Reading Instructions
1. It would be better if you read Chapter 1 first. You're welcome to start here. But you'll miss certain developments.
2. I realize this is a long story (for here). Those that don't like cheating wives stories shouldn't waste their time here on such a long one.
3. Your comments are appreciated. I do find moralizing comments are pretty stupid.
4. Those wanting to read about women cheating only so that they can be punished for their wickedness, should not read this story either, by the way.
5. I will point out I regularly receive emails from literotica asking for sequels. I do think each chapter can stand on its own as a complete story - and that is certainly the case here. But I do understand the reasons for these requests too. As masturbation material, apparently Chapter 1 was successful.
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Prelude
This is the continuation of a story about Anne Bastien - a very attractive, successful, married woman and mother of two children. After much contemplation, Anne had made the decision to engage in extra-marital sex. There was no stereotype at play here. It wasn't that her husband wasn't good in bed. It wasn't that he had a small penis. It was only her realization (or conviction, if you will) that she could get it better elsewhere -and get it better with relative ease. She realized she wasn't looking for anything emotional; what she wanted was purely sexual. And she very much wanted to minimize the collateral risks.
On an out of town business trip she crossed the boundary between idea and reality and committed adultery separately with two good-looking, younger men. The sex, unencumbered by emotional baggage, had turned out to be great - particularly with her second choice. Anne had thought things through and was applauding herself for her success.
To her surprise, back home, she received an email from one of her two studs - the one she had preferred.
Snapshot - January, two hours after receiving the email.
Anne did some quick thinking. The details were becoming clear. The only way Luke - her Texas boy toy - had found out who she was, was through the hotel staff. Clever of him, she thought. She had to be cleverer and had no doubt she'd succeed in getting him off her back.
She devised a plan, and in quick order Anne had the potential risk under control. A few back and for the emails and she determined that what he wanted was more; but was willing to accept she wasn't travelling there with any frequency. She gave him a hastily made up personal email and asked nicely that they converse using that address. Seeing no reason not to comply, he agreed.
Anne made sure to compliment him on his abilities to find out who she was; and even told him he earned a long slow blow job if they could figure out a way to meet again. He accepted that distance was going to make that not in the near future, but liked the fact that she was willing and even appeared eager to hook up again. His ego satisfied, the risk of being exposed evaporated. She would respond to him when she needed to. As she patted herself on the back, she even realized she wouldn't mind it if they managed to hook up again - but she knew that would be an unlikely event - at least for another year. A return trip to Texas wasn't currently in the works.
Anne knew from her short experience with him, that he was an ego-driven male. She knew how to tame him, and her strategy worked like a charm. The vague promise of a future hook up declawed him. They would go on to correspond with greater and greater infrequency for several months. She even offered him to join her on another business trip; but in a city she knew would be far and hard for a student to get to. Cost and school intervened, as she knew it would. Gradually, he gave up in the pursuit.
Snapshot -2nd Last Day of a 5 Day Ski Trip with her Husband.
It was their "romantic trip" of the year. They called it that because it was the one trip that their young girls didn't join them. Usually, it was to a beach vacation; this year, they both agreed to a ski trip out west.
They skied a bit back home; but the opportunities for real skiing in real mountains meant they had to travel. Anne enjoyed skiing, but her husband enjoyed it even more.
The conditions were great - lots of fresh powder. The dinners were nice - the lodge they were staying at had two good restaurants. All in all, it was quite the romantic vacation, even if there were no bikinis around.
After a couple of days of skiing with Anne, her husband was itching to go on the harder runs. Anne's abilities couldn't handle the steeper pitches and they both mutually agreed that on the last day, she'd hire a private ski instructor for the afternoon to work on technique, while he would hit the harder runs. This would allow him to finally ski the more challenging runs; and at the same time meant she wouldn't be skiing alone (which seemed rather unromantic to him, especially on a couples' trip). Anne was very much in agreement with the plan. She enjoyed skiing, and lessons were always good.
Anne made a point of ending the ski day early on their second last day, to return to their hotel room for a quick shower and change of clothes (out of ski clothing and into après ski clothing!), to be followed by a return to the village to arrange for the ski lesson.
