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  The Fright Factory

  by

  William R. Potter

  Published by William R. Potter

  Copyright © 2012 by William R. Potter

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission.

  SMASHWORDS EDITION

  Chapter 1

  Wesley Tate’s hands were trembling slightly and he noticed his heart rate had begun to gallop again. He took a long swallow of red wine and then re-filled his glass, drank it down and filled it again before downing it once more.

  Lately he had felt more fatigued than normal and much older than his 42 years. He and his wife Robin had begun to argue more and make love less, and recently he had suffered through occasional equipment failure.

  Brandi was younger than his son and she had a body that quite easily excited him. He refilled the glasses of wine and then eased into the hot tub. Brandi stepped out of the bathroom in Robin’s robe with a smile that made him shiver and get erect. She looked into his eyes and slowly allowed the robe to slip to the floor.

  Oh my God! Beautiful breasts and luscious curves from her neck all the way to her painted toes. He wanted to look away to be polite but could not move his eyes from her body.

  Brandi glided into the water and moved toward him. The smile was something he had only seen in porn movies…wicked, stunning, and sexy. She moved closer and quickly began kissing him with an open mouth and a wandering tongue.

  “Hey!” Robin said in a stern voice.

  Wesley jolted, separating from Brandi.

  “I believe that is my husband you’re frenching,” Robin said as she dropped her towel and quickly slid into the bubbling water.

  “Mmm, you’ll just have to wait your turn,” Brandi said with a giggle. She turned Wesley’s face away from Robin and continued kissing his lips and gently stroking his erection.

  “I don’t think so,” Robin said as she moved closer and pulled his face to hers. She kissed him deeper and with more passion than he had felt from her in years.

  Brandi was stroking him harder as Robin’s urgent kissing increased. This type of thing never happened to him, ever. And the fact Robin was into it was shocking to say the least. The women paused for a second to look into each other’s eyes. Then Brandi eased closer to Robin and kissed her gently on the lips, and then paused to look into Robin’s eyes again as if looking for a sign to continue or to stop.

  Seconds later they were making out like two teenagers on prom night. Brandi’s hands were on Robin’s breasts and Robin moaned softly when Brandi began to lick and kiss the older woman’s nipples.

  All their attention was on each other and Wesley couldn’t believe this was the same woman he had lived with for over twenty years. She had never expressed any interest in being with a woman and yet appeared to be enjoying every second she spent kissing and touching Brandi. Wesley’s excitement increased as he wondered how far the pair would go.

  Brandi motioned for Robin to step out of the tub and to lie down on the tub edge just out of the water. She didn’t hesitate to kiss up Robin’s legs and inner thighs. After a few seconds of teasing around Robin’s pubic area with her tongue and lips, she went straight for her clit.

  Oh my God! Wesley moved to his left in order to get a better view. Brandi motioned him to move closer and to lie next to Robin. She took turns licking and caressing them both until Wesley was sure he would finish in a few seconds.

  “Oh, I don’t think so,” Brandi whispered. She moved away from Robin and stood over Wesley. She moved onto his crotch and guided him into her.

  She began to thrust slowly and Wesley looked up at her smooth, perfect body. He gazed in amazement from the spot where his abdomen ended and hers began, up past her full breasts to her wicked grin. She reached for Robin and pulled her close for long kisses. He held on for as long as he could and began to think of how Brandi had ended up joining him and Robin at the cabin.

  * * *

  An Hour Earlier

  Robin Tate would admit that in the month since her daughter had left for university she had often wondered if her marriage to Wesley would survive the transition from busy parents to empty nesters. There were countless books available to help parents deal with suddenly not having a family to care for but she hadn’t bought any. A few tense weeks had become a few stressed months until Wesley had noticed her need to do something different, something exciting.

