Après Ski

by K T Morrison

  Sasha and Lawson sipped their beers and watched her again through narrow eyes. At her feet were discarded clothes. Peeping out behind a belt still wound through the pants’ loops she saw white cotton. It occurred to her that could be underwear, and the thought that they might be in the tub waiting for her and not wearing a thing kicked her in the stomach with a sudden onset of Lady Blue balls.

  With his hands on her shoulders, Cam whispered, “You want me to ask them to stand up and you can see if their dicks are big, too?”

  She turned, and faced him, showing mirth and shock. “What do you mean?”

  “They’re naked in there.”

  “No, they’re not,” she said, but she thought they really might be. Cam had seen the underwear, too, maybe.

  “I think they are,” he said.

  She turned back to face them, inhaled deeply, preparing herself for what she would do. They couldn’t be naked. Would they be so bold? I mean maybe Ryan, but he wasn’t even in the tub. He danced dirty with her right in front of her husband, pressing his cock into her, and just when things were getting a little bit strange had the nerve to hug her before she went into the bedroom to talk to her husband. Kissed her neck and touched her breasts. She felt his arousal and even asked to see it. That was on her though, wasn’t it? She’d been sending out all sorts of signals to all of them, hadn’t she? Maybe she wanted this more than she realized.

  She took a step up and rested her bare foot over the crest of the fiberglass tub set in a cedar dais. She flexed for them, acted like she didn’t, then lowered a toe to touch the water, showing off the pedicure she got the first day after the convention. “It is nice,” she said.

  Sasha rested his bottle behind him on the deck, turned back and put his arms to rest on the lip of the tub and said, “Come on in and sit with us.”

  She turned to see Ryan watching her steadfastly, his eyes glued to her bared body. There was a tug again. Ryan had made advances, and those advances had prickled part of her brain, but these other two guys were also hot, too. Not as tall but definitely as good-looking. It would be thrilling beyond belief to sit in the tub with them. Sitting was fine, and she would see what happened.

  “All right,” she said, “I’m coming in,” stepping forward, lowering her feet one at a time to step on the seat, the water coming up to her knees.

  Lawson said, “Why are you wearing a suit?”

  “Dignity,” she said. Then ventured, “Are you not wearing anything?”

  Both of them shrugged and smiled. She shook her head and laughed. Her eyes dashed across the surface of the water, looking through its warbled surface. Didn’t see the brightness of underwear, or a flash of color under there, just dark skin color. Was she getting into a tub with two naked men? Two hot naked men.

  She sat down in the hot water. Behind her, Cam went and sat next to Ryan, imitating the way he sat, hands clasped together at his knees and watching her in the hot tub. She turned and watched Sasha and Lawson put their heads back, their Adam’s apple’s moving as they opened their mouths and let snowflakes fall onto their tongues.

  Lawson looked to her and said, “Come and sit with us, you’re facing the wrong way.”

  She said, “I’m looking at the slope.”

  He said, “You’re looking into the lights that way, come sit here and look up at the sky.”

  “Okay,” she said, darting a worried glance to her husband who fixed her with a serious stare. She bobbed across and set herself right between them. She could feel their bodies touching her sides. She let her head fall back to rest on the tub like they did, looked up at all the stars over the skyline of the hotel, opened her mouth and let snowflakes touch her tongue.

  THREE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE relaxed in his hot tub, faces turned up to the starlight and the fluttering snow. Next to him, Ryan said, “Could you be more fucking lucky?”

  “Tell me about it,” he said and laughed.

  “Your wife is gorgeous.”

  “I know. And she’s so smart.”

  “How do you meet a girl like that?”

  “School. We went to university together. Been with her since we were nineteen. We’ve been married for four years now.”

  “She’s a rare one,” he said, and Cam saw his profile as he stared at Amberly in the tub.

  “She is. We’re perfect for each other.”

  Ryan turned his head toward Cam but kept his gaze cast sideways, watching Amberly with her head back and her tongue out trying to catch snowflakes on it. Ryan said, “I’ve never met a girl like her before. It would drive me crazy to see her in that tub with other men.”

  “Drives me crazy,” he said. “But I’m happy for her.”

