(You can find the story of our first meeting [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7snluo/first_meeting_with_my_longdistance_fwb_fm_true/) and [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7su3ew/first_meeting_with_my_longdistance_fwb_part_2_fm/) I hope you enjoyed reading them. A little background reminder — Marie and I are both in our 30s, both married, live on opposite sides of the country, but met via tumblr and have since created quite the naughty little fling.)
So after our successful first meeting, we grow even closer, for obvious reasons. We both stop chatting with anyone else that we used to talk or fool around with on tumblr or elsewhere. Our focus is solely on each other, when it comes to our online play. And now we’re just trying to find a way to see each other again. Sure, we were both nervous and feeling guilty, but the attraction and sexual connection was apparent for us both.
So fast forward three months from our first rendezvous… I have to take a minor road trip for work, and we decide she should fly out to meet me. She tells her hubby that she has a “work trip” for the weekend. (Thankfully she works in a field that would have her traveling, and often on weekends, as do I). This time we are going to spend two nights together, and instead of a boring old hotel, I spring for a cabin. You know the type — big mountain cabin with game room, hot tubs, great views, nice kitchen, etc…