Après Ski

by K T Morrison

  Cass swung an outstretched hand across the water’s surface and her fingertips sent a bright, twinkling rooster tail of water up and over Cassidy who threw up a hand between them to shield his eyes, running through Cass’s protective wash of water and looking to chase her. Cass turned and dove in the shallow water, coming up two dozen feet away and wiping the wet off her face.

  “You guys having fun?” Amberly said, coming to the grassy edge above the shore, trying to sound non-plussed but somehow self-conscious and worrying she sounded like a mom.

  “Cooling off,” Cass said crouched farther out in the stream, her voice distant and spacious under all the towering foliage.

  Cassidy turned, smiling but a little self-aware of his nudity, his body language looking like he wanted to cover himself but then not sure if he needed to. He strode through the water as she sat herself down on the grassy edge, her feet almost touching the sandy beach. His body gleamed in the sunlight. He was beautiful, lean with rippling muscle, his penis had softened a bit, his testicles climbed high from the cold water. It swung stiffly between his legs, hanging down but still somewhat engorged from the kissing contact with Cass up by the campfire. It looked about as long as her husband’s but fatter, somehow more masculine with its dark color and bulbous glans. Amberly watched it without looking like she watched it as he came to stand in the sand, stooped to snatch up the fleece where he’d left it in a heap with his boots and pants.

  “What’s the plan?” he asked her now, coming over to stand next to her, his Stroud fleece clutched over his manhood.

  She pretended to scroll through more photos on the back screen, hemming, saying, “I’ve got some ideas,” nodding her head to the Gore-Tex shells next to her.

  Completely unashamed and proud of her body, Cass came to them, walking through the water and rising up to the shore, running her long wet hair back from her face and letting them both get a good look at her bare and naked. She gleamed as well, her beautiful tan showing off all the curves and swells of her lean and long frame. Nice breasts, too, big without being pendulous, taut brown nipples and only the hint of paler flesh, like she was able to find the time to sun naked and even it all out. Cassidy watched and she let him without a snide comment, coming to stand with them.

  Cass said, “What did you want to do?”

  “My idea?—how about wearing what you’re wearing now, nothing, and just the shells to cover up in. Standing in the water up to your thighs ...”

  “I like it,” Cass said with a bubbly smile.

  “Cool,” Cassidy said and let his fleece drop, exposing himself to her, his big penis point blank an arm’s length away.

  “Good,” she said brightly, like this was no big deal, but there was a red heat washing her cheeks and she knew it would be visible; it was so hot it burned the tops of her ears.

  THE TWO MODELS wore nothing but their mango and blueberry shells, hoods pulled up, long wet hair streaming out of the sides of the cowl. They were bold. Both of them naked with their jackets unzipped, she tried to shoot them with the sun behind them so she could darken some of the details. But the details were there. Cassidy’s big dick hanging between his legs amidst a dense patch of black pubic hair, and Cass with her trimmed but hairy sex showing in the frame of the open jacket. But the pictures were just excellent. Almost perfect. She couldn’t ask for better models. The looks they gave the camera were sultry but restrained; they were at once beautiful and yet approachable, and they had this thing together that made them look like they really were a couple, like they were together. The stuff she was getting was magic. She’d figure out the problems later; crop around the exposed genitalia somehow.

  “Perfect, guys,” she encouraged them, letting them get close again. They stood in the water so it splashed mid-thigh on them and she had them quarter-turned to face each other now. Their hips were square with each other, sex parts hidden, hell, maybe even pressed against one another, turned at the hips a little to look at the camera while they embraced.

  Amberly kept shooting, moving around them widdershins, snapping and loving everything they did.

  Then they started again.

  Looking deep into each other’s eyes. Pushing it. Taking it up that extra notch. Her shutter fired triple-time, catching the sexy look in their eyes as they locked their gaze with one another’s and Cass reached up and held his neck. Cassidy did the same, his tanned and masculine hand coming up to hold her neck, thumb tilting the hinge of her jaw, angling her chin upward as if he would kiss her again.