  When he first mentioned the cottage on the lake weekend getaway she was skeptical. She wasn’t much for the outdoors. She was more interested in a quick trip to Vegas or even Reno. However, cabin #27 of the Loon Lake Resort was hardly roughing it. The bungalow was made of logs; the walls were coated in a shiny clear urethane and glistened like diamonds in the glow from the fireplace. Shadows danced on the walls in the flicker of candlelight. Outside, a nasty storm with heavy rain and gusting wind reminded all the last days of winter were still with them.

  With it being two weekends before spring break, the other cabins along the lake were still locked and boarded for winter and they were the only people at the resort. The first evening was set aside for relaxing after the five hour drive. For the next afternoon, Wesley had planned a seven mile hike described as “moderately difficult” to a natural hot springs. The spot was secluded and she looked forward to a soak in the naturally heated pools and perhaps doing something a little naughty. Hopefully his equipment would cooperate.

  Wesley had packed and then cooked a fine dinner. A few glasses of wine and some mildly erotic conversation had set the tone for some much needed romance.

  Wesley was adding more wood to the fireplace and Robin wanted her overnight bag from the car. She was irritated that Wesley had only brought in her suitcase and not the bag. She was already down to her panties and an oversized t-shirt and pulled on her boots, a long coat, and grabbed her umbrella for the run out to the car. Her bare legs immediately chilled in the cool air and wind forced rain into her face. She was soaked in seconds.

  In the trunk of the car Robin noticed Wesley had packed two full cases of wine, two dozen bottles. She shook her head wondering what he had in mind with so much alcohol for a four day trip.

  Robin heard footsteps behind her and she spun on her heals expecting to see the resort caretaker, Ben Hogan. Despite the low light of the evening she instantly knew it was not Hogan as he was a tiny man shorter and thinner than Robin’s 5’7”. For some reason she felt nervous and quickly turned for the cabin door and increased her pace until she heard a woman’s voice.

  “Excuse me!” The voice sounded young, perhaps a girl in her twenties. “Hello?”

  “Hi. Is everything okay?” Robin asked, still wanting to sprint for the cabin. Wind tugged her umbrella and sent a shiver.

  “I blew a tire in my car and drove off the road about three miles back.”

  Robin first saw the woman’s face when a strike of lightning lit up the parking area. She was beautiful despite a long scar on her left cheek that looked like a knife slash.

  “Oh, my gosh! Are you okay?”

  “Yes, I think so. The steering pulled like crazy and I lost control. The airbag knocked me pretty good.”

  “Do you have a cabin booked?”

  “No, I was hoping to rent one without a reservation but the office is closed.”

  She wore a sleeveless see-through top, jeans and flip-flops. “You look about to freeze. Come in and warm up,” Robin said.

  “Oh, I wouldn’t want to impose…can I just use the phone?”

  “The only phone is in the office,” Robin said and turned for the cabin.

  “There’s no phone in your cabin?”

  “No, and the cell phone reception
is either lousy or none at all.”

  “I’ll just head back to my car then. It’s okay.”

  A brilliant strike of lightning lit up the area when it struck a flag pole and a deafening boom of thunder startled both women.

  “Don’t be silly. You’ll get hit by lightning….”

  “…Brandi.”

  “Hi, Brandi. I’m Robin. Let’s get out of this storm.”

  Robin felt a strange sensation someone else was nearby, perhaps watching them. She glanced around for a few seconds and could hear Brandi’s teeth chatter with a chill.

  The young woman followed Robin up the stairs and then moved past her when Robin held the door. Brandi took her back pack off her shoulder and carefully set it near the entrance.

  “Wesley, we have company,” Robin said, hoping her husband was decent. She handed Brandi a towel.

  Robin introduced Brandi to Wesley and then described the car situation. She watched Wesley appraising Brandi as she dabbed her face and dried her arms. Her soaked blouse clung to her body as if it was painted on.

  “My robe is in the bathroom,” Robin said. “Why don’t you get out of your wet clothes and I’ll see to hanging them at the fireplace to dry.”

  Brandi paused for a second at the bottle of wine on the table near the fire. “Oh, you two have a romantic evening planned and I’m here ruining it.”