Dressed in tight fitting yoga pants, winter boots and a winter jacket, Anne made her way to the kiosk where lessons were arranged in the village day lodge. A strapping young man, still in ski clothing, but minus the ski boots, was on a bench nearby. He gave Anne the once-over, and whistled quietly, but loud enough for her to hear. She smiled at him and continued to the kiosk counter; fully aware his eyes remained on her.
To her dismay, the clerk told her there were no instructors left for the next day - these things need to be arranged a day or two earlier. She turned and began to leave, realizing the strapping young man had heard the conversation. He stood up as she attempted to walk past. His message was brief and to the point:
"Hi. I just happen to be an instructor and I just happen to have the day off tomorrow. I'm not supposed to do this, but if you want to arrange something on the side, I'd be happy to take you out tomorrow. The name's Alex, by the way."
Anne had always been a quick thinker; but the subconscious doesn't always let you act with immediacy. If she had focused on it, she would have realized that she was sexually attracted to Alex. Instead, she told him her first name and asked him how much it would cost her.
His clear Australian accent added an appeal to his good, fit looks. Anne needed to think things through carefully.
It just became so crystal clear to her. On her romantic holiday with her husband she was going to spend the afternoon, independently again, and having extramarital sex with a young, obviously very fit, this time Australian, hottie.
Anne told him to walk with her a bit to the day lodge entrance, simply to be able to proposition him without anyone hearing. It would give her a clear getaway if, for whatever reasons, he declined. But she didn't see that happening. His appreciation of her physical form had been made quite apparent.
"So," she began when out of earshot of others, "Meet me in front of the hotel across from the ski repair shop at 12:45 tomorrow. We'll ski out from there. Does that work?"
Alex assumed this was the hotel where she was staying. But it wasn't. Anne was contemplating getting another hotel room. She wouldn't take the risk of getting caught - by anyone (especially her husband). The entire main village had ski-out capabilities, so this would work well. He quickly agreed and they agreed on a price.
Anne thought she could get things started by inviting him out for a quick drink or cup of coffee, but he said he had to get back home - his girlfriend was expecting him. This added a bit of excitement to things. Borrowing a guy from another woman was an extra turn on.
As they walked outside, he put his skis back on, and planted his poles in the snow to adjust his helmet. Anne thought to herself that it was a different kind of pole planting she had in mind.
Not wanting to leave things to chance, Anne went straight to the hotel to check room availability. As it turned out there were only a couple of rooms left - neither of them ideal - and both quite expensive. Although taken a bit aback, Anne had this clear vision of another foray into the field of infidelity.
She made a reservation, and then stopped by a bank machine to get some cash out. She had agreed to pay Alex for a ski lesson. She'd pay him alright - but she was hoping it would be for sex. Anne knew that most resort ski instructors were hard up for cash, and she already knew he found her attractive the moment she had first walked by him.
There seemed no downside to her. She wasn't going to get caught. Even if Alex declined her advances, they'd simply part. There seemed to be no risk here.
Anne felt no remorse; only excitement. It never occurred to Anne that here she was on a romantic holiday with her husband and she was planning to fuck some young stud behind his back. Anne was fully committed to another experience of having extramarital sex. She was equally committed keeping it a secret from her husband. She needed a different kind of sex than he could deliver. And her sense of self-worth told her that she had earned the right to that calibre of sex.
Snapshot - Final Day, 5 Day Ski Trip
Anne ate very little for lunch. She told her husband they had to eat early to accommodate her ski lesson. He was happy about this - the afternoon was his chance to ski on the more challenging runs.
He was going to ski with her to meet her instructor, but Anne begged off at the last minute, pretending to need to go on a washroom break. Her husband left for the hills, on his own. Anne did go to the washroom - but only to wash up and apply some make up.
Time was short, so Anne had to be concise. She packed her a little knapsack, and a few cosmetics, put her ski clothes back on, and then simply skied over to the other hotel, leaving her skis and poles at the communal rack outside.
Inside the new hotel, she quickly pulled out of her ski boots, and took her only pair of shoes - running shoes - wear. She made her way to the hotel reception, and then quickly checked in to her tryst hotel room.