  “I wondered,” Ryan said.

  He looked over and saw him staring into the tub again. Now he followed his gaze and saw that the three of them had come closer together. Sasha’s eyes were closed, no longer looking up at the stars. Lawson licked his lips, watched Amberly’s turquoise bosom as the hot bubbling water lapped against it. Amberly’s mouth was also open and her tongue pressed the corner of her parted lips. The blades of both her shoulder muscles seemed to twitch.

  He grew fixated on that movement. It looked as though her hands were touching them under the water. It looked as though she might have one hand in each of their laps. His heart reeled, and those confident words he’d just uttered to Ryan, But I’m happy for her, were suddenly hollow. He wasn’t ready for this. Dirty talk was way easier.

  “Oh man,” he wheezed and leaned forward, his chest so tight he clutched it.

  Now he was sure of it: movement of her upper arms, movement in her shoulders; she was jerking them off underneath the water.

  He looked to Ryan, and Ryan’s eyes bored into the action. He licked his own lips, frowning, trying to reason whether he also was seeing what he was seeing.

  Ryan smiled a slow and easy smile. Without looking at Cam, he said, “We’re all going to fuck her, aren’t we?”

  “That’s up to her,” he said, and couldn’t believe he’d uttered the words. It felt like someone else had said it, and they echoed in his head as his breaths came quicker and quicker.

  “We’re going to fuck her. I knew it on the dance floor,” Ryan said confidently.

  On the dance floor. Before he’d ever agreed to this. How was Amberly dancing with them?

  In the tub, Sasha leaned in for a kiss, and Cam watched Amberly tilt her chin and let him nuzzle at her neck.

  Cam went instantly to a steel bolt. He lifted himself off the chair, his body rigid with churning chemicals. Rage and lust, jealousy, all colliding, twisting his body up. He wanted to go over and take her out of there, put an end to it. And yet he wanted to see more. Want to see much more.

  Lawson leaned forward now, his hand coming around over top of where she must be gripping him under the water, his hand touching her tummy, and maybe lower …

  His mouth went dry. “Wow,” he sighed.

  Lawson kissed her shoulder blade, his hand doing something underneath the water, his lips pressed to her shining wet skin, suckling on the point of her collar, Amberly’s breath beginning to heave her back.

  “Oh wow,” Ryan mimicked for him, and he stood up. He pulled his V-neck shirt over his head and Cam watched—saw the bulge in his black pants, saw the shape of what he had shown Amberly in the closet. He unzipped it, pushed his pants down. His cock was huge, semirigid, pointing out and curving down, bouncing between his legs as he pulled his feet out of his pants.

  Cam put out a hand to stop him, then closed it in a fist and let it drop. He watched the man’s bare ass lifting and flexing as he walked to the hot tub. His waist was slim, he had no body fat, shoulders were broad. His cock bounced between his legs and Cam could see it from behind.

  Amberly’s eyes opened, and she watched him coming. Her lips parted. Even Sasha and Lawson’s eyes were drawn between Ryan’s legs. He stepped up to the lip of the tub, then down, sinking into the water across from them.

  CHAPTER EIG
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  RYAN WAS gorgeous and unbelievably hung. She’d seen his penis before, just half of it pulled free from a zipper. Now she saw him unabashedly naked.

  His body was beautiful and his cock looked enormous set in his narrow hips. Bigger than Cassidy even, though she’d suspected that. The same girth but a hand length longer.

  He set himself down in the hot tub and she watched the tight skin of his midsection bunch as he brought his knees up and sunk his rump into the water, the whole time with his eyes on hers and that knowing smirk. She went bashful again, but this time didn’t avert her eyes. There was something bold happening inside her.

  In her hands, she held the soft, warm, yet hardening members of two men who weren’t her husband. The first penises she’d touched since she was probably eighteen. And now there were two of them, one in each hand. She liked their feel, liked the way they wriggled, liked how she could feel their pulse. Underwater they floated, their testicles rising up to rest on her pinky fingers. Her thumbs stroked their glans’, and she had complete control of them.

