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Cabin Fever
Cabin Fever
Cabin Fever
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Cabin Fever

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When their rental car breaks down in the middle of the woods Olivia and Nick have little choice but to accept a ride from Mack. Aggressive, gruff and sometimes a little rude, Mack lives rough in the woods with his sweet Japanese wife, Sakura. There's no running water or electricity but lots of blankets and firewood. There's a storm coming, too.
Olivia and Nick are about to find out how Mack and Sakura pass the time when there's nothing to do...

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Release dateOct 30, 2023
Cabin Fever
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Jason Lenov

I am Jason. I write stories about humans and how they love together. Sometimes the stories get crazy because I am chained to my muse. I live in the hills and love to walk. Please enjoy yourselves.

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    Cabin Fever - Jason Lenov

    Cabin Fever

    A Hotwife Fantasy

    by

    Jason Lenov

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    Copyright 2023 Jason Lenov

    This book is a work of fiction. All characters, companies, organizations, products and events in this book, other than those that are clearly in the public domain, are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, companies, organizations, events, or products, is purely coincidental.

    All characters depicted in this story are 18 years or older.

    Table of Contents

    Chapter One

    Chapter Two

    Chapter Three

    Chapter Four

    Chapter Five

    Chapter Six

    Chapter Seven

    Chapter Eight

    Chapter Nine

    Also by Jason Lenov

    Chapter One

    Olivia stood in front of the car with her arms folded across her chest, her glorious blonde hair cascading down next to them. Do you think you can fix it? she asked.

    Nick rubbed his chin and shook his head. It’s just a plastic box. Who knows what’s inside. I feel like if I touch it I might get electrocuted.

    Olivia sighed and looked around. They were about as deep in the wilderness as they could get. Of course as soon as the car had broken down the clouds had started rolling in. Now they were getting ominous and there was a chill breeze in the air.

    Nick pulled his phone out of his pocket. The screen still said No Service even when he held it up over his head. Besides it’s a rental. They don’t like it if you go tinkering with them, he added.

    What are we going to do? Olivia asked. It looks like it might snow on us.

    Nick sighed and shrugged. I mean there’s not much we can do except sit here and wait for someone to come along, right? Why don’t we get in the car so that…

    She interrupted him with a hand on his arm. She cocked her head to one side.

    He heard it a moment later. A deep rumbling just beneath the whistling wind. He arched a brow and turned his head to hear the distinct sound of an engine, most likely a truck, closing in on them. Let’s just get over onto the shoulder in case they’re not paying attention, he said. He took Olivia’s hand and led her over to the shoulder of the road.

    An old, red pickup rumbled into view over the hill. The left side of the hood was rusted out and it had no passenger’s side mirror. It sounded like it had driven straight out of the seventies but, for the time being, it seemed like the only hope they had.

    Stay here, Nick said, stepping out onto the road. He raised a hand and waved.

    The pickup truck slowed as it pulled up to where he was standing. The driver was exactly what Nick had pictured someone this far north of highway seven would look like. Five o’clock shadow at ten in the morning. Bloodshot eyes and a worn out ball cap with a smouldering cigar between his teeth. The guy eyed him for a moment with a steely gaze.

    He considered waving him on for a moment. The guy looked like trouble. But the rental company had warned him that it could be hours, if not days, before they ran into anyone else on this stretch of road. Maybe he’d mention that might be a good reason to keep their cars in better shaped when they returned it.

    He put on a half-smile and stepped up to the truck. He leaned back when the smell of stale whisky wafted off the guy’s breath. Hi there, he said, stifling a cough.

    The guy’s eyes moved between him, the little electric sedan he’d been driving and, finally, Olivia. Unsurprisingly they lingered on Olivia for far longer than they had on either the car, or him.

    This wasn’t new to Nick. He’d married a hot blonde and had been well aware that other guys checking her out were going to come with the territory. It had never bothered him. It had actually made him kind of proud that he’d scored such a trophy.

    Finally the guy looked at the car, then back at him again. Engine trouble? he asked.

    Pretty much, Nick confirmed, nodding.

    The guy shook his head. Pieces of shit, he said, snorting and lobbing a hork in the direction of the car.

    There’s uh, there’s no cell signal out here, Nick said.

    Nope, the guy confirmed, shaking his head.

    Nick felt his stomach hollow. He didn’t like the idea of being at this guy’s mercy. Well, uh, I don’t want to be a bother but…

    Where you coming from? the guy asked.

    Maplewood, Nick replied.

    Where you headed?

    Fairbarn, Nick said.

    The guy craned his neck to look out the window behind him. Storm’s coming in.

    Yeah, Nick said. I can see that.

    Yer’ gonna’ need a lift.

    Is there a mechanic I can, I don’t know, walk to or call from here?

    ‘Bout an hour’s drive away. You’re not gonna’ want to wait. Late fall snow gets real bad around here. Get your bags and throw ‘em in the back. Then get your girl and climb in, the guy said.

    Oh. Wow. I really appreciate, I mean, you don’t have to go all out and…

    If I leave you here? You’re going to be frozen by midnight. Now get your fucking shit in the back of the truck and pile in before the snow starts flyin’.

    Nick was a little taken aback by the stranger’s gruff manner. He had to remind himself he was out in the backwoods and people were different here. This wasn’t the city. People talked different. They acted different. He jogged over to the back of EV, opened the hatch and pulled out their bags before slamming it shut again. Then he walked over to where Olivia was standing on the shoulder. He’s a little rough around the edges, he said. But I don’t think we have the luxury of being picky right now, he explained.

    She nodded. No, for sure. I get that. She grabbed his hand.

    He could tell by the way her palms were sweating that she was a little nervous. He was going to have to be the big man and put her at ease. They walked around to the passenger side of the truck. He threw the bags into the truck bed, then opened the door and started to climb in.

    Hey, hey! the guy called out. Ladies first! I don’t sit ass to balls with no man in the truck.

    Nick drew in a breath and held it as he turned to look at Olivia.

    She flashed a tight smile. It’s okay, she said, shaking her head, her mane of luxurious blonde hair shifting like a halo around her head.

    He held out a hand to help her climb into the truck. He saw her wrinkle her nose at the smell of stale cigar smoke and whisky coming from inside. She plopped her butt down on the seat and shuffled sideways. As he got in he saw the guy ogling her pretty face. He was somewhat relieved when the guy didn’t let his eyes fall to her breasts. She’d worn a very cute shirt that also happened to highlight them quite well. I’m Nick, by the way. This is my wife Olivia, he said, hoping to break the ice.

    Name’s Mack, the guy said, putting the truck into drive and pulling away from the rental. Mack pulled his cigar out of his mouth, mashed it against the ashtray hanging off the dashboard, then threw the stub out the window onto the asphalt.

    They drove along to the sound of old country music for a while, crackling through the old speakers. After about half an hour Mack pulled onto what looked like an old logging road that was getting slowly overgrown. He bushwhacked the truck through the brush for a while until the trees thinned out.

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