It was a long afternoon of skiing and it was already getting darker by the minute. All Sherri could think about was getting down the last hill and getting warm. She was skiing with her husband Ian whom she had married only five months before. Hours earlier, she experienced the thrill of skiing a black diamond run for the first time and now every muscle in her legs were aching. Now, during this last run down the mountain, she and Ian glided by the famous Swiss mountain, the Matterhorn, looking magnificent in the twilight of sunset.
It was their first trip following their honeymoon in the Caribbean. Sherri was in her late twenties and was quite a sight on the slopes. Her tight black ski pants hugged every curve of her of her perfectly shaped ass and long legs. Her blond hair and white ski jacket framed a model's face. Ian was in his early fifties, tall, blond, handsome and very fit. Although there was twenty + years difference between them, they looked like a couple that was meant to be together – both tall, very attractive and obviously in love. The trip was a long delayed joint vacation with Ian's best friend Hans. He and Ian had worked together in Europe in the mid-eighties and had developed a deep friendship that had been nurtured by mutual visits to each other's homes and an occasional ski trip together in Switzerland or Austria. Hans was a German about the same age as Ian and also looked years younger than his actual age. Both men shared a passion for fitness and the ski trip was a perfect blending of relaxation and exercise. Hans traveled from Frankfurt to meet Sherri and Ian in Switzerland at a Zermat resort with his friend Dietrich. This was their second day skiing and Sherri had developed the familiar aches that accompany the skier after the second day.
"We have been waiting for you for a half hour," said Hans when the couple finally arrived at the bottom of the final run.
"Sherri was very sore on the way down from the glacier and we stopped to rest a number of times," replied Ian.
"Well, I think she needs to spend some time in the sauna followed by a nice massage," said Hans flashing a huge grin. He added "But, first let's have a quick German beer and then we will head to the hotel and the sauna."
Hans, although the perfect German gentleman, had been secretly trying his hardest since he met her four years previously, to get Sherri in a position where he could see her naked. All he could do to this point is fantasize about the large swelling breasts of Sherri, always displayed in a tight blouse or sweater. His nickname for her was Anita. During one of his previous visits to the USA he mentioned that she reminded him of the legendary sexpot of the 1960's Fellini movie, "La Dolce Vita."
The Ski Lodge "I'm too cold now for beer," replied Sherri "but a hot cocoa sounds great!" Sheri, on her part, felt sexually attracted to Hans. He was about 5'10," very fit, handsome and with a personality that could be termed very charming and continental to American women. She had heard of his sexual deeds (and misdeeds) from Ian over the past six years. Although still technically married (he and his wife lived together but in an open marriage for the past 15 years), Hans was definitely the "ladies man" and always hunting for the next "victim."
The foursome spent the next hour warming up drinking beer and reviewing the ski events of the day. Sherri caught both Dietrich and Hans staring occasionally at her chest. She looked down a realized that her tight white turtleneck made her breasts look enormous and that her nipples were erect due thin bra she was wearing. She started to feel a tingle between her legs at the thought of these two men finding her body a turn on. Maybe all those hours working out do pay off in the end, she said to herself. She also realized that the two Germans were probably horny. Hans was supposed to bring a girlfriend skiing with him but when she could not make it at the last moment, he asked his friend Dietrich to accompany him instead. Dietrich, whom the couple had only met for the first time the day before, was a large man about 6'4" and 225 lbs in his early forties. He did not speak much English but he had a boyish charm that transcended the language barrier. As the men were telling each other lies about their skiing prowess with each additional stein of beer, she was imagining to herself what it would be like to have sex with all three men at the same time. She had never been with more than one man at a time and she and Ian occasionally fantasized in bed during the past year of having a threesome with Hans.
Again, she noticed the glances of both men staring at her chest. It was then she realized that her erotic thoughts and the cold draft from the door opening to the cold outside, had made her two nipples even more erect and they were sticking straight out of her shirt. Embarrassed, she got up from the chair and slowly walked to the huge blazing fireplace swaying her hips slowly, knowing that the three men eyes were riveted on her movement away from the table. After a few minutes of warming up and staring into the asymmetric beauty of the flames, she walked back to the table not only to the stares of the three men but also to the appreciative glances of the male and female occupants of the tables nearby. Hotel Room
After eating some strudel and cheese and having a few more drinks, the group left the lounge and walked a short distance to the hotel and agreed to meet in 10 minutes at the hotel sauna. As they removed their clothes in the room, Ian noticed how Sherri's C cup breasts looked so perfect. They were large but stood straight out when viewed from the side.