  There was a flash of a smile between them, eyes darting over one another, mouths parted with bated breath—then they kissed again. It went slow and deliberate, their soft wet sounds just audible above the babbling water that ran around them. Her stomach cramped, and she winced. It was so fucking erotic, so bad and yet so good. Her belly ached just below her stomach like it was the day before her period, but she was nowhere near it. She’d had this before, in high school, her boyfriend went away for a semester and her older sister Becca had teased her endlessly, but in a sweet moment, with her arm around her, told her it was just a case of Lady Blue Balls.

  Things with Cam were excellent, and they had no problems in the bedroom, other than timing. It might have been ... Shit, it might have been six weeks since the last time they’d had sex. There was just so much going on.

  So now here she was, partner in a successful and on-the-cusp-of-fortune clothing company, twenty-eight years old, happily married and content and satisfied, children hopefully on the horizon, but at least now the owner of a lovable Carolina dog called Vinnie; she was accomplished, talented, and worked hard ... And had the worst case of Lady Blue balls and Becca would laugh her ass off at her right now.

  “So great, guys, keep going,” she urged, her voice dampened with lusty rasp.

  They chuckled while they kissed, eyes fluttering lightly before closing again, their heads rocking against each other’s kiss. Cassidy took Cass’s face in both his hands, his jacket raising up and she had a clear but dark profile view of his thick, dangling cock, lengthening between them, touching the inside of Cass’s thigh. Now her stomach cramped tighter, and she groaned, bringing her hand down to press a balled fist into her soft stomach, trying to crush away the knot of sexual pain she experienced.

  Cass’s hands stroked down the outside of the Stroud shell, making a whisking sound until touching below, her hands on his bare hips. Amberly wished Cass’s hand to touch Cassidy; willed it like it was her own hand, wanting to see her grip it, because right now, fuck, Amberly wanted to grip it. Tug on it till it was hard and then lay back on the beach with him and open her ...

  Cass dropped her hand and gripped Cassidy’s cock. He grunted, flinched, broke their kiss with a gentle appreciative laugh. Amberly moaned a pained ecstatic sound, and she tried to imagine what it would feel like to hold Cassidy in her hand. How hot it would be, how hard ... She pinched her thighs together and squeezed, knee-deep in the river water, cold water splashing on her bare skin.

  Now the Cassidys kissed again and were caught in a moment of hesitation, both of them mimicking the act of passion but not sure where this would go. “Keep going,” she said to them in a hoarse whisper. “Keep going.”

  That was all Cassidy needed to hear. Cass held his manhood in her grip, kissed him ... His hands drifted low, coming up her waist, disappearing under the jacket to cup her breasts. Cass laughed into his mouth, a gentle encouraging sound.

  The camera’s view also drifted low, wandering down and finding focus on Cass’s hand as she stroked his cock. Cassidy had grown to full hardness in her hand; swollen and shining glans, veins pressing out the skin in wandering cables. She took pictures of it. What would she do with close-ups of a hand job? It didn’t matter, she wanted the pictures. Cass swirled and stroked, going easy, their skin dry, the hole in Cassidy’s cock opening and closing with the movement of Cass’s hand like it winked at Amberly, posing for the camera.

  Their bodies pressed together, Cassidy’s
hands circling around behind her, cupping her bare bottom and lifting her up to her toes. Cass responded by gyrating her hips against him, squashing her tummy against his balls while she stroked him.

  She had a sudden strange urge to watch them do it. Wanted them to fuck for her; do it right in front of her. “That’s it,” she said, her voice falling to a whisper.

  Cass squatted, dropping down, her tanned knees on either side of Cassidy’s legs and it made Amberly gasp. Even Cassidy was shocked, looking around to see if they were still alone, his long wet hair swinging; his eyes avoided Amberly, and he kept his face turned from the camera. Cass’s face was buried in his crotch. One hand held his cock up against his belly and she mouthed on his tightened scrotum. Cassidy’s hands came down to caress her head, his fingers tangling in her hair.

