First let me say that many men like me whom pursue then marry exceptionally beautiful women are voyeurs at heart. It doesn't mean we want to share them sexually with other men or be cuckolded but I did find you can get into more trouble than anticipated.
My wife Jenny is a head turner from day one to now even after a couple of kids. Here long auburn hair, green eyes and smooth fair complexion are just the back drop like canvas for the rest of her physical attributes. If you asked me what attracted me most in a women's figure I would have to say a nice firm rear end and legs to go with it. That is not to say I don't relish beautifully firm breast which I do but a great ass gets me first. Jenny has it all and most definitely a perfect ass and legs, but as luck would have it her breast are superb. Not overly large that they might flap around during sex, but full and firm like half grapefruits, capped by wonderful nipples that enlarge when excited like two small strawberries.
Kissing is a major turn on for Jenn, just the sensation around her full lips will open her up to deeper passion. She has had an orgasm from sucking and titillating those sensitive nipples.
But as time went on in our marriage and the stresses of raising a family and earning a living grew the enjoyment around sex diminished and became mundane.
This is when I noticed that the voyeur in me began to take precedent in how and what would turn me on. Pornography became more available and I began to enjoy it more and more which in turn the inevitable fantasy initiated by some innocent flirtation by Jenny would play out in my mind to a greater and much more involved extent than the actual flirtation.
Of course the male's roles in these flirtations were never quite so innocent. I knew where they were coming from being a horny male myself and with the object of their desires being Jenny there was little guess work involved here.
These fantasies began to evolve and threaten to become real on a well anticipated ski trip to Lake Tahoe. Jenny and I were both barely intermediate skiers and wanted to get back into it and increase our abilities while still young enough to take advantage of it.
I am in my early thirties and Jenn her late twenties. We planned a few days to take off together without the little ones and take some professional lessons during the week to avoid the onslaught of weekend warriors heading to the slopes.
We decided on the North Star resort and booked a room right there at the resort. Since it was mid week we got lucky and we were the only two signed up for the morning lesson.
We signed up for an hour long lesson for 11: AM. The morning was beautiful and already warming up a bit by the time of our lesson. Our ski instructors' name was Todd and we met him at the designated lift. He seemed immediately happy to lay eyes on Jenny and his attention and focus stayed primarily with her the entire lesson with me getting the bare minimum to maintain some sense of appropriateness.
Todd was a ruggedly handsome guy a few inches taller than me and obviously a great skier. There was relatively little physical contact between Todd and Jenny beyond the perfunctory hand to the shoulder to make a point every so often and of course after our initial handshake nothing towards me. I felt his attitude grow a bit arrogant as the lesson progressed but he still remained professional.
The lesson ended and we broke for lunch. Todd said his goodbyes and mentioned he had hoped to see us around. It had grown warm and the snow would soon soften and get sticky so before leaving he offered to take our outer wear and stow it for us. This really was great because trudging down to find and pay for a locker was a hassle. I peeled off my jacket and Jenny took off hers and Todd's eyes pretty much bulged out of their sockets.
Jenny was wearing form fitting bib overalls which accentuated her amazing ass over a snug long sleeve light blue t-shirt. The straps of the one piece overalls wrapped around and outlined her breasts pulling the material snugly around them and with the slight chill from removing her jacket her nipples were quite evident. Even I wanted to get my hands on them right then and there.
Todd's demeanor took a definite shift to predator and he volunteered to meet up with us later if he was free. Sensing his obvious desire as well as my own hit me as a chill in my gut and I found myself a little breathless and jealous.
Jenny was pleasant and seemingly oblivious to these emotions she elicited from her male admirers, but one never knows for sure. We headed back out to the lifts and after a few runs we were both getting a little tired and were discussing whether to call it a day when Todd showed up at the lift line.
Erring on the side of caution I interjected that we were pretty tired which he then used as an opportunity to say how great we were doing and thought he could show Jenny one or two more tips that I, he said, had already mastered. That was pretty clever as I was free to rest and he and Jenny would take one more run together. They poled over to a different lift and took off together engaged in what appeared to be a lot of animated banter. They were alone on a 3-person chair next to each other in the middle which I guess makes sense. I headed into the bar for a beer and awaited there return.
About 45 minute later they came into the bar and it was two runs later not one, but whose counting. Jenny was a bit flushed as I would think from the warm temperature and exertion and her breast and nipples were still prominent but somehow slightly wet.
Todd said his good-byes offering Jenny a bear hug and me that perfunctory hand shake and said something about meeting up later at the bar. We got back to our room and I asked Jenny about the last couple of runs. She said Todd was great, but took her to a slope she felt was a little much for her.
