We made it to the slopes just before noon. Mixing with the crowds near the lodge, I felt like the proverbial kid in the candy store. My years of flirting and teasing other men had suddenly been given license. I could take an encounter with any strange man as far as I wanted without losing the safe haven of my marriage. I still had some doubts in the back of my mind. But I figured I could explore things gradually and see how I felt before going further. Little did I know.
Bob and I took the chairlift up to the top of the first level. We skied off and followed the well used path to the beginning of the most gentle part of the mountain. It was a beautiful day, fifty degrees in the sunshine. That’s what I love about mountain skiing. You don’t have to get all bundled up in six layers of clothing to do it. I was comfortable wearing just a turtleneck over my bra and a pair of snazzy blue ski pants. They were the thinly padded kind with suspenders and a zipper down the outside of each leg. Judging from the looks I got down by the lodge, I looked pretty good.
We stood there on our skis, just enjoying watching all the skiers coming past us from further up the mountain. One young guy caught my eye. He was carving precise turns as he approached us. Dressed in shorts and a tight muscle shirt he glanced quickly at me and smiled as he passed. I couldn’t resist the opportunity to test my husband. “How about that one, darling,” I teased, “Couldn’t you just picture the tight buns on that one tensing every time he shoved his hard dick into my pussy?”
Bob looked over at me, a little wide eyed. A smile started at the corners of his mouth. Then he just nodded and didn’t say anything. I raised one ski pole and pointed at the next young guy that skied past us. “How about that one? I bet he has a great big cock. Can you picture my lips wrapped around his hard dick, sucking him off until he fills my mouth with his cum?”
Bob shook his head, still smiling, “You sure have a nasty mouth on you this morning. You kiss people with that mouth?”
We both laughed and I said, “Yeah, and I do a lot more too.”
“You keep talking like that, I’m liable to drag you off into the woods over there and get in that sweet pussy of yours again.”
Before I could say anything more we both saw Seth, one of the young lawyers sharing our chalet. He was skiing down towards us. Recognition registered on his face. He turned and came to a stop next to Bob. He had already left the chalet when Bob and I walked downstairs after our sexual workout earlier that morning. It was a surprise to see him on the slopes.
“Before you say anything, let me explain,” Seth said holding up one gloved hand. “You’re wondering why I’m out here instead of back at the chalet, working. Well, can you keep a secret?”
“I think I know what you’re going to say, but go ahead. Your secret is safe with us.” Bob said.
Seth smiled. I was reminded just how good looking he was. Longish brown hair framed the kind of face you see in catalog pictures for men’s clothes. If my husband wanted to watch me screw another man, young Seth was at the top of my list of candidates for the job. It was easy for me to imagine his nice muscular body under the sweater and jeans he was wearing. He had a nice gentle smile too.
“We actually finished our work yesterday. We all agreed to hold off telling our bosses and enjoy the weekend. The other three guys don’t ski. They went into Reno for some gambling and whatever. I don’t expect them back until late.”
Bob glanced over at me and smiled like he had just been named lawyer of the year. I could almost see the wheels turning in his head, he imagined his long held desire had an excellent chance of being realized. I felt a little nervous tingle in my tummy, thinking the same thing. Seth was looking at us, waiting to make sure we would keep the secret. Bob looked over at him and said, “I would have done the same thing. We work you young guys pretty hard. You deserve some time for yourselves.”
“Thanks for being so understanding. I’ll tell Rich when he gets back.”
When he mentioned the name Rich, it jogged my memory. I met a young man named Rich at the company Christmas party. If Seth was talking about the same guy, he was a real hunk. I remembered him as tall and sandy blonde, with dimples like Tom Selleck when he smiled. One of the other wives I knew said he was so gorgeous he must be gay. I told her I hoped not,
Bob spoke up, “Were you on the way to the lodge, or were you going back up?”
“Actually, I was going to take the chairlift back up.”