  Lawson’s hand rested on her tummy, flat as a drum these days. She parted her legs and waited for him to touch her. Sasha kissed her neck, and she tilted her head to allow it. He had a beautiful face. Thick, sandy blond hair not unlike the color of her own, icy blue eyes, wide cheekbones and a wide chin, and sultry lips that felt nice suckling on her skin.

  Both of them were uncircumcised. Her husband wasn’t. They felt funny in her hand, but not the first ones she’d experienced. Before they got too hard, she enjoyed pinching their foreskins between thumb and forefinger.

  Back in the bedroom she had no idea this is where she would end up. There was a small chance, sure, but she thought if anything were to happen it would be her and Ryan. Then for whatever reason, seeing the looks on their faces when they took her body in raced her heart. Losing the weight wasn’t easy. But when she felt her body so close to theirs, could feel their electric presence, the surface of her skin prickled. She thought What if they were naked? What if she was in a hot tub between two hot guys and they wore nothing at all? It was exciting. Their hips touched hers. Then her hands went along her own skin, getting bold, traveling across touching their thighs, feeling their muscles jump as her nails dragged on their skin. Her heart just about beat out of her chest as she slowly let her hands travel up the inside of two men’s thighs. They weren’t wearing anything at all. She found their bare scrotums, their penises floating in the water. She ran her fingers over their shapes, lightly gripped them. That was all it took for her to know that she did want to do this. Lawson’s penis was long but not as thick as Cam’s. Sasha’s felt as thick as Cam’s but longer.

  And now, here was the one who had instigated the feelings in her. Who had most likely instigated the feeling in her husband, too. Brought up some humming, dark star inside him, something he’d hidden from her for eight months, her husband liking to think she’d had sex with Cassidy. It just hit her: her husband had probably masturbated to the vision of her fucking Cassidy. It was the kind of thing that should make a wife mad, but the sudden notion just down-shifted and she was given all the torque she’d need to climb the steepest of hills. Yes, sitting across from her: handsome Ryan. Confident and tall Ryan. The kind of guy who made all girls’ hearts go pitter-patter. Eyeing her, watching her with his head tilted as she was kissed and caressed by two men and she returned the favor, stroking their organs under the water. She smiled.

  And now it was happening, Lawson’s hand slipping underneath her bikini bottom and finding her bare sex. Another milestone. The first man besides her husband to touch her between her legs in eight years now. She was wet. Under the water, her excitement produced slickness that moved the pads of his middle fingers across her membranes like silk. She moaned.

  Sasha’s hands ran the shoulder straps of her bikini top over her shoulders and she arched her back. He pulled the cups away, and she looked down to see her rosy brown nipples hardened into tight buds. He kissed her collar, and she leaned back to lift her breasts higher out of the water. Lawson’s probing finger sought her aperture, and she parted her thighs wider. He sunk his middle finger inside her body and she moaned like a cat. Mournful sounds, because something was changing in their lives. But she liked, it and her husband liked it too.

  She saw now Cam taking his shirt off, unzipping his pants and pushing them down. He was hard as steel, his erection pointing up to the stars. He wasn’t smiling, but she could see the excitement in his eyes. As he stepped up to the edge of the tub, mouth hanging open, his expression pulled down in tense horror. He slipped into the tub next to Ryan.

  THE LOOK on Amberly’s face was priceless. He slipped in to the tub completely naked, the hot, bubbling water exciting against his skin, the sight of his wife with three handsome men exploding his heart.

  She bobbed across to him, bare breasts slipping up and down in the water, flashing him her hard, brown nipples. She came to him, her thighs on either side of his, her strong arms circling around his neck.

  “You were right, Cam,” she said.

  “About what?”

  “They were naked in here.”

  He laughed a little, seeing how she was trying to be funny with him. He said, “Did you touch them?”

  “I did,” she whispered. Then, “Isn’t this crazy?” she asked, eyes locked on his, her voice just a soft breath, communication meant for just her and her husband.

  His hands went up her sides, over her rib cage and stroking her shoulder blades. He said, “It’s so crazy.”

  She said, “What are we doing?”

  “Whatever you want to do.”

  Her face grew troubled, and though she looked in his eyes hers were distant. She struggled.

  He said, “It’s okay, Amberly. