It all happened during a skiing holiday up in the snowfields of Australia. My husband John, and two other couples, who we had known for a number of years, were spending a week up in a chalet at Perisher. The chalet had three bedrooms radiating off a corridor which adjoined the living and dining room. Each room had a queen size bed and we shared a large bathroom.
It was our first night there, we had spent the day skiing and so were all pretty tired. Regardless we decided to go out to dinner and celebrate our holiday together. As usual, as old friends tend to do, we had quite a few drinks and were pretty merry by the time we got back to the chalet. Of course we then decided to have a few more. We had some bottles of rum and whisky, which I must admit I am quite fond of. Unfortunately I don't handle it very well and tend to firstly get quite horny and then tired. Not necessarily in that order.
John, my husband is 37 and I am 33. Both of us are fit and quite good looking. John is tall at around 6 foot while I am a bit more of an average build at 5 ft 6 inches with pert 34C breasts and what my husband calls, a fuckable ass. Though this is a bone of contention as I have never let him make love to my ass. It just isn't something that I have wanted to do. Every time he has tried it has just hurt too much, though I have let him insert his finger into my nether regions during the throes of passion and I must admit it did feel good. I have never let him get his cock into me as it is just too big and painful. While he is not huge at 6 inches, he is quite thick and it is still too much for my virginal ass.
Another reason we decided to go on holiday is that I am trying to get pregnant and we thought a week of pure physical activity, lots of good food and wine would surely do the trick. We sure intended to give it a good attempt.
The other couples were Bill and Tracy and Joan and Steve. We are all about the same age and surprising all the men, who used to go to school together, all look fairly similar. Us girls had trouble picking out our men when they were on the ski slope as they all looked so similar.
So after dinner and definitely not feeling any pain we decided to get stuck into some more grog. Not a good idea after a tiring day on the slopes. Regardless back to the chalet we went. We put on some music and had a slow dance with our partners all the while having more to drink. This of course made us all very relaxed and to help with the atmosphere we turned down the lights and just had 2 candles lighting the room.
The call went out that this was a holiday and as such we needed to put some adventure in our life so we decided to switch dancing partners. John went with Tracy and Steve danced with me. The music was lovely and slow and soon we were all just holding each other tightly and moving around the room. I saw John move his hands to Tracy's ass to pull her closer to him. Steve did the same to me. It was too hard to move his hands so I left them slowly rubbing my ass through my short skirt. It was dark and very hard to see what was going on, though I thought I heard the rustling of clothes but was too wasted to really take much notice. The next thing I felt was Steve's hands lift up my skirt and start fondling my ass through my panties. It felt nice but I knew it was wrong and put my lips to his ear and told him to stop, that I was married, my husband was only a couple of feet away and that we were trying to get pregnant.
