0 comments/ 80757 views/ 7 favorites Ski Trip By: coolride The following, while not exactly true, is partial based on actual experience, with the names and places changed to protect the not so innocent! After a wonderful day of skiing the Colorado Rockies, Kim and I headed off to the hot tub to soak the aches and pains of the day away. Already feeling a slight buzz from the wine shared at dinner, we both took large plastic glasses of a really nice Merlot with us. We were pleased to find that we had the place to ourselves, and after relaxing for the first few minutes we began running our hands over each other under the water. I enjoyed moving my hand up her thigh until my fingers were as close to her pussy as possible without actually touching it. She liked being teased this way as much as I liked teasing her. Our little game was interrupted by the arrival of a young man. He seemed a little shy but eased himself into the water on the opposite side of the hot tub from Kim and I. We introduced ourselves – his name was Craig and he had been left to his own devices because his parents who he was holidaying with had gone to Denver for a couple of days on business. We found out that he was actually 19, although he looked younger, and was a student in his first year of college. Kim asked Craig if he would like to ski with us the next day. Craig quickly agreed. I was surprised at this, but said nothing and we made arrangements to meet him the next morning. Arriving back in our room, Kim said that she thought it would be fun to ski with Craig. She confessed that she found him very attractive, but "so young". She had a thing for young guys, although this was really difficult for her to admit, even to herself. I think the fact that she was in her early 40's was bringing on a bit of a female mid-life crisis, even though she looked much younger and had kept her body in excellent shape. She was 5'9" and about 140lb. She had the most wonderful butt and legs on the planet, at least in my opinion, and thanks to great genes she had the firm breasts of a teenager. Her fair skin and light brown hair streaked with blond were well maintained, and we had the credit card statement to prove it. Our lovemaking had never been lacking, but we were both open to new experiences. We had done nearly everything a couple can do together one-on-one. Maybe it is because I am a bit more than 10 years her senior that I had some of my most gratifying experiences seeing her totally satisfied, which took some doing! I envied her ability to have orgasm after orgasm. They just seemed to get stronger the more she had. Kim had always had a fantasy of being with two men at once, a fantasy that I encouraged as much as possible. On many occasions we had even "played" at it in our loving making. I laughed, thinking of her denial of her attraction to young guys. We showered and climbed in bed. After cuddling for a time, Kim kissed her way down my body and took my penis in her mouth, sucking and licking me to a high state of arousal. I suggested that she move around so that I could return the favor - she shook her head and continued to take me higher. Kim loves oral, both giving and receiving, and it is not unusual for her to suck me to completion. I was getting closer and closer. Kim was outdoing herself and I couldn't help but wonder if Craig didn't have something to do with it... Just as I was began to tremble Kim stopped, came up and kissed me deeply. I could taste myself on and in her mouth. She brought her fingers up to my mouth and I saw them glimmer in the moonlight with her wetness. I did not know that she had been masturbating while sucking me. I took her fingers in my mouth and licked and sucked the moisture off them. Kim kissed me again and whispered in my ear, "Goodnight, my lover." I stuttered, "Goodnight?" "What ...what the heck?" She told me that she wanted us very horny for tomorrow because she was considering fulfilling our little fantasy of a three-some if things worked out with Craig. This just made me all the more excited and I told her that I didn't need to be extra horny to go through with this. I was a bit surprised at her reply. She said that if she went through with this I would have to do a few special things for her. I had no idea what she was talking about. We had been very open about our fantasies and I could not imagine what she had in mind. She did know that the hornier I was, the wilder I became. I asked her what she had in mind. Her reply was, "Do you trust me?" I answered, "Unquestionably." "Do you love me?" she asked, "Without reservation," was my reply. "If things work out, would you like to fulfill our three-some fantasy?" "Absolutely," I quickly responded. "Then trust me," she said as she smiled into my eyes. She snuggled down into my arms and, as difficult as it was, I drifted off to sleep. I awoke from the most erotic dream I've ever had, my penis felt encased in warmth and as if it was being teased by velvet. Just as I began to climb to consciousness and orgasm, I realized that Kim was sucking me. Then she stopped. "You're trying to drive me insane, aren't you?" I asked. She smiled that secret smile and said, "Just consider this foreplay...for tonight." I knew then that Kim was on a mission, and that nothing would stand in her way. This made my anticipation and excitement rocket. We had a wonderful day of skiing. We all got to know a great deal about each other during the rides on the lifts and at lunch. Kim, in her subtle way, found out a great deal about Craig's love life, which wasn't extensive at all. I also saw her swing into full-contact flirt mode. While she was subtle, it wasn't lost on Craig, or me for that matter. He would steal glances at me with a questioning and almost fearful look, while Kim would steal glances at me with a, you know what I'm doing and I know you know what I'm doing, look. Late in the afternoon we stopped in the lodge for a drink and snack before heading off for our last runs of the day. While Craig excused himself I took the opportunity to ask Kim how she was feeling about him and the proposed events for the evening. She giggled like a schoolgirl and told me that Craig had finally grown comfortable with their legs touching under the table. I saw the gleam in her eye and knew that she was moving forward with her plan. A slight wave of quite understandable jealousy washed over me, but it quickly passed as the prospects of the evening began to really turn me on. Craig met us at our room and we all went out to dinner. He was grateful for the company and seemed to be a lot more relaxed with us now. Kim continued her soft, yet focused seduction. After returning to the hotel, Kim asked Craig if he'd like to join us in the hot tub. He quickly agreed and said he'd go and change. Kim suggested that he just bring his trunks to our room and leave his street clothes there, so that if we decided to go out dancing we could make a quick get away. He agreed and took off to get his trunks. He was hardly out of the door before Kim pushed me down on the couch, opened my zipper and had me in her mouth. My God, she was a wild woman, and she was in world-class blowjob mode – and I was the lucky recipient! But again she stopped just when things were getting interesting. "Bitch," I said teasingly. She laughed and told me that I hadn't seen anything yet. She then turned serious and asked if I was okay with "this". I told her I was. She looked into my soul and told me that she hoped I knew that I was the only man that would or could ever touch her heart... I cannot express the emotion I felt at that moment. I understood how and why men could give up empires for a woman. I knew our love for each other had reached yet another seemingly impossible high. Craig returned and we all got into our suits, poured the wine in the hotel-approved plastic containers, and made our way to the hot tub. I noticed Craig's increased interest in Kim's body and I can't say I blamed him. There were a number of people in the tub when we arrived, we slowly lowered ourselves into the hot bubbling water. Surprisingly, Craig took a seat next to me, which placed me in the middle. We chatted among ourselves and with the other people there. Gradually, in ones and twos, the other people left, leaving us alone. Kim excused herself and made her way to the restroom. Craig told me how much fun he was having hanging out with us. He also said that although we were both as old as his parents we didn't act that way. I laughed, and told him that Kim and I were pretty adventurous people and lived a lifestyle that was younger than our years. I also told him that having no children in our home allowed us this luxury. Craig asked me what I meant by adventurous and I told him about some of the travelling Kim and I had done, as well as our love of Harleys and fast cars. I also told Craig that we extended our love of adventure to our sex life. I saw this peak Craig's interest, but just as he was about to ask me something, Kim returned. She entered the water and slid into the middle between Craig and I, giggling that she wanted to be the center of attention. I placed my hand on Kim's thigh and began stoking her under the water. I noticed that Craig seemed suddenly a bit uneasy and on a hunch I moved my arm round Kim's shoulders. Sure enough I knew from the angle of her arm that she had her hand on Craig's thigh – at least. She turned, and without moving her hand, kissed me and smiled. I felt her other hand move up and reach into my lap, searching for my cock. I knew that because of Craig's inexperience he was probably uneasy because he feared my reaction if I found out what was going on under the water. I gambled, and said to Craig, "Bet you never guessed a hot tub could be this much fun, did you?" Craig stammered in response but I told him to relax and enjoy it, and that I was getting the same treatment. Kim started laughing and said that she felt, and she did mean felt, that Craig was enjoying the hot tub just a bit more than I was. She turned and whispered something in Craig's ear. I saw him blush and said, "Hey, not fair having secrets," and laughed. I guess it was a combination of the wine, the soothing hot water and the sexual tension, but at that moment something just clicked between the three of us. It was most pronounced between Kim and Craig. I knew she had made up her mind and that Craig was caught up in the moment. Kim said she thought it was time to get out of the tub or we'd all be prunes. I agreed and started to rise. Craig hesitated and Kim laughingly pulled him up. I knew why he didn't want to stand up right away. The poor guy had a considerable tent going on and was a bit embarrassed. Kim, her courage enhanced by the wine, said, "See, he was enjoying it more than you." We made our way to our room and Kim suggested we all shower off the hot tub water. Craig said he'd better go, but I could tell that it was only a polite gesture that increased my respect for him. I told him, "No stay, we'll drink some wine and watch HBO or something." He agreed and seemed pleased. While Craig was in the shower Kim again sought my approval to go forward. I told her that I approved, and mentioned how excited she had made me by the teasing. She said that she felt that he was still very nervous, not only due to his inexperience, but also because I was there, and she felt that he didn't quite know what to think of that. We decided to just lay our cards on the table. I told her that if she got him started in private things would perhaps be easier, and I would give her that opportunity but I wouldn't be gone for long. She hesitantly agreed. Kim was next in the shower and Craig and I talked about sport and cars while she was busy. She came out of the shower in her flannel robe which wasn't in itself all that sexy, but she didn't have it buttoned, just tied at the waist which gave peeks of leg and cleavage. I poured us all another glass of wine and instead of heading to the shower, sat down on the couch next to Kim, forcing her to squeeze closer to Craig. This action opened up Kim's robe, exposing more of her legs. I pulled her to me and we kissed, slowly and sensuously. Craig got up and said that perhaps he'd better go. Kim and I both laughed and she reached up and grabbed his arm and pulled him back down on the couch. This time she kept hold of his arm after he sat down. I knew it was time for me to widen the crack in the breaking ice and see if we all fell through or stayed afloat. I took a large drink of wine and turned to Craig. I asked him if he remembered how I had told him that Kim and I lived an adventurous life? He replied that he did. I told him that this included our sex life and that to be blunt, Kim really wanted to have sex with him and me at the same time. You could see the color rising in both their faces. Kim laughed out loud, then quickly told him that if he didn't want to she would certainly understand. She assured him that I wasn't gay or bi and that he had nothing to worry about. Kim added that this was new to us as well and that we all had the option of stopping at any time. This seemed to put Craig at ease and he shyly suggested that maybe he'd stick around. He said he had read about things like this but never thought he'd be in a position to experience them... I got up and said that I needed to head to the shower and jokingly told them not to start without me. Kim said, "Ahhh shucks," so I relented and said, "Okay, but don't FINISH without me," and walked to the bathroom. In the shower I was torn between giving them a little time together and rushing back into the room. I compromised and took about 10 minutes before drying off and pulling on my sweat pants and tee shirt. That 10 minutes seemed like 5 hours. I returned to the living room and found it lit by the glow of the fire. Kim and Craig were on the couch locked in a kiss that I am sure was creating a lot of heat for both of them. Craig started to pull away when he heard me return, but Kim held him gently by the back of the head and continued the kiss. I sat next to them and lightly rubbed Kim's back as her kiss with Craig intensified. I moved one hand to her front and gently traced the contours of her breasts while I began to kiss the back of her neck. I heard her moan as I did this and watched as she took Craig's hand and placed it high on her bare thigh. I began to rub the outside of her other leg as Craig's fingers moved higher under her robe. Kim parted her legs, welcoming him. She broke the kiss and, placing her hand over his, moved it between her legs as she turned to kiss me. Her position gave me the chance to loosen the belt holding her robe together, and it parted revealing her wonderful breasts. Her nipples were as hard as little rocks. I softly placed my palm over them as she moved deeper into the kiss. I also felt her push her hips into Craig's hand as he took her nipple in his mouth. She broke off the kiss and laid her head back on the couch, eyes closed. I smiled at Craig and told him he was in for a real treat, and that Kim was the most erotic of all the women I had been with. On hearing this, Kim began to rub Craig and I saw him squirm as her fingers trailed over the bulge in his pants. She complained that she was the only one nearly naked, so I got up and said we could fix that, and began to take off my clothes. Craig rose to follow, but Kim stopped him and told him to take off his shirt and that she'd help him with his pants. She grabbed his zipper, pulled it down, unsnapped the stud on his Jeans, and then slowly lowered both trousers and briefs. His cock was at last free and nearly slapped Kim in the face as she reached down to help him step out of his clothes. It wasn't the biggest cock I had ever seen but it was a nice sized specimen of the male anatomy. Kim reached up and grabbed it and you could see the poor guy twitching already. She looked up at Craig's face and licked his cock from base to tip - he moaned aloud and stammered that he'd never had anyone do that before. His cock was glistening with juice, and as the precum started to run down its' length, Kim whimpered and took the head in her mouth, chasing the fluid down Craig's shaft with her tongue, then capturing the droplets. I moved closer to Kim and rubbed her shoulders as she took him deep in her mouth. Craig began to stutter something and Kim moved her mouth off him, grabbed the base of his cock between her fingers and stopped him from cumming. She looked up at him and said, "No you don't, not yet," and laughed. We all went into the bedroom and threw the bedclothes off the bed. Craig started to climb on the bed, and laughing Kim told him that the socks had to go. You never saw socks disappear from feet so fast in your life! Kim told Craig and I that she had a couple of requests before we went any further. At this point the guy would have sold his soul to the devil to continue. Kim told him that she had a couple of fantasies she wanted to act out. Craig said that he was okay with just about anything at this point, as did I. Kim told Craig that she knew he wasn't going to last long his first time and that was okay, the only stipulation being was that he had to tell her when he was near to climax so that she could stop him in time. He readily agreed. I knew this was as much for my benefit as hers, because we had talked about it. With that, Kim told Craig to lay down on the bed, bent over him and took his cock between her lips. I saw her move her mouth and tongue over him and take all of him deep in her throat. I watched as she brought him to the edge then calmed him time after time. I started to climb behind her to slip inside her or lick her, but she just told me to watch and I did as I was told. She continued teasing Craig, bringing him closer and closer before backing off. Kim had grabbed my hand and was holding it as she worked him over, every now and then glancing sideways at me to watch me watching her. She was so turned on. I managed to run my free hand over her butt and feel her pussy – my God she was wet. I played with her pussy and she ground back into my hand. Craig was getting louder and louder and I knew he couldn't last much longer. Just as he announced he was getting real close, Kim stopped and told him to, "Let it go, fill my mouth." As Craig closed his eyes and began bucking his hips, Kim to my surprise forced my hand around his erection at the base and closed her hand over mine. I could feel her lips come down and touch my fingers before she went back up to tease the head of his cock. Craig cried out that he was going to cum and Kim nodded her head, whispered yes, and then moved her mouth until just the head of his cock could be tantalized with her tongue. My hand was clasped around his cock under hers, and as I felt him swell I could feel his cock begin to pump and I knew he was spurting his hot cum into Kim's eager mouth. The guy must have pumped 7 or 8 times. Kim swallowed as much as she could but some leaked out around her lips. Just as he settled down Kim took her mouth off him and to my surprise reached over and kissed me, swirling her cum soaked tongue in my mouth. I was too hot to care; all I could do was kiss her back. His cum didn't taste of much at all; it wasn't bad, but the texture was slick and sticky at the same time. By now I was ravenous, and I pulled Kim over on her back and got my face into her pussy as fast as I could. She was soaked and it took me no time to lick her to a couple of orgasms. Looking up at her I noticed that she again had Craig's hard cock in her mouth – oh, the recovery power of youth! She reached down and grabbed my head and brought me up to her, releasing Craig's cock she said she wanted to suck me now. I moved up to slide into her warm wet mouth. She guided Craig between her open legs and I could see Craig slowly slide into her soaking pussy. Ski Trip Hi, my name is Vanessa. I was born in December 1975 and now have a 34A–24–35, 95 pound, 5 foot 1 inch figure with blond(ish) hair. In 1998 I quit my extremely boring existence in a little town in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a middle-aged man in the East Midlands of England. Apart from a little bit of hair that grows on my legs, I have no body hair below my neck. It's all been removed with electrolysis. My small(ish), pert breasts have small aureoles and large nipples. When they're hard Jon says they look like chapel hat pegs. I have a nice firm, flat stomach with a pubic bone that does stick out a bit. In my pussy lips I have 2 little gold rings that Jon put in me. My clit is very prominent and is usually sticking out between my lips. It's about an inch long with a little round head. Jon sometimes calls it my little dick. I don't own any bras, knickers, trousers, leggings or shorts; and 90% of my skirts and dresses can be described as mini or micro. I used to be a very shy girl, but I've now gone completely the other way, and get a great thrill from letting other people see my body. * * * * * The first I knew about the trip was when Jon took me shopping to a sports shop. Normally when he's taking me on holiday he doesn't tell me until the day that we go, but occasionally he does. He told me this time because I needed something to keep me warm. When he did tell me I had mixed feelings. On the one hand I'd never been skiing before and was a bit nervous. I've never really been the real sporty type. On the other hand I was excited, it was something new, and I was sure that we'd be able to have some 'fun'. I was also a bit worried about the cold. As any of you who have read my Journal will know, I don't wear much clothing, and I had visions of newspaper headlines to the effect of, 'Young girl found frozen to death buried in snow wearing nothing but a mini dress'. Jon soon put my mind to rest on the last bit when he started looking at skisuits and thermal underwear for me. He picked 3 skisuits and told me to try them on. I'd gone out wearing knee length boots, a dress and a coat, and nothing else. I needed the coat because the weather was bad. To try the skisuits on I had to take everything off. The one and only changing cubicle (guess they didn't have much of a demand for one) was in the middle of the shop, with just a curtain across. Not the best of curtains either. I didn't take long to strip off and I was pulling the trousers part of a red suit on when Jon opened the curtain to see how I was getting on. I looked up, and not only could I see Jon, I could see a couple of customers. They weren't looking my way – to start off with, but as they moved round one of the men saw me. I was just pulling the trouser part over my backside and I'm not sure if he saw my pussy or not. He certainly saw my breasts and I saw that he saw me. I told Jon that a man was watching me and all he said was, "So what, you've never been shy before". He was right; I'm not shy any more. I just wanted to let Jon know that someone was watching me. I pulled the skisuit properly on and zipped it up. It was a reasonable fit, but I felt strange wearing something that covered so much of my body; and it was warm in there as well. Jon told me to go and have a look at myself in a mirror so I went out into the main part of the shop. The man who had watched me smiled as I went passed him to the mirror, so I smiled back. I told Jon that I was happy with the skisuit, but he told me to try another one on. I went back into the changing cubicle and couldn't close the curtain because Jon was leaning against the wall trapping the curtain. I looked at Jon and he said, "Come on, we haven't got all day." So I took the suit off. The man who watched me put it on also watched me take it off, so did the other man. When it was off I turned to ask Jon which suit I should try next. This gave my watchers a full frontal view of me. My pussy started to tingle. As Jon answered I looked over at the men and smiled. One of them grinned. Jon told me to try the blue skisuit on next so I turned and lifted it of the hook. As I did, I 'accidentally' dropped it so that I had to bend over to pick it up. When I was bent over I looked back through my legs and saw that the men were still watching. My pussy was getting wet. After I picked the suit up I turned to Jon and put it on. My eyes were mainly on Jon but I could see the men out of the corner of my eye, they were still watching. I went through the same routine to try the 3rd suit on (green one), and had an audience all of the time. The 3rd suit fitted even better than the first one and I kept it on longer as both Jon and me decided that that was the one. When I took it off I noticed that my pussy had leaked juices onto the crotch. One of my watchers looked a bit surprised when I put just my dress then my coat on. Next was the ski boots, Jon had no intention of buying any, but he wanted me to try some on for 2 reasons. Firstly he wanted to know what size I would need, and secondly he wanted one of the young sales assistants to get a hard-on looking at my pussy as he helped me. Jon decided on the make and style of boot and asked the young assistant to measure my feet. I sat down with my knees together and coat wide open. My short dress let most of my thighs show, and as soon as the young man got down on his knees I knew that he'd seen my bald pubes. His face went red. As the man fumbled with the measurer I let my knees part a few inches. All the time the man kept looking up my skirt and by then he'd be able to see the top of my slit. I kept the best bit until he brought the boots out and helped me put them on. I slouched down in the chair and let my legs move about as the boots went on. His face was telling me everything. Poor man, he had trouble concentrating on the boots and he trapped his finger as he fastened one of the boots. Then he had to go through it all again as he showed me how to fasten the boots. It wasn't complicated; it's just that I wanted him to keep looking at me. My sloppy pussy was really tingling. I was enjoying it as much as he was. Amazingly, and unfortunately, the first set of boots fitted me well so Jon took the size and thanked the man for his help. "No problem," he said, "happy to have helped you." I bet he was. Jon sorted out some thermals, socks, gloves and goggles and we went to the sales counter. We put them all on the counter and a different assistant ran them through the till. When he got to he skisuit he checked it over before folding it to put it in a bag. When he looked at the crotch he saw that it was all wet. He looked inside and saw some of my whitish juices and tried to rub them off. When he finally realised that he wasn't going to rub the material dry he said, "I'm very sorry, this has somehow got wet. I'll go and get another one." Jon told him not to bother; we'd take that one. I was nearly blushing. From there we went and bought me some jeans. We didn't bother trying them on. Jon just made sure that the ones that we bought had a big lump of material where the 4 pieces of material met. We left home the next weekend with me feeling uncomfortable wearing the jeans and a jumper under my coat. At least the jeans rubbed my pussy a bit as I walked. Jon told me to take a couple of dresses, but didn't know if I'd get the chance to wear them. The plane journey was uneventful and the coach trip was boring. It was dark and I hardly saw anything. We arrived at the Sports Hotel in Sol late that night and went straight to bed. Next morning Jon was up early and he opened the bedroom window to let some fresh air in. It certainly was fresh. Our bedroom wasn't overlooked which meant that no one could watch me walking around the room naked, and being fucked by Jon. Can't win them all. The scenery was fantastic, it was a bright clear day and I could see the cable car going up the mountains. There was also at least 2 feet of snow on the roofs of the buildings. I'd never actually seen snow that deep before. After breakfast Jon was eager to get to the shop where we hired boots and skis. Jon took me up to the top of the first cable car ride then found my ski school group for me. He told me that he'd see me back in the hotel later that afternoon; and he was off. Jon had told me that he used to go skiing just about every year when he was younger, and he spent most of the week going down the red and the black runs. I spent most of the week in ski school. It was fun, I did enjoy myself, but I got quite a few aches, pains and bruises. Back at the hotel that evening we discovered the hotel swimming pool and sports / leisure centre. The swimming pool was just off the reception area and only has one small changing room. There are a couple of changing cubicles, but they are so small that everyone gets changed in the open area. Fortunately Jon had told me to take my swimsuit with me, but the pool water was cold. Each night before dinner Jon told me to wait in reception until I saw a man going for a swim. I then had to wait a couple of minutes to give him time to start getting changed, then follow him in. I then had to make sure that he saw everything as I stripped and struggled (deliberately) to put my thin white lycra swimsuit on. I then had to dive in the pool and make sure that he saw my big nipples trying to burst out of the swimsuit. After that I had to get out and hang around in the changing area (naked) in the hope that someone else would come in. Only twice did I manage to give someone a show when I got out and dressed. From there I had to go and join Jon in the leisure centre. Jon told me that the sign that was just after the changing rooms said that clothes were forbidden beyond that point; and everyone was naked. There was a sauna, a steam room, a jacuzzi, an extremely cold plunge pool, a couple of relaxation areas and a massage room. We went into the leisure centre every night and for quite a bit of that time I was the only female in there. I spent most of the time in there feeling the eyes of the men staring at me. It was nice. I don't suppose that me laying on the sunloungers with my feet on the ground at either side did anything to discourage them either. Neither of us went skiing on the Wednesday. It was a day of rest that we both needed. In the morning we wandered around the village and found a public swimming pool. We went back to the hotel for our costumes and spent the afternoon there. I was amazed by the number of people there, you could hardly move in some parts. The changing area was fun, what Jon tells me is typical mainland Europe with some little cubicles and one big open area. Guess where I spent a lot of time pretending to get dressed and undressed. Jon left me to it most of the time, but after I got changed for the third time in 2 hours he came after me and fucked me in one of the cubicles. At one side of the main pool (which was quite warm) there is an exit where you can swim to a little pool outside. There you can sit with just your head above the very warm water with steam rising around you. There's a bigger pool that was frozen over and had thick snow on it. We watched 3 people get out and roll in the snow. Part of another little pool next to the warm bit had had the ice broken on it and we watched one mad man go for a quick swim in it. Jon decided that I should have a go. I got out of the warm bit and was standing shivering on the edge of the icy bit trying to pluck up enough courage to jump in when Jon pushed me in. It was only about 10 feet long, but Jon made me swim to the other end and back before getting back into the warm bit God was it cold. My nipples were that cold they were aching something rotten; and talk about swollen, I've never seen them that big. They were still aching and rock hard the next morning. Even in the jacuzzi in the hotel that night they were rock hard. Jon was 'amused'. On the Thursday night, Jon decided that we'd stay in the hotel bar. The other nights we'd put lots of clothes on and gone for our Apres Ski at other local bars. Good fun, but nothing worth writing about. Jon told me to wear one of the dresses I'd taken. It was the only time I wore a dress that week, and I was the only woman there wearing one (little did they know what I wasn't wearing underneath). All the others (including the staff) were wearing trousers. As we walked into the restaurant it went silent and most of the people looked to see why. The talking soon started again and we had a nice meal. I think I had a bit too much local beer afterwards and I fell over walking out. I didn't see if anyone saw my backside and pussy when I was down, or getting up, but some people must have done. Jon helped me up and up to the room where he took his pleasure and went to sleep. Friday, the last day, was a bit different. Jon asked me where we stopped for lunch and he met me there. I spent the afternoon going down a couple of blue and one red run. Nearly at the bottom of the red run is this log cabin. Jon took me round the back of it (no one lived there in the winters) and we sat on a wooden bench taking in the bright sun and scenery. Fantastic views. After about 10 minutes Jon told me to strip. Stupidly, I said, "What?" and he had to repeat himself. I just knew what was going to happen as soon as I was naked. It was both hot and cold if you know what I mean. The sun was warm, but everything else was cold. My nipples were hard as I bent over his knee and counted the 20 slaps with his hand. After that he told me to sit in the snow to cool my backside and pussy. That was cold. A couple of minutes later he told me to get up and lay on my back on the bench. I then had to put my legs straight up in the air and open them wide. He looked at my pussy for a minute the opened his skisuit and fucked me. As he was thrusting in and out I could hear the other skiers swishing passed. I didn't cum, but Jon did. My thermals