Bob nodded and looked serious. “Seth, why don’t you and Janice take the chair on up. I need to get this binding adjusted. Last time out it kept releasing all the time.”
Seth looked over at me, “Sure, I would love to ski with your wife.”
We left Bob standing there and skied over to the chairlift that would take us to the next, higher level on the mountain. As it turned out we took the lift after that going almost to the top. It was nice to be able to sit and talk with Seth. We exchanged backgrounds. I found out he grew up in Carson City, and learned to ski on the mountain we were about to enjoy. His father had been a staff lawyer for the state legislature. Seth had followed familty tradition by becoming a lawyer.
At one point the chairlift passed into a shaded stretch. The cool air made my nipples hard. I sat up a little straighter as Seth enjoyed the sight of them pressing out through my bra and turtleneck. He moved a little closer and put his arm around me for warmth. I was right about his being in shape. My shoulder was pressed against solid muscle. When we finally started skiing he was a joy to watch. Bob and I are both pretty accomplished skiers. We grew up in Northern Michigan and started skiing about the time we learned to walk. Seth had started young too.
In almost no time we were skiing together like we had been doing it for years. We took short runs, cutting parallel turns side by side, and stopped to admire each other’s skill. During one stop I glanced over and saw Bob standing in a group of trees on the far side of the run. I side slipped past Seth so he wouldn’t catch sight of my husband following us. I was kind of surprised. I thought Bob had left us to get better acquainted. I started wondering what he expected to see Seth and I do on a public ski slope.
Right then I decided to see if I could arrange a little test. When we stopped again I told Seth I could use a little break. He thought for a few seconds and then said we could get off the main slope into some trails. He said there were rock outcroppings scattered through the area where we could sit and get some sun at the same time. I told him to lead the way.
He turned into some fresh snow and led us, skiing slowly through the trees. Sure enough, we came to a little clearing. Bare rock fell away from a nearly flat area no bigger than a couple of parking spaces. We got out of our skis and stepped over to where the snow gave way to bare rock. We were really secluded from the main ski run. I said, “This is really beautiful, Seth. The sun feels so warm.”
He pointed to a spot just below us. “We can sit on that little flat spot.”
I glanced back toward the way we came in. Sure enough, Bob had seen us turn off. He was quite a ways away, following our tracks. I stepped down beside Seth and checked out the little rock bench he had found. I said, “Too bad we didn’t bring a blanket.”
He smiled and took off his ski gloves. I took off my gloves too. Then he pulled his sweater up and over his head. He laid it down on the rocks and motioned with his hand, “Your wish.”
He stood there in a red, long sleeved tee shirt he had been wearing under the sweater. I punched him playfully on the arm and sat down. He sat close to me. He almost had to put his arm around in back of me so we could share the space on his sweater. It felt good to lean into him. I think we were both very aware that just a turn of our heads would allow us to kiss. I put my hand on top of his thigh. He looked down at it and then covered it with his own. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I turned and brought my other hand up to his face. I pressed my lips against his. I felt his tongue make a tentative probe and I opened my mouth.
I had an overpowering urge to lose myself in his kiss. For all my teasing ways, Seth’s kiss was my first truly passionate kiss with another man since Bob and I got married. It was such a naughty thrill, I felt a tingle in my pussy, warming me from the inside out. He brought his arm up in back of me and turned me more to face him. When the back of his other hand brushed one of my breasts I broke our kiss and pulled back. I looked into his soft brown eyes and tried to resist the urge to kiss him again. Then he said, “Is there a game going on here and I don’t know the rules?”
It was one of the most honest questions I had ever heard a man ask. His calm expression told me he was totally sincere. I considered the possible answers I could give him. I wanted to spill my guts with the whole story. But that seemed so crass and cheap. And I didn’t want to risk driving him away. I decided instead to say, “If I asked you to just relax and follow my lead, could you do that?”
