Authors note. A warning to all readers, everything that follows is of course pure fantasy, it is not my, or my partner's life style; neither are we promoting it as normal practice.
As a new contributor to Literotica I naively allowed public comment to be enabled, thinking that I would receive at least constructive criticism, sadly this was not the case. To the anonymous scumbag that denigrated my upbringing and parentage I wish only eternal damnation, to others that wish to hide behind anonymity without giving constructive criticism, please don't read any further.
To those that want to talk seriously and constructively, I welcome feedback, and assure you that all sensible communications that require it will be answered.
My stories are placed in the relevant categories with some thought, those in the group sex category involve multiple partners, usually with one woman, those in the wives category involve wives with multiple partners.
My 'husband's' whilst technically 'cuckolds' are never 'wimps' or 'subservient'.
My super heroes all have big cock's and some I admit are black, that does not mean that I believe the black race is superior, neither do I believe that once fucked by a black man there is no return.
I am a non-racist white, who loves and respects his 'faithful' partner but, like most of the population of this world, I have fantasies. You now know what follows, if it might offend you, please do not read on!!!
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What follows are two accounts of a holiday, my wife and I recently enjoyed in the Alps. There are two accounts as my own seemed so lacking in detail after she had narrated her own, and I felt that our readers might be deprived if left with the meager rendition I had come up with. Not only that but her account turned me on so much, it has changed my life.
It was fast approaching dusk as Susan approached the mountain hut. It had been a bright warm day for this time of early spring but the temperature had dropped suddenly as the sun had sunk beyond the horizon and Susan was glad to see the welcoming sight of smoke drifting from the chimney of the large single storey wooden building. At least it meant someone was in residence.
Over the past couple of days the couple had visited several such huts and most had been cold, empty and unwelcoming. Susan didn't usually mind the lack of company but every evening that they had been alone it was her that had to prepare the food, and after a days hard walking she just didn't have the energy.
It was no wonder she thought that so often Rob her husband had had to go to bed without the fuck he longed for. Even so, it seemed silly that this holiday in the Alps, planned for so long had turned into such a grind, culminating in a row that afternoon when Rob had suggested that they pitch their tent and crawl into the double sleeping bag.
Susan didn't know why she had turned upon him so bitchily and shouted that she wasn't his personal whore and to fuck off. She had left him sitting on a boulder staring out at the distant mountains, his eyes full of hurt and bewilderment.
It wasn't that she was unhappy, or that they had problems or worries. She just felt frustrated. Now she wished he was here. She hated going into buildings on her own, especially when she knew there was someone she didn't know inside. She sighed, called herself the cow she knew she was and made her way to the huge wooden door.
Surprisingly it opened easily and quietly, the massive hinges having been well greased to protect against the extremes of weather at this altitude. She stepped into the warmth, her eyes had not quite adjusted to the darkness within and it took several seconds to get her bearings.
Closing the door behind her she examined the large oblong room with its fire blazing against the long outside wall. Around the edges of the room were a number of double bunks and along the centre a large wooden table was set for at least a dozen places, with bottles of wine and pitchers of beer placed randomly along its centre. Opposite the fire a door led from the room and she could hear the clattering of pots and pans coming from the back of the hut.
She took off her rucksack and removed her boots and calling out, "bon jour", so as not to startle whoever was in the other room; she hesitantly made her way to and through the door pausing just inside the big warm kitchen.
"Bon jour," she said again in her schoolgirl French. A tall girl with long fair hair stood at a sink preparing vegetables, she turned and a huge smile lit her face.
"Hello," she said, wiping her hands on the pinny covering her simple skirt. "Come on in". "Oh, you're English," said Susan not quite hiding her surprise.
"Yes, born and bred. I came over for the skiing last winter and was offered a job doing a spot of cooking during the summer. Sit down and I'll make a cuppa, or would you prefer a glass of wine?"
"Oh, a cup of tea would be lovely, it seems ages since I've had one." Susan said as she pulled a chair up to the big central table covered with pots, pans and dishes full of chopped vegetables and meats waiting for cooking. "You seem to be preparing a feast."
"I'm looking after a group of students and volunteers that are working on the paths and up on the higher ice climbs, clearing up the mess left by the winter's climbing and skiing. They'll be back in an hour or so. If you want to use the tub before they get back you'd better get a move on as it's communal and it can get a bit rough. We'll be the only girls here tonight. Are you walking on your own?"
"No, I'm with my husband. We had a bit of a tiff earlier and he may be spending the night in our tent. I'll take my tea into the tub if that's all right? Then I can get to bed early if you don't mind, I don't feel like eating and I'd prefer to keep out of all of those men's way. What's your name by the way? Mine's Susan."
"I'm Ginnie. Grab your things and jump in the hot tub. I hope you've got towels as we don't supply them and unfortunately we all sleep in the main room, so you might have a noisy night".
Susan returned to the main room retrieved her rucksack and followed Ginnie through the kitchen and on to a large veranda where there was a bath the size of a small swimming pool. Stripping off she slipped into the hot tub with her underwear, which she quickly scrubbed in the searingly hot water.
Ten minutes later, she slipped naked into her sleeping bag pausing only to roll up clean knickers inside a tee shirt, as she knew that having had a cup of tea before bed she would need a pee during the night and in a room full of men it would be very embarrassing to be searching through her rucksack in the dark. Hardly had her head touched the pillow than she was asleep.