were soaked in our juices by the time we got back to the hotel, and I was glad I didn't have to put them on again. We went home the next morning. That's about it except to say that Jon threw my jeans and thermals in the rubbish bin just as soon as we got home. The skisuit is now in the loft and I doubt that it will get used util (and if) Jon takes me skiing again. Love Vanessa Ski Trip I guess the ultimate bi experience for me was a ski trip I took the winter before grad school. We had a great day of skiing. The fresh air, skiing, everyone in their tight outfits, including me just made for a really sensuous day. Lori and I got dressed to kill and we couldn't wait to meet some guys. We were in that conquering mode. Lori's boyfriend, Dan, was not going to arrive until Sunday. He was a doll. I had dated him briefly [read only made out with him a couple of times] before he hit it off with Lori. I was between boyfriends at the time. Ted was ever present I guess but he was into boys" weekends away and skiing with his buddies, so we were "on a break". I had dated on occasion but was really into just being with the girls this weekend. Lori had relented to meeting Dan on Sunday after we skied. They were going to spend Monday skiing as well while the rest of us headed home late Sunday night. Lori wore a hot little black T-shirt dress that just barely covered her nice rounded ass and I wore a blue thing that cling tight to my hips. I wore only a g-string and it felt wonderful to have my nipples brush lightly against the cotton material. Lori's nipples were very perky and I pointed them out to her as we left the condo. "It's cold," she laughed. I giggled back and pointed to my erect little nobbies and she made a licking motion with her tongue. "You better calm them down or you will have everyone lining up" The restaurant was fun. We met the other girls there and enjoyed a little bit of dinner with our wine. We all flirted with the waiter who seemed to enjoy serving eight girls with definite cleavage and curves on display. We all felt like dancing so the party moved to a local western bar. I was hoping to get a little swing dancing in, but I guess the guys were a little intimidated by eight gorgeous 'city gals' in heels and tight dresses. Lori and I danced a bit with each other and finally picked out a guy who looked to be at least from the city. His boots just didn't have that "country boy" shine on them. Stan was fun, but not very satisfying we flirted a bit, but he didn't seem to go for two gals at a time and seemed a bit more distracted by the band rather than our charms. Disappointed, horny, and a bit tipsy, Lori and I wanted to move on to a more partying place. We left the rest of our party to country two step or cab rides home vowing to meet in the morning at lift number six when it opened. The music inside was rocking at another place down the street so we went in and started dancing. As we were dancing we checked out the boys and played "'would you if you had to' There were only a few yes's in the crowd. Finally a guy gave us the attention we deserved. Jack was flirtatious, not too drunk yet and seemed to relish the fact that two women were paying strict attention to him. We danced a few, drank a few, he squeezed my ass once and tried to steal a kiss. I made him wait and then at the end of the night gave him a mouthful of my tongue. Lori obliged him since we were leaving him at the bar as we called it an evening. "Men suck," she cried out in disappointment. When we got back to the condo, we continued to talk about how disappointing men were, but I mentioned that at other times they possessed just the right solution for what ails us. As we talked, Lori pulled off her dress and threw on an oversized flannel shirt. I paid particular attention to the curve of her ass accented by her g-string. I surprisingly felt myself ache deep within my abdomen. My lips began to twitch and swell as I followed the line between her legs from her ankles past the back of her knees as it terminated into the cleavage of her ass. Her black thong contrasted nicely with the paleness of her sun-starved skin. As she turned I could see the swollen outlines of her lips against the cotton. Her perky breasts bounced a bit as she threw the half buttoned shirt over her head. Her nipples were clearly visible inside the soft material, as she had left the buttons undone. I guess she caught me staring and motioned to me that it was my turn and wearing a big grin. I proceeded to vamp my way out of my dress letting it fall to the ground and stepping out of it amidst her cat calls. She was going on with her anti men harangue. But I caught the glimmer of lust in her eyes as my breasts felt the night air. She smiled and told me that skiing agreed with my body. Since I normally wore a giant sized t-shirt to bed when traveling—usually without panties, I swung my hips as I walked over to the dresser and bent over to get my shirt out. It felt good to have her eyes on me. She had stopped talking as I bent over I could hear her short gasp and sigh. My little g-string was stretch tightly against my now very swollen lips and I could imagine she got a eyeful. I wiggled my ass around a bit then stood up with my t-shirt in hand. Then,, looking her right in the eye I grabbed my panties at my hips and slowly, nonchalantly pulled them down—letting them fall on their own when I got past my knees. Lori eyes met my gaze and I smiled without comment, finally her eyes left mine and I felt their gaze on my pussy. I was, I thought, noticeably aroused but thankful I hadn't had too tight of a trim and wax so I didn't feel too naked and exposed. Not knowing where this was going, but without any hesitation I slowly unfolded my t-shirt and with no extra effort threw it on over my head. "Want to watch T.V. or something?" I asked breaking the sensual silence. "No I'm tired let's just hit it tonight," Lori replied hopping on her bed. I reached for the lamp between us and wished her sweet dreams. The air was thick with darkness when the lamp went out. For a second I could see the residue images of Lori smiling at me, those gently faded and I groped for my pillow. As I lay in the darkness for a while, my ears picked up the faint noise of sheets and blankets rustling in the bed next to mine. I could hear Lori's bed creaking a little and the quiet sound of her sheets rubbing against each other. "Are you o.k.?" I asked with giggle. "Yes. I'm fine." I paused, thinking, not knowing where to take this. "O.k. I thought you might need help." I replied. "What are you doing?" I asked as innocently as possible, breaking the silence. I was already getting wet thinking about Lori touching herself under those sheets. Lori replied she wasn't doing anything and that I had a dirty mind and should just go to sleep. "I just wanted to see if you needed any pointers," was my lusty reply. "If I was doing something, which I'm not, I would be giving out the pointers" "Oh yeah?" was all that I could muster, but instinct took over and I quickly reached through the blackness and flipped on the lamp. Lori's look of surprise quickly turned into immediate laughing. I was up on my toes with my hand on the switch, my t-shirt barely covering me. Lori had the covers turned down to her waist. Her shirt was open. She had one hand inside of her shirt and the other under the covers. I could tell from the bump in the blankets that it was laying on her mound. I came over to her bedside and sat down. "Hi!" "Hi, yourself" "Need any help?" "Not yet." "Don't let me interrupt." "You're not" Slowly the bump under the covers began to move a little back and forth. I was staring into Lori's eyes and smiling. She was staring back at me, then, she closed her eyes for a second and smiled. "Does that feel good?" "Yes," she said without a hint of shyness. I was feeling very hot, prickly between my legs, I felt my nipples harden as they rubbed up hard against my t-shirt. I looked at them, and said, "My my, you've got my nipples all at attention." "Hmmm. They looked very nice tonight," she sighed. I smiled a nervous smile, shook my head back and forth like I couldn't believe what was happening and without a word, I put my hand on my shirt and teased my left nipple up harder. "They certainly feel good tonight!" Lori's hand was moving under the covers now unchecked and deliberate. "I guess I'm in a mood tonight, cause you're looking so hot," Lori whispered. I moved my hand more deliberately fully engulfing my breast through my shirt and teasing the other one. "It feels good to show you...Can I watch?" I asked making a motion towards the sheets. Lori swallowed hard, her face was flush and pink and I could tell her mind was arguing like mine was. But as she stared into my eyes, for the most part ignoring what my hands were doing, her hand came out slowly from her shirt. She smiled, giggled, and then shyly, still staring directly into my gaze grasped the blanket. She tilted her head a bit, "What do you want to see?" "Oh nothing, just curious about whatcha doin," I said with my best shy face on. The blanket slid slowly down past Lori's hips, her belly button was wet with perspiration. Her g-string was still in place and her hand was discretely under the fabric. I could tell she had her middle finger positioned on top of her clit. The fabric of her panties was tight against her lips. As I looked, Lori's hand began to move slowly, without a word. I watched then instinctively resumed moving my hand on my breast. My fingers were strumming my hard nipple punctuated by an occasional squeeze. Lori's sensuality and freeness got to me. I was so aroused to be watching her intimate actions and at the same time touching myself in front of her gazing eyes. I looked back at her and watched her eyes drink in my breasts, still swollen under my t-shirt. As I teased my nipples through the cotton fabric with my right hand, my left hand slid slowly up my thigh. Lori's free hand went back to her top and pushed the flannel fabric off her left shoulder exposing her nicely aroused tit. She pulled on her nipple a bit then squeezed it hard. Her eyes were focused on her breast. Then she looked over at me, smiled and shook her head. She watched my face as my eyes darted from her breast to her panties with her hand moving quietly beneath. I smiled then continued to slide my hand along my thigh until it reached the hem of my shirt. I looked at Lori again for a moment then followed my hand as it continued its journey up to my hips exposing part of my pussy. The moisture could definitely be seen in the glow of the lamp. Lori's eyes widened as she focused on my exposed lips and my budding clit and she drew a long breath almost a sigh. My hands were roaming my tummy and hips as well as rubbing my breasts. I had my eyes closed and was just lost in my body's sensual readiness. I knew she was watching so I experienced a double arousing effect. When I couldn't stand it no longer, my hand moved slowly through my pussy hair and my middle finger gently glided across my clit. I open my eyes and looked down at myself, then over to Lori. Her eyes were riveted on my hand. "I've never done this before," was all I could whisper. "Masturbate, do it front of someone or do it in front of a girl?" "Masturbate!" I said with a giggle. "From the way you are handling yourself, I'd say that wasn't quite true" Somehow, saying the word masturbate in her company was arousing to me. I like words sometimes, and I was glad she used it. "I focused on my fingers teasing my clit for a second and asked her, "Have you?" "What, masturbated, or did it with a girl?" "Either or..." I laughed and shook my head, "Hey Lori, this is so weird , but fun." "Yeah it is, and no, although I've thought about it some times, especially with you, I've never done this in front of or with a girl before. But I like it, at least for tonight." "Does this mean we're bi?" "I don't know, but for tonight, I'm not going to think about it, I just want to see where this goes, is that o.k.?" "Yes, that's what I want too." I pulled myself on to the bed fully, pulled the covers all the way back and sat facing Lori. She had her knees up and her hand was fully exploring her wet lips under her g-string and sometimes disappearing inside her. We talked about masturbating, how long we had, when we first discovered boys, when we found our clits, etc. than we moved to talking about finding some girls some times very sexy. The whole time we were just quietly touching ourselves. I still had my t-shirt pulled up and Lori was wearing her shirt and thong. "So, do you have any special tips for getting off?" "I don't think so," I whispered. "We ought to compare techniques while we're at it." I pulled off my t-shirt and now totally naked showed Lori how I liked to rub my clit using a sideways motion. She pulled aside her thong and showed me her up and down stroke. It was incredibly arousing to see her pussy wet and her panties shoved aside. I couldn't explain why, but it was hot. She let me study her for a while and said, "You know I've seen you naked a bunch of times, but you've never been so arousing or I haven't been so curious until tonight. "I was thinking about your breasts. What they would feel like. I touch my breasts all the time and I'm used to them. I'm curious about what others would feel like though." "I've thought about having oral sex with another woman. I would definitely receive, cause I think a woman would work it just right. I don't know about giving just yet." "I definitely would be curious enough to give, just so I could relate to a guy." "Yeah that would be appealing just so I knew what it felt like to touch, kiss and lick." As we talked, I slowly moved over the bed until I was laying next to Lori. My leg was bent and up in the air so I could easily access my now soaked pleasure center. Lori had opened her shirt up more and was openly touching her breasts and her self sometimes losing track of our conversation. "Are you going to cum soon?" I asked, hoping the moments would go on. "Yeah why not," she giggled. After a pause I took a breath and, "Want me to help?" Lori looked at me for an awkward moment and whispered, "Yes, I think I would." I could help smilling and moved closer towards Lori. She looked up at me, then reached down to her hips and pulled gently on her soaked thong. My eyes widened as I drank in her pussy as the thong slid down Lori's legs. Her lips were very swollen and her clit slightly red from Lori's attentive fingers. She was a little larger equipped than I. I smiled again at Lori, she was watching me look her over. My left hand had not left my own clit as I reached for her with my right. "Oh my," Lori giggled as my finger made contact with her fully attentive clit. 'This is how I like it," I explained moving my two fingers slowly back and forth lightly on her wet nib. "Hmm, this is so strange, but extremely nice. Hmm," Lori moaned as my other fingers found purchase between her lips. I giggled nervously and found touching her fascinating because the "mirror" was real I was touching another pussy, someone else's clit—Lori's clit. I was pleasuring her. My other hand was feeling my clit and the double sensation was curious. My fingers were trembling as I could feel my abs crunching in spasms. Lori's head was back in the pillow, eyes shut, enjoying my touch. Without a word I bent down and kissed her nipple. She gasped and moaned. Her breasts tasted like mine, but somehow slightly off. I teased them with my tongue as I would my own. Lori moaned softly and kept whispering how wonderful it felt and how good I was. I kept kissing her breasts and started moving up her chest towards her neck all the while caressing her gently below. As I approached her cheek and her mouth, Lori opened her eyes. My hands slowed their caresses. "Let me touch you for a minute. I'm not sure about the kissing yet," she whispered. 'That's fine. I just wanted to taste your mouth. Your boobies taste very similar to mine, but just a bit different to make me more curious. Sorry to sound like an explorer or scientist. I am enjoying this so much." "I am too." She replied, "It's fun to drift away and get caught up in the sensations. But as I reminded myself that those soft nibbles and touch was you, it's almost enough to just put me over just thinking about you." Lori sat up and unbuttoned the rest of her shirt and removed it. Her curves were very pleasing to my eyes. I was very sensitive and hot between my legs and having her gaze at me with lust in her eyes made me even more wet with anticipation. She turned on her side and fed me her breast. "Would you like this?" She smiled and I sucked hungrily on her nipple. Her hand found my breast and my nipples were soon teased, pinched and rubbed with pleasure. Lori's tongue danced on my nipple she had turned so I could suck on hers at the same time. Her hands reached down and began to caress my hair and then moved slowly between my lips. She followed my wetness to my ass and began to dance around my hole giggling the whole time. I was flat on my back legs spread wide and one bent at the knee while Lori danced her five fingers on my clit, my lips and my ass at the same time. She stopped tonguing my nipples long enough to explain, "Dan does this to me and it blows me away." "It feels so amazing!" I slipped my hand between her legs and assumed the same pose. Lori moaned still sucking on my breast. Breaking away she exclaimed, "You feel so much better than Dan right now. Is that bad?" "I don't think so," I said giggling. We played like that for a while and I could feel Lori beginning to spasm and cramp. She began to moan louder as she came in a shuddering explosion. She arched her back and I slowly eased up on her clit. 'That was so amazing," she said when she caught her breath. "Your turn!" "I will. I will." Was my reply. I sat up and slowly stroked Loris breasts then I bent down and gently kissed her on the mouth. She tasted like sex and it aroused me further. Lori kissed me back and we explored each other mouths for a while. I broke the kiss and looked at her and smiled. "I want to taste you." "You do?" her eyes wide with surprise. "Yes, hurry before I lose my nerve," I teased.. Lori giggled her approval sat up and spread her legs. I moved quickly between them and quickly so as not to think about what I was doing, My tongue lapped at her clit. She tasted so salty. I was about to cum thinking about this sensual kiss. I began to taste her juices and filled my mouth with her. Then I moved up her hips and found her mouth now and laid on top of her. I spread my legs and rubbed my clit against her thigh while she did the same. She felt wet. She opened her mouth and we tasted her together. She stared at me opened eyed. "It tastes so decedent, so sexual, so wild." I began to cum while rubbing on top of her. I let go a tension-relieving laugh. "Wow! Will we regret this in the morning?" "Not me, this was amazing." We sat and talked for while. We compared each other's bodies. Lori was slightly larger. I was deeper. We talked about trimming techniques and oral sex. As we talked, we got progressively lusty with our list of 'experiments' we wanted to try. We rubbed our four breasts together. We licked each other's breasts then our own. When we felt relaxed and daring enough we decided to 69 and tickle each other with our tongues as a contest—the first one to surrender, lost. Lori totally succumbed when I found her ass and began to tease and lick it. Finally, I began to touch myself in earnest to allow my body the pleasure of the ultimate in relaxation techniques. Lori watched me for a while rubbing herself, then switched to "helping me" by rubbing my breasts. I closed my eyes and thought of her watching my body, I came nicely with Lori's fingers massaging me inside. She began to lick them off and then kissed me. We were very lusty and open. We took a shower together washing massaging and kissing. We ended up cuddling while we slept. The next morning we were the first at the lift with big smiles on our faces. The other girls I don't think had a clue and we had sworn each other to secrecy, Although, I believe, Lori would be the first to tell. She got off on those kinds of talks anyway. Dan arrived at the end of the day to a very tired but lusty girlfriend. I tied to imagine their conversation that night. As we headed home I got wet thinking about Dan watching Lori and I the next time, if there ever was a next time. Ski Trip For the past few years I have assisted with a youth ski camp. The excitement of teaching young kids, enjoying the atmosphere surrounding the event and meeting many close friends are the main reasons I return each year. This year I was selected as event coordinator. This left me with the responsibility of all planning for the staff and campers. I was 3 hours from the ski lodge and had worked all the details over the phone or internet. I arrived at camp 2 days early to what looked like a ghost town and begin to set up and final preparations for what was shaping up to be a great camp. After a brief tour of the area, I found that "old man winter" had been good to the ski season. Fresh snow was plentiful and the slopes looked great. The next day though, the weather started to change. I spent the early part of the day putting up supplies, checking all the gear and stocking up on firewood. The staff was to arrive the next morning and campers would be shuttled to the lodge that evening. However, I was about to learn that you can't always prepare for the unsuspecting weather. Within hours it turned dark, the temperature plunged about 25 degrees and a light snow began to fall. Late that evening I got word that the staff and campers would likely be delayed due to severe weather in the valley. I decided to make the most of it and start a fire to warm up the lodge and watch the view from the glass front dining room. I grabbed a beer from the lodge storage cabinet and headed for a shower. I finished a good hot shower, dressed and headed for the dining room. Just as I entered the room, I was startled by loud knocking on the door. I opened the doorto find Jenn, one of our staff members standing in the blizzard conditions. I ushered her in and grabbed a bag she was holding. She was so cold, I was concerned that she may have suffered frostbite. She assured me she was ok, and after a few minutes by the fire, it showed. I went to retrieve us both a drink and returned to find her removing her shoes and socks. I handed Jenn the drink and she said she was going to take a shower and clean up. As I walked off, I took her shoes and placed them by the fire to dry and warm them. I was enjoying my beer when I heard her calling my name. When I reached the shower, I stopped in my tracks as she had failed to close the door. The view was exciting, as Jenn is a very smart, sexy and beautiful woman. Her voice brought me from my trance as she asked if I would bring her bag. When I returned with her bag, the water was off and she was standing there holding a damp towel around her body. She asked me to open it up so she could get her clothes. I sat the bag down and unzipped it as I looked uptoward her face, only to stop at her waist. I admired her body a little to long and she grunted. Her voice once again brought me back to reality. I asked if she needed anything else, then excused myself. I returned to the fireplace and my beer. I needed a lot of them now to get the vision from my mind. My thoughts remained on Jenn as I continued to get even hornier. When Jenn joined me, she laid close to the fire as well. I asked if she wanted a chair to sit in or just a pillow and cover, which she gladly accepted. With the alcohol in my system and thoughts of her body, I forgot that I had began to get an erection. When I stood to walk off, I heard her gasp and realized my mistake. I returned with a pillow and cover in hand and stretched it out for her. Jenn seemed different now and I felt I had caused her discomfort. I apologized for making her feel uneasy. She told me no apology was necessary and that it had been a long time since she had had sex and had never seen a bulge so large. I blushed and jokingly said they make them all the time. We both laughed and she seemed to have loosened up some. We chatted openly and soon the subject turned to sex. We discussed our likes, dislikes and past experiences. She said that she had found that most young guys only want to cum and never please her. She also said she loved receiving oral sex, but again guys won't take the time for it. At that point I revealed that giving oral was my favorite. Suddenly Jenn said she was cold and needed more cover. We decided the best place to sleep tonight would be the floor by the fireplace. We were separated by several feet and our individual covers. We laid down severalpieces of cover and plenty of pillows, laid down to watch the snow continue to fall. The temperature seemed to plummet and I added more wood to the fire. I noticed Jenn saring at me as I laid down. As we said good night, I rolled over and began wishing I had made a pass on Jenn. But I couldn't make myself take a chance and ruin our friendship and a chance at a promotion. I was just about asleep when Jenn she was still cold and asked if I would hold her to warm her up. I rolled over next to her, hoping my warm body would warm her up. After a few minutes she said she was warming up. Then I felt her body move and push against me. Initially I thought it was an accident. I could tell the second time was no accident and the movement began to cause my semi limp cock respond. The tighter she pushed her ass backward, the harder I got. At this point, I didn't care about a promotion. I reached for her breast and found her nipples were stiff. By now my dick had grown to its massive size and was resting along the crack of her ass. As her ass pressed back to me harder, I let a hand drift down midriff til it reached her crotch. Her arm reached back and pulled me tighter to her body. My hand continued its quest to reach her damp hole. The moment I touched her clit, her moans grew louder. After massaging her clit for several minutes, I eased the first of two fingers inside her tight wet pussy. As I slid another finger in to join the first, she took her hand from my ass and grasped my cock. OH MY GOD, she said. I took my fingers out and rubbed her clit and she rolled over onto her back. I began a slow descent down her body; slowly kissing and sucking her neck and stomach. She grabbed my hair, holding and turning my head when I reached her clit. The slow licks across her clit and labia was making her very wet. I was determined to finish off with my mouth, before I slid my hard cock in her. Her first orgasm was only moments later. I continued to suck her clit and held it with my lips. This technique brought her ass off the bed as she moaned louder. Each time she lifted up, gave me a chance to lick her asshole. I traced the juices from her cunt to her ass and back. Finally she lifted up her cheeks and I dove in, fucking her tight asshole with my tongue. Her excitement was to much and she collapsed. I slowed the pace again and felt her muscles tighten and her legs wrapped around my shoulders as she pushed her hot wet pussy hard against my mouth. Her screams were all the evidence I needed to know she had cum again. I crawled back up the very body that I had made my way down earlier. I took her face in my hands and kissed her, allowing her to taste her own juices. As we kissed, she held and pulled my dick, bringing moans from my own throat. Jenn decided it was her turn to "punish" me. As she made her way down my body, her grip on my shaft got tighter and her strokes were longer. At one point I wasn't sure who was moaning more. When her lips touched the head, I jerked and pushed my cock in her mouth. They wrapped tight around the head and her hand held firmly. She continued licking and sucking my hard shaft, seemingly determined to take all 9 thick inches. Even thoughshe wasn't able to take the entire cock down her throat, her manipulations had me on the edge very soon. Her eyes stared me down as she must have realized how close I was. Watching my face, Jenn took the head and held it. It felt as though she was holding a wrestling match inside her mouth. I warned her how close I was but she never let up. Within moments, I screamed that I was about to cum. I was expecting her to release my cock, but she didn't. I pumped hr face one more time and released a mouthful of jism. We paused a couple minutes to catch our breath and grab a drink. During the whole break, Jenn continues to stare at my still semi hard dick. I finished my drink and laid Jenn back as I crawled on top of her in a sixty nine position. I could hear her moans as she tried again to take my cock. I could feel her tongue working the sides of my shaft. My tongue was busy making its way up side of her labia and clit, then down the other. As her juices leaked out, my mouth would chase them down. I pulled away from her mouth til my cock was resting between her tits. I thrust my cock along her tits and reached back to squeeze her nipples. I spun around and crawled between her legs. I reached for one leg and placed it on my shoulder while holding my cock at her opening. The look in her eyes told me she was excited, but nervous. Taking my shaft, I placed it at the opening and rubbed the head along the outside getting it lubed up. Then I eased the head in slowly. I took it back out and spanked her clit before pushing in deeper. I watched as each push opened her wider. Her juices were soaking my shaft and balls. Moving slowly, she was taking inch by inch deeper in her tight hole and her noises became more noticeable. Once I reached bottom, I held her tight and kissed her sofly at first , then with more passion. My hips moved slowly, making sure I pressed against her clit. The rotation of my hips brought gasps from Jenn and her legs wrapped around my ass to hold me tight. Reaching back, I grabbed the cheeks of her ass to get as deep as possible. These actions were enough to bring her to another orgasm. Not wanting the night to end, I rolled Jenn over onto all fours. I entered her from behind and knew I had really hit the spot now. Jenn leaned down and pushed backwards as I pounded away. It seemed as though I couldn't fuck her hard enough, cause her moans grew louder and faster. Then at the same time, we both screamed and our bodies collapsed as we came. As I pulled out, my cum dripped from her wet open cunt. We both hugged and fell asleep. Exhaustion had taken over til the next morning, that's a new story. Ski Trip The first I knew about the trip was when Jon took me shopping to a sports shop. Normally when he's taking me somewhere he doesn't tell me until the day that we go, but occasionally he does. He told me this time because I needed something to keep me warm. When he did tell me I had mixed feelings. On the one hand I'd never been skiing before and was a bit nervous. I've never really been the real sporty type. On the other hand I was excited, it was something new, and I was sure that we'd be able to have some 'fun'. I was also a bit worried about the cold. As any of you who have read my Journal will know, I don't wear much clothing, and I had visions of newspaper headlines to the effect of, 'Young girl found frozen to death buried in snow wearing nothing but a mini dress'. Jon soon put my mind to rest on the last bit when he started looking at skisuits and thermal underwear for me. He picked 3 skisuits and told me to try them on. I'd gone out wearing knee length boots, a dress and a coat, and nothing else. I needed the coat because the weather was bad. To try the skisuits on I had to take everything off. The one and only changing cubicle (guess they didn't have much of a demand for one) was in the middle of the shop, with just a curtain across. Not the best of curtains either. I didn't take long to strip off and I was pulling the trousers part of a red suit on when Jon opened the curtain to see how I was getting on. I looked up, and not only could I see Jon, I could see a couple of customers. They weren't looking my way -- to start off with, but as they moved round one of the men saw me. I was just pulling the trouser part over my backside and I'm not sure if he saw my pussy or not. He certainly saw my breasts and I saw that he saw me. I told Jon that a man was watching me and all he said was, "So what, you've never been shy before". He was right; I'm not shy any more. I just wanted to let Jon know that someone was watching me. I pulled the skisuit properly on and zipped it up. It was a reasonable fit, but I felt strange wearing something that covered so much of my body; and it was warm in there as well. Jon told me to go and have a look at myself in a mirror so I went out into the main part of the shop. The man who had watched me smiled as I went passed him to the mirror, so I smiled back. I told Jon that I was happy with the skisuit, but he told me to try another one on. I went back into the changing cubicle and couldn't close the curtain because Jon was leaning against the wall trapping the curtain. I looked at Jon and he said, "Come on, we haven't got all day." So I took the suit off. The man who watched me put it on also watched me take it off, so did the other man. When it was off I turned to ask Jon which suit I should try next. This gave my watchers a full frontal view of me. My pussy started to tingle. As Jon answered I looked over at the men and smiled. One of them grinned. Jon told me to try the blue skisuit on next so I turned and lifted it of the hook. As I did, I 'accidentally' dropped it so that I had to bend over to pick it up. When I was bent over I looked back through my legs and saw that the