A tree limb through the window.

A clanging bang came from the front room. "Keith, come here man, we need you!" Matt's African-accented voice called.

"I am going to fuck you so hard," Keith whispered to his wife. "As soon as I fucking take care of this." He quickly pulled his clothes on to answer Matt's call from the front room.

Ginny smiled lustily back at him and started stepping into her boots.

"I fucking hope so, I'm so horny right now I could fuck anyone or anything, but I'd prefer it to be you," his wife whispered.

Keith's head cocked at Ginny's stress on the word "prefer" and he got all kinds of crazy images in his mind; most of them dealt with a three way finger and tongue fest with his petite blonde wife between tall, redheaded Cass and bronze, black-haired Julia. He smiled recalling Cass's pet name for Julia, "you fucking cunt-eating slut!" and how he'd first seen them in the back seat their stranded Suburban -- Cass sitting with Matt's black cock up her ass with Julia well, eating her cunt. He blinked his eyes, remembering that he'd crammed Julia's black thong and Cass's red panties into his coat pocket from where they were sitting on the dash. Not exactly professional emergency reflexes.

"Me too," Keith said. "I'm not sure what would happen to our guests if you weren't available."

Ginny laughed softly. "They might like it. I actually kind of wonder if Matt swings both ways," she said.

Keith raised his eyebrows and snapped his pants with difficulty. He sighed. There was no way he was hiding the iron in his pants as he walked out of the cabin's back storeroom.

The main room was warmer than it had been, but now an icy draft blasted in, blowing bits of snow in its wake. A tree limb had fallen against one of the windows. The outside shutter had been knocked off and the window bashed out of its frame, but the wire-laced glass had held against the impact.

"Shit," Keith said. "Chainsaw work. Better get to it."

"Can I help, man?" Matt asked.

Keith hid a smirk. The lanky African would be more trouble than help outside, but more amusing was his long dark penis, drooping in a one-quarter erection from the front of his snow-suit where Cass or Julia had been playing with it. Keith supposed "Matt" must be from one of the tribes that favored circumcision, as the crown of his cock head was clearly visible.

Keith cleared his throat. "You can clean up that area under the window," he said. He looked at Cass on the couch with her long legs folded up under a blanket and Julia standing by the woodstove with a fire poker in her hand.

"Sorry, I thought someone was breaking in." Julia hung up the poker.

"I guess you're ready in case someone does," Keith said with a nod and a smile. "You all right, Cass?" he asked the redhead.

"Sure, j-just not what you expect, you know? But I'm all right," she said, her voice steadying.

"Good," Keith said. Nobody down, nobody hurt, deal with the next situation. He inspected the caved-in window frame. "Ginny, is there a chainsaw back there? Got a tree through the window."

His wife's blonde-capped head peeked around the storeroom door. He could see from her bare shoulder that she was less than fully dressed. "Uh-huh," she said. "I'll get it ready."

"Get dressed, I think this is a two-person job," Keith said.

By the time Keith and Ginny had cut the fallen limb and pulled it off the side of the cabin, the light in the snow-filled sky was fading. With Matt and Julia's help, they rigged a plastic-and-plywood patch over the broken window that would keep the wind and cold out. The exertion in the wind and cold had drained the frustrated arousal out of Keith and Ginny again, and their rescuees were subdued after having to endure the cold until the repair was finished.

The five of them huddled round the woodstove as the cabin became warm again. Keith got up and put on some soup and hot tea from the cabin's larder, and there were contented sighs as the warm liquids were passed around in mugs.

"Is there any hot chocolate?" Cassandra asked.

"Should be," Ginny replied. "Let me help you with the stove, it's a little tricky."

Julia was showing the most signs of life. After the soup and tea, she was up and around looking at the shelves. "Anyone want to play cards?" she asked, holding up a deck.

Keith looked and laughed. "Where'd you find that one?" he asked. The card box Julia was holding up was labeled 'A Wicked Pack' and showed a sample illustration -- a watercolor of two naked women in a drifting rowboat, one spreading herself for the other's tongue.

Matt laughed. "It's mine," he said. "I picked it up in England. Bottomless rowing, tennis, and cricket players. Careful, Julia, don't smudge the autograph."

Julia winked.

"I'll have to defer to the missus on that one," Keith said. "So what brought you up the Garnet Pass road this time of year?" he asked.

Julia laughed.

Matt smiled. "We're on our way to Cave Springs," he said. "Following the map in our guidebook." He dug in the pocket of his snow-suit and held it up. 'Hidden Paradises' was the title. The subtitle was 'Havens for Lovers Who Know No Boundaries."

"Been there before?" Keith asked.

"No, my friend set it up," Julia said. "Robert Bear."

Keith nodded. Robbie was the son of Cave Springs' owners Joseph and Astarte "Call me Star" Bear. "Guess you know what to expect, then."

Matt raised his eyebrows. "You been there, then?"

"A few times," Keith fibbed, holding back a bit.

In truth, he and Ginny were friends of the owners. Keith and his wife were at Cave Springs every winter after the pass snowed in, having sex in the playroom alongside the other special guests who came after the resort closed for the regular season. As a black-white couple, Keith and Ginny got more than their share of appreciative attention, and often they'd hook up sexually with somebody there. Circumstances had driven Matt and his lady friends together with Keith and Ginny, but Keith wanted to get a better sense of Matt and the others before letting on that he and Ginny were enthusiastic regulars at Cave Springs in the off season.

"In wintertime?" Matt asked.

"Keith, we need your help in the kitchen," his wife called from around the corner. Cass giggled.

Keith cleared his throat. "Pardon me," he said, ducking Matt's question. He sighed, wishing that Ginny and he had had just a few minutes more together today. His balls were actually aching. He stuffed the panties down further in his pocket so he wouldn't be embarrassed by Cass or Julia catching sight of them. Ginny could give them to them later.

Cass giggled again as he turned the corner. That couldn't be that kind of giggle, could it? Had Cass taken advantage of Ginny's frustration?