  Still Amberly took pictures, but it was just automatic; not even really aware she was doing it anymore, just tapping on the shutter release and dry-swallowing and holding her breath. Cass’s hand gripped the thick thing near the base and angled it straight toward her. She eyeballed it. It was something worthy of assessment; the glans was enormous, it looked like more than a mouthful.

  Cass’s eyes drifted toward the camera’s view as if she heard the shutter. She frowned. Then she waved her hand toward Amberly and shook her head. No pictures.

  Of course no pictures—she instantly felt stupid, like an old nerd who was perving out on their fine young bodies. The camera dropped, and she rose out of the water, letting it dangle against her chest from the strap around her neck.

  Cass gave Cassidy head, and she watched. His hands cupped her skull, and she bobbed on him while struggling to accept his girth in her mouth. It didn’t last long, Cass just looking to get his cock wet, and she rose, took Cassidy’s hand and led him to shore. She caught Amberly’s eye, looking over Cassidy’s shoulder and she winked and gave her head a nod to come and join them. Her thighs tightened again and her stomach cramped.

  The two of them went to their knees together in the rocky sand, then fell to their hips. Cass rolled to her back while their lips joined and Cassidy got over top of her, Cass putting her long legs out on either side of him.

  The camera came up, and she snapped some more pictures, put it down before she was caught. Cassidy reared up, and while Cass stroked his big brown cock, he pulled his Stroud shell off and tossed it farther up the beach. Cass laughed and lay back again, her jacket parted, her breasts flattened on her chest, her nipples scoring along the zippered edges of the open jacket. Arms out beside her, hands planted in the sand, Cassidy lowered over her, hair hanging down. They kissed again, the two of them gyrating their hips even though his cock wasn’t inside her yet.

  Amberly made her way to the shore, staying a dozen feet away from their writhing bodies. She watched them, put her camera up on the grassy edge, turned and stood, one hand on a hip. Cass waved her over without even looking, just her tanned hand leaving Cassidy’s muscled body to give her an easy and cool ‘come hither,’ then back on her handsome stud, running up and down his ribs and waist.

  She watched the head of his cock as it ran up and down Cass’s belly, filling up the cup of her navel. She knew she should go but that ache in her womb just wanted to watch it go in her. Watch these two hot human beings copulate. She stepped closer.

  Cass heard her footsteps in the sand and she broke from a kiss and turned. With a sexy smile, she said, “Take your things off, Amberly.”

  It knocked the wind out of her; a grunting exhale that flexed her stomach. She pulled her tank top up and over her head, threw it in the grass, stood and watched some more. After a while she snapped the button on her shorts and drew her zipper a quarter of the way down.

  Cassidy drew his perfect ass back, wiggled as he nestled that plump cock head into Cass’s box and then sunk himself into her. Cass drew a pained inhale and Amberly groaned again. She ached to be the one penetrated. Ached to feel a big, thick cock go inside her hot pussy while she looked into the black eyes of a devilishly handsome model. Her knees literally wobbled, and she felt dizzy. Cass’s face went through a range of expression, from pain to shock to pleasure. She ran her hands over Cassidy’s back and dragged her nails over his tanned muscles that rippled in the sunlight as he began to fuck her without a condom.

  “Oh, fuck, yes,” Cass whispered into his long hair near his ear as she wrapped her arms around his neck and hiked her knees up higher to receive him.

  Standing there in her sports bra and half open shirt, Amberly looked down at her own body. Once, so long ago, tanned, skin now pasty, and pale, and a little soft looking. She’d been an athlete once; never lean like these two beauties but always confident and capable. But office life and bad eating had taken its toll.

  She watched them for a while until the ache to fuck became so bad a headache bloomed, opening like a flower just between her eyes. She forced her jaw to release. She had been grinding her teeth in syncopation to the beautiful thrusts of Cassidy’s ass as he drove that cock into Cass and made her make the most amazing squeals.

  She swallowed. Rolled her head on her neck. Backed away.

  Tank top back on, she grabbed her camera and headed up the grass to the trail, her wet Tevas squeaking unable to hide the sound of a beautiful model crying out in orgasm behind her.