men were still watching. My pussy was getting wet. After I picked the suit up I turned to Jon and put it on. My eyes were mainly on Jon but I could see the men out of the corner of my eye, they were still watching. I went through the same routine to try the 3rd suit on (green one), and had an audience all of the time. The 3rd suit fitted even better than the first one and I kept it on longer as both Jon and me decided that that was the one. When I took it off I noticed that my pussy had leaked juices onto the crotch. One of my watchers looked a bit surprised when I put just my dress then my coat on. Next was the ski boots, Jon had no intention of buying any, but he wanted me to try some on for 2 reasons. Firstly he wanted to know what size I would need, and secondly he wanted one of the young sales assistants to get a hard-on looking at my pussy as he helped me. Jon decided on the make and style of boot and asked the young assistant to measure my feet. I sat down with my knees together and coat wide open. My short dress let most of my thighs show, and as soon as the young man got down on his knees I knew that he'd seen my bald pubes. His face went red. As the man fumbled with the measurer I let my knees part a few inches. All the time the man kept looking up my skirt and by then he'd be able to see the top of my slit. I kept the best bit until he brought the boots out and helped me put them on. I slouched down in the chair and let my legs move about as the boots went on. His face was telling me everything. Poor man, he had trouble concentrating on the boots and he trapped his finger as he fastened one of the boots. Then he had to go through it all again as he showed me how to fasten the boots. It wasn't complicated; it's just that I wanted him to keep looking at me. My sloppy pussy was really tingling. I was enjoying it as much as he was. Amazingly, and unfortunately, the first set of boots fitted me well so Jon took the size and thanked the man for his help. "No problem," he said, "happy to have helped you." I bet he was. Jon sorted out some thermals, socks, gloves and goggles and we went to the sales counter. We put them all on the counter and a different assistant ran them through the till. When he got to he skisuit he checked it over before folding it to put it in a bag. When he looked at the crotch he saw that it was all wet. He looked inside and saw some of my whitish juices and tried to rub them off. When he finally realised that he wasn't going to rub the material dry he said, "I'm very sorry, this has somehow got wet. I'll go and get another one." Jon told him not to bother; we'd take that one. I was nearly blushing. From there we went and bought me some jeans. We didn't bother trying them on. Jon just made sure that the ones that we bought had a big lump of material where the 4 pieces of material met. We left home the next weekend with me feeling uncomfortable wearing the jeans and a jumper under my coat. At least the jeans rubbed my pussy a bit as I walked. Jon told me to take a couple of dresses, but didn't know if I'd get the chance to wear them. The plane journey was uneventful and the coach trip was boring. It was dark and I hardly saw anything. We arrived at the Sports Hotel in Sol late that night and went straight to bed. Next morning Jon was up early and he opened the bedroom window to let some fresh air in. It certainly was fresh. Our bedroom wasn't overlooked which meant that no one could watch me walking around the room naked, and being fucked by Jon. Can't win them all. The scenery was fantastic, it was a bright clear day and I could see the cable car going up the mountains. There was also at least 2 feet of snow on the roofs of the buildings. I'd never actually seen snow that deep before. After breakfast Jon was eager to get to the shop where we hired boots and skis. Jon took me up to the top of the first cable car ride then found my ski school group for me. He told me that he'd see me back in the hotel later that afternoon; and he was off. Jon had told me that he used to go skiing just about every year when he was younger, and he spent most of the week going down the red and the black runs. I spent most of the week in ski school. It was fun, I did enjoy myself, but I got quite a few aches, pains and bruises. Back at the hotel that evening we discovered the hotel swimming pool and sports / leisure centre. The swimming pool was just off the reception area and only has one small changing room. There are a couple of changing cubicles, but they are so small that everyone gets changed in the open area. Fortunately Jon had told me to take my swimsuit with me, but the pool water was cold. Each night before dinner Jon told me to wait in reception until I saw a man going for a swim. I then had to wait a couple of minutes to give him time to start getting changed, then follow him in. I then had to make sure that he saw everything as I stripped and struggled (deliberately) to put my thin white lycra swimsuit on. I then had to dive in the pool and make sure that he saw my big nipples trying to burst out of the swimsuit. After that I had to get out and hang around in the changing area (naked) in the hope that someone else would come in. Only twice did I manage to give someone a show when I got out and dressed. From there I had to go and join Jon in the leisure centre. Jon told me that the sign that was just after the changing rooms said that clothes were forbidden beyond that point; and everyone was naked. There was a sauna, a steam room, a jacuzzi, an extremely cold plunge pool, a couple of relaxation areas and a massage room. We went into the leisure centre every night and for quite a bit of that time I was the only female in there. I spent most of the time in there feeling the eyes of the men staring at me. It was nice. I don't suppose that me laying on the sunloungers with my feet on the ground at either side did anything to discourage them either. Neither of us went skiing on the Wednesday. It was a day of rest that we both needed. In the morning we wandered around the village and found a public swimming pool. We went back to the hotel for our costumes and spent the afternoon there. I was amazed by the number of people there, you could hardly move in some parts. The changing area was fun, what Jon tells me is typical mainland Europe with some little cubicles and one big open area. Guess where I spent a lot of time pretending to get dressed and undressed. Jon left me to it most of the time, but after I got changed for the third time in 2 hours he came after me and fucked me in one of the cubicles. At one side of the main pool (which was quite warm) there is an exit where you can swim to a little pool outside. There you can sit with just your head above the very warm water with steam rising around you. There's a bigger pool that was frozen over and had thick snow on it. We watched 3 people get out and roll in the snow. Part of another little pool next to the warm bit had had the ice broken on it and we watched one mad man go for a quick swim in it. Jon decided that I should have a go. I got out of the warm bit and was standing shivering on the edge of the icy bit trying to pluck up enough courage to jump in when Jon pushed me in. It was only about 10 feet long, but Jon made me swim to the other end and back before getting back into the warm bit God was it cold. My nipples were that cold they were aching something rotten; and talk about swollen, I've never seen them that big. They were still aching and rock hard the next morning. Even in the jacuzzi in the hotel that night they were rock hard. Jon was 'amused'. On the Thursday night, Jon decided that we'd stay in the hotel bar. The other nights we'd put lots of clothes on and gone for our Apres Ski at other local bars. Good fun, but nothing worth writing about. Jon told me to wear one of the dresses I'd taken. It was the only time I wore a dress that week, and I was the only woman there wearing one (little did they know what I wasn't wearing underneath). All the others (including the staff) were wearing trousers. As we walked into the restaurant it went silent and most of the people looked to see why. The talking soon started again and we had a nice meal. I think I had a bit too much local beer afterwards and I fell over walking out. I didn't see if anyone saw my backside and pussy when I was down, or getting up, but some people must have done. Jon helped me up and up to the room where he took his pleasure and went to sleep. Friday, the last day, was a bit different. Jon asked me where we stopped for lunch and he met me there. I spent the afternoon going down a couple of blue and one red run. Nearly at the bottom of the red run is this log cabin. Jon took me round the back of it (no one lived there in the winters) and we sat on a wooden bench taking in the bright sun and scenery. Fantastic views. After about 10 minutes Jon told me to strip. Stupidly, I said, "What?" and he had to repeat himself. I just knew what was going to happen as soon as I was naked. It was both hot and cold if you know what I mean. The sun was warm, but everything else was cold. My nipples were hard as I bent over his knee and counted the 20 slaps with his hand. After that he told me to sit in the snow to cool my backside and pussy. That was cold. A couple of minutes later he told me to get up and lay on my back on the bench. I then had to put my legs straight up in the air and open them wide. He looked at my pussy for a minute the opened his skisuit and fucked me. As he was thrusting in and out I could hear the other skiers swishing passed. I didn't cum, but Jon did. My thermals were soaked in our juices by the time we got back to the hotel, and I was glad I didn't have to put them on again. We went home the next morning. That's about it except to say that Jon threw my jeans and thermals in the rubbish bin just as soon as we got home. The skisuit is now in the loft and I doubt that it will get used util (and if) Jon takes me skiing again. I still have a few other experiences that Jon has told me to document, and there's bound to be more as time goes on. I'm sure Jon will get me to publish them on my web pages as and when he's read them and is happy with them. Love Vanessa Ski Trip It was supposed to be a typical ski holiday. There's a chalet to rent and some travel company hires it and sets up a holiday package for young singles wanting to ski. This particular chalet had four bedrooms, two beds per room. Basically we were a group of eight strangers arbitrarily sharing a house. The only thing the agency did to ensure compatibility was to make sure we were all about the same age, early twenties, and to ensure that there was an even mix of sexes. Bedrooms were assigned two women to each of the front bedrooms and two men to each of the back. From that point we were on our own. If we wanted to swap bedrooms with anyone, that was our choice. So there we all were. On a holiday, looking for a little fun, some skiing, some booze and perhaps a little nookie if we were lucky. That first evening we were all in the common room, getting acquainted and getting tanked. We must've been getting tanked to have gone through with it when the suggestion was raised. There was a lot of flirtation going on, with hints of promises being slyly offered by both sexes. You know how it is, a general feeling each other out for friendship and possible a short term sexual encounter. Someone was heard to grumble that it was a lot of work to possibly hook up with someone incompatible. We really needed some way to test each other to see what sort of partner they'd be. Then someone else said, "Actually, that's not a bad idea. Why don't we do just that." There was a bit of confusion at this point, as no-one seemed sure of what was being suggested. It was then explained to us. "There are an equal number of each sex here. All we need to do is try each other out for a few moments. The women lose their pants, and each man can then take it in turns to enter each woman to see how she feels and vice versa. I'm not talking full sex. The man just slips into the woman, wait for a few moments while she adjusts to the feel of him and he gets to know the feel of her, and then withdraw. This should give us all an initial idea of who we might want or not want as a partner." There was a lot of laughter, some derisive and some supportive, and then the subject was dropped in favour of another round of drinks. After a bit more general talk someone said "The hell with it. The testing keeps playing on my mind. Who's willing to try it out?" Obviously there were four ayes, right from the word go. After all, what man is going to resist the chance of sticking his dick in a series of nubile young ladies? The women were a bit slower deciding. I guess there's a difference in sticking it to four lovely ladies and being stuck by four horny bastards. One of the girls didn't need much persuading. She was for it almost from the start, and another also quickly agreed. The two hold outs, um'ed and ah'ed, for a short while, and then one said "If it's only in and then out, why not? Can't hurt." With her only support gone, the last holdout shrugged. "As you say, why not?" There was a pause as the men all wondered how to ask the girls to take off their panties, and the girls wondered if they were just supposed to whip them off. Then, of all people, the last holdout hooked her thumbs into the waist of her pants and pushed them down. "If we're going to do this, we'd better get started," she announced, while her panties also hit the floor. "I'm not waiting around all night for someone to work up the nerve to jump me." With that, the rest were in a rush to follow suit, showing that they weren't going to be last. Of course, as soon as women start competing with women, one got carried away. After dropping her pants and panties, she promptly stripped off her top and bra. "If we're going to be bent over getting pronged," she said, "we'd better give the boys something to hang on to." So in quick time there were four naked women prancing around showing their wares. Now that they were naked, they seemed determined that the men should see everything so that they could compare. Someone started grabbing the chairs from around the table, moving them aside. Someone else pitched in to help him and suddenly we had easy access to a nice big table. One of the girls sauntered over to it and bent over, legs spread and a laugh on her face. Following her example, the others joined her, each bending over a different side of the table. This way they could see each other and the men testing them. Now it was our turn to put up or shut up, so we each stationed ourselves behind a different girl, and then someone yelled go. So we did, with each of us moving in and skewering our target. We all seemed to have different methods, from a slow deep thrust to a race to get in first. All this taking place to a chorus of squeals, giggles and gasps as cocks dived for home base. Then someone gave a slow ten count and yelled times up, and out we came, to another chorus, this one manly giggles. Now the men all moved one side clockwise and lined up their new targets. More pronging, squeals, giggles and gasps, with one scream from someone who apparently received a shock. Again the ten count and out. Repeated again, and then moving on for the last time. The squeals and gasps had just about vanished now, being replaced by a steady supply of giggling and laughing. The girls seemed to find the constantly changing thrusts and withdrawals hilarious. So we were on our last test and the ten count was proceeding, but at the end of it, instead of yelling times up, our timekeeper announced, "OK, test complete. I suggest that you now all finish off before you come down with a case of blue balls." As you can guess, things changed somewhat at that point. We already had our cocks where we wanted them, and all we had to do was not withdraw but start pumping, which we all did, quite enthusiastically. (I did say we'd been drinking.) Now the women were squawking and squealing in earnest as they find their pussies being well and truly pounded. There were different reactions from each of them of course. The woman who had first agreed just naturally went along with a friendly fuck. The one who had agreed just after her gave a squawk, then a laugh, and then enthusiastic co-operation. The two holdouts naturally held out this time, too, not that it helped when they had cocks jammed up their pussies and liberties being taken. They tried to tell their partners they weren't supposed to be doing this, but the only answers they got were some rapid thrusts, encouraging them to respond. After a while, they did, which was not surprising seeing all the lust that was in the air. When things had settled down again, it was pointed out that it was just supposed to be a test. We weren't supposed to actually fuck them after it. The men were quite surprised by this attitude. It was a case of, surely they didn't really think we wouldn't be finishing off at the end? After testing four pussies, how could we be anything but desperately horny? I suggested that since the ice between us all had been broken, it would be silly to waste time trying to pair up with specific partners for the week we'd be together. It makes far more sense if, anytime some is horny, they just hit on the nearest member of the opposite sex and get their itch scratched. Same rules for everyone, men and women. I'm pretty sure it was the booze talking, but the suggestion was carried by acclaim. It looked like it was going to be an interesting holiday. Ski Trip "I want all the details. Tell me everything!" Kelly demanded of me. The vice like grip she had on my unit through my ski pants was incentive enough but I knew she would get off on hearing all the dirty details. It was a long lift to the top of the mountain so I figured I might as well tell her everything. Before I get into the meat of those details, let me tell you about my relationship with Kelly. We have been living together for almost two years. We are both in our mid twenties. I have my own consulting firm that I started and it is beginning to do well. I met Kelly when planning a vacation. She is a travel agent and works at a small agency. I have to admit that my sex life has really taken off since we met. Before Kelly, I had done very little and was by no means a stud. Kelly on the other hand was experienced, wild, adventurous and outgoing. She taught me many things and I have always been an apt pupil. My first clue was that her porno collection was bigger than mine and hers included some homemade videos. Some were of her and other girls while in college. I loved watching her eat pussy. One tape was Kelly giving blowjobs to a line up of guys with dicks of all sizes and colours. That was hotter than hell! She loved giving me head, which was great because no girlfriends had ever done that for me before. She could easily deep-throat my entire cock, which at six inches was still a task. She could even lick my balls with the whole shaft buried in her throat. One thing she always liked to do is finger my asshole while she sucks me. Sometimes she really gets into it, finger fucking me savagely with two or even three fingers. Sometimes she will even use a small vibrator in me during a BJ. I never complain as I always get off anyway. It wouldn't do me any good if I did complain because it was her way or no way. That was made very clear to me. Kelly was definitely in charge. Often when I came in her mouth she would return it to me by kissing me after and demand that I swallow it. Commonly, when Kelly got home from work she would push me down on the couch or floor, hike up her skirt, pull off her panties and plant her well groomed snatch right on my face. I had never eaten pussy before Kelly, but she has taught me to be an expert. She is beautiful too, 5'3", a perfect smile, long chestnut hair, green eyes, and a killer figure. I have often wondered what she sees in me, a 5' 10" slim blond haired, hazel eyes engineer who is a relatively meek and unassuming guy. Maybe she likes the shy and easy type who she can control completely. She has been happy and never once complained in the time we have been together. It was this travel agency that Kelly works at that was hosting this ski trip. The owner, Ken Phillips and his wife Carol owned a chalet in the mountains and because of the successful year the company had, was treating all the employees and their significant others to a ski weekend at the chalet, all expenses paid. Kelly was youngest of the four female agents. The others Diane, Charlene, and Debbie were all in their late thirties or early forties. Their husbands, Randy, David and Wes respective were of similar ages. I had met the women from the office before and they were nothing to write home about. This ski trip was my first opportunity to meet their husbands and although they were all a bit older, they were all in good shape. The real prize this weekend was however, Sydney and Kyle. Sydney was the new receptionist at the agency, nineteen, cute and sexy, kind of like Salina Gomez. She brought her fiancée Kyle, a curly haired blond, blue eyed, twenty year old Nordic prince. They were like "Ken and Barbie". As well as being the youngest ones there, they were also the most public with their displays of affection. From the moment they arrived the two of them were playing kissy face. A problem arose early upon arrival. Kelly and I had been planning a good hardcore weekend of sex. We talked about it all the way there, teasing ourselves. We couldn't wait to be alone in bed and shagging each other silly. Things would not be going to our planning however, as Ken was to explain. There were only two bedrooms at the chalet. Each room consisted of two sets of bunk beds and one double bed. This was normally fine for two couples or families but since there was six couples Ken and Carol decided that the women would take one room and the men take the other. Beds would be first come, first serve. Kelly and I were definitely disappointed at the time and went off to hit the hills for a day of skiing. Events later that night would alter our opinion the next day. "Tell me everything," Kelly insisted. I had to tell her. Her grip on my cock while riding up the ski lift was intense. I proceeded to inform her of all the details of the previous night. "You know we stayed up pretty late in front of the fire." Indeed all the older people had knocked off earlier from exhaustion and fresh air. Only Kelly and I as well as Sydney and Kyle had lasted past midnight. We had a few bottles of wine and smoked a couple of joints. The two lovebirds headed to bed just before us. I stayed up to douse the fire. We were probably all equally frustrated about not getting any privacy to have sex. "After brushing my teeth, I went alone into the dark, quiet, men's bedroom. I realized that the bunk beds had been taken and that left the double bed, which was occupied by young Kyle. I stripped down to my underwear. Normally I sleep nude but under the circumstances I decided to leave my boxer briefs on. The bed was small and Kyle was already sprawled out in the middle. I didn't want to wake him so I lifted the sheet and crawled in at the edge. I couldn't help but notice that Kyle was completely naked." "What did he look like?" Kelly inquired. "Nice body, firm, muscular, you know...." I felt Kelly's hand squeezed me tighter. "Alright! He was about seven inches long, uncut, thick and hanging to the left." Kelly smiled and eased her grip, starting a stroking motion. I continued, " No sooner had I lay down I felt Kyle roll over closer to me. I was already on the edge of the bed. I considered waking him and asking him to give me more room but then felt his warm naked chest pressing against my back. I was in a panic and didn't know what to do. I just kept quiet hoping that he would turn over. I froze like this for a while and then next thing I know I feel his head nuzzling against my neck and he was breathing heavy. I checked to make sure he was really asleep. He was. Next, Kyle's hand flopped over me and was wrapped around my waist. He must have thought that he was sleeping with Sydney. I was sure of it because he was mumbling words like "Baby" and "Muffin". I was frozen and now afraid to wake him. It was hot in the room and the sheet was itself uncomfortable. Kyle started getting restless and kicking the sheet off. I had nowhere to move and Kyle somehow kept finding a way to nuzzle up closer to my back. Then I felt it. It was red hot. Kyle was mistaken me for Sydney in his slumber and he now had a hard on which was growing more each second. It was touching the back of my thigh. It was rubbing against my leg. It felt huge!" Kelly began rubbing herself through her ski pants with her other hand as we rode the ski lift while still maintaining the rhythm on me with her other. "Yes! This is so fucking hot! God, don't stop, more!" Kelly insisted. "Well," I continued, taking a big gulp first, " Kyle began nocturnally moving his hips and I could feel his burning erection sliding along my thigh. I was in shock and thought again about waking him but panicked wondering what his reaction would be when he woke. I also didn't want to wake the others for fear of what they would think. I moved slightly and I felt Kyle's cock slip between my thighs and he let out a low moan. He then began moving his hips back and forth, almost sleep fucking me. I tried separating my legs hoping that he would slip back out from between my thighs but instead it slipped up higher to almost my balls. His arm gripped tighter around me and he began moving faster. I thought that he had to be awake, but I checked again and he was half snoring. I decided not to move any more and just see what happens. His hips kept moving faster and faster and his grip tightened until splat! He came all over my legs. His semen sprayed between my thighs and was running down my leg. Kyle barely let out a grunt. About five minutes later he went soft and rolled away from me giving me more space to sleep. That's it." Kelly's eyes were riveted to mine, her mouth open and almost drooling. She was going to orgasm just from my story. " The cum, what did you do about the cum? Did it soak the sheets?" she asked. She anticipated my answer, rubbing me harder. I took a deep breath and told her, " I was afraid of the sheets getting stained and it getting blamed on me so I scooped it off of my legs with my fingers and licked them clean. I figured it couldn't taste much different than my own." Kelly was over the top, frustrated with lust. I had no idea that my story would drive her this crazy. She almost climbed on top of me in the ski lift kissing me hard and sucking on my tongue. She was wild with lust and I thought she might just rape me right there on the lift. "Oh honey, that is so sexy!" she said. "Do you know how horny that makes me?" I know guys get off about two women together but I had no idea that any women got this excited about two guys together even if it was just sleep rubbing. Kelly was all over me. Just when I thought her manipulations were about to make me cum in my ski pants she let off. She had a knack for knowing when I am about to come. Her inquisition continued, "Now tell me the truth honey. Don't lie to me; I'll know if you do. Tell me, during all this, did you get a hard on?" I paused. Kelly's glare dug into me. I couldn't lie. "Yes," I answered. I hung my head in shame. It was true. I was hard as a rock myself as Kyle's member touched me. Kelly was very happy with that answer. She again kissed me hard. "Wow!" was the only word she could muster. She panted heavily and snuggled close to me. I could tell her wheels were spinning, probably taking it all in. It was my silence and awkwardness all morning that had her suspecting something was up. She waited until we were alone on the ski lift to confront me about it. Now she had made me confess every detail of the ordeal including the fact that it had turned me on. We reached the top of the hill and jumped off the lift. We managed to regain some composure before descending so as not to kill ourselves. Before we headed down Kelly asked me one more thing, "Do you think he will do it again?" She was clearly obsessed with this whole thing now and she intended to witness a re-enactment of it. I tried to talk her out of it. There were so many variables. There was no telling if Kyle would pick the same bed, sleep naked again, or if the others would stay up later or a million other things but it didn't matter to Kelly. Her mind was made up. For the rest of the day we kept a close eye on Sydney and Kyle. They were so self -absorbed they ignored everything else around them. They spent the entire day fondling each other and sneaking kisses. We barely spoke a word to each other than the occasional "hello" or ski talk and "pass the potatoes" during supper. It seemed very likely that Kyle had no idea what had happened the previous night. As things got late, all events fell into place much to Kelly's delight. The older folks went to bed reasonably early. Kyle and Sydney stayed up later, snuggling together on the bearskin rug. Kelly and I watched them intently getting more and more excited as the evening wore on. Much like the night before we drank some wine and smoked some weed together. Sure enough after a long, drawn out kiss they went to their separate rooms. Kelly smiled at me whispering, "Excellent! She sent him to bed good and horny." We waited a few minutes then peeped in the men's bedroom to see where Kyle had lay down. Sure enough he was alone in the double bed again with the sheet half draped across his body. It was Kelly's intention to wait until he fell asleep then sneak in with me and kneel down beside the bed where she couldn't be seen and wait for Kyle's nocturnal actions to start and watch the whole thing. I have to admit that I was getting pretty worked up about it too. Kelly told me she was going to get ready and to wait for her. I brushed my teeth and waited about fifteen minutes for my girlfriend. She was dressed in just a tiny black see thru nightie with a short black robe. Her hair and makeup were flawless and she had put on some fresh perfume. The anticipation had me very excited. This was evident as Kelly instructed me to undress. Just as I had the night before, I removed all my clothes except my underwear. We silently entered the room that was filled with snoring. The bed cover was already down to Kyle's hips. I lifted them enough for Kelly to see his naked tool. She was very pleased. I started to slip into bed but my girlfriend stopped me. She grabbed hold of my waistband and in one smooth motion yanked my underwear down to my ankles. My erection bobbed up and almost hit her chin. There was no hiding the fact that I was turned on by all this now. One more thing she did was take a small spray bottle from her robe pocket and give me a squirt on my neck and on my ass. It was perfume but not Kelly's. It smelled a little familiar and I guessed that it was Sydney's. Kelly must have stole it for this occasion. She must have wanted to help speed things up or at least guarantee that they happen. I was a little uncomfortable about lying down with my naked ass against this guy's groin but it was too late to back out now. Just as the night before, Kyle rolled a bit closer to me and his arm fell across my body. He inched closer and closer until his hot breath was burning against my neck. I began to feel his cock stir again as it brushed against my thigh. Kelly was very eager to see the action and crawled up closer. I could feel her hot breath close to my crotch and her long hair brushed my leg, turning me on even more. She slowly inched the sheet down to reveal the action. Kyle's smooth cock had become stiff and was pressed upward against my ass cheek. Kelly reached to it and very gently touched it. I was trying to make faces at her to stop but she was paying no attention to me. Her hand was around it and pulling it to full hardness. She then placed the throbbing member down between my bum cheeks so that was right in the crack. I tried to protest quietly but I didn't want to wake Kyle. He was still fast asleep but his hips began moving again on their own making his big cock slide up and down my butt crack. It was beginning to feel hot too. I looked back at Kelly who pulled another bottle from her other robe pocket. I recognized the lubricant that we often used for anal sex. She spread some on her fingers and carefully placed them between my cheeks. She rubbed up and down my crack and was getting some on Kyle's cock too. I was afraid the cold feeling would wake him but he made no changes to his slow hip motion. I was hoping that he would cum soon and blow his load on my back so this would be over but Kelly had more planned. She pressed her greasy fingers against my asshole and they popped right in. My flinching reaction almost woke the sleepy prince but it didn't. Kelly was smiling at me, almost laughing at my silent protests. Her fingers soon left my bottom to my relief only to be replaced a second later by something else to my horror. Kelly had taken hold of Kyle's cock again and was pressing the head against my sphincter muscle. I tried to roll away but Kelly blocked me, and Kyle's grip on my arm pulled me back. He let out a low moan as the tip of his dick opened my asshole. The grease helped him slip the full length of his erection deep into my colon. I could not believe he was still asleep. His cock painfully stretched me open. I never had anything that big inside me before. It was an amazingly full feeling, weird yet somewhat wonderful. Kelly began helping me out by sucking on my fully erect