  “It’s okay,” Wesley said. “It’s too cold out for you to go back to your car.”

  “That’s right. Ben the caretaker will be in around ten tomorrow morning and you can call a tow truck or whatever you need.” Robin smiled. “The couch there pulls out to a queen-sized bed.”

  “You guys are awesome,” Brandi said. She set her purse on a reading table and adjusted it as it started to slip. She smiled at Robin and then turned and walked for the bathroom.

  “Do you want tea or anything to eat?” Wesley asked.

  “Hmm, a glass of that nice looking red would be great.”

  Robin found another wine glass and brought it to Wesley to fill. They exchanged glances.

  “Well, this is different,” Wesley said.

  “Yes, and stop looking at her boobs.”

  “I wasn’t!” His face reddened.

  “Why not? They’re perfect.” Robin hated how her breasts had sagged in the last few years. Breast feeding two babies each for a year and then another twenty years of gravity had not been kind to them. The weight she had recently gained had stationed itself on her butt, thighs, and middle and had ignored her cup size. She wondered if this aging was partly the reason for Wesley’s recent penile dysfunction. “Do you think she’s pretty?”

  “I hadn’t noticed.”

  “Bullshit.”

  “That’s a foul mouth you have.”

  “You should see what I can do with it,” she smiled.

  “I think I remember a few things.”

  “Might have to give you a rain check on that,” she nodded toward the bathroom.

  “But it’s raining right now.”

  “Does that hot tub work?” Brandi called from the bathroom.

  “Uh-huh!” Robin answered.

  “Cause I’d love a soak.”

  “Well, you heard her. Turn up the heat and let’s have a little more wine first,” Robin said.

  Brandi walked from the bathroom in Robin’s robe and took a long swallow of wine. She made small talk, asking about Wesley’s and Robin’s work.

  “We own a restaurant on Granville Street. It took up almost all our time until lately,” Wesley said.

  “Did you sell it?” Brandi asked.

  “No, I promoted the head waiter to manager and now he takes more of my evening shifts.”

  “Not that we need more time now that both kids are out of the house,” Robin said.

  “Your kids are out of the house? But you are both so young.”

  “We had an early start,” Robin said.

  “You met in college?”

  “No, in high school.”

  “Oh, that’s so cool. High school sweethearts?”

  “Mmm, something like that,” Wesley said.

  “More like you knocked me up and we made it work,” Robin said.

  After several seconds of silence, Robin began to laugh.

  “Jesus, Wes…you should have seen your face.” She stood quickly and grimaced when she felt a stab of pain in her back.

  “Your back again?” Wesley asked.

  “Yeah, all of a sudden.”

  “Oh, you have back pain?” Brandi asked.

  “Yes, during the snow I slipped in the ice on the front stairs at home and cracked a vertebrae.”

  “Oh my. Maybe I can help. I give great massages,” Brandi said.

  “I’m going take a few pain killers and maybe a bit more wine and see how I feel.”

  “The hot tub is about ready so maybe that will help,” Wesley said as he dried his hands.

  “Perfect. Get your tummy on this couch for a massage and then let’s get wet,” Brandi said with a wicked smile.

  “Sounds like a plan,” Wesley added with a tone of excitement.

  “You just want to get me and Brandi in that tub, Wes.” Robin grinned as she watched Wesley’s face grow bright red.

  “Uh, huh, guilty as charged.”

  “You two ever have a threesome?” Brandi asked.

  There were a few seconds of silence while Wes appeared to choke on his wine and then Robin replied no. She glanced at Brandi and then back to Wesley.

  “Robin’s experience is a bit limited,” Wesley said.

  Robin glared at him and shook her head slightly. Wesley was her first and only and he occasionally teased her about the fact.

  “I see,” Brandi said. She took a long mouthful of wine and then rolled the dregs of the liquid around in her glass. “This wine has quite a kick. What did you do, spike it with vodka?”

  “I make it myself,” Wesley said. “The alcohol content of this batch is almost triple store bought levels.”