  Up at the van again she put the camera inside and sat on the edge of the open door. Pants unzipped, she pulled the front of her panties out and looked inside them. They were stained high, almost to the waistband, sticky strands of her excitement jiggled, connected from her swollen labia to the pink cotton. Her finger stroked over her flesh. She need to get fucked. She need to get fucked so bad.

  Up again, she snatched up her phone and drew up her messenger, fired off a message to the best man in her whole life.

  Amberly: thinking about you. Just wanted you to know I love you

  She tossed the phone next to her camera, slammed the chaperone’s door closed, turned and marched back to the trail. By the time she neared the stream she was almost running.

  ONE BY ONE, the pictures came through to the folder in Amberly’s cloud. The Stroud cloud.

  Cam sat in his white leather swivel office chair with the view of Madison Park out the broad expanse of his home office window. Amberly’s camera shunted her pictures from camera body to laptop and when her phone was nearby, acting as a hotspot, preview JPEGs uploaded by 4G to the cloud. Cam watched them as they were revealed, tightened with an erotic intensity he never could have expected.

  Amberly’s eyes were seeing this. Amberly was there, live and in person, seeing this hot nude man, seeing this hot nude girl. Watching them kiss and touch each other.

  Home from work to go for a quick run with Vinnie then change clothes for his afternoon meeting, he stopped in to his home office to spend some cyber-time with her, purposely checking the cloud to see how the shoot was going. Just missed her, just missed her so much. Thought it would feel like he was with her if he saw her progress. Once he saw the pictures, he sat down. Once he saw the direction they began to suggest, he canceled his meeting. Once he saw the photo of pretty girl-Cassidy clutching the prominent pants-bulge of boy-Cassidy, he pushed his chair back and had to stretch out on the floor and come to grips with what was happening.

  Then he saw Amberly’s text. He’d missed it on his run.

  His heart pounded wildly, his neck felt hot and swollen; his cheeks were flush, his ears burning. He couldn’t breathe, he wanted to tear his shirt off and roar. Most importantly he wanted more. A lot more. He wanted to see what would happen next. Wanted to know how bad it would get. Wanted to stab at the part of his brain that seemed to crave badness, seemed to respond to his wife’s lusty participation, wanted to steer his thoughts to dark places; maybe she would be in the next picture, girl-Cassidy snapping one where she stood in the river next to the good looking guy with the big dick.

  Amberly: thinking about you. Just wanted you to know I love you

  In conjunction with the images revealed i
n the cloud, that was the text from a woman who was going to fuck another man and looked to shed some of the guilt. Given how slow the images would transfer, it was happening right now, he was sure of it. Right now, Amberly had her knees up and that male model was fucking her with that fat cock. That big thing was scoring in and out of his wife right now, stretching her, making her cry out. She would come for sure. Another man would make her come today.

  And the craziest, wildest thing? He did nothing to stop it.

  He could pick up the phone, call her now, say Whatever it is you’re going to do, please, please, baby, don’t. Instead, he sat here and thought about it. Thought about what it would look like, thought about the sounds she would make, thought about the cute way she twisted her face up when he would first enter her. What would it look like if the man had a thicker cock? What would her face do then? Would she kiss him? Suck his cock? Get him good and wet before he fucked her? Or was she so wet in anticipation of his hot body and big dick they’d just bang it out in the back of the chaperone where he and she had done it many times, all over the continent.

  Why would he fantasize about the woman he loved getting fucked by this guy? It was the sort of thing that should throw him into a rage, not turn him on. But it did turn him on. His dick responded remarkably, straining against the inside of his running shorts until he was forced to free it. It responded with throbbing relief and a propulsion of clear pre-come that continued to pulse from the slit and roll down his shaft to bead up against his underwear. But masturbating while he fantasized would be something he wouldn’t do. Shouldn’t do. He shouldn’t pleasure himself while he thought about Amberly with her knees up to her ears getting reamed out by some stud’s cock while she cried and panted. It was just so fucking, fucking hot. Where would the Cassidy girl be? Would she sit and watch? The thought that she would join in, maybe kiss his wife while she got porked by a big sausage seized his heart suddenly.