member. That helped me take my mind off the pain and before long I had barely noticed that Kyle had a fairly steady fucking motion going. I shocked myself thinking, "Oh my god! I am actually getting fucked in my ass by a man." I just closed my eyes and started to enjoy the feelings. Kyle rustled a little behind me and Kelly let my cock fall from her mouth. Kyle rolled me over onto my front and placed himself on my back. I looked back and saw his eyes half open with a glazed expression. He was partially awake but didn't seem to care that he was fucking a man in the ass. He grunted and moaned some more as he started waking up. I could hear Kelly, quietly whispering to him, "That's it...fuck him dude. Fuck his ass! You are so fucking hot." My head was buried in my pillow now as Kyle became more aggressive. He was taking long, full stokes in and out of me. He would pull back so that the head of his cock stretched my ring then he would plunge back in until his big balls slapped hard against mine. He was definitely awake now as his anal assault intensified. Kyle's pounding on my asshole was relentless and my mind wondered off into space while I enjoyed the sensations coming from the base of my spine. Kyle grunted unintelligible words as well as a constant, "Fuck! Fuck! Ya!" Kyle's battering became intense and louder until finally he drove his massive meat, balls deep inside me and held it there while huge jets of hot cum flooded my bowels. He came for several moments, filling me up. He held me tight while he enjoyed the bliss of orgasm. After a few minutes he went softer and pulled out of my ass. I pressed myself up, trying not to let any cum run out of me onto the sheets. When I looked up I was shocked. Staring me in the face was another erect cock. It was Ken, our host. We must have awaked the others with our noise. He pressed it against my lips. At first I hesitated but he grabbed my hair and forced it into my mouth. For a fifty something guy, Ken had a nice hard cock that filled my whole mouth. I figured I might as well just go with it and started sucking him. I surveyed around me and was shocked even more at the other events unfolding. Kelly was laying on her back with Randy on top of her and her legs high in the air. He just started fucking her. Kyle was busy making out with her sharing an intense kiss. David and Wes were standing next to Ken with their cocks in their hands taking in all of the action. David moved over to Kelly who took a break from kissing Kyle to have a taste of David's meat. Wes came over to me and Ken took a break so that Wes could sample my mouth. Ken jumped up on the bed and immediately commenced sliding his fat cock into my wet, gaping asshole. It went in easily with almost no pain. He wasted no time plunging in and fucking me. Wes also had a sense of urgency as he took hold of my head and started tonsil fucking me. Wes's big hairy sac bounced off my chin with a blistering pace. Meanwhile, Kelly had rolled over on top of Randy, straddling his cock. She had removed the last of her skimpy outfit. David then removed his dick from Kelly's mouth and went behind her. She guided his staff to her backdoor and he pushed it in. He and Randy were now sharing space inside my girlfriend as they fucked her respective holes. She handled them like a pro and obviously loved it. Kyle was half hard again and Kelly grabbed hold of his huge python and pulled it to her mouth. Knowing that his cock was fresh out of my ass while she sucked him was a huge turn on for me. Kelly handled her triple fucking like it was a walk in the park. Wes and Ken were merciless as the hammered away at my mouth and butt. I was in a zone and it was feeling real good having two cocks inside me. The fast pace that Ken and Wes had on me made them both reach orgasm quickly and I eagerly took their loads. Kelly had done a number on Randy and David too as they both had dumped their seed into Kelly. I could see it running out both of her holes after her fuckers pulled out. She then saw that I was watching and quickly came over and sat down on my face. I slurped at her pussy and asshole, drinking all the fresh cum flowing out. I darted my tongue deep into her anus and pussy to ensure they were both licked clean. She rode my face a bit longer making me suck on her clit. Soon she was having an orgasm of her own that left my face soaking wet. Ski Trip Kyle then grabbed Kelly and mounted her. We all watched as he gave her an expert fucking. At one point he turned her over and went at her doggie style. The glazed look in her eyes was evidence that she was in her own personal heaven. Kyle kept slamming into her damp crease. Kelly soon noticed my hard on. I was the only one who hadn't cum yet. She motioned me over to her. I sat in front of her and she took me into her throat without blinking an eye. She barely had to move as Kyle's pounding made her bob up and down on me. Kelly, true to form inserted two fingers into my well-stretched bum. The ease of the penetration motivated her to inset a third and then a forth finger. I was so loose that she tucked her thumb into her palm and slowly pushed her entire hand up into my rectum. I was amazed to look down and see Kelly grinning around my cock with her arm buried past the wrist inside of me. Kyle was on the verge and took one last plunge into Kelly, pumping her with his seed. On queue she deep throated me, which made me launch my own orgasm into her stomach. Kyle rolled off of Kelly completely exhausted. Kelly removed her fist from my ass and kissed me. Predictably she had saved some of my cum in her mouth to return to me. Although Kyle was finally spent, the other four guys were ready to go again. Kelly would take on Ken and Wes this time and David and Randy made me their pincushion. We fucked well into the night until no one could fuck any more. The next day, no one said a word about the evening and none of the women suspected anything. As far as I know, no one ever told their wife. Kelly must have done some talking to Sydney however. She has invited the young couple over to our place for dinner next weekend. I can't wait to find out what else she has planned. Copyright 2002 Mary-Margret Callahan Ski Trip Ch. 01 Let me begin with the physical descriptions. We are a late 40's early 50's couple. I am a bookish looking cubicle dweller, on the small side in every way. My wife is one of those women who became more beautiful as she aged. Her bob hair style frames her sharp, tanned features. Her 38D tits, shapely ass and long legs still attract the stares of even much younger men. Two months ago I'd made the mistake of telling my wife I'd had fantasies of seeing her with another man, a well hung man. She'd reacted how I'd guess (at least according to the anonymous comments to the cuckold stories here say) like most wives would, disgust and suspicion. Oh, and of course a cold shoulder, a very cold shoulder. I've tried to tell her that it was only a fantasy, but it seemed to fall on deaf ears. Now two months later it seemed our marriage was on the rocks. To get away from it for a while she and her friend Nikki went on a ski trip. I planned on using the time to begin making plans to leave. After two months of less than roommate status it was past time. So two days in I've set up my appointment with the divorce lawyer the day before she gets back. I've gotten a couple of emails, a text and a phone call, no good cell service on the mountain. So I assume she's having fun. So about eleven o'clock last night I'm just dozing off and my phone rings. I don't recognize the number, but with her being out of state I figure I better answer. It was her and she sounded bright and happy, but a little strange. Hey, she wasn't angry at me, I'd take it. We made a little small talk about how the last two days had gone, when she suddenly blurted, "I have to tell you something." (For the wonderful anonymous literary critics out there, of course you know where this is going, you're reading a "Loving Wives" story on an adult web site, DUH!, maybe you also noted the sun came up this morning). "Last night we went to the hotel bar for a drink. We actually had a couple guys buy us a drink and even flirted a bit, all innocent. We probably would probably led them on all night except one of the guys asked if we would like to go to their room and smoke a little weed." (Let me insert here, my wife loves the stuff, Nikki is anti-drug, and one of the conditions of the trip was that no herb made the trip). "Nikki said, 'Sorry, I don't use that stuff, bye.' And made it clear they were no longer welcome. We both kind of giggled as they walked off, then decided to leave." "As we made our way out I got spun around from behind and found Brad, oh yeah he was the one hitting on me. He quickly handed me a business card with a room number on it and said, 'I didn't hear you say no, if you're interested." Now I was worried, had she gone and smoked and now Nikki was pissed at her, she'd been stupid and I was going to have to listen to girl argument until the wee hours, but she continued; "I caught up to Nikki and told her that he just didn't want to take no. We giggled about men and went back to our room. Well as soon as she fell asleep I started thinking about how I'd love to get a little buzz, and just down the hall it was waiting. I know it was wrong, but I slipped out and headed for his room. I stood in front of the door and was just about to say no, when the smell hit me, so I knocked. Brad's buddy Jason opened the door and told me to come in and quickly closed the door. Brad jumped up to greet me and asked if I wanted a beer, it wasn't what I'd come for, but it was a start and he knew it. He handed me a beer and started to pack the bowl on the table. I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed it. A moment later I was taking a long toke of the best stuff I've had in years. The three of us just passed it around the table and refilling it for what seemed forever. Without realizing it I found myself on the couch with Brad. Jason said good night and went through the connecting door to his room. As soon as the door closed Brad kissed me, I was feeling good and initially kissed him back, but then pushed him back and told him I'm married. He looked so disappointed and said, 'Just using me for my stuff, huh?' I felt guilty for using him for his weed, so I asked what I could do to make it up to him. He pulled his pants down and out popped his dick. I should have run from the room, but I was feeling so good from his stuff and so guilty that I reached out and started stroking it. I asked him if this would make it up to him. He said a blowjob would be better, but I told him I don't do that, so I took off my top and asked him if a titty fuck would do? His cock felt so good between my tits, I even licked the tip between strokes. Oh, I didn't tell you, it is really big. He says 9 inches. All I know is I was getting hotter by the second. When he pulled me to my feet and started kissing me this time, I was all over him. We took the rest of our clothes off and I laid down on the bed. I gave him your favorite show, I started playing with myself, he tried to just watch and stroke himself but he didn't last ten seconds before he got between my legs and entered me. Oh my god is he big, it felt so good. We fucked for I don't know how long in every position until he filled me with his cream. He wanted me to stay the night, and his nibbling my pussy made it hard to get up, but I had to be back before Nikki woke up." "I made it back and Nikki doesn't seem to know, but I had to tell you. After what you've told me I thought you would want to know." To say I sat there stunned would be an understatement. To say I wasn't turned on would be a lie. My brain was scrambled, but my cock was leaking. "So honey are you OK?" Honey? OK? I just didn't know. Ski Trip Cuckold This story involves consensual sexual activity between my wife and another man. If the genre is offensive to you, please look elsewhere for your reading pleasure; if not, please enjoy. * They had enjoyed each other twice before the ski trip: once in October at our hotel in San Diego when we had traveled south for a continuing legal education seminar I was required to attend and a second time, almost two months later, at a motel near our home in Northern California when he had traveled to a closing that took place near us on behalf of his business. Each said they had delighted in the other's company on those occasions. This may surprise some of you but I found Brent for her on an internet "cuckolding" site. He seemed like a decent enough guy and I hoped he'd be a more than adequate sexual partner for her to enjoy. He was respectful toward my wife and me, yet understanding of my quandary that, because of a medical mistake, her sexual needs were simply more than I could cope with at the present time. He was obviously happy to help us with the problem as nearly every man was, once he became aware of our situation. Let me explain because I don't want you to get the wrong impression about my marriage with Annie. I know the term "cuckold" has been given an extremely negative connotation in these days of internet solicitation; our situation wasn't as those are usually represented. My being cuckolded wasn't something my wife or her lover forced upon me; it certainly wasn't in response to an ultimatum from Annie; in a way, it wasn't even her specified desire but we had to recognize that the problem wasn't going away, at least in the short run. It wasn't a situation in which I was degraded or humiliated nor was I uncomfortable with the situation in the least, once I had settled upon what I perceived to be a win-win solution to a medically induced predicament. It was just a way to deal with a real-life problem that had arisen between us and that we needed to resolve. I still enjoyed sex with my wife, not less than twice a week, but her libido had been supercharged by a physician's mistaken, extended over-dosage of hormones and I simply could not keep up with her increased fleshly needs, yet I wanted her happy and we both expressed our desire to continue in our marriage. I loved my Annie very much. As soon as we realized the foundation of the problem, with the help of a second medical opinion, we scaled back the estrogen and testosterone intake but Annie's new-found carnal energies had persisted until I felt I was in danger of losing both my wife and my marriage. The Doctor's mistake was even more difficult to deal with than Annie's needs. It had put me in a strange, if not untenable situation. Though I had practiced law for nearly twenty years, if there was a lawsuit that could rectify the effects of the misdiagnosis and treatment, I wasn't sure how I could pursue it. Most of my male readers will understand when I say that I could simply not see myself in the courtroom, making this plea to the ladies and gentlemen of the jury: "Honest, folks, she just wants sex, sex, sex all the time and I'm simply not man enough to take care of all of her needs. Doctor X, by her obvious error, has placed me in this awful situation and my wife and I should be compensated for that error." I could anticipate the howls of laughter without having to present the case; I didn't think the argument would fly if presented to a jury nor did I want to expose myself to the obvious ridicule of my fellow lawyers, who would never let me forget that to which I had just testified under oath. No, I didn't think that was a viable approach to my problem as I actually have to practice in our moderately sized town every day. Knowing that my peers always liked to watch my jury presentations for their own benefit and edification, I was certain that I would never hear the end, so I set out in a different direction: As a result, I found myself, instead, trying to find enough sexual partners to satisfy my Annie's bountiful sexual needs without compromising our cherished marriage. While she's not at all judgmental about the desires of others, Annie doesn't appreciate sex with other women so that left me on the hunt for men, sexually active men, who weren't getting enough at home but who also could be trusted with my precious Annie. I know there are those of you who will read this short remembrance and blanch at the very idea of a husband finding, or even trying to find, lovers to satisfy his wife's needs, but I assure you this seemed the very best approach to me as I tried to cope with a wonderful, yet difficult, problem. I had read a treatise or two advocating cheating as a savior for sexless, failing marriages but that just wasn't our situation. I didn't want Annie to have to cheat, I didn't want the stress on our relationship that I felt would inevitably follow a cheating scenario, and I wanted to continue my more-than-adequate sexual relationship with this beautiful woman, the mother of my children, whom I loved with all of my heart. I found myself looking on the internet for selected lovers for my wife, lovers who could understand our plight and assist us in keeping our marriage viable and healthy. There would be no need to cheat if I could succeed. In the meantime, while I continued to search, Annie and I had booked a week-long ski trip at a wonderful resort in South Lake Tahoe, Nevada. Both she and I really enjoyed Heavenly Valley where we could literally ski from California to Nevada and back on Ridge Run or take our lives into our hands at the end of a skiing day as we traversed Gun Barrel. There was enough variety at Heavenly to make any skier appreciate the Sierras and all that Tahoe had to offer. Staying at Harrah's Resort made the visit even better as the gambling was exciting and we had a great view of Heavenly, even when we wanted or needed to rest from the rigors of skiing. It was Monday, the second day of our scheduled trip and we had been out on the ski slopes all day; tonight we speculated that it would be exceedingly cold. We were looking forward to a relaxing evening in our room at Harrah's, sipping wine in front of the fireplace while kneading and/or soaking the aches and pains from stressed joints and bruised muscles that we had accumulated during a long day on the slopes. We are decent, but admittedly only adequately talented, skiers who can find time to ski only two or three times a year so we expect a few falls and some painful stretches while we try to emulate the real skiers we always see at Tahoe. Early in the day we saw him as we waited for a lift to Pinnacles run; he made his presence known to us by removing his goggles and waving at us as if we should have been looking for him from the outset. Brent was also skiing Heavenly and he wanted us, well, Annie at least, to know he was here. Was it only coincidence when we ran into Brent, several times in line at the lifts, at lunch and, of course, skiing down the mountain? I doubted it but Annie said Brent and she had not made these plans without consulting me; she had, however, mentioned to him that we were coming this week to ski Heavenly. He was with several other people including an attractive woman, who appeared to be about his age, perhaps his wife. Annie said she didn't know them either. Whether by chance or not, it was obvious he and Annie connected each time they saw each other on the slopes and I, at least, could see that they "eye fucked" each other every time he was near. When I was aware that Annie was going to have an encounter with a lover, especially because I had found all of them to date, I could prepare myself mentally for the discomfort of sharing my paramour; I had not made those preparations for this trip and I wasn't sure I was ready to have my plans interrupted. I had to know if Annie and he had planned this as a clandestine tryst without my input or if he had simply surprised her, as he had me, by intentionally coming here at the same time we did. I knew I didn't believe in coincidences; that was for sure. Back at Harrah's in our room, I inquired of Annie, "How did Brent know we were here? Was this a planned get-together or did he surprise you as much as he did me?" Annie assured me that she and Brent had not planned this together and that she was as suspicious as I was that he had simply decided to make the connection while we were on vacation. If he had brought his family with him, it seemed obvious that that would give him a great cover to see Annie a time or two without having to make excuses to his wife about his absence. Spousal excuses explaining protracted absence was something that had been hard to do for Brent because of his living in Soco while we lived in the north. He had only been able to see my wife when we traveled near San Diego or he traveled near our home on a business trip, as I explained earlier. I knew both would have enjoyed more interaction but I also hoped Annie had not deceived me by not disclosing their plans. We had last seen Brent when the ski lifts closed. He was having drinks at the après-ski get together at the bottom of Gun Barrel. An attractive woman who I assumed was his wife was sitting at the table with him. She, of course, had no idea that Annie and her husband had any shared history, yet the three of us, Annie, Brent and I, were very aware of the time he and my wife had spent together. Seeing him with his wife made me feel a bit apprehensive about our nascent activities; it was never our intention to come between anyone and his wife. We just needed to treat Annie's condition and Brent had been available and willing to help. I felt better after Annie assured me Brent's appearance had not been part of a clandestine agreement between the two of them to meet without my knowing. However, I could tell by the looks between them when we happened upon Brent, both at the slopes and in the hospitality centers, that the two of them wanted desperately to be in each other's arms and that was ok with me once I understood Annie had not deceived me. We just needed to find a way to make it happen. Annie and I had found a table upon entering the little bar area and had made ourselves comfortable with a glass of wine, each and a small bowl of chili, each. There were two empty chairs at our table while Brent and his wife were standing since they had arrived after us. The bar had rapidly filled to capacity as it usually did at the end of a skiing day at Heavenly, chairs were hard to come by and would be relatively precious commodities until the evening when the slopes would again fill with night skiers. I was a bit surprised when Brent boldly approached our table and asked if he and the lady accompanying him could join us. Annie quickly accepted the opportunity to be closer to her clandestine lover and made room, insisting that we could find seats at our table for the couple. I, attempting to be quick on the uptake and knowing the game that was at hand, saw an opportunity to have a bit of an adventure, while getting to know Brent's companion, as a bonus. I winked at Brent, when I was sure his companion could not see me and both he and Annie knew that they could count on me to help them find some private time together. As we settled in, we placed our drink orders and made the introductions. I watched as Annie managed to start rubbing Brent's leg under the table...just to let him know that the opportunity existed, if he was man enough to make it happen. I suspected Brent was! As his lady went to use the restroom facilities, the plan was hatched; it was simple: Brent and Annie just needed enough time to fuck each other hard and satisfy the sexual volcano that had been building between them as the day had worn on. They needed each other, badly. When his wife returned to the table, I thought the private teasing between the two of them was outrageous and not nearly subtle enough to maintain the subterfuge that the two didn't know each other until Brent and his wife had been seated with us. Annie was so obviously seductive when she sucked on the cherry that she had taken out of her drink that I could easily imagine her sucking Brent's hard cock. I glanced at Annie, wanting to warn her that she needed to be a bit more circumspect around her lover's wife and noticed, instead, Brent's stocking covered foot rubbing upward on Annie's leg and trying to reach her pussy below the table. His wife seemed oblivious to it all and appeared not to recognize the connection between the two others at our table, an association of which I was so acutely aware. As his wife left the table, once more, this time to pick up a steaming bowl of soup, Brent passed my now squirming Annie a note to meet him in his room at ten o'clock the next morning. He and his wife were staying at Harvey's, next door to Harrah's and the note contained his room number. He later explained to Annie that he had arranged for his wife and the other couple with whom they had traveled to take a ski lesson in the morning and he could be reasonably assured that she would not interrupt their tryst, provided they limited themselves to an hour or so of intimacy. Before we left the table, a ski resort employee asked to talk to me about the skis we had checked into storage. I winked at you and left the table, not knowing how long I would be away, but thinking it would not be too awfully long. In the next few minutes, another employee asked Annie and Brent's wife to participate in a survey about their ski experiences that day. The resort was particularly interested in learning how the ladies had enjoyed the slopes at Heavenly and assured the women that it would take less than an hour or so to complete the survey and that the resort would pick up the tab for all drinks for the evening, if they would cooperate. The girls agreed and left with the employee so when I returned, only Brent was seated at the table. It gave me a good opportunity to speak candidly with Brent and I welcomed the chance. Our conversation was warm, friendly and informative. Before the girls returned, I was assured by Brent that he didn't want to interrupt Annie's and my vacation plans but that, after Annie had told him we were coming to Tahoe, his wife had said that she needed to get away for a bit and that she would love to try skiing. The combination of knowing Annie was here with me and a wife who would need to hone her skills if she was going to try to keep up with Brent was just too much for him so he booked the trip. Little did he know that his wife would also tell a neighbor couple of their plans and now I understood the relationship between their entire entourage. I had to grin when he told me that neither his wife nor the neighbors had skied previously and that he had agreed to pay for them all to take the next day's lessons just so he could have a bit of free time with my Annie. For what he had paid, he could have flown us down to San Diego, paid for our hotel, and saved money. I was impressed that he enjoyed my wife's company enough to spend that kind of money. Shortly after Annie and Brent's wife returned to our table, Annie and I left the bar and retired to our room. We silently thanked the Resort for our drinks, caught the shuttle back to the base of Heavenly and retired to our room at Harrah's. As we had planned, we broke out a gentle red and relaxed after showering and grabbing a quick bite to eat. I had fun telling Annie about Brent's and my conversation and was sure to include the part about his wife bringing along their neighbors without much, if any, input from Brent. She laughed, but I could see that she was quietly pleased, when I told her about Brent's having to pay for everyone in his party's ski lessons just so she and he could have a few moments of privacy together. She commented about "the best laid plans of mice and men", tongue in cheek, and told me she was looking forward to seeing him in the morning. We talked late into the evening and assured each other of the wisdom of our current relationship; looked out the window at the night skiers on Heavenly and retired early enough to have a long session of gentle and comfortable lovemaking of our own before slipping off to a sleep well-earned by the activities of our day and evening. I kept saying both to Annie and myself that I wish I had the ability to provide her with all of the sexual activity and attentions that she now required but that I also knew that I was simply not able to keep up, absent some miraculous and unsought medical error by my physician, whom I saw as irregularly and with as long intervals between visits as prudence would allow. My dreams were filled with visions of Annie's and my lovemaking over the years and, surprisingly, not of her and Brent as they might be in the morning. Though we slept relatively late, it seemed it was only minutes before Annie left me in the morning, walked the short distance between Harrah's and Harvey's and knocked on Brent's door, having texted him first to make sure she would not be interrupting anyone other than her lover when she arrived at his temporary home. Let me say here, that I normally accompany Annie when she is meeting another man for a lovemaking session and that I recommend that course of action to any husband who finds himself in a situation similar to mine. I do this for safety purposes and to let Annie know that she is precious to me beyond a doubt. To my knowledge she had never before met with a lover without my being in the same abode or even in the same room, depending on her preference. I must admit that I had developed into a bit of a voyeur since we had embarked upon this path of treatment, enjoying watching her beauty in action and internalizing the pleasure of the man with whom she was playing on each occasion, but my primary purpose was to insure that she was safe in these endeavors. Because of their prior history and because of the discussion I had had with Brent the prior evening, I did not accompany Annie this once. It was an entirely different experience, not being there and knowing she was safe, and one that I would never do again, despite knowing the man involved and his predilections. I was uncomfortable for the duration of her absence. The rest of the story is Annie's and I'll let her tell it to you as she related it to me after she returned safe and sound to our Hotel room from visiting her paramour. "When I arrived at Brent's room after my short walk between the two hotels, the fireplace was already lit and a pleasant fire was burning. It was the perfect chance to have some naughty fun in front of that fireplace and Brent and I quickly found our way to the massive sofa in their hotel room. We kissed passionately and quickly started to remove our clothes without a lot of foreplay." "As I unbuttoned Brent's shirt with one hand, my other hand started stroking his cock through his pants. He is not overly large in the penis department but is always nice and hard for me and I appreciate his enthusiasm and creativity as a lover, as he says he does mine." "He started kissing me and eagerly, if not with great panache, tugging at the buttons of my blouse with both hands. He finally managed to pull my blouse off my shoulders and started kissing the tops of my breasts as they poured out of my, if I do say so myself, very sexy, semi-see through, Victoria's Secret demi-bra. He always seems to appreciate my 36C breasts and pays a lot of attention to my fairly small but very responsive nipples that appeared so pink on that occasion that they were nearly red in hue, due to my excitement." "He pulled the cups of the bra off my breasts one at a time, ever so slowly kissing each newly exposed nipple and making each harder than it was, showing the full extent of my distended buds. He gently sucked each of my tits, remembering that I had told him when we had previously met that they are very sensitive and responsive; that I prefer them not to be harshly treated or abused. I was getting hotter and more excited as he continued his ministrations. I began to feel the excitement deep in my nether regions as I felt him first unbutton, then unzip my pants and run his hands into my panties, searching for my distended nub and becoming aware of the already abundant wetness." Ski Trip Cuckold "While he explored my lady parts, I made my way into his boxers so that I could touch and stroke his hard, throbbing cock. I gently cupped his distended ball sac, noting that his scrotum felt very full and heavy and that his balls were pulled up tight to his shaft. I hoped they were that way because they were full of his cum for me. It was evident that he had missed my attentions and was already for whatever I had in mind." "He pulled my skinny jeans down below my knees so he could kiss along my panty line. I liked this game so much that my pussy began to tingle and my dampness grew with each kiss. While I didn't feel as if I needed any more foreplay, he continued to explore my body with his hands and lips." "Brent assured me that my body is very beautiful; that I am so sexy and worthy of his sensual stimulation all over my body. Saying he couldn't wait any longer to be inside me, Brent pulled my panties off and tossed them aside while he continued to run his tongue over my tits, stimulating them to the maximum with his mouth. While he sucked, flicked and licked one nipple, the other was between two of his fingers, being gently twisted and excited perfectly so that neither of them felt neglected. I was in heaven but I was also aware that our time was somewhat limited as a result of our circumstance." "I tuned on the couch so that I could pull off my boxers; I really wanted to put his cock in my mouth. When I was finally able to touch his cock with my tongue, he found my tender clit and paid as much attention to its engorging nub as he had with my nipples. It was so good to feel his fingers as they stimulated my most tender part and I started to