We skied down the beautiful mountainside in the darkening evening. The snow was crisp and the scent of pine trees was in the air. We'd been skiing down the runs and sailing back up the chair lifts all day and had decided, on our final trip down the mountain that day, to go off piste along a little used trail we'd heard of that led back down to the village. Unfortunately the trail wasn't very clear in the newly fallen snow, shadows of pines and dusky skies.
Through the trees we saw a few lights and hoped we were on the right track. As we neared the lights I could tell there were too few to be the resort. We skied out from the trees and into a small clearing. Across from us stood a beautiful log cabin. A warm glow streamed through the windows. We decided to knock on the door and ask for directions.
"Hi," I smiled at the man who answered the door. He was tall, handsome and had smooth chocolate skin.
"Hi, sorry to bother you," you said to the stranger. "We think we're a bit lost and wondered if you could show us the way back to the village."
The man grinned. "I think you'd better come in", he said, glancing up at the nearly dark sky. "You're a fair way away, you must have taken a wrong turn. Come in for a drink, you look cold."
Warmth hits us as we entered the cosy cottage. One big, open plan space was lit with a crackling log fire and flickering candles. There was a cinnamon scent in the air and music was playing from a radio in the corner.
"Take off your coats and boots, make yourselves comfy," he gestured to the sofa.
We ended up staying for dinner. Guy was an excellent cook and full of interesting stories. We talked and laughed as we ate and drank, getting tipsy on the free-flowing red wine.
After dinner we found ourselves sitting on the sofa in front of the cosy fire, John and I chatting with Guy as if we'd known him for years. It was warm in the cabin - too warm for my thick salopettes and no one minded when I complained that I was too hot, stood up and took them off. I saw Guy checking out my legs. I smiled at him and asked him to dance as my favourite song played on the radio.
John watched as Guy held me close. He pressed against me and I could feel his erection through his trousers. His arms were wrapped around my waist and he slowly moved one of his hands down over my hip then caressed my ass. He was turning me on and I wanted him.
I looked up at him and smiled. My hand was in his hair. If he was surprised when I pulled his head down to kiss him, he didn't seem to be. My lips were parted and we kissed gently, sensuously at first then becoming more passionate. He took my bottom lip possessively into his mouth and bit gently.
His hands slid under my top and I raised my arms to allow him to push it up and off. My body tingled at his gentle caresses and I moaned sensuously. My bra soon found its way into the floor too and he bent down to my nipples. I closed my eyes, concentrating on the pleasure he gave me as he took one in his mouth, teasing it hard with his tongue while he pinched the other.
I felt John move behind me, felt his hard cock pressing against my ass. I realised he had removed all his clothes and I reached back to feel his erection. The feel of his solid cock in my hands made me moan into Guy's mouth as he kissed me again and continued to caress my breasts.
I lifted the hem of Guy's t-shirt and slid my hands up underneath it. I pushed the t-shirt off over his head then placed my hands back on his smooth chest, running my hands over his muscular torso as he continued to caress my nipples. He kissed me again and our naked chests were crushed together as John squeezed my ass.
I moved my hands down to the waistband of Guy's jeans.
"I want to taste your cock," I smiled up at him as I undid his belt and flies.
I knelt down on the soft rug and pushed down his jeans. I gasped as I saw his hard erection straining to escape from his boxers. I pushed these down too and his beautiful, black cock swung free. He stepped free of the rest of his clothes as I took his heavy meat in my hands, marvelling at its size, my pussy tingling in anticipation of feeling him inside me.
"You're so big," I exclaimed then started to slowly lick the head of his cock. I swirled my tongue around the shaft, then up and down, savouring his taste.
"Suck his cock, dirty girl." I'd almost forgotten that my husband was standing there watching.
I did as I was told and slowly slid my mouth over Guy's huge cock. I took in as much as I could then pulled my mouth off it and gave it another sensuous lick before taking him in my mouth again. Guy's hands were in my hair, pressing me down onto him, his big dick at the back of my throat. I moaned around his shaft then sucked up and down.