  “Jesus, Wes, I could get really fucked up on this stuff,” Brandi said giggling. “Oops, excuse my French.”

  There was a loud crack from outside and an intense flash of white light. At roughly the same time, the lights in the kitchen and bathroom winked out, the music stopped, and the hot tub pump motor whined as it quit.

  “Power’s out,” Wesley said.

  “No shit, Wes,” Brandi said.

  “What was your first fuckin’ clue?” Robin added.

  “Do your mothers know you use such language? I should wash both your mouths out with soap,” he said with a smile.

  “If you think that’s dirty you should see—” Brandi said.

  “I think something is on fire out there,” Wesley said as he stood and walked for the window. “I see a glow out by the power pole.”

  Wesley put on his boots and hat and went out the front door to inspect the situation. “It’s pouring out there. How bad could it be?” Robin asked.

  “I’m sure it will go out on its own,” Brandi said. She pointed sternly to the couch. “Lie down and let me see what I can do.”

  Robin did as instructed. She watched as Brandi fumbled in her purse for a few seconds.

  Brandi set down her purse and then smiled as she moved to attend to Robin. “Thought I might have some oil to rub in but nope. I’ll just have to use my fingers.”

  In seconds Robin’s pain had all but vanished. Brandi did not exaggerate; she was a skilled masseuse. Her strong fingers did wonders across Robin’s shoulder and down her spine. She used a gentle touch over the buttocks and down the inside of Robin’s thighs. She traced the gap behind the knees and spent a few minutes on Robin’s toes.

  “My god, that is amazing,” Robin sighed. “Can you teach Wes to do that?”

  “Doubt it.” She moved her hands up the legs and glided them over Robin’s bum and up the small of her back and then down again. After tracing another short line down the inner thigh, she slipped a finger under Robin's panties
and gently circled an area that previously had only been visited by Wesley.

  Robin could not believe how good Brandi’s slowly increasing movements felt. Part of her knew she should push Brandi’s hands away but it was far too exciting to stop. Instead, she slowly spread her legs as she let her mind wander away. The sensation was building as she began to speculate when Wes would return. She was getting close to climaxing when she heard his boots on the front stairs. Immediately, she closed her legs and swung around to sit up.

  “Lightning hit the transformer,” Wesley said as he entered the cabin. “Fire’s out so it’s okay.” He paused to look at Robin and Brandi. “Why do you two look like I just caught you stealing?”

  “What do you mean?” Brandi asked.

  “Are we going to soak before the water cools or what?” Robin asked.

  “I’ll open more wine,” Wesley said.

  “I’ll light a few candles,” Robin said.

  “I need to pee this goddamn wine out of me….” Brandi said and then began to laugh.

  “Brandi, the bad ass poet,” Wesley said, laughing.

  * * *

  Wesley moaned he was going to finish. Robin motioned for Brandi to move off of her husband. She took her place on top of Wesley and began to move with a passion and pace he had not seen in years. Perhaps it was the wine or the excitement of being with a stranger, but Wesley couldn’t remember the last time his wife was this enthusiastic about sex. She wasn’t about to be outdone by this young woman. She knew her man and his preferences and she smiled down at him like she was in control.

  “Okay, Robin, you’ve been screwing him for twenty years; now it’s my turn.” Robin slowly moved off to Wesley’s side.

  Brandi went down on all fours and put her ass in the air. “Come on, Wes baby, show me what you got.”

  Wesley met Robin’s eyes and she nodded slightly. “You’re next,” he whispered.

  This had to be some crazy wine-fuelled dream and he would soon wake up and roll over and make love to his wife. He took his position kneeling behind Brandi as she reached under her tummy to guide him inside her. The view from behind her was as incredible as the one he had enjoyed from below her at the tub deck. He held her at her hips and began to move. She motioned Robin to move to her side and the two replayed the deep kissing scene from a few minutes earlier. The moment was far too intense and he could only manage a few thrusts before he shuddered.