really feel my pussy getting to the soaking stage." "As he worked his lips and tongue down my stomach and toward my pussy, I could feel the initial rumblings of a building earthquake and his beard made my outer lips and the surrounding mounds tickle with sensations I've not experienced in years. As an aside, I may want you to grow a beard in the future. I think his facial hair contributed very positively to the stimuli I was now enjoying so much." "Lying in a side-by-side sixty-nine position, we continued to relish the pleasures of some of the most exciting oral sex either of us had ever experienced. The feelings we were having can only be described as 'out of this world' delightful." "His cock was nice and firm as I stroked the underside of it with my fingers while my lips closed around his glans and my tongue traced loops outlining the small opening in the tip of his cock. It seemed as if he was trying to match my pace as his tongue was drawing circles around my clit at the same time." "After about ten minutes of what I recall as a little bit of heaven on earth, Brent decided to change positions so he could stimulate my distended bud a little more effectively and to try to find my 'g-spot' with one of his fingers. All the while, his other hand was gently stroking my bottom and the area around what he has nicknamed my 'velvet vise'". He said, "I want you to experience some anal sensations without penetration." Annie continued, "I had previously made it clear to him that I am not a fan of anal sex and that I have never enjoyed being penetrated in that spot although I had tried it once or twice. I know other women who enjoy anal as much as vaginal sex but I am not one of them and he made me a bit nervous by that comment. I'm not trying to disrespect others or be judgmental of their preferences, it just isn't mine. I trusted....." "After he began those intimate touches, I squealed with surprised delight, moaned and whimpered that I wanted him to stop, but of course, he didn't want to stop and asked me to trust him a bit more. I relented but told him to be very careful. After a bit, he relented in his quest, realizing my mind set just wasn't going to go where he wanted it to go." "If he was disappointed in not being able to convince me to engage in anal sex, he didn't show it and renewed displaying his cunnilingual skills until I screamed as he twirled his tongue around my clit until I rewarded his mouth and face with the nice cum bath he so genuinely deserved." "As soon as my eruption began to subside, Brent said, 'I need to get you building your next cum storm. I want to take advantage of the nice wet pussy you have ready for me. Please lean over the sofa and bend over. Your ass is so beautiful and firm and I love the view of your mound from behind.' "Now that seemed like a much more agreeable suggestion and I was happy to comply with it." "Brent suck down onto his knees, kneeling behind me as I leaned over the arm of the couch, and started to eat my pussy from behind, sucking and licking the juices right out of me in the most delightful way. Even if I didn't want anal penetration, I believe most women enjoy having a tongue circling their tender anal bud and I am no exception. He teased my anus relentlessly, making me shiver and shake as I enjoyed his good licking." "As he licked, his fingers continued to stroke in and out of my vagina and he frequently changed between tonguing my bottom and fingering my pussy." "As he continued to labor on my behalf, he would say things like, 'You're so hot and you're so beautiful to look at. I just can't get enough of you.' It was very nice to hear him be overcome with excitement as he licked and played in my nether regions." "I was beginning to build again to a tidal wave of an orgasm, complete with tsunami. This time the quivers became the shakes and more as his efforts drove me toward that wonderful cliff." "As much as I loved his attentions, I wanted to go down on him once more before we ran out of time. I consider myself a premium and gifted cocksucker, it being perhaps my favorite sport. Any woman will tell you that there is no better way to find sexual control than that which is found when sucking a cock. I can build you up and I can let you down; even better, I can control the amount of pleasure you derive from my tongue, mouth and throat to the extent that I can make or deny your orgasm. I wanted him in my mouth so I told him it was time for me to enjoy taking him for a bit." "He appeared to love every second that I was down on his cock and finally gasped, ' I haven't felt the way you are making me feel in a very long time.'" "I told him I wanted to taste his cum but he would have no part of it, saying 'I'd rather make sure I own you after this round by cumming in the velvet vise. I want you to mount me so you're on top.'" "We were nearing the end of our time together and we both knew it. If we were going to culminate this tryst the way it had to be ended, it was now or never." "As I climbed onto his cock, he placed both of his hands on my breasts and, holding me tightly, said, 'I'm making sure you feel every stroke.'" "We fucked for quite a while as I ground my wet, burning pussy onto his cock relentlessly. My clit was stimulated by his public bone and I used it to the ultimate. We were both soaked with the cum of our previous play and the lubrication was just perfect." "Then he wanted me over on my knees so he could, again, enter me from behind. My head was resting on a nice pillow and he took both of my hands and held them behind me as he continued to stroke in and out of my pussy with just the right rhythm, thrust and pace." "I heard him say, 'This will give me great leverage as I slam your pussy from behind.'" With every stroke, he held my hands and pulled me toward him. It was exquisite and I could feel my next release building to a crescendo in my tummy." "As he with a mighty blast, warming and wetting my cervix and filling me with his seed, I also let go completely and succumbed to the pleasures of the flesh so confidently given to me." "Though our time was short and we both knew it, I lay down exhausted and Brent bent over me, kissing me softly and tenderly. Minutes passed but our hearts are still racing. At last, we both took a few minutes to clean up and I started my short, cold walk back to our room." Who knows, perhaps before we leave the resort, we'll find another way to cut our skiing short and they can meet again. More power to them if we can, but, even if they can't, it was so nice to see Annie's smile and to feel the warmth of her gratitude for my encouraging her to enjoy the attentions Brent had so generously shared with her. I also knew she would be more than ready for me tonight. Ski Trip Got Away From Me First let me say that many men like me whom pursue then marry exceptionally beautiful women are voyeurs at heart. It doesn't mean we want to share them sexually with other men or be cuckolded but I did find you can get into more trouble than anticipated. My wife Jenny is a head turner from day one to now even after a couple of kids. Here long auburn hair, green eyes and smooth fair complexion are just the back drop like canvas for the rest of her physical attributes. If you asked me what attracted me most in a women's figure I would have to say a nice firm rear end and legs to go with it. That is not to say I don't relish beautifully firm breast which I do but a great ass gets me first. Jenny has it all and most definitely a perfect ass and legs, but as luck would have it her breast are superb. Not overly large that they might flap around during sex, but full and firm like half grapefruits, capped by wonderful nipples that enlarge when excited like two small strawberries. Kissing is a major turn on for Jenn, just the sensation around her full lips will open her up to deeper passion. She has had an orgasm from sucking and titillating those sensitive nipples. But as time went on in our marriage and the stresses of raising a family and earning a living grew the enjoyment around sex diminished and became mundane. This is when I noticed that the voyeur in me began to take precedent in how and what would turn me on. Pornography became more available and I began to enjoy it more and more which in turn the inevitable fantasy initiated by some innocent flirtation by Jenny would play out in my mind to a greater and much more involved extent than the actual flirtation. Of course the male's roles in these flirtations were never quite so innocent. I knew where they were coming from being a horny male myself and with the object of their desires being Jenny there was little guess work involved here. These fantasies began to evolve and threaten to become real on a well anticipated ski trip to Lake Tahoe. Jenny and I were both barely intermediate skiers and wanted to get back into it and increase our abilities while still young enough to take advantage of it. I am in my early thirties and Jenn her late twenties. We planned a few days to take off together without the little ones and take some professional lessons during the week to avoid the onslaught of weekend warriors heading to the slopes. We decided on the North Star resort and booked a room right there at the resort. Since it was mid week we got lucky and we were the only two signed up for the morning lesson. We signed up for an hour long lesson for 11: AM. The morning was beautiful and already warming up a bit by the time of our lesson. Our ski instructors' name was Todd and we met him at the designated lift. He seemed immediately happy to lay eyes on Jenny and his attention and focus stayed primarily with her the entire lesson with me getting the bare minimum to maintain some sense of appropriateness. Todd was a ruggedly handsome guy a few inches taller than me and obviously a great skier. There was relatively little physical contact between Todd and Jenny beyond the perfunctory hand to the shoulder to make a point every so often and of course after our initial handshake nothing towards me. I felt his attitude grow a bit arrogant as the lesson progressed but he still remained professional. The lesson ended and we broke for lunch. Todd said his goodbyes and mentioned he had hoped to see us around. It had grown warm and the snow would soon soften and get sticky so before leaving he offered to take our outer wear and stow it for us. This really was great because trudging down to find and pay for a locker was a hassle. I peeled off my jacket and Jenny took off hers and Todd's eyes pretty much bulged out of their sockets. Jenny was wearing form fitting bib overalls which accentuated her amazing ass over a snug long sleeve light blue t-shirt. The straps of the one piece overalls wrapped around and outlined her breasts pulling the material snugly around them and with the slight chill from removing her jacket her nipples were quite evident. Even I wanted to get my hands on them right then and there. Todd's demeanor took a definite shift to predator and he volunteered to meet up with us later if he was free. Sensing his obvious desire as well as my own hit me as a chill in my gut and I found myself a little breathless and jealous. Jenny was pleasant and seemingly oblivious to these emotions she elicited from her male admirers, but one never knows for sure. We headed back out to the lifts and after a few runs we were both getting a little tired and were discussing whether to call it a day when Todd showed up at the lift line. Erring on the side of caution I interjected that we were pretty tired which he then used as an opportunity to say how great we were doing and thought he could show Jenny one or two more tips that I, he said, had already mastered. That was pretty clever as I was free to rest and he and Jenny would take one more run together. They poled over to a different lift and took off together engaged in what appeared to be a lot of animated banter. They were alone on a 3-person chair next to each other in the middle which I guess makes sense. I headed into the bar for a beer and awaited there return. About 45 minute later they came into the bar and it was two runs later not one, but whose counting. Jenny was a bit flushed as I would think from the warm temperature and exertion and her breast and nipples were still prominent but somehow slightly wet. Todd said his good-byes offering Jenny a bear hug and me that perfunctory hand shake and said something about meeting up later at the bar. We got back to our room and I asked Jenny about the last couple of runs. She said Todd was great, but took her to a slope she felt was a little much for her. Consequently on the way down she hit some deep powder and took a tumble. Todd was right there apologizing and helped her up and began brushing the snow from her. Jenny was pretty much covered from head to foot in snow and with one arm around her waist bracing her he used his free hand to brush the snow from her body. Jenny was holding on to her poles and later told me she was a little embarrassed when he took his time brushing snow off of her top, breast and nipples included. She was further embarrassed as the wet chill caused her nipples to swell to complete hardness. Todd had removed his gloves for this and took every advantage to caress her legs and ass as well somehow seemingly with a professional innocence. Why was I getting an erection? It was because, the voyeur in me as I pictured this scene took over and I was excited by it. We headed up to our room to shower and change. I figured our towels would still be wet from the morning so rather than wait for dry ones to be delivered I left Jenn to go up to our room without me and detoured down to the front desk to get fresh ones. I had to pass through the bar on my way and noticed Todd and a friend seated there having a beer. Todd notice me and after a slight nod of recognition turned back to his friend and smiled with what I conjectured had something to do with me or more directly Jenny and her luscious body. I retrieved new towels and ignored Todd and his friend as I passed through the bar to shower and get ready for dinner. Surprisingly Jenn had already showered and the damp towels were enough to get her dry. She looked great dressed in a brown skirt and tan light weight button down sweater. I jumped into the shower and Jenn asked if I would like some wine from the room bar. I told her not from our room as the wine would suck and be twice as expensive as the bar or restaurant. Before I could even react she said she would grab a bottle from the bar and charge it to the room. She was out the door and I just prayed Todd and company had already left. I had finished showering, shaving and dressing and Jenny was still not back. I headed down the elevator to find her, knowing/fearing she was with arrogant Todd and his lascivious friend. The place was much more crowded now, but neither Jenny nor the two friends were at the bar. I walked around a bit and found them seated at a tall, small circular table. They were engaged in an animated conversation and both men sat closer to Jenny than would be normal at a circular table. Todd was leaning into Jenny with his hand resting on the back of her chair occasionally touching her shoulder as he related some adventurous story to her. His friend whose name I would later learn was Ron smiled and chimed in with agreement to whatever was being said. I was nervous and a bit jealous of the way they were obviously hitting on Jenny, but the voyeur in me got the better of me and I hung back out of sight for awhile and just watched. A waitress came over and replaced the finished bottle of red with another which means Jenny had to be feeling it pretty good. Two glasses was her limit and she at least had that many and was now on her third. I decided it was time to make an appearance and just as I began to walk out of the shadows Todd reached over and turned Jenny's face towards his and planted a lingering, but very soft kiss right on her lips. Jenny was startled, but did not immediately pull away. As she did I appeared at the table and she was not sure what I had seen, but I covered by stating "oh there you are I was looking all over for you." Todd was friendly, introduced me to Ron and invited me to pull up a chair, but did not offer to get me one or move from his position next to Jenny. We talked for awhile longer and after finishing that bottle of wine Ron mentioned that there was a reception for an Olympic ski champion in a Suite at the hotel and asked us along. I immediately begged off, but this girl was well known to Jenny and she really wanted to go. I relented and said fine since Jenny was into it I would go, but was pretty tired and did not want to stay out to late. Ron said no problem and would call up to get us on the guest list. A few moments later he returned and with some regret said there was only room for one more. Jenny turned to me and with obvious disappointment declined the offer of the last opening. Without hesitation Todd turned to me and said "why not rest up a bit and we will have Jenny back in an hour or so." Great, what was I going to say now? I said "that's fine Jenny I know you really would love to go" and she said to me "are you sure Robert." Of course I was not at all sure, but did not say so. Off they went and off I went to my room with my head swirling with salacious thoughts as to what was or might be happening. Sitting back alone in our room my mind and imagination went wild and finally after about 45 minutes I headed up to where I understood the event to be. On the seventh floor where the Suites were located there were a lot of people milling around in the hallway. I looked for the Suite where the event was taking place, but while several rooms' doors were wide open none seemed to be hosting the event. In fact upon asking several people they said the celebrity skier was around but there was not a formal invitation only event going on at all. Now I figured I was being set up and got a little worried for Jenn. I discretely searched the rooms many of which were connected to each other from the inside. There was loud music playing and a lot of partying taking place. Finally I spotted Ron moving through the crowd with a bottle of wine in his hand and heading through to another room across from where I was standing. That Suite was mostly empty and there Jenn stood dancing a slow dance with Todd. The music playing was not really all that slow, but they still danced as though it was. Todd held Jenny close and was whispering something in her ear, his hands were caressing her back and sides and sometime up to her hair. Ron came up to them and they all moved to yet another Suite that was dark and had few if any guests inside. I move as discretely as I could to follow them inside. They all three stood near the window looking out towards the slopes and I slid by them into what was one of the bedrooms of this suite. I watched as they each had an arm around Jenn and slowly caressed her until Todd turned her towards him and kissed her at first gently like before, but soon much more passionately. Jenn put her hands against his shoulders to push him away and for a moment I thought I heard her say no Todd you know I am married. He said something I could not completely hear, but it sounded like it is okay and began gently kissing her again. Ron's hands were on her waist and soon he turned Jenn around to receive a lingering kiss from him. Jenn was sandwiched between the two of them. With Jenn still facing Ron and Todd from behind her he turned just her face towards him and again kissed her this time more passionately than before. Ron's hands moved up her waist to the front of her thin sweater and began caressing Jenn's breast. He used the palms of his rough large hands to gently run across her stiffening nipples and then began to gently tweak and role them between his fingers. All the while Todd kept kissing Jenn now with what seemed like a rather large tongue ravishing her lips and mouth. Already the top two or three buttons of Jenn's sweater were undone and Ron slowly and sensually began to unbutton the rest. He reached around Jenny's back and unclasped her thin bra and bushed it up revealing those luscious breasts and nipples. The cool air on her exposed breast brought Jenny back to the awareness of her surroundings and began to resist just as Ron brought his mouth down to her breast and began sucking and nibbling her right nipple. She now had her hands pushing against Ron's large shoulders, but her head was leaning back against Todd's. Todd was engrossed with the vision of Jenn's beautiful breasts being so thoroughly ravished that he forwent his own previous ravishing of Jenn's mouth and lips. The two men now escorted Jenn right towards me in the semi darkness into the bedroom I was spying on them from. I quickly hid behind a large window curtain and was in the prime position to see if what looked like my fantasizing about was going to continue to unfold right in front of me whether I liked it or not. My dick was rock hard and straining against my slacks and I felt dizzy with a mixture of dread, fear and undeniable excitement. They moved into the room and at the foot of the bed with Jenny still in between them began to remove first her sweater and bra and then her skirt. They each gasped audibly when her skirt fell to the floor and they saw just how gorgeous her legs and firm ass were. Her thong was slid from her hips and Jenny voiced a last vain attempt to stop what was happening, but there was not even an acknowledgement of it by the two men this time. Todd and Ron both dropped to their knees with their hands trailing down Jenn's delicious body. Now Ron in front began to lick Jenn's shaved mound and sensitive clit while Todd licked her ass between her luscious cheeks. I could see his long thick tongue slide between her legs. Jenn was moaning softly and tried in vain to disengage herself from the intense onslaught of her pussy and ass. Ron's hands caressed their way back up to cup her breasts and tweak and role her nipples. Jenn was losing it and looked as though she was also losing her balance and about to fall when the men stood up and laid her back onto the bed. Both Ron and Todd attacked her breast aggressively sucking and even biting her now blood engorged nipples. Her back was arching up into their mouths as the relentless assault continued for what seemed like 10 or 15 minutes. During this time their free hands were busy running all over her stomach thighs and mound. Then the inevitable happened Jenn began to orgasm. She bucked up so violently that their mouths came loose from her breasts. They each admired their accomplishment before Ron went up to Jenn's mouth and Todd to her cleanly shaved pussy. He gently spread her thighs as wide as his reach would allow and kissed and licked his way to her most tender center of sensuality. Her moaning was now constant and audible to anyone in the next room and for me being so close the slurping sounds of Todd's licking was causing me to become faint. Uhhhh.........ohhhhhhhhhhhhh........yes, yes....oh my god! was a constant when Jenny's mouth was free from Ron's tongue and lips. My gooooddddnesss...............yessssssssssss.......oh yes.........yes! Ron moved away and quickly undressed revealing a muscular torso with some obvious scares from sport injuries. With his shorts remove his already hard cock sprang up standing to full attention, thick, reddish pink and long. Much longer than mine by 2 or 3 inches. Todd was next as he also stood back and undressed. Broader and heavier than Ron, when Todd's cock was revealed it was just as long but thicker yet and darker in color with an ominous head dripping with pre-cum. Jenn still laying back breathing deeply stared at these large cocks with a smoldering lust. Legs still spread wide she accepted Todd between them and felt his large cock head begin to open her pussy to sensations until now unfamiliar to her. "Oh.............my................godddddd! You're so big, ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh....easy.......please......... so big, so biggggg!" Todd took his time and slowly worked his entire length into Jenn. Her legs and knees pushed further apart by his bulk, her face barely visible under, him he now began to really fuck Jenn harder, slapping his pelvis into Jenny's. For maybe the third or fourth time Jenn screamed her orgasm as Ron watched stroking his own massive hard-on waiting his turn. Todd wanted more before coming himself and easily flipped Jenn onto her stomach and pulling her ass into the air audibly grunting his admiration for her now upturned ass. His cock, wet from Jenn's juices, easily slipped in to the hilt and soon the smacking sounds of pelvis to ass filled the room. Ron took this moment to move in front of Jenn and offered his thick cock to her already open panting mouth. She took it without question and allowed this brute to fuck her mouth forcibly. Todd now over the top held his giant cock as deep as he could in Jenn's pussy and grunting loudly released his load of cum, filling her till it leaked out from her pussy lips. I think she came again with her mouth full of Ron's cock. Todd momentarily satiated pulled out and Ron quickly flipped Jenn over onto her back once again and entered her and fucked her furiously for another 10 minutes and then, with his mouth glued to hers, emptied his balls deeply into her well fucked pussy. They lay on either side of her now gently caressing her and kissing her. I took this moment having come myself all over the curtains to sneak out of the room and make my way back to our room still dazed and confused as to what had just transpired. Unbelievably I jerked off again and came before Jenn finally came in to our room a couple of hours later. Apparently she was fucked again by both men till all were too exhausted to continue. Next Jenn tells her side. Ski Trip Got Away From Me Ch. 02 My name is Jenny; I am married with 2 young children. I was raised in the mid west with a pretty strict male dominant upbringing. We, my sisters and I were not allowed an opinion, especially a contradictory one that went against my father's beliefs or ideas. Being the oldest I took the brunt of this while my sisters got away with much more, especially the youngest. The tension and stress in my family's daily life was so bad that something had to give and that manifested itself with my mother one day just up and leaving. This devastated my father and turned our lives upside down. He became very demanding of me and while I tried to make it work I finally got myself into college and out of the house. A lot changed for me living on my own and not having to kowtow to a dominant male. I was always considered attractive, but pretty skinny most of my school age years. I did have boys pursue me, but my father was way to controlling for me to start dating any of them. Now on my own there were no such obstacles. My figure filled out nicely and my sensuality finally began to emerge. I had several short term relationships throughout college, from aggressive jock types, that mostly scared me, to nerdy brainy guys who while not as attractive, they easily became my friends even after the romantic part ended or never materialized. With the more aggressive guys, while I may have been attracted to them, if things did not work out or I did not let them get to first, (or second), base with me they usually got pretty nasty, their egos seemed so fragile they could not handle any kind of rejection. In my senior year I met Robert, not a jock, but not a nerd either. He was and still does have a penchant for art and is quite good at it. Robert got a degree in Business and me in the Humanities. We married soon after graduation and have had some pretty good years together. Sex was good and Robert seemed infatuated with my rear and legs. I did run tract in both high school and college and I guess that helped my firmness and shape. A "perfectly sized bubble butt" is what he called it. My breast became larger after having children and stayed firm, much to Robert's delight. My nipples, while always having been quite sensitive, were a little larger and when erect they looked like two small strawberries. Unfortunately, even while soft they still were evident even with a bra which I always wore but did not need. Robert loved to look at me and would often suggest outfits that were sexier than I would have chosen myself. He even had me sit for a painting he did himself and it was quite good. He said "Jenn you bring out the voyeur in me" and he meant it as a compliment and I took it that way. Well, like many married couples after a few years of raising a family and making a living, sex lost a lot of its passion between us. I have to say I was oblivious to it most of the time, but would on occasion masturbate just to relieve some undefined sexual tension. I missed the attention Robert used to spend on my breast when he would titillate me and bring me to climax just with his incessant attention to my nipples. I guess for Robert he starting feeding his voyeuristic drive by watching and reading adult movies and stories that fed his imagination. He never really tried very hard to hide this from me and one day I pointedly asked him about it. He was a little embarrassed, but I was not being judgmental and he shared with me what turned him on about it. It turned out I was still the object of his desire, but now he imagined me in more revealing and risqué scenarios. At first I was not at all sure what to make of it and knowing he loved me and that it was still me that turned him on, I let it become part of our love making. The passion was mostly back albeit it involved me being seduced or groped by someone other than my husband to get us started, then it would progress to some hot love making between us. I was pretty much on-board with all this and found myself excited more when the stories had me in a more innocent and submissive role. I was then and still am pretty naïve to a fault, but nothing would have prepared me for what was to become real life experiences that shook me, Robert and our marriage to the core. At Robert's direction these stories usually had me being seduce and ravished by the very jock types I disliked back in college so many years before and I was pretty much okay with this. This type of man still does attempt to make a pass at me whenever the situation presents itself, but the previous insecurity and ego I disdained then, when they were turned down, was not evident today. I guess we all mature to some degree. If Robert witnessed me being hit on by some aggressive guy he never seemed to be jealous or try and blame me for it, but sure enough, it would wind up as the lead story in our love making and role playing sooner or later. He would have me admit I wanted this man to be ravishing my breasts or fucking me as he was busy fucking me and if I did, whether real or imagined on my part, we both went sky high with orgasms. So now it is time for my side of events on our ski trip; First of all this trip had nothing to do with the fictional stories Robert had been directing in our bedroom. We really did just want to get better at skiing. We had signed up for an hour long lesson to get us going. I did wear my bib overalls that I have had forever and a long sleeve T-shirt under my ski jacket. Yes, my nipples were clearly visible as the T-shirt was form fitting and that expensive moisture wicking material that can keep you warm while still being light weight. But, I had my really warm ski jacket on so I was well covered. Robert and I got to the chair for our 11 o'clock lesson and met our ski instructor for the first time. His name was Todd and after introductions we were off for the day. Todd was great, an amazing skier, but also a fantastic instructor. He was friendly to both Robert and I and it seemed like our lesson was over way to soon. As we finished our last run with the lesson we broke for lunch. It was so warm by now that we grew concerned that the snow might get too sticky. Robert and I removed our jackets to cool down and I realized by the look on Todd's face and by the fact that he was staring directly at my chest my nipples must be visibly erect more than I would have liked. He was cool though and quickly regained his composure and even offered to stow our jackets relieving us of having to trudge through the throngs of people to find a locker. Todd took his leave and mentioned that if he was free he might see us later on. We sat down and had our lunch, rested a bit and then headed back out. Being our first day skiing we both were getting a little tired and Robert suggested we call it a day. As we got to the bottom of the run we had been taking Todd was just getting there. Robert mentioned we were done for the day and again thanked him for the earlier lesson. Todd paid Robert a pretty nice compliment on how quickly he was advancing then turning to me and offered me one more run to touch on a couple of areas I still was shaky on and at no charge. I thought that was pretty cool and thanked him for the offer. I said to Robert, "See you in a few minutes" and headed back on line for one more run. Todd joked around a lot on the chair going up and as we got off the lift suggested we go to the next lift up higher on the mountain where the snow would be better. I trusted his judgment and off we went, but first we had to ski down some distance to get to the more advanced lift. I did well and felt pretty confident that I could handle a more advanced run. At the top the snow was much better, but definitely steeper than anything I had done thus far today. I went first and was doing pretty well until I hit some deep powder, I panicked and tried to stop and turn at the same time. That did