I woke up from my nap. Vague remnants of a sexy dream lingered at the edge of my consciousness. I realized I had my hands together, pressed between my legs. I wondered what kind of a sex maniac I was becoming. Since that morning I had two sex sessions with my husband, Bob. Between those encounters was my incredible experience with my new lover, Seth. If outdoor sex on a ski slope hadn’t been enough of a rush, the additional aspect of having my husband watch, took it over the top.
The door to the bathroom was open just a crack. A shadow passed through the cone of light spilling into the bedroom. Bob leaned out and saw me looking back at him. It was obvious he had recently showered and gotten dressed for dinner. He crossed the distance to the bed and crawled up next to me. “How’s my sweet Baboo? Have a nice little nap?”
I had to smile. Bob was playing the goof. It was a side of him I hadn’t seen in years. I stretched my arms over my head. The bedspread covering me slipped down. My bare breasts got Bob’s attention. He leaned over and kissed my nipple, then nibbled it tenderly. A little tingle of excitement hit me. It was a bit of a shock to realize I suddenly had sexual reflexes like when I was a teenager. My tender nip was already responding to the attention, getting firm between my husband’s lips.
I put one hand on the back of his head and stretched again. “What are we becoming, Bob, a couple of sex maniacs?”
He pulled back. My nipple escaped his lips and made the rest of my titty jiggle. He looked into my eyes. “I don’t know, babe. I feel like I’ve rediscovered sex. Watching you and Seth up on the mountain, I don’t think I ever had a sexual experience that even comes close.”
Even in the dim light, I could see the excitement in his eyes. I knew what he meant. My encounter with Seth topped my list of incredible couplings. I said, “I’m guessing you would like to do it all again.”
Bob took hold of my wrist. He turned his head next to my hand until his lips were pressed against my palm. He kissed my sensitive flesh. Watching him do that and feeling his tenderness made me smile. I don’t think I ever loved him more than that second. A clear realization hit me. Whatever sexual adventures we might enjoy with others, we would always have an unbreakable bond between us. I waited until he looked into my eyes and said, “I love you, Bob. Don’t ever doubt that.”
He kept my hand pressed to his cheek and leaned toward me. Our lips met, the tip of his tongue teasing before he pulled back. “I love you too, baby. And don’t you ever doubt that.”
We laid there, savoring the moment, until Bob gently put my hand down on the bedspread. “Jump in the shower, babe. You’ve been snoozing for almost two hours. Seth and I are hungry for some good steaks.”
Bob scooted off the bed. I untangled myself from the bedspread and climbed out of bed. Bob stood there, enjoying the sight of my naked body. He stepped back so I would have to walk close on my way to the bathroom. Sure enough, I got a playful swat on my bare ass on the way past him. He smiled after me and said, “Hurry. The night is young, and holds the promise of many adventures, before the dawn.”
I had to turn after hearing that statement. He was getting goofier by the hour. “What was that?”
Bob put his hand over his heart. “A little shithouse Shakespeare for m’lady as she repairs to her evening toilette.”
If I would have had something handy, I would have thought about throwing it at him. Instead, I had to settle for, “Take your silly ass downstairs. I will be as quick as I can. No promises, but I’ll hurry.”
We shared a quick laugh as he bowed. I left him standing there and went into the bathroom. For a company owned ski chalet, the master bath was just short of luxurious. I climbed into one of those showers with four showerheads shooting water from different directions. The hot water felt wonderful. And one of the streams of water was just the right height. The thought hit me that a girl could get used to something like that.
Soaping up was a trick amid all that spray. But I managed to wash off the stickiness left behind by my earlier escapades. Then I caught myself with my soapy hand lingering on my muff. I slid one finger into the folds of my pussy lips. There was no doubt where further exploration would take me. I heard the voice in my head, ‘Damn, Janice, you’re getting yourself into a perpetual state of hot pants. Turn it down a notch already’.
I knew I was giving myself good advice. I also knew I would be turning things up a couple of notches later. Visions of a threesome with Bob and Seth were constantly on my mind. With two such willing lovers, I knew it wouldn’t be hard to arrange. The only question was, how much to tease them before the actual event.
After my shower I was faced with a big question - what to wear. I had packed for a ski weekend, not a sex marathon. Then it hit me. If less is sometimes more, maybe more could be less, this time around. I went with a plaid knee length wool skirt over my garter belt and sheer nylons. I always felt sexier with that combination, instead of panty hose. For a top, I chose a red turtle neck over a lacy black bra, and a light gray sweater vest. My hair had come out looking good after blowing it dry. I did a quick application of lip gloss and some color and checked myself over in the mirror. I was feeling sexy and it showed.
My grand entrance down the stairs was appreciated by my two smiling consorts. Seth gave out a low whistle, “You look like a snow princess. An afternoon of skiing sure agrees with you.”
I did a little pirouette and smiled at both of them. “Some skiing afternoons more than others.”
We all traded knowing looks and laughed. Bob helped me into my coat. Once out the door, I offered an arm to each of my lovers. When they obliged, I pulled them close. We walked to the car like that. Nothing like starting off the evening the way you wanted it to end, I thought.
Dinner was a combination of great food, superb wine, interesting conversation and more than a few sexual innuendos. It seemed like every other comment had some double meaning, with one a reference to something bawdy. Seth had a little piece of news that got me wondering. He said he left a note behind for the other three men sharing the chalet for the weekend. He told them where we would be if they returned earlier than expected.
I wondered if the presence of the others would affect my plan. Then it occurred to me, I had played things by ear up to that point. And there was no use worrying over things I couldn’t control. But some additional possibilities did cross my mind. What might happen the rest of the weekend was still a mystery.
After we had finished our dinner we all sat back to enjoy the last of the wine. I noticed a young man standing by the host. He was slowly scanning the room. Bob was sitting with his back to the door. The man stopped looking when he recognized Seth. He made his way through the tables. He was handsome in kind of a boyish way. And he was definitely in great shape. A dark blue turtleneck couldn’t hide a well muscled upper body.
Bob and Seth both looked up as he came to a stop next to our table. “Roger, hey guy,” Seth said as he pushed himself back from the table. “Glad you could make it. Where are the other guys?”