"When our German friends see you nude in the sauna, they will have to keep their legs crossed so their hard-on's don't show," Ian remarked. "Oh, don't get too excited Ian, they see nudity everywhere in beaches and parks in Europe. They are not going to get excited with another pair of breasts." Sherri remarked but not disclosing to him the sexual stares of the two men at the lounge a couple of minutes earlier.
As she removed her panties, she laid down on her back on the bed. She ran her fingers of her right hand between the outer lips of her already wet pussy and squeezed her left breast with the other hand. "Um, this feels sooo good. Maybe Hans and Dietrich would get excited if they could see me now," she imagined as she closed her eyes. Staring at her spread legs on the bed, Ian felt his cock starting to get hard. Her tan lines also turned him on. Sherri had gone to the tanning salon the previous two weeks in preparation for the trip. Her breasts were brown and the tan lines of the Wicked Weasel bikini bottom were very small but accentuated the completely shaven pussy that lay within them.
Kneeling down between her legs, Ian's tongue grazed her clitoris is a slight flicker. "Baby, that feels so good," Sherri sighed. With that signal, Ian inserted his middle finger into her pussy and shared her breasts with his other hand. Sherri was very wet already and he flicked his tongue around her clit in a circular motion. She let her mind wander and began thinking about how she was turning on the two men with her erect nipples and their looks of lust. Within a couple of minutes her head was shaking back and forth and she was letting out little yelps in response to his manual and oral stimulations. "Baby, don't stop…right there……I'm comingggggggggg" screamed Sherri as she arched her back and pressed her pussy into Ian's mouth and tongue. She laid quietly for a couple of minutes and then reached for Ian's uncircumcised 7" cock, which was rock hard and dripping with his precum. "Please put it in my pussy honey," she whispered, "I need to be fucked hard." Ian was about to enter her open lips, which were glistening with her cum and his saliva. But as he was about to lean into her between her spread legs, he remembered that they were already 20 minutes late for the sauna with the two Germans.
"Sherri, baby we have to go…. They are waiting for us downstairs," Ian achingly whispered into her ear. She responded by grabbing his cock with both hands and rubbing one her thumbs over the head of his cock. "Just put it in me for a minute…I want to cum again…I can feel it building inside me but I need your hard cock" she pleaded.
"I know I'm crazy but if we don't leave now they will leave for dinner and think that we dissed them again," replied Ian reluctantly removing himself from her grip and embrace. He was referring to the previous night when the effects of jetlag and skiing had them sleeping for 12 hours straight and missing the sauna and dinner with the two Germans.
"Okay, I understand but I am still soooo horny! Promise me that we will continue exactly where we left off when we get back to the room after the sauna." Sherri asked.
"You have me so hot that I think I can cum twice for you later but let's throw our bathrobes on and head downstairs before it is too late," said Ian.
He watched her walk from the bedroom to the bidet in the bathroom. The swaying breasts and her heart shaped ass caused his dick to even get harder. The splash of the warm water spraying upward on her pussy lips caused her to close her eyes and close her legs in response. "Ummmmm, I really can't wait for later, baby," she said looking at him seductively, as she wiped herself with the towel. She added, "I am really leaking," as she reached for her robe.
She realized that she had quite a man. Although intensely jealous at the start of their relationship when she was in her early twenties, he had become progressively less possessive over time. He knew that their love for one another was eternal, so he gradually loosened to the point where he was quite liberated sexually and took the lead in their developing sexual life. At 6'2" and 200lbs with blond hair streaked with gray, she thought he was so handsome and he KNEW had to treat a woman in and out of the bedroom. Although an incurable romantic, he was also the more responsible of the two when it came to meeting appointments and schedules. Thus, he was able to remove himself from her seductive embrace.
The Sauna
On the elevator he slipped his hand under her robe and felt the juices between her legs. "Wow, you weren't kidding back there," he said, "You are really wet."
"I am one hot woman and you are taking me to a 120 degree sauna with three naked men…I won't be responsible if I can't control myself" she looked up to him seductively with her twinkling green eyes.