not work out to well and in a blink of an eye I was tumbling into the thick of it. The powder was soft and just starting to get a little wet. I was covered in snow from head to foot and just a little dazed, but I was not in the least bit hurt. Todd was by my side in a second and had me back up on my skis and handed me my poles. Holding me firmly with his arm tightly around my waste he began brushing the snow from my body with his free hand. He used his teeth to remove his glove to better brush the snow from my neck and straps of my bib. I was feeling the chill from the melting snow on my T-shirt and then the little sparks of sensation as he brushed more snow from my front. With his fingers now bare and spread apart like a little broom each digit raked over my nipples several times. At one point his palm actually closed over my breast as he grabbed snow from under my bib. I was a little shocked and wondered if my hero was taking advantage of me. I was pretty clear now of snow from everywhere including my thighs and rear end. None of which I felt him brush off probably because my bib was so insulated, but my nipples were hard, erect and burning ever so slightly. We took our time getting back down to the lodge and the rest of the run went really smoothly. Robert was there to greet us and quickly noticed that I was a little wet. Todd again departed saying "good work Jenny and maybe I will see you guys later." I told Robert about my fall, but not anything to do with my nipples being felt until later when he pushed for more details. I did not want this to become part of any of his fantasizing or our role playing. We retrieved our ski jackets and headed back up to our room to clean up and rest. After a short nap Robert headed to the bathroom for a shower and found our towels still slightly damp from the morning. He threw on some clothes and took off to get some fresh towels from the front desk. I lay in bed for a few more minutes and thought about what happened after my fall. My nipples became erect as I thought about Todd's long fingers brushing across my breasts and I gently reenacted that with my own fingers. I thought to myself "NO WAY" and got up and jumped into the shower. I finished quickly and felt great. The towels were not too damp and I was dry and getting dressed when Robert came back into our room with nice fresh towels. I said "they are all yours Robert I am already showered and dry." Robert joked "well good for you than" and jumped into the shower himself. I started rummaging through the room bar for some wine and shouted to Robert "what would you prefer red or white?" He shouted back "do not take anything from the room bar Jenn it will suck and be twice as expensive." I thought to myself "what was I even thinking, I know that." I grabbed the room key and headed down to the bar myself to get some wine yelling over my shoulder "I will charge it to the room Robert." I thought he said something, but I was already out the door on my quest. I took the elevator down to the lobby and headed into the bar. It was a little crowded and I stood there waiting to get notice by the bartender who was moving as fast as she could to service the crowd. I heard a familiar voice calling my name and turning around saw Todd standing up from his chair waving at me. It seemed I was not any closer to getting served so I walked over to where Todd was sitting. He reached out and gave me a little hug and introduced me to his friend Ron. Ron was rugged looking, but not attractive like Todd was, but he had this very masculine way about him that made up for it. Todd made room for me in between Ron and himself and a waitress was there in a minute. He asked what I would like t drink and mentioned I was here to buy a bottle of wine. He asked "red or white Jenny?" and I replied "definitely red Todd." In a few minutes I was sharing the bottle of Cab with Todd and his friend Ron. I thought I should phone up to the room and let Robert know I was having a drink with Todd and he should come on down when he was ready, but it had gotten so crowded and noisy I just thought I would give it some time before calling or heading back up. Both Todd and Ron were very entertaining and had me riveted with their stories and adventures of the many crazy exploits they took part in together. As I had said it was noisy in this bar and we were huddled together so we could hear each other. Todd had his arm across the back of my chair and Ron hunched forward with his elbow touching my arm. Both their knees would rub up against mine beneath the table, especially when they would gesture with their free had to make a point. Before we knew it the bottle was empty even though I maybe had a glass and a half. These guys apparently could really put it away. Our waitress was busy, but another waiter came by and took Todd's order for another bottle of wine. He was a cute black guy with dread locks that came down to his shoulders. Todd was a bit dismissive of him after ordering our wine. I also needed a bottle to bring up to the room and asked the waiter if I could get one as well. The guy mentioned that he could have it sent up whenever I was ready and asked for my room number. That handled, Ron began a funny story which involved Todd dealing with a very embarrassing situation. It seemed like these two liked to tease each other in a good natured way. I hadn't really been paying attention to Todd's fingers as they every so often touched my hair or the back of my neck until at one point Ron, laying another offhanded remark towards Todd, place his rather large bony hand on top of mine and gently squeezed it snickering at his friend. His hand was calloused and obviously powerful, but with that I became acutely aware of the hand touching the back of my neck and as I turned toward Todd smiling at the light hearted insult levied at him, Todd leaned forward and planted an ever so light kiss right on my lips. It was soft and lasted only a moment, but I was taken aback and then heard my husband saying "hey Jenn, there you are. I had been looking all over for you." I froze not knowing if he saw that kiss, but he acted so nonchalant I figured that in this crowded room he probably did not. Todd quickly invited Robert to join us and introduced him to Ron and the stories began again, now without fingers touching my hair or neck thank goodness. The waiter from before brought Robert a glass without even having been asked which I thought was pretty attentive service. I just wish he wasn't so fixated on my breasts. I was looking right at him and he did not even seem to care that I could see him staring at me like that. This is just another time when I wished my nipples were not so prominent. The guys mentioned that Kristi Powers, the Olympic ski champion, was staying at the lodge. I blurted out "you are kidding me. I have followed her career and think she is amazing." Ron and Todd exchanged looks and Ron told us she was hosting a private reception they were invited too in the upper floor suites and if we were interested he would get us on the guest list if there was still room. Ron then moved off to make the call. Robert turned to Todd and I, saying "sounds pretty cool, but it has been a long day I think we are both pretty tired." They now both turned to me and I did not say at all what I wanted to say. I did want to go and I was not at all tired. But I just went along with Robert and said to the guys, "hey you know Robert is right, it has been a long day and you most likely could not get us in anyway." Ron rejoined us looking a little disappointed and announced there was only room for one on the guest list. Robert said "well that's that" but Todd quickly interjected "you sure Jenny, if you like, you can come up to meet Kristy for a bit and will have you back within the hour." "What do you think Robert?" I looked at Robert and said "what do you think Robert, I would really like to if it's alright with you." He looked at me and then to Todd and Ron and just kind of shrugged an okay "its cool, see you in a bit." I gave him a hug, "thanks honey, see you soon" and off we went up to the reception. We took the elevator up to the seventh floor where all the suites were located. The elevator door opened and the music was blasting and there were people everywhere. In the hallways, drinks in hand and some were smoking pot or at least I think they were. The doors to several suites were open and after milling about for a few minutes Ron came up with glasses of wine for all of us. I was thinking that there was nothing private about this and did not see any signs of a reception or anyone checking a guest list either for that matter. I was about to question what the hell was all this when Todd grabbed me around my shoulders, turned me and then walked me into one of the suites shouting above the din "hey Kristi, what's up?" Sure enough it WAS Kristi Powers and she came right up to us, "hey guys! Long time no see, are you still crazy as ever?" "Of course Kristi" Ron said. "You know that will never change." "Hey Kristi, say hello to our friend Jenny, she is a big fan." "Hi Jenny, how ya doing? I'm surprised I have a fan left after crashing in the Worlds last month!" I managed "That was pretty nasty Kristi, I'm just glad you lived to talk about it." "Thanks Jenny, actually it looked worse than it actually was, but I do appreciate the thought." "Sorry guys I have to speak to one of my sponsors over there. See you guys and nice to meet you Jenny." With that she was off and Jenny was elated gushing "that was pretty cool guys thanks so much" and I gave each a kiss and a hug. Todd led the way into one of the other adjoining suites and found a spot where we could all three sit. The music was loud with a driving beat and it was a little difficult to hear each other. Ron produced a joint and lit it up passing it to Todd and Todd then offered it to me. "Wow, I haven't smoked in ages, I'm not so sure about this." "You might as well Jenny; there is so much smoke in the room you will get high anyway." With that I took a drag on the joint and passed it along. I was really enjoying myself and found Todd and Ron's company really special. Todd suggested we move to a quieter room and led us through another adjoining door to a suite far less crowded. The music was different in this room and not so deafening. The three of us stood staring out of the large window enjoying the view. It was snowing lightly and there were lights illuminating the slopes. It was quite beautiful. The music changed to a slower song and Todd turned to me, taking my hand in his and said, "I really love this song Jenny, please dance with me?" It felt so natural that I did so without hesitation and soon was in Todd's arms moving slowly to his favorite song. He pressed me to him gently, but still firm enough that we were almost in a complete embrace. I thought "he smells so good" and I felt his hands caress my back, hair and neck once again. The wine and marijuana together allowed me to just relax and be in the moment. Todd and I swayed to the music in each others' arms, my senses felt heightened; his caresses tingled over my skin through my sweater and down to the top of my butte. I hadn't noticed that Ron had left, but I did out of the corner of my eye see him return with what looked like another bottle of wine. I soon felt him come up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders gently messaging them and caressing up my arms which were encircled around Todd's neck. Todd leaned down and kissed me again like he had earlier in the bar except this time his tongue gently played across my lips. In a few seconds I relaxed my mouth and his tongue found its way between my lips and into my mouth. Ski Trip Got Away From Me Ch. 02 It was so sensual and not at all aggressive, but his tongue was really thick and filled my mouth. He was such an amazing kisser that I just let him do all the work and enjoyed every minute of it. One hand was behind my head tilting me upwards and pressing my face into his devouring mouth while the other was now squarely but gently on my ass, caressing me over my skirt. Ron's hands were everywhere caressing my sides' stomach and then, oh my god, my breasts. His hands are so large and calloused that even through my sweater, as they raked over my sensitive hardening nipples, shock waves shot through my body eliciting muffled moans into Todd's incessant tonguing. I was completely lost in the moment. Ron's hands left my breast and dropped down to my hips then slightly pulling me away from Todd, he spun me around now facing him. He quickly started where Todd had left off, holding my head in his hands turning my face up to him and kissing me. His kiss was so different; his tongue while not thick and soft like Todd's was long and raspy. He kissed me more hungrily and aggressively. Both his large hands now came together at my breasts gently tweaking and pinching my nipples, but still over my sweater. I finally started to come to some sense of clarity as he began unbuttoning my sweater. The top 3 buttons were already undone and his knuckles scraped along my hardened tips as he went from button to button. I knew it had to stop here. At this point there would be plenty of material for erotic fun to feed Robert's imagination. I put my hands up onto Ron's broad shoulders and pushed against him saying "Ron this has to stop here, I am a married women and Robert will be missing me." Todd was in my ear and whispered "it will be okay Jenn, Robert is sound asleep by now, don't ruin the moment." With that Ron's hands had pushed my now exposed bra up and out of the way, at the same time he dropped his mouth to my right breast and dragged his rasping tongue across my hard and now ultra sensitive nipple. He began to gently suck my nipple between his lips raking his teeth across the sides of them. "Oh my god that feels so good......"and just as I was about to try once more to voice a protest Todd' from behind me, turned my head to his and pressed his mouth tightly to mine. Now with more urgency he ravished my mouth, lips and tongue with his own overly thick tongue. Todd had his hands busy roving over my ass and one hand over my stomach and across my mound. Soon I felt him on my bare skin, my skirt up around my waste. His long fingers snaked between my legs from the front and between my ass cheeks from the back meeting at my sensitive opening. This is way out of control. I was being ravished in a living room of some suite and who knows how many people might be watching. Unknown to the trio, there were only two watching; one was Jenny's husband Robert from the shadows in the bedroom and unknown to them all Reggie, the dread locked waiter from the bar watched transfixed while this absolutely gorgeous married white women was being seduced and ravished right before his eyes and insanely in front of her hidden husband as well. Ron and Todd both stopped their attention to my body and led me into the suite's bedroom. It was semi dark now and I think I remember the sound of the door being shut. They moved me to the foot of the bed with me still in between them and then began to remove first my sweater and bra and then my skirt. They each gasped audibly when my skirt fell to the floor, I am not sure why, but they were staring at my ass and legs. My thong was slid from my hips and I voiced a last vain attempt to stop what was happening, but there was not even an acknowledgement of it by them this time. I thought " Robert, is this what you really want? I think these men intend to fuck me". Todd and Ron both dropped to their knees with their hands trailing down my body. Now Ron in front began to lick my shaved mound and sensitive clit with his rasping tongue while Todd licked my ass between my cheeks which were firmly in his grasp. I could feel his long thick tongue slide between my legs. I was moaning softly and tried in vain to disengage myself from the intense onslaught of my pussy and ass. Ron's hands caressed their way back up to cup my breasts and tweak and role my nipples. I started to spasm with an intense orgasm and I was also losing my balance and about to fall when they stood up and laid me down onto the bed. Both Ron and Todd attacked my breast aggressively sucking and even biting my now blood engorged nipples. I arched my back up pushing my breast into their mouths as the relentless assault continued for what seemed like 15 or 20 minutes. During this time their free hands were busy running all over my stomach thighs and mound. Then the inevitable happened and I began to orgasm again. I bucked so violently that their mouths came loose from my breasts. They each admired there accomplishment before Ron went up to my mouth and Todd to my cleanly shaved pussy. He gently spread my thighs as wide as his reach would allow and kissed and licked his way to my most tender center of sensuality. My moaning was now constant and must be audible to anyone in the next room. "Uhhhh.........ohhhhhhhhhhhhh........yes, yes....oh my god!" Was a constant when my mouth was free from Ron's tongue and lips. "My gooooddddnesss...............yessssssssssss.......oh yes.........yes!" Ron moved away from me and quickly undressed revealing a muscular torso with some obvious scares from his sport injuries. With his shorts remove his already hard cock sprang up standing at full attention thick, reddish pink and long. His cock was longer than Roberts by 2 or 3 inches. Todd was next as he also stood back and undressed. Broader and heavier than Ron, when Todd's cock was revealed it was just as long, but thicker yet and darker in color with an ominous head dripping with pre-cum. I swear that I never even thought about the size of a man's penis before. Just like big boobs, some men liked them huge and some didn't. Mine are not exceptionally large but they sure do seem to attract a lot of attention. But there was something about the large cocks on these masculine men that was sexy and a bit frightening. I was still lying on my back breathing deeply staring at these big cocks with a smoldering lust. My legs were still spread wide and I accepted Todd between them and I thought I am about to get fucked by another man for the first time in our marriage. I felt the large head of his cock begin to open my pussy and I felt sensations that until now were unfamiliar to me. "Oh............. my................godddddd! You're so bigggg.........., ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh.... easy.......please......... so big, so biggggg!" Todd took his time and slowly worked his entire length into me. My legs and knees pushed further apart by his bulk, my face barely visible under him, he now began to really fuck me harder, slapping his pelvis into mine. For maybe the third or fourth time I screamed in orgasm as Ron watched stroking his own massive hard on waiting his turn. Todd wanted more before coming himself and easily flipped me onto my stomach and pulling my ass into the air audibly grunting his admiration for my now upturned ass. His cock wet from my pussy's juices easily slipped in to the hilt and soon the smacking sounds of pelvis to ass filled the room. Ron took this moment to move in front of me and offered his thick cock to my already open mouth. I took it without question and allowed this brute to fuck my mouth forcibly. Todd now over the top held his giant cock as deep as he could in my pussy and grunting loudly released his load of cum, filling me till I could feel it leaking from my pussy lips. I came again with my mouth full of Ron's cock. Todd momentarily satiated pulled out and Ron quickly flipped me over onto my back once again and entered me. He fucked me furiously for another 10 or 15 minutes and then with his mouth glued to mine emptied his balls deeply into my well fucked pussy. Ron and Todd now lay on either side of me gently caressing and kissing me. Todd asked me if I was okay and I told him "Todd this was a lot more then I was ready for. Never in a million years did I think this would happen. Robert fantasizes about this scenario with me, but I doubt he would believe I would ever let it actually happen." "Wait a minute Jenn! Robert fantasizes about you getting fucked by other guys? "Ron, can you believe this?" "Shit no man! That is unbelievable. I would beat the living shit out of some prick if he even laid hands on my girl!" I felt like I needed to defend Robert. "You have it all wrong, we never went through to this level before; just some flirting and a little groping would get him off when I would tell him about it." "Right Jenn I think we get the picture and I think Robby boy needs a little more story line before we are through here." Todd's lips move up to cover my mouth and Ron began licking my ear and neck. They were starting again, but this time something was different. They were being a little rougher with me....... Coming soon: Chapter 3: "The next two hours" Ski Trip Got Away From Me Ch. 03 Robert was back in their room curled up in their king size bed alone. The walk back to the room was excruciating, his mind a swirling mass of emotions. He had witnessed his beautiful wife being seduced and then ravaged and thoroughly fucked by two men more masculine than himself and he did nothing to stop it. He thought about videos where men watched passively as their wives were having sex in front of them and realized what a load of crap that is. "These guys just sit there? They don't show any real emotion? It just doesn't make any sense. The eroticism of seeing his wife like that was a "10", the humiliation also a "10" and the horrible anxiety and dread easily a "10"." Lying there while waiting for her to return he went through each of those emotions again and again, masturbating and allowing his cum to spew about his own body. Robert went in and out of a fitful sleep. Too scared to fully succumb to it and too exhausted not to. When Jenny finally returned and he heard the door opened he feigned sleep not wanting to deal with his confused emotions and feelings towards her. She smelled of the mix of male and female sex. The odor of sperm was strongest, but he could also smell the sweat from both her and her lovers. Jenn did not even bother to shower; she just climbed into bed lay on her back and fell asleep. Robert rose up on his elbow and looked at her. Her hair was stringy and her lips looked puffy and maybe signs of dried spunk. He slowly pulled back the sheet and even in the dim light he could see how raw her nipples were. He moved the sheet back further and the smell of cum became stronger. Robert could not help it, amazingly he was erect again. He climbed in between his wife legs, rubbed his penis against her lips and easily slid inside. She was still moist from her own fluids mixed with those of the two men. He slowly stroked inside her and she barely responded as he came quickly ejaculating inside her now adding his own sperm to the torrid mix of Todd's and Ron's. Robert rolled off of his wife and finally sleep came. Just two hours earlier, Jenny lay in between the two powerful men who had seduced her and driven her to ecstasy she had not known existed. Her body still tingled from their attention when she made an awful mistake. She admitted that this was a fantasy of Roberts that he enjoyed during their own lovemaking. Both Todd and Ron bristled with that and pounced on Robert's manhood without mercy. Jenn tried to defend Robert, saying "it was only a fantasy and he never intended it to really happen," although truthfully Jenn wondered privately if that was indeed the case. Both men's demeanor rapidly changed; they became meaner and more aggressive. Todd stated "we need to give Robby boy some more story lines" as both men rose up, their cocks hard once again. They rubbed them over her body trailing pre-cum over her nipples, face and lips. "Will Robby boy want to lick your body clean from our come" asked Ron cruelly. "Please no, this is not what I wanted or Robert for that matter, this is all a big mistake!" Ron moved in between Jenn's legs and holding them apart by her ankles slid his big cock back in to her already well fucked pussy. "Tell us Jenn, would you like Robert to be here now watching me fuck you? Come on Jenny tell me!!" "No, please it would crush him! I don't want him to know about this!" "Bull Shit Jenny; your pussy is soaking wet again, you know he wants to see this and it turns you on big time." Todd moved his cock to her face rubbing it all over her cheeks, eyes and mouth and chimed in; "Imagine Robby boy sitting right over there now, playing with his dick watching you get fucked. Come on, imagine that he is seeing me rub my cock all over you and fucking it into your mouth!" And Todd did just that with his over sized cock head hitting the back of Jenny's mouth. He fucked her mouth a few times and then pulled out asking again. "He's watching Jenny, is it turning you on?" "Please no, it's not right, it can't be!" "But it does! Say it Jenny!" With that Ron began to fuck Jenny's pussy even harder, pulling almost completely out and slamming himself back in roughly. "Say it!" they both demanded and finally, convulsing in orgasm she did. "Yes it excites me beyond belief to have Robert see me fucked like this; two strong men with their big cocks taking me over and over again!" With that Ron also came spewing yet another load into this smoldering hot women. Todd moved in as Ron rolled away and flipped Jenny onto her stomach, pulling her by the hips up to her knees and wasted no time entering her from behind. "Do you like our big cocks Jenny? Come on, tell me!" "Yes Todd, I like your big cocks!" "You've never been filled like this before with Robby's little dick have you now?" "No never like this, you're so deep inside me and so thick." Todd so turned on by this last submission, pounded her pussy relentlessly. Jenny was like a rag doll in his big hands tightly gripping her hips, the loud slap, slap, slap of his pelvis smacking against her ass so hard that her knees were off of the mattress. "Uhhg....Uhhg....Uhhg...." Jenny moaned with each powerful thrust from Todd. He was quickly boiling to a climax and as he did he withdrew from her soaking pussy, moved her again onto her back and came all over her face, roping stream after stream of his gism across her mouth, nose and hair. "Oh shit that was good! You are so fucking hot Jenny! Come on get some close on, I will get you back to your room." Ron almost dressed already said, "I am going to head back to our place. Todd's right Jenny, you are one hot lady. We need to do this again and soon!" With that Ron was out the door and Todd led Jenny right behind Ron, bras and panty less. In the dim light they could not find them and they both just wanted to leave. Taking the elevator down to Jenny's room level they encountered no one much to the relief of Jenny. Todd left her at the door to her room giving her ass one more squeeze then departed. Jenny let herself in trying to be as quiet as possible hoping Robert was asleep. She was so groggy she could barely keep her eyes open, her mind was numb and the awfulness of what she had done was too overwhelming for her to deal with right then. She knew she needed to shower and intended to, but she just needed to lay down for a minute first and then, she was out like a light. She had no real recollection that Robert and had sex with her and when she awoke somewhere around 9 o'clock Robert was gone. She looked around and all his things were still there except his ski equipment. Had he not noticed her condition? "God, she thought, there is no way, she smelled awful." Getting up and looking into the bathroom mirror she was shocked at just how messy she was. Her hair was stringy and she could see dried cum on her face and even in her hair. It was all still so much a blur to her, but she knew she was fucked several times by both Ron and Todd. "Oh my god, what have I done!" she said out loud to herself. Jenny stepped into the shower with the water temperature as hot as she could bare and scrubbed herself clean and then soaked in the bathtub for 15 minutes after adding the hotel provided oils and essence to soothe her aching mind and body. After drying her body and hair as best she could Jenny climbed back into bed and under a single sheet, naked, lying on her back she quickly dozed off again, this time just lightly and for the moment peacefully. Meanwhile, Robert was on a mission. He awoke from a fitful sleep and looking over to his still disheveled wife almost vomited. Not so much from the smell of sex and dried cum, but by his pathetic lack of action. "Where do they go from here?" he thought. There is no undoing what she had let them do to her and that he had stood by and actually got off on those assholes fucking the shit out of her. It pained him that she was so turned on having multiple orgasms just maybe 10 feet away from him. One thing he had to do for his own self esteem or what little was left of it, was to hunt these pricks down and take some kind of revenge. Robert figured the best thing would be to come up to whoever he found first and just haul off and punch him in the face as hard as he could. If he did this in front of others he hoped they would break it up before he got to badly beaten. Heading to the first lift he could see a couple of instructors heading out but no sign of either Todd or Ron. Robert covered most of the intermediate runs to no avail. Next he took the more advanced lifts to the top of the mountain. Several of these runs were brutally steep and even had some moguls which Robert had previously vowed not to ever get near. Now it was already after lunch and coming down to the bottom of the mountain he asked the lift operator if he had seen either of them. This kid fit the description a "knurly dude" to the tee. "Have you seen Todd or Ron here today?" Robert asked in a friendly way. "No way man, those fuckers got canned big time this morning by the owner himself!" "What happened man? What's the story?" Robert asked prying for more details. "Oh it was bad man, really bad. It seems they had some lady up in one of the suites upstairs and they were both really going at her. I heard she was really hot man and married, dude!" "But the bedroom they were banging this chick in was in Kristi Powers' suite, the Olympic gold medalist. She came up to crash and heard what was going on in there and she was pissed. Reggie, my bud, told me that he saw them light up a duby and those fuckers lace it with opium. Personally, I think they are hooked on it too. So anyways, Kristi was even more pissed when she realized they were fucking the lady she met earlier. So she calls management and he comes up with security and Kristi says "Hold up guys! First of all I am not sleeping in that bed and secondly I do not want that lady embarrassed by making a seen!" So Reggie tells me that she left, but the problem was there were no more empty rooms to be had at the lodge and they wound up calling the owner and putting her up at his house. Those dudes will never get a job in Tahoe ever again, in fact forget Colorado, Utah, Wyoming or anywhere 'cause the owner knows everyone and the ski world is small one, dude!" Robert thanked "knurly dude" and poled over to the deck area. He thought "wow that is WAY cool! Sweet revenge and he did not have to get the shit kicked out of him." Then Robert looked back at the mountain and realized he had skied the entire mountain, Black Diamond runs and all and he did it well. Now to confront Jenn and decide where do we go from here? He felt so angry, but was it over his lack of action or her actions? It was both! Could they ever get past this? Robert headed back to their room. Jenn had dozed off into a light sleep. At some point she felt movement on the bed. She did not want to deal with her infidelity yet so feigned a deep sleep and kept her eyes closed. She felt Robert slowly pull the sheet off of her body baring her nakedness, now so clean and sweet smelling from her bath and lotions she applied. The sheet tickled her skin ever so slightly as it was slid from her. Her nipples soon grew hard. Jenny felt movement on the bed again and the gentle caress of fingers gently tweaking her erect nipples. She fought to suppress a moan as the sensations grew stronger. Now lips and teeth were gently tugging at her breast. Her nipples were being expertly sucked and grazed by Robert's teeth. He was also doing something new. While sucking her tits he was somehow giving her these amazing tingling feelings all around her chest and neck. "Ooh it is so nice she thought!" She felt Robert moving down her stomach and now between her legs his lips and tongue played over her clit and even inside her caressing the walls of her pussy. All the while those ever so gentle tingling sensations now around her thighs and stomach. Jenny dared not open her eyes and spoil the moment. Robert was getting more aggressive and really ravishing her pussy now. She tried, but could not completely hold back a sharp intake of breath as he pressed his tongue so strongly across het sensitive bud. Jenny started to let go and moaned openly now. "Ohhhh....yesss...Robert, just like that. You are driving my wild eating me so gooodddd!" She felt Robert move back up her body, the tingling sensations across her skin moved with him as he now placed his hands underneath her back, lifting and arching her back and her breasts into his devouring mouth. Her head dangling as she thought "I never knew you to be so strong Robert." Then finally said "Oh...god ....I'm cumming Robert......Oh.......goooodddddd!!!!!!!!" Jenn felt his knee pressing against her pussy, but it was bouncing against her and then "What is this?" It was entering her; this was not Robert's knee, but a cock, a huge cock! The massive head entered her and she now opened her eyes and was ready to scream when Reggie enveloped her mouth with his, forcing his thick long tongue deep into her mouth. Reggie lapped at and tongue fucked Jenny's mouth while his massive cock pushed another couple of inches into her. "God she felt good he thought to himself and so wet." The tickling sensations were the waiter's dreadlocks trailing now over her face. His cock was enormous, even thicker and longer than Todd's huge tool. Reggie whispered into Jenny's ear, "Take a peak over towards the bureau. Do you see the camera? I am recording this so it looks like you want it right from the start. God your pussy is tight and wet Jenny!" "Please you must stop this...Uhhhggg you are biggg!!! "You getting some nigger cock now girl!! I will make your pussy mine and fuck you like you should be fucked. Damn this is good. You loving it bitch? You know you are! You are creaming all over my dick girl!!" Reggie was long stroking Jenny's tight pussy now and would in moments have his entire length in her. "See! You taking the whole thing now girl! You feel it way up inside you Jenny?" "Yes it is so deep! I am so full, ohhh.............my goddddddd...........I'm cumming, cummingggg........again!" "That's it cum on my nigger cock! Tell me you love it!" Reggie now drove his giant cock fully into her wet pussy, deeply, forcefully, over and over, pounding his pelvis into this hot married white woman he so craved. "Come on say it Jenny! You need my big black cock fucking you!" "Okay, Oaky I do! I need to be fucked hard by you with your amazing monster cock!! It's so good, I love it! Take me, take me, take me please!!!" "You want my cum in you baby? Do you want me to cum inside you and fill your pussy with my seed?" "Yes cum in me! Please fill me now while I cum again......Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..........yesssssss, that's it!!!" Reggie pressed deeply holding his cock completely inside her pulsating pussy and let go filling her with copious amounts of his thick cum. Jenny laid there dazed as Reggie removed his softening cock from Jenny. "Look Jenny, my name is Reggie Winters and I am going to be fucking you a lot more with this black cock. You understanding me?" "No, please Reggie, it was fantastic, but it has to end here!" "I don't think you heard me girl! I will fuck you where and when I want to. You see that camera? Well I will show that to your husband, but we both know he will just get off on it. But your neighbors? Relatives? What about them Jenny?" "That's your cell phone on the nightstand right?" Reggie picked it up and dialed his number and saved it into Jenny's contacts. "I got your number now and you got mine. I also got your address off of the hotel registry, so I know where you live. Whenever I get down that way I will look you up and we will fuck! I have a few friends down your way and maybe we all party. Oh and by the way your hubby was in the very same bedroom those white boys fucked you in and he saw the whole first go round before he snuck out of there." With that Reggie walked out of her room without even a glance back towards her. "Now what do I do?" Jenny thought. "My life is trashed and I have turned into a slut in only 24 hours. My husband actually watched those guys use me like they owned me and got off on it!" Jenny got up and for the second time that morning took a long hot shower. As she was getting dressed she heard Robert announce his return as he entered the room. "We need to talk Jenn!" "Yes we do Robert; we need to decide what we want here. I know you were in the room last night and saw everything. So let's just get it over with. Do you want to divorce me Robert? I will understand." "Wow! You know I was there watching the whole thing?" Jenny chose not to bring up what he missed after he left or especially what just happened with Reggie just an hour or so before. "Yes I do Robert." "But how? How could you possibly know Jenn? You were covered by their bodies." "The walls have ears Robert and with all that went on in that bedroom, there was not a lot that did not get noticed. So what do we do Robert? Do you want to stay married to a slut?" "Jenn, do you know you were drugged?" "Yes, I did smoke part of a joint and drank a little too much wine, but that is hardly an excuse for what I let them do with me!" "No Jenn, they lace their pot with opium. You were high on opium Jenn!" "Oh my god Robert I was so out of it. Even after I got back to the room, I just fell asleep as disgusting as I felt. But why did you let me do this? Actually I know why Robert, it has been such a big part of our lovemaking and your penchant for voyeurism got the best of you didn't it?" "Yeah, it did and I was so ashamed of myself Jenn, I actually went looking for them this morning to try to regain some of my dignity. But they are gone, fired by the owner this morning." Robert relayed the story to Jenn as he had heard it from "Knurly Dude". There love and marriage somehow survived this ski trip and their love making did include countless reiterations of the part that got away from them, including the next two hours and the wild one Jenn (made up) about Reggie the waiter. When they got home Jenn had carelessly ran over her phone while backing out of the garage and when replacing it did not realize she could keep her existing number. Jenn also felt it was high time they finely purchase a house of their own and stop renting. She was on a personal crusade to get it done and so she did quickly and with a short escrow they were in their new home before the spring. Safe from the insidious Reggie Winters! Or were they? Ski Trip: Skies Optional Jerking the folded sheet of paper from under the magnet and unfolding it, my hand shook in anticipation. What now? Dad, Gone skiing with Eric. See you soon, Love you, Janie. The stark emptiness of the kitchen closed in on me. I stood there, unable to digest the content of the note. I read it again. Skiing? She doesn’t ski. Eric? Something vibrated inside of my ear. “Hello?” “Hi,” the voice was cheerful. “Hi,” I said, trying to sound just as cheerful to the mother of my children. “Is Janie there? I have something to tell her?” “Ah,...no, she’s gone skiing.” “What? Janie doesn’t ski, why did you let her go? What time is it? When did she leave? Who did she go with?” “Eric, she went with Eric, she left a note on the refrigerator,” I said, answering the only question that I knew the answer to. “Eric? the boy she’s been seeing?” “That’s what the note says, Eric.” “It’s 5:15, that means it’s 8:15 there, are you just getting home? You are, aren’t you? I knew I shouldn’t let her go live with you.” “We’ve been getting along fine for over a year now,” I reminded her. “It’s just since she met the boy that things have changed.” “You’ll have to find her, where did she go? Call her, NO, I’ll call her. You just find her, don’t let her stay over night with that boy.” Helen ranted and I let her, dialing Janie’s number with my cell phone while half listening to my former wife, half not. There was no answer. Helen heard me leaving a voice mail message, asking our daughter to please call us back, adding that her mother was also worried about her being away over night. “Find her, bring her home!” Helen ordered before abruptly hanging up on me. I read the note again. Where would they go? There were slopes on the outskirts of our town, far too crowded with college kids on a Friday night, all the way to Canada. ‘Canada,’ I thought. A tickling sensation entered my ear again. “Hello?” “Dad? Didn’t you see the note I left? It’s on the refrigerator?” “Janie, where are you?” “We on our way to North Conway. Eric’s family has a ski lodge there.” “North Conway? That’s two hours from here.” I said, thinking, ‘at least it isn’t Canada.’ “Yeah, I know, we had a problem with the car, otherwise we would be there.” “Janie, where are you now, I’ll come and get you.” “It’s okay dad, we’re almost there.” “Tell me where this place is, I’m coming to get you,” I said, letting my voice become harsh and urgent. “Dad, relax, everything is fine. There’s no reason for you to come get me,” I heard my daughter scold me for getting agitated. “Janie, give me directions and......,” there was a click and dead air. I dialed her number and got voice mail. “Janie, I’m sorry I sounded off, please call me. I’ve got to know where you are.” The phone rang, it was Helen again. She did most of the talking. I wasn’t able to tell her where our daughter had said she and Eric were headed. Not that I didn’t want her to know. She admonished me for not paying attention to our daughter’s needs and ridiculed me for never being there for her, even for having to work long hours. “We had a problem with the ice, it wouldn’t freeze and there is a hockey match tonight,” giving her more information than she needed. It was then that I decided not to give her the name of the town Janie had told me they were heading to. Helen would tell the local police it was a kidnapping and make matters worse than they already were. It all started when our older daughter got married. I bought a plane ticket and went to give her away. After five years, Helen treated me like a step child. I stayed in a motel and only saw my daughters twice during my three day stay. While talking to Janie at the reception I got the idea for her to come east to college, at the small college where I worked in southern New Hampshire. As my dependent, Janie’s tuition would be next to nothing. Living in my condo saved on room and board, cutting college expenses to a plane ticket once or twice each year to visit her mother. To my surprise, she jumped at the idea. Also to my surprise, Helen let her come, even agreeing to supply spending money. Shedding the burden of child support, I was able to buy the condo near the college. I took the smaller bedroom to give Janie study space in the larger bathroom and walk in closet. Everything went smoothly her freshman year. Despite my erratic work schedule, we spent time together and during the course of the school year, renewed our relationship as father and daughter. It was when she met the kid, Eric, that things changed. He is a football player in his third year. They met at the clinic where Janie works part time. “He should have had one of the trainers look at that,” I told Janie, knowing how strict they were about player’s medical treatment. “It’s okay dad, I did a good job, even the trainer said it would heal just fine.” “Wait a minute, how do you know what the trainer said?” “Eric came back to thank me,” Janie said, smiling smugly. From that day on, everything was Eric this and Eric that. Eric begin to come around, for help with one of his classes, so they said. “Jocks have access to tutors,” I said, “your taking on too much responsibility, patching him up, now your helping him with a class, I don’t want you to get into trouble with the administration.” “Relax pop, everything’s cool,” Janie said, slapping me on the shoulder. She was so cute I couldn’t help but smile and try to ease up on the subject. Now she was on her way to a ski lodge with Eric hormones and I had an ex-wife on my ass because of my ‘poor parenting skills.’ If I start now, I thought, I can get to North Conway by eleven. I’ll go gas up, then come back home to check for messages. While pumping gas into my truck I got to thinking, I don’t know where this place is, what if I get lost? I’ll stop and ask the police. Ask them what? Where the Eric hormones’ ski lodge is? What’s his last name, anyway? Borden, Eric Borden, that’s it, I’ll call his parents and get directions. That may save time in the long run. Janie had said they lived west of Boston but she hadn’t said what their names were. I would go home, get on the Internet and find them. How many Bordens can there be? Narrowing that down to west of Boston I came up with 21 telephone numbers. Between no answers and busy signals the first 10 calls yielded two households with sons named Eric Borden. One was age 3, the other one was age 52, neither available to come to the phone. The eleventh number belonged to N. Borden. “Mrs. Borden? I’m looking for Eric Borden, age 20, he attends school...” “What’s happened? is he all right? who is this please?” “Mrs. Borden, I’m Nat Tucker, your son is a friend of my daughter, Janie. They are fine as far as I know.” “Mr. Tucker, why are you calling?” “Mrs. Borden, your son and my daughter are on their way to your ski lodge in North Conway and I.....” “Ski lodge, we don’t have a ski lodge, we have a summer cabin on a pond, near North Conway. Who said it was a ski lodge?” “That’s the message I got. I spoke to my daughter on the phone, she said they had had car trouble but were back on the road, before we got cut off.” “I’ll call my son, I’ll get to the bottom of this.” “Perhaps it would be better if your husband.....” buzzzz...the line had gone dead. I walked around the house, thinking what to do next, waiting for news from Mrs. Borden or Janie. Even Eric, I would like to speak to him. From my room I collected a flannel shirt, long johns and high boots with two pair of socks. The door to Janie’s room was open. I peeked in. It looked like a hurricane had hit it. Various articles of clothing were strewn on the bed and on the floor, half opened draws had clothing sticking out and her desk lamp had been left on. It dawned on me that the telephone was not going to ring, Mrs. Borden had not asked for my number. I called the number, the same voice answered. “Perhaps it would be better if I discuss this with your husband?” “Mr. Tucker?” “Yes, sorry, I wasn’t thinking, I’m a little upset, I’m sure you understand?” Her voice was soft with concern, “I understand, I’m upset too.” “Did you reach them? What did your son say?” “Mr. Tucker?” “Yes?” “There was no answer, his phone must be off,” her voice was stained, sounding weak and far away. “Tell me where your cabin is, I’m going up there,” I said, hastily reaching for Janie’s note which I had crumpled and thrown on the table. I would write the directions on the back. “Do you know North Conway?” “I can find it, I have a map,” I answered, anxiously waiting for her to explain how to get to their cabin on a pond. “You’ll never find it on your own, it’s way off the road.” “Mrs. Borden, just give me the name of the road, the police will be able to direct me,” I was getting impatient. Checking my watch, “shit, it’s already 9:30....sorry,” I apologized for my language. “The road doesn’t have a name, it would be too complicated to explain, even to the police.” “Try me, I’m good with directions.” I was getting agitated, the minutes were ticking by. “I’ll come and show you the way, it will only take me....” “Nonsense,” I cut her off thinking that she was at least an hour and a half away. “Mr. Tucker?” “Yes, Mrs. Borden?” “I’m on my way, my son may be in danger, tell me where we can meet.” Reluctantly, I suggested an all night service station out on the highway. I gave her my cell phone number and gave her a description of my truck. “See you soon,” she said. “Shit,” I had an hour and a half to kill, more if she got lost. I hadn’t gotten her cell phone number and she hadn’t told me what she would be driving. “Shit!” I called an assistant to tell him I was leaving town for a few hours. I made coffee and filled a thermos. Then, with plenty of time on my hands I filled another thermos with hot chocolate, remembering that Janie has always liked hot chocolate. The telephone rang, maybe Mrs. Borden was calling to say she was on her way. No such luck. It was Helen. “Haven’t you left yet?” Now that’s a dumb question, I thought. “I’m waiting for Mrs. Border, she said I wouldn’t be able to find it by myself.” “Na..than..iel! Why are you waiting for her? She lives in Massachusetts!” “I told you, so she can show me where the place is. But...How do you know where she lives?” “Because I talk to my daughter, unlike you, apparently,” Helen said, speaking in ‘reprimand,’ her favorite language. “Did she tell you she went there for Christmas?” I asked her, thinking, ‘while leaving me at home, alone.’ “Yes, I heard all about Eric and what a lovely home they have.” “I’ve heard that too,” I said, thinking, ‘that’s all I’ve heard for the last month.” “Call me when you find her,” Helen said. a sound of distress in her voice, making me feel sorry for her. “Better still, give me your cell phone number. I’ll check with you.” ‘No, no, no,’ I said to myself. Bad idea. But, still sorry for her being 3,000 miles away from her daughter, who may be stranded on a desolate road, and helpless to do anything herself, I relented. Having the number and feeling secure, she gave me one more shot, “he’s probably fucking her senseless right now.” “Nice,” I said but Helen had hung up the phone. At 11 she hadn’t shown up. I waited in my truck with the engine running, watching every car that pulled off the highway and under the lights. It was a cold but clear night. A foot of snow had fallen a few days before but the roads were clear. A few minutes after 11 a white SUV parked in front of my truck, the dark shadow of a female looked my way. She sat there, watching me. “Mrs. Borden?” I had made the first move, getting out of my truck and walking around to her door. “Yes, Mr. Tucker?” She greeted me in a pleasant but restrained voice. She had rolled down the window. The fog from our combined breath drifted up into the night. “I got permission from the station owner for you to park here, we’ll take my truck.” “I would prefer to drive.” “I have four wheel drive and a full tank of gas,” I countered. “I have four wheel drive, I’ll gas up while you lock your truck.” There was a finality in her voice that I hesitated to counter. She had rolled her window up and was backing toward the pumps. There was nothing for me to do but shut off my engine and lock my truck. As an afterthought, I went back for a small tool chest, knowing it contained was a flash light, and the two thermos. I warned her twice about black ice on the road. Although the road was clear there were spots where below freezing temperatures had frozen a thin residue of moisture. She drove the big SUV like a race car, lapping every other car on the road. Her gloved hands gripped the leather bound steering wheel with authority. She caught me sneaking peaks at her. I told myself I was only looking to make sure she was awake and alert. A tall woman, she wore corduroy slacks under a heavy parka and I suspected, a sweater. Short brown hair framed a round face, un-mistakenly Eric’s mother. There was a determined look on her pursed lips, like a race car driver, out in front of the other racers. I noticed her glance at me also. Except for my two warnings about the unseen, very deceptive ice, we drove in silence. Helen called. I told her where we were, saying it would be at least another hour before we arrived. In a congenial tone she told me she had tried Janie’s number several times, it was still shut off. “They’re probably fucking as was speak,” she said in a matter of fact way. “You don’t know that,” I answered, defensively as if I thought otherwise. “At least she’s on the pill.” “She is? How do you know?” “A mother knows these things, unlike you, I talk to my daughter. Have you been nice to Nancy?” “Yes,” I answered, thinking she must be speaking of Mrs. Borden, my companion. “We have allot in common.” “How’s that?” “Her man took off, the same as you did,” she spat out the words, taking pleasure in giving me a shot while knowing I would not respond. I had not taken off. The divorce had been her idea. Feeling injured, I had escaped to the other side of the country, also escaping my parental responsibilities. To Helen, I had taken off, only visiting the girls once each year. A sudden swerve, followed by a foot being applied to the breaks, briefly, wisely released, another swerve to the other side of the road, missing a passing car by inches, over correction of the steering wheel, another tap on the breaks, a bridge abutment coming at us, our lives passing before us, another swerve, breaking, breaking hard, tires squealing, skidding to a stop, the SUV shook in place before squatting down in its own ruts. The engine having cut itself off. My body jerked uncontrollably. Slowly, my senses came back. First, I heard the traffic on the road, headlights guiding the way. I smelled fear, mixed with the smell of leather-covered seats. I felt immobile, wilted, molded to the passenger’s seat. I heard a series of gasps, faintly coming from the direction of my companion. I unfastened both seat belts and took her into my arms. Her breathing was halted, causing the faint gasps and little jerks of her body. After several minutes I heard her lips make a smacking sound like she was trying to say something. She pulled away and sat back in her seat. “My name is Nancy, please call me that,” she said, holding out her gloved hand for me to accept. “Please call me Nat,” I said, smiling. She smiled back, clutching my hand in hers. She suggested that I drive. We had come to the stop on the meridian strip, too close to the barrier to open the driver’s door. “Don’t do that,” she said when I opened the passenger’s door. “We’ll do it this way.” She put the center seat down and slid onto it. “Now, climb over me.” We changed places with minimal body contact and got under way again, me driving. “You don’t happen to have a cigarette?” Nancy asked. We both laughed. As she began to calm down, Nancy became talkative, being very hard on herself for being stubborn, not listening to my advice about the black ice. There was an easiness about her, comfortable being in my presence. No longer in a rush to get there, she cautioned me to stay within the speed limit. Nancy was a fifth grade school teacher. Her husband, Peter, had remarried and was starting a second family. Because of Eric’s football scholarship, Peter had stopped making child support payments. Although contrary to the divorce agreement, Nancy had let him slide. She told me of her concerns. It was not, as I had suspicioned, that her son was alone with a girlfriend. She was angry at him for taking the keys to the cabin without permission. He knew there was no electricity, no heat and no water this time of year. There was a small generator used for lights and to pump water during the summer months but the pipes had been drained for the winter. There was a small propane stove used for cooking. “But we’re probably low on gas and propane both, it’s better not to have flammable materials around,” she lamented. “Isn’t there a fireplace or stove,” I asked, thinking of Janie catching her death in the cold. “There’s a fireplace that we use to dry out the cabin in the late spring but it’s not to me used this time of year. Besides, there’s no dry wood, I’m sure.” “Why is he not to use it?” I asked. “Because, the structure is not insured for fire in the winter. The road is a private way and not plowed out. The fire department can’t get in and the insurance company refuses to sell me fire insurance.” One other thing came to mind, bathroom facilities. I didn’t ask. She wanted to know about me and was surprised to learn that I was not a professor. Eric had told her that I worked at the college. She apologized for assuming. “As the head of maintenance I get mistaken for a professor all the time,” I joked. I told her what Helen had said, that Eric was probably fucking our daughter senseless. I went on to say that my ex-wife was probably seeing a parallel because we had been the same age, I had been a 20 year old junior and she a 19 year old sophomore when we started dating. We got married and our first daughter was born the following year. I got a job at the school; Helen had to drop out. “Do you think that’s what they are doing, having sex?” I couldn’t answer her directly. What did she think? What did she take me for? “It’s just that she’s so small next to him,” I said, musing to myself. “Really?” I looked over at Nancy. What was she saying? “You saw them together, she’s only 5’7”, didn’t you think she looked small next to him, he’s what, 6’4”?” “I haven’t seen them together, where did you get that idea?” “Sure you did, at Christmas, you were home when they came for Christmas?” We looked at one another. Nancy put her hand to her lips, her eyes had suddenly gotten very big. “He came home for two days, but said he had to go back to school to catch up on his class work.” We knew. A cramp went through my gut. Janie left the day after Christmas, saying she was going to spend the rest of school vacation at Eric’s house. My daughter had lied to me. “The cabin,” we said in unison. Then we fell quiet, lost in our own thoughts. Nancy directed me through the village, up and down hills and through snow covered roads. We made a sharp turn onto a narrow road. “It’s two miles on this road, you’ll see our road on the right.” It was slow going. The SUV plowed through the ruts, made by repeated thawing and freezing, shifting to lower gears when we hit patches of freshly fallen snow. I stepped on the gas, nudging the big car off the road, parking next to Eric’s small hatchback. Nancy carried an overnight bag. I carried my tool chest, the thermoses and two gallons of water which she had thought to bring. Ski Trip: Skies Optional We hiked the half mile through drifted snow, following the tracks of our children, made a few hours before. The hard walking made me loose some of the anger which had been brewing inside me since discovering Janie had lied to me. Finding her safe was my only objective. Nancy was breathing hard but there was little I could do to assist her, being weighted down like a pack mule. Stumbling our way, falling and cursing, we made our way through the thick woods, guided only by the dim light of my flash light. Coming to a clearing, we saw a thin stream of smoke making its way into the dark sky. Nancy grabbed my arm for support, gasping for air, she gave me a brief hug before turning back toward the cabin. I felt a snow flake hit my cheek, then another. The fire was smoldering but no heat was being generated from it. Remains of a late supper cluttered the floor in front of the fireplace. A small radio lay next to an empty coke can. Stubs of two candles were on the mantle. I lit one of the candles and turned off my flashlight, wanting to conserve the batteries. Off the large room were two doors to other rooms, both closed. The only sound was the flicker of the candle. Nancy took my flashlight and opened one of the doors. Turning to me and pointing to the open door, she nodded to me before closing it. She went to the other door and soon returned. “They’ve got all the blankets,” she whispered, a forlorn look on her face. “There’s no wood to burn?” I asked her. “We didn’t prepare for this, it looks like he’s been trying to burn green wood, ” she shrugged. I tried to get Helen on the phone but couldn’t get a dial tone. I turned the phone to off, telling myself that I must conserve the battery. Nancy offered me half of a sandwich from her overnight bag. We drank a cup of hot chocolate and tried to decide what to do. It was nearing 2:00 a.m. We decided to get some rest and wait until morning, thinking that the situation and what to do about it would be brighter in the light of day. The question at hand was how do we go about getting some rest. Looking around the room I did not see a single piece of furniture that looked comfortable. “Come with me,” Nancy said, leading me by the hand to the bedroom. “We’ll put your coat and my coat over us. Our body heat will help.” There was one thin blanket over the sheets on the bed. Nancy spread my coat on the blanket and covered it with her own. We took off our boots. I offered her one of my spare pairs of socks which she gladly accepted. “Please turn the other way,” she said. I did, shivering as I removed my pants, leaving my socks and flannel shirt on. “I loosed my bra so it won’t bind me if I get to sleep. But don’t get any ideas,” she laughed as she dived under the makeshift covers. “I should have thought to do that,” she said, upon seeing my long johns. “This should help,” I said, throwing my pants on top of the two coats. It felt strange, crawling into bed with the mother of my daughter’s boyfriend, a woman I had met under very tense and trying conditions, only a few hours before. The sheets were like ice, making me shiver as I felt Nancy’s back snuggle up to me. “Well?” she said as if she was speaking to one of her fifth graders, “aren’t you going to put your arm around me?” Clumsily and unintended, my hand landed a little high, briefly. “Oops, sorry,” I said, lowering my hand to the area of her tummy. “I won’t hold it against you,” she giggled. Then turning, our lips touched. “Now lets get some sleep, goodnight,” she said, covering my hand with hers. “Goodnight,” I said, hoping she couldn’t feel my stiffness against her butt. “Nat?” “Yes?” “If I wasn’t so pissed at my son, if circumstances were different......” “I know,” I answered, shivering, feeling only the warmth of her hand on mine. “Eeeeek! Eeeeek!” Without opening my eyes I knew that Janie had discovered us. It was the same sound she had made in early childhood when a boy put a frog down the front of her dress. Nancy jumped from the bed and I followed, more shocked by the cold floor than my daughters discovery that her father was in bed with a strange woman. This triggered something. Strange woman, Janie had lied to me about going to the Borden home at Christmas time. Nancy was a stranger to her. Infuriated, I put on my pants and looked for my boots. For the next half hour we tiptoed around one another, formulating strategy for the plan of attack. Fully clothed and freezing, we circled one another like wolves scouting a flock of sheep. Janie was furious with me. According to her I had betrayed our trust, I was treating her like a child and I had invaded her privacy. Try as I might, I could not make her understand how she had let her mother and me down by lying to us twice. Nor was she embarrassed that I had found her in bed with Eric. “Shouldn’t you be embarrassed, considering how I found you this morning?” My explanation that we were just trading body heat fell on deaf ears. Nancy was speaking with Eric in the kitchen while trying to prepare breakfast from the meager food stocks. Janie and I traded barbs in the great room where I was trying to build a fire, having broke a rickety chair into pieces. “Call your mother,” I ordered, handing her my cell phone. “I can’t, it’s to early, I would wake her,” she said. “Janie, she’s been up all night, I assure you, you won’t wake her.” Of course she couldn’t get a dial tone. Things had not changed since the night before. “Go outside, maybe you can pick up a signal out there,” I said, not knowing if the phone would work. I just wanted to get her out of my sight for a few minutes so I could think. Fully dressed with boots, snow pants, parka and armed with all four cell phones, Janie got to the door before exclaiming, “ It snowed!” Met at the doorway by a wall of snow, we couldn’t get outside. And, snow was still falling. “Breakfast is served,” Nancy announced, adding that we may as well have something to eat while we decided what could be done. We shared two slices of fried bologna, a banana and a can of peaches, all portioned out to the nearest gram. Nancy gave us each two soda crackers, carefully resealing the cracker box without revealing how many crackers were left. She had reheated the coffee I had brought in the thermos. Forgotten was the disappointment with our children which Nancy and I shared. The four of us huddled around the burning chair in the fireplace, eating slowly, making our plans as how to dig our way to the road and the four wheel drive SUV. I cursed myself for not bringing the shovel that I always keep in my truck. Eric went to the kitchen and retrieved a large pan that was used to boil water for bathing and washing clothes. “We can use this as a shovel,” he said. We used the first pans of snow to fill the bathtub for water to be used to flush the toilet. I wondered if it would melt. Eric and I took turns with the pan, shoveling a path to the road. After an hour we had cleared a distance of ten feet, one person wide. Janie came outside to try her luck with the phones. She and Eric put allot of effort into getting past one another in the narrow path, taking their sweet time trading places, deciding to trade again. I went inside for a break. The fire in the fireplace had died down, Nancy was searching the cupboards for canned goods. Our kids had brought very little to eat, planning to go into town when they got hungry. “Or live on love,” Nancy said sarcastically. “It hasn’t been that long, you haven’t forgotten those days when you lived on love, have you?” I asked her. “Ah, those were the days,” she said dreamily. “It shouldn’t take us more that two days to dig our way to the road,” I said, immediately wishing I hadn’t. Janie came inside, unable to make any of the phones work. Eric and I worked all day, panning the path. As we got away from the cabin, where drifts were the highest, we were able to increase our pace. Nancy and Janie came out to help, using buckets to widen the path. By the end of the day we were more that half way to the road. But there were still pockets where drifting would make our job more difficult. We heated snow water to clean ourselves up. I used Janie’s tooth paste and Eric offered me the use of his razor. Feeling refreshed, I looked around our frigid surroundings and silently wished there was a way Janie could contact her mother to let her know she was okay. Nancy picked out two more chairs for me to burn. We sat in front of a blazing fire, all dressed in boots and heavy jackets, feasting on soda crackers and drinking very weak hot tea. There was a jovial mood among us, knowing that by the end of the next day we would reach the road, where civilization awaited us only a few miles away. “What I wouldn’t give for a steak right now, medium rare,” I said. “I could go for that, a big juicy one with another one on the side,” Eric trumped me. “A nice hot shower and a clean warm bed,” Janie offered. “Right now, I would settle for some more furniture to burn,” Nancy said dryly. Janie tuned the radio to a station playing music and invited Eric to dance. I sat watching them, being young, carefree. I wondered how I would square things with Janie. For now, we were at peace with one another but there was the matter of trust, she had lied to me. In her mind I had overstepped my bounds by coming to get her. We were at an impasse. Nancy tapped me on the shoulder. I got to my feet and we danced. Janie and Eric made fun of us, calling us old folks who didn’t know the steps. They were right. It was still fun, holding Nancy, feeling her move with me, against me. As the fire burned down we danced, dreamily, in our boots. Eric begin to yawn, Janie took it up. I knew what they were up to. Working in the cool air all day had made us all tired. Getting to bed so late the night before had taken its toll on me. I yawned. Eric brought up the subject to me. “Are you going to sleep with my mother again?” I looked at Nancy, seeking her reaction to the question. “We could all four sleep together in the same bed, would that suit you?” she suggested. “Oh no,” Eric said laughing, looking to Janie who, though embraced, laughed along with him. “Give us some of the blankets from your bed, we won’t have to sleep so close,” Nancy challenged. “I guess we can spare one of them,” Janie offered. “Make it two, you can throw your coats on top of the bed, that’s what we did last night.” The deal was struck and I kept my mouth shut, having wanted to tell my daughter that if she wore some clothes to bed that would help. She had been wearing a long T-shirt that morning when she found us in bed together. There was no pretension when Nancy ordered me to turn the other way. We had spread the two blankets on the bed, topped by our coats. When I turned back, she was standing by the side of the bed, wearing the sweat shirt and corduroys. “Those should help out,” she said, pointing to her sweater and bra on top of our coats. I threw my pants on the bed and jumped in with her. We lay on our backs, staring into the dark cold air, trying to become accustomed to the cold sheets. I felt her hand touch mine, entwining our fingers. “I haven’t slept with anyone in a long time,” I heard her say, cautiously. “What did you call last night?” I asked, knowing that was not what she meant. “You know what I mean,” she whispered. I squeezed her hand to confirm that I knew. “I don’t know,” I said, “I’m a little rusty.” “You know what they say about a rusty gate, don’t you?” “No, what do they say?” “Swing it open and shut a few times and the rust goes away.” “A little oil does wonders,” I said, turning my body her way. “Oil is good,” she whispered, turning to meet me. Her lips quivered when I kissed her, opening to my gentle nudge. I rolled her on her back and she clung to me, moving her tongue with mine. The skin under her sweat shirt was warm, quivering to my touch. I stoked her side and back, my hand open and moving slowly, tracing every inch. Her lips quivered with excitement, like a spasm, like quick sand, pulling me under. “Ohhh,” she gasp as I touched her breast, still clinging to me, lips quivering. “That’s nice,” she encouraged me and I felt the nipple grow as I gently rolled it between two fingers. “It’s too cold for that,” she said when I tried to stick my head under her sweat shirt to take her nipples into my mouth. Contentedly, I kissed her, making her tongue a target while squeezing her breasts and rolling her nipples between my fingers. I felt her hand on my cock, first just rubbing it through my long johns, then finding the way inside and encasing me. The corduroys made swishing sounds as she wiggled out of them. The panties followed. I could feel the heat from her thighs. “Ahhhh,” she uttered when my hand made the slightest contact with her pussy. Then, to reassure me, her hand covered mine, holding it there, saying, “yes, that’s nice.” The aroma from her arousal flooded my nostrils. Excitedly, she attempted to pull my long johns down, making my cock ache when it got tangled up in the opening. I raised up and jerked them down, matching her excitement. “It’s too cold for that,” she said when I lowered my head to her stomach, kissing my way to her crotch. Contentedly, I rubbed her wetness, inserting one finger, making her moan when my thumb made contact with her clit. She stroked my cock, pulling me to her. I hovered above her, letting her move my cock up and down her inflamed slit. “No hurry,” I assured her as she wiggled me in and around her sensitive lips. When she was ready she moved one hand to my back while pointing me to the right spot. Three short thrusts and we were joined but I could tell that the excitement had taxed her energy. I remained still, pecking her chin and cheeks with little kisses. When she brought her lips to mine I resumed the short thrusts, easing in and out, slowly, leisurely enjoying our union. Holding her legs open wide with both hands, Nancy invited me to thrust deeper. For the first time that day, I was actually warm. She let her legs go and clutched me to her, mumbling something about how good it felt to have me inside her. “Is it too cold for this?” I whispered in her ear, knowing the answer. “It’s..... just..... right.....swing......that.....gate,” she whispered back, laboring to breath between words. I placed my arms behind her knees to support her legs. Thrusting deep now I heard the bed springs squeak. I felt her teeth bite down on my shoulder as her hand pinched my neck. Feeling her shudder under me, I measured five long thrusts, dropping her legs and halting deep within her, waiting seconds for the release. Spurt, shudder, spurt....., shudder, followed by one last discharge. Our bodies shuddered together. Breathing haltingly, Nancy held me to her, finding my lips. Her lips quivered. My balls felt slick with dampness and my heart beat rapidly, sending blood pounding to my head. We laughed when we discovered the coats had fallen from the bed. Nancy found a towel to clean us up. We rearranged the blankets and put the coats back on the bed. We put her slacks my long john bottoms back on. “That was fun, not bad for a rusty gate,” Nancy mused as she lay next to me, rubbing the bite mark she had made on my shoulder. “I wonder if they heard us.” “Not bad indeed, who cares if they heard us?” “Janie’s wish, a hot shower and a clean warm bed, that’s what I would like. With you in it, naked of course.” “We can arrange that,” I said, “if we get out of here tomorrow. How about staying at my place tomorrow night? Hot shower, clean warm bed, we can sleep naked.” “Oh, that’s tempting but I have to work the next day. Give me a rain check?” We both jumped when we heard the racket from the other room. Un-mistakenly, it was Janie’s voice, shrieking but barely audible above the squeak of bedsprings, “YES.....YES.....Yeeeeeeessss.....,” followed by silence, then a few minutes later, voices, soft murmurs, in the cold dark night. We heard it again as daybreak came, no mistake about it, bedsprings were squeaking in the next room. Nancy stirred as if she was ready to hit the cold floor. I clutched her to me, rubbing her back with both hands. She went still. My hands went under her sweat shirt, feeling the smooth skin on her back. I pulled the shirt up as far as I could. She raised her body and smiled down at me, lifting her arms for the shirt to be removed. She hovered above me as I tested the weight of her tits, seeing them for the first time. She tugged at my top and I raised my body so she could pull it over my head. She ran her hands through my chest hair, smiling, her tits dangling for my pleasure. Sounds from the next room were becoming louder, more pronounced. Knowing what we were about to do, her pants and my long john bottoms came off quickly and we were naked, except for our socks. It was too cold in the room to stay without clothes for long. Nancy swung one leg over my waist and brought my cock to her pussy. Supporting herself with one hand on my chest, she rubbed me up and down her slit, watching me, total concentration on her face. She almost brought me off with the contact. I placed my hands on her sides to help support her. With a look of determination, she lowered herself to me, taking three tries to become fully impaled. Smiling down at me with a look of accomplishment on her face, my only thought, ‘how beautiful she is.’ As Nancy begin to move her tits moved with her. When she speeded up our coats tumbled to the floor and I no longer felt the cold that I somehow knew was still there. She leaned forward, suspending her ass so I could pump into her. I moved my hands to her tits to support her as I thrust upward, feeling the warmth being generated by my efforts. Nancy took over again, throwing her head back like a cowgirl taming a bronco, her hands clutching the mane, my chest hair, each time she lifted her butt. We took turns with the work, her bouncing on my hardness and then giving me the reins, so to speak, to push myself off the bed and into her warm soft wet cunt. She bit her lip, signaling that she was close. I took her hips in my hands and pumped upward, fast and hard, causing her to fall on me. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, ahhhh, don’t ever...,” her words sounding like she was coughing up gravel that had been lodged deep within her throat. Our bodies shook together for a minute, until the cool air brought us out of the spell. All was quiet in the cabin. After a cup of weak hot tea and two crackers each, Nancy later admitted that she had reused two tea bags, we resumed our work. We worked quickly, with purpose and amused ourselves with talk of our favorite food. We had demolished the large pan and had to resort to using a bucket to shovel. Eric was up ahead when Janie sidled up to me in the narrow path. “Dad, I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you the truth, I want you to know that it was wrong. I’m sorry I caused you and mom to worry about me, can you ever forgive me?” What could I say? I hugged her and said, “tap you feet, honey, your mother will kill me if I let your toes freeze.” Digging through one last drift we were able to see the cars. Nancy went back to lock the cabin, whispering to me as she slide into the passenger’s seat, “did you see my panties anyplace?” “I didn’t take them, honest,” I offered. When we got out on the road Janie was able to speak with her mother, somehow convincing her that all was well. She shrieked when Nancy gave her the news. My ex-wife was considering marriage. We stopped at a pancake restaurant and ordered breakfast, then lunch. “Next weekend, we’ll dig out your car, I’ll bring a shovel,” I suggested to Eric. Ski Trip: Skies Optional “I’ll bring a bundle of dry wood to burn,” he said. “I’ll bring lots of food and blankets,” Nancy offered. “I’ll bring my skis,” Janie said, grinning and turning red. {my thanks to Patrick} Ski Trip With My Sexy Stepmom I have a hot stepmother. Not a silicone busted, thong-wearing, model-hot stepmother, but a good-looking, friendly and nice woman with a decent body who has always been great to me since she came into our family when I was 15. Better than I deserved, probably. Better than my father deserved, too, but as Marsha put it: "When my husband died he left me with big debts, little cash and a lot of anger. I wasn't exactly a bargain." Marsha and I grew close, partly because my father spent a lot of time on the road for his company, and partly because she was ten years younger than him. She was good company. She also liked to hug and be close, something my father complained "smothered" him. His loss. Many a night when my father was out of town we'd end up snuggling on the sofa with popcorn and a movie. There was a definite chemistry, a little tickling and a lot of flirting. She even said if SHE were ten years younger... It may have been innocent to Marsha, but it wasn't so innocent to me. She went braless when she wanted to be comfortable and I enjoyed seeing her breasts bounce beneath her sweatshirt. She had a nice round ass that I worshipped, too. She must have felt me get hard when we spooned on the couch while watching a movie, but she never pulled away. Well...almost never. I discovered early on that if I pushed against her ass too obviously she'd get up for a bathroom break or a soda, a subtle way of setting boundaries without reprimanding me. Knowing I couldn't simply push my dick against Marsha's ass, I started doing different things to satisfy my boyish sexual preoccupation during the movies: blowing on her ear, fingertip massage of her neck, tickling her ribs, tickling behind her knees, etc. With all the laughter and giggling and hysterics I ended up holding on tightly to a woman who was squirming and wiggling. That's about as close as you can come to sex without actually having sex. Of course I had sex with myself in bed afterwards. Fast forward a couple years. I entered a local college and joined a fraternity my second year. Every now and then a brother would stop over at the house or even spend the night if we'd been out partying. That's how Marsha met Heath, an Australian fraternity brother over here on a swimming scholarship. He pronounced his name more like Hay-ith and said it slow and kind of harsh. It didn't matter. He had a great body, great eyes and my mother was totally smitten. Gaa-gaa. I was jealous, but what could I do? It was a harmless crush, anyway. Except I got annoyed when she would ask me during every phone call how he was or when he was coming by. Heath thought she was pretty nice, too, which didn't help things. I started mocking Heath by imitating his accent and saying stupid things in his accent while driving in my car or when alone. Truth was, he wasn't that bright. He wasn't a bad guy, though, I was just jealous Dad and Marsha's marriage started going downhill around this time. Marsha said some things and I picked up on other things. They stayed together, though. I'm sorry to say I sided more with Marsha, but I did understand my Dad's side when it came to her overspending on clothes and such. The shopping gene, I guess. In the winter of "99 our fraternity rented a fifteen room lodge at Mammoth Mountain in California for a 5 day holiday. Marsha was all excited when I told her about it because she thought that the timing was great for a visit to her friend in Lake Tahoe, which wasn't too far away. We'd drive up together and she would continue on to Lake Tahoe and come back and pick me up afterwards. I would miss out on some fraternal camaraderie by not driving with Brothers, but there would be opportunity to make up for it at the lodge. Everything was set, and then it all came undone. We saw 9 inches of snow before we got to Mammoth. The Highway Patrol made us buy and put on tire chains and we were hours late arriving. No way could Marsha continue driving on, so she had to spend the night with me. Still, it was an adventure and kind of fun, and we were drinking hot rum in front of a fire by 8pm. Marsha was in great spirits, helped by being away from home, the rum and seeing "Hay-ith". The two of them were almost embarrassing, flirting, going outside to see the snow, going outside to bring in wood (there was plenty already) and carrying on. I went looking for them at one point and found Heath and Marsha making out furiously. It was like a blow to the stomach, but there was nothing I could do about it. Marsha would have ended up in Heath's room for sure, but Heath's girlfriend's best friend (and sorority sister) Jenny arrived. Once he heard her unmistakable laugh upstairs he knew the game with Marsha was over. Any transgressions would be reported. Heath made some excuse to Marsha and rejoined the group in front of the fire. Marsha tried to hide the blow to her ego with an extra drink or two. There were other guys to share some laughs with, and me, but by 11 she was slurring her words and starting to nod off. Between the blizzard and the drive it had been a long day. I helped Marsha upstairs and took off her boots at her request. She made it into the bathroom on her own. A few minutes later she emerged in a knee-length flannel nightgown and pulled back the covers, claiming the near side of the bed "My side!" With a great sigh she plopped face down on the bed. I said I was going back down, then for no apparent reason, said I'd send Heath to tuck her in. It was a total lie. I was just trying to be funny. "In my dreams" Marsha murmured. I laughed and let myself out, turning out the light. I hadn't gone three steps when an evil thought occurred to me: What if I went back in a few minutes and used my fake Aussie voice, pretending to be Heath? My heart stopped. My breathing stopped. Wow! The lights were out...Marsha was drunk...Hmmm. Could I pull something off? I didn't have the same body, but could I fake it? Did I have the balls? What might be the consequences? Would Marsha ever speak to me again if she found out? The moment was electric. I went over all my Aussie phrases and what I might say. I thought of right and wrong, then took a deep breath and turned around. It was worth I try. I knocked lightly and let myself in, never turning on the light. "Marsha" I said in my best Aussie accent. "I'm back to tuck you in, luv." Marsha raised her head and mumbled something incoherently about Kevin. "Kevin's downstairs watching bush telly with some girl. He's going to rage on for hours. " I said. "Forget about him. Now you...you never left word about the massage, dear. This lodge offers a free massage to all guests before we tuck you in for the night. Just relax and let me do all the work...There, doesn't that feel marvelous on the shoulders?" "Heath, you bastard...you.....ahhhh....that feels wonderful. I wouldn't let anyone else...ummmmm Heath........yesss.....ummmmmm....ohhh, never mind." I continued my fake Aussie-accented babbling while massaging Marsha's back through her nightgown. "Yeaaahh, you're still tight in the center of your back. Must be that blizzard you drove through. Great back, though." Marsha continued moaning as I worked my way down her back. When I got to her butt she tried to stop me, although my hands never stopped working. "Heath. What are you doing? Heath?" Marsha was tipsy, but still awake. "Relax, Marsha. This is where it gets good." I moved my hands in opposite circles on Marsha's ass cheeks, something I'd seen in a pseudo-porno video on cable once. It seemed almost legitimate, plus it raised the hem of Marsha's nightgown to the bottom of her ass. I varied the speed a little, which gave me the opportunity to raise the hem a little higher, exposing a curve of panty covered ass. When I moved my hands to the sides of her ass, I "accidentally" let my fingers catch the gown and pull it up over Marsha's ass. Marsha realized this after a couple seconds and tried to pull it down. She only half-succeeded. "Heath...Heath!.." Marsha gave a shiver at this point, either because of a draft or what I was doing to her. My hands were already giving her ass a vigorous massage. I had started on top of her panties, but was bunching them up as I worked and twisting the flat of my hand in such a way as to maximize contact with her soft ass cheeks. Marsha made an "umph" sound and pushed her ass into the bed when my thumbs raked down the crack of her butt. I squeezed her ass and kneaded the soft flesh I had always dreamed of, pulling her anus very, very gently. She gave a muffled scream at that, then one hand flailed at me for a second and stopped. Thinking I may have pushed things too far, I began some "long strokes", as they were described in a massage book I browsed through while nursing a 90-minute-coffee one Friday night at a bookstore. The strokes started above the knee and went up across the thigh and ended in the small of the back. Of course they crossed the ass, but they had the effect of lessening the sexual tension for a minute. Both hands up, both hands down. Both hands up, both hands down. Repeat. Repeat. Just when Marsha relaxed a little I grabbed the band of her panties on either side of her waist on the downstroke and pulled. The panties came off to below her ass. I continued my strokes as if nothing had happened. Marsha did notice, though, and protested through slightly slurred and murmured words. "Heath, my panties!...you......devil...you can't....." "Just getting warmed up, here, luv. We can't have any Yank sheilas saying that the Aussie swimmer was anything less than a deadest bonzer, now, can we? I held my breath, thinking that I was about to be discovered, and used the moment for a few caresses of Marsha's soft inner thigh. Might as well get what I can before I'm caught, I reasoned. But Marsha laughed. And when she stopped laughing she started giggling. I used the moment to take her panties all the way off. She actually lifted her body a little to help. The tone of her giggles changed when I spread her legs a little and began stroking my fingers up and down her thighs. Her skin fluttered once or twice involuntarily as my fingernails or fingertips passed over, but the giggles continued. I was quickly approaching the point of no return. Marsha stopped giggling when my fingertips found her labia. I teased around them for a moment, feeling the outline, then licked the tip of my index finger and inserted it a half-inch. Marsha stiffened and let out a short "Ahh!" I wiggled my finger slightly and pushed it farther in, feeling warm, wet pussy. "Ohhhhhhhhhh" Marsha trembled slightly, then pushed back against my finger. I think my jaw dropped in shock. We had lain together and snuggled many a night on the couch, but this was a whole new level of intimacy. I pulled my finger out and put it in my mouth, partly to re-wet it, but mostly to taste my stepmother. She had that typical slightly salty, pussy taste that can't be described in words. At least not by me. I quickly re-inserted my finger and plunged it farther in, twisting and turning it. My idle middle finger teased around her clit. Marsha jerked and moaned in pleasure. I leaned back. This was working out better than I had thought, but what now? Just bring her off with my fingers? Lick her pussy to orgasm? Fuck her? Fuck her!??? Could I? Was there a chance I could actually get that far with her? Without her knowing? What would be the consequences if I got caught? I decided it was worth a chance. I'd blame it on the rum. I kept one finger in Marsha and one finger teasing her clitoris, undoing my shoelaces, pants, socks and underwear with my other hand. It was a major balancing act. I was tempted to try doggie-style, but it seemed too risky, so I resigned myself to just entering Marsha while she lay on her stomach. To prepare her I stuck two fingers in her vagina, then two fingers and thumb. She loved it so much I could see her ass move in time with my thrusts. This was going to be sweet. I felt a moment of doubt as I poised over Marsha's half-nude body, but there was no turning back. I spit on one palm, rubbed the spit on the head of my dick to ease my path and lowered myself into position behind Marsha's pussy. A half second later I felt the head of my prick part the warm walls of Marsha's pussy. She stiffened for a second, then I felt her relax and take a deep breath and push back against me. I was in. IN! "Oh, Heath....Heath.....That's lovely. Lovely.......Ummmmmm. It's been too long" I could have come in seconds if I'd wanted. It was that sexy a moment. I felt my prick buried in the softness that ended at the bottom of her rounded ass, which felt so fantastic against my stomach. I took a deep breath and pulled out, then pushed in. Again and again I rammed the length of my prick as far as I could get it into that soft wetness, then ground into Marsha's ass for good measure when I reached the end. I was so focused on Marsha's pussy and butt it had totally skipped my mind that I could probably reach up under Marsha's nightgown and feel her breasts-at least a little. I slipped my hands along her ribs for a second, then under her and there they were! Marsha actually moved on to her elbows to allow me easier access. Something about that, just moving to let me feel her tits, started me coming a few seconds later. It just seemed sexy. I came in gobs and spurts, moaning in my fake Aussie voice, pumping Marsha until I was drained. Unfortunately, Marsha didn't come. I started worrying about how long it might take in her condition, whether she might turn the light on soon after and how every second (almost) seemed to increase my chance of being found out. I decided to split. I gathered up my clothes in the dim light and offered a last bit of Aussie BS to cover a fast exit. "Well, I'll be stoked til the sparrows fart. I hope you liked our tuck-in service. Do call again." I was out of the room before Marsha realized what was going on. I heard her say something as I left, but I didn't hear it clearly. Out in the hall I finished dressing and went downstairs. I got a Coke, stood before the fire (bush television, in Aussie slang, by the way) and walked around in a daze. Nothing seemed real. I heard bits of conversation and laughter, but I wasn't a part of it. Someone talked about skiing and someone else about a new BMW. It was as if they talked in Croatian. It just didn't register. I moved on. Shot a lousy game of pool. I went outside. Kept moving. And always I kept hearing this voice: I just fucked my stepmother....I just fucked my stepmother... The truth of the matter is that I didn't feel good. I had taken advantage of somebody. It wasn't right. It had been more fun to masturbate after having her twisting body rub against me while I tickled her during a bad movie. Fuck! Fuck! I felt guilty as hell. How soon could I slink back to the room and sneak into bed? I hadn't looked at my watch when leaving the room, but it was probably an hour later when I returned and quietly opened the door. It was dark, but I immediately sensed the humidity and smell of shampoo. Marsha had roused enough to take a shower. I undressed quickly and prepared to slip quickly beneath the covers on "my" side of the bed. "Hey." Marsha whispered before I could complete my mission. I held my breath to hear what else she had to say and mentally prepared to rid my voice of anything that sounded the least bit Australian when I spoke. "Did you have a good time, Kevin?" Marsha asked. "Umm-hmm. I'm tired, though. Can't keep my eyes open." I whispered. I slipped into bed in my underwear, but remained awake and on-guard. Marsha didn't sound drunk, but she didn't sound stone cold sober, either. Neither one of us said anything for a minute, then Marsha broke the silence. "I don't know about you, but I could use a cuddle." I slid over and spooned Marsha loosely. She made a good-natured, grumbling noise of complaint and pulled my hand around her firmly. A few deep breaths later we were spooning tightly and Marsha was stroking my hand absently. "Confession time, Kevin. I have something to tell you. I put it off for tonight, then I was going to put it off til morning, but then something happened and I figured maybe right now was best." "I'm listening." A long breath was followed by a longer pause. "Your dad's a good man, but I'm afraid we're growing farther apart every year. We haven't been intimate in some time...and I was wondering how to tell him I couldn't go on this way when he told ME. We're supposed to sit down with a mediator when I get back and see if we can be civil and work out the details of a trial separation. Of course I said, "Yes". I think we can. I love your dad as a person, but we're not soulmates. I nodded in the dark, said, "hmmm" and took it all in before responding. "That's some confession" I said solemnly. "Oh, that's not the confession part." Marsha said, removing my hand and sitting upright for a moment before taking off her nightgown. I stopped breathing. My stepmother was now nude. She tossed her nightgown on a chair and turned towards me beneath the covers. "I have two confessions, actually, but first I want a hug." I was happy to oblige, and held her warm body tight. My dick was stirring again. Marsha sighed contentedly. "Okay. Confession One, I threw up a half-hour ago and used your toothbrush afterwards because I couldn't find mine. I'll pay for a new one tomorrow, but right now don't let me breathe on you, because I know my breath is awful." I laughed nervously and said "Okay," then made a few sounds of contentment myself as Marsha reached down and stroked my thigh near my dick. Marsha started to put a leg across my leg, then stopped. "Are you ready for confession number two?" "Yes...I think so, anyway." Marsha slid her leg over until she was straddling me, breasts swaying in the dim light. She made a little "Mmm" sound and looked down at me. "Running into Heath reminded me of something." "What's that?" I asked tentatively, running my hands up her soft sides. Marsha took a deep breath and whispered her reply. "I'm horny as hell!" Ski Trip She resumed sucking me, taking me higher and higher. I moved my hand down and pulled open her pussy lips so that her clit was exposed to the air and my fingers. I could feel her labia expand and contract with the rhythm of Craig's thrusts. I felt her stiffen and cum again. Craig gasped, feeling the warm rush of her cum running over his cock as she clamped down on him. As I started to swell in her mouth Kim stopped sucking me and concentrated on Craig moving in and out of her pussy. Just before Craig reached the point of no return, Kim stopped him and told him she wanted to be on top. He lay down and she slid quickly onto him, savoring every inch that penetrated her. She moved faster and I knew another orgasm was close. She was looking me right in the eye as she got closer and closer to cuming and I could see the intensity building in her face. I'll never know why, but I winked at her, and she exploded. Craig, unable to withstand the pulses of Kim's pussy, shook in orgasm as he shot his load into her. After a moment of rest she rolled off Craig and pulled me onto her. As I entered her cum-soaked pussy I realized that I had not felt anything quite like it: the combination of their cum was overwhelming. I moved back and forth inside her and she almost instantly started to cum again. I could feel it over my growing cock. Kim moaned in my ear, "Give it to me, fill me up, shoot it inside me!" I swelled and felt myself lost in orgasm as I pumped my load into my love. I moved off her and we all lay back and rested. Just as I thought the evening was at an end, Kim went down and licked my cum-covered cock clean. Smiling, she said she had one more thing in mind. She next took Craig's hardening cock in her mouth. After getting him erect she again climbed over him and slid him into her. She then motioned me to her mouth. I stood on the bed as she sucked my cock, feeling the life flowing back into me as she worked me over. Her hips were thrusting over Craig's. When I was hard she asked me to go around behind her. I looked at her questioningly and she nodded. As I got in position behind her I realized that I had not brought any lube with us. I told Kim this and she said she thought that we had enough lube of our own already. I tried to enter her tight ass, but after several attempts I knew that I wasn't going to succeed. Craig's cock in her pussy and the lack of lube ruled out double penetration, or so I thought. As I tried to penetrate her anus, I accidentally slipped down to her pussy and landed against Craig's cock. Kim's response was a surprised, "Yes, do it there" and backed into me. I pushed harder and felt myself start to slip into her vagina next to Craig's cock. Kim has a tight pussy and while not large, Craig and I are not small. I didn't think it was possible, but I slowly pushed into her. I could hear her moan - somewhere between pain and pleasure. It didn't take long before she was lost in orgasm, sending Craig over the edge. I felt the warm flow of their combined cum wash over my cock. Craig pulled out; I started pounding into Kim as hard as I could. She turned to look at me and said, "That's it, fuck me, fuck me!" That was all I could take and pumped another load into her. We all collapsed - no one moved. Craig was the first to get up and go to the restroom. When he came out he said he thought he should go back to his room. We didn't protest, telling him that we'd see him tomorrow. I snuggled next to Kim and after a few minutes she told me she wanted one more thing before we slept. I was a little taken back when she asked me to go down on her. God, I couldn't even count the loads of cum Craig and I had shot into her. Amazing woman! I slowly kissed my way down to her pussy. Her lips were red and swollen, with traces of cum dribbling from her. I started nibbling her clit before moving lower. Her sharp intakes of breath and words of encouragement soon had me licking and sucking her with abandon. The cum seemed to make her pussy softer. As I brought her to orgasm, I felt her tighten and a huge pool of our combined cum gushed from her pussy into my mouth. At long last, tired and satisfied, I snuggled up next to her. She pushed back, pressing her bottom against me like someone snuggling down into a soft quilt. We talked about the evening, both of us happy with the experience. As I drifted off to sleep, my face in her hair, we professed our love for each other. She smelled of perfume, sex, cum, sweat and that special sweetness that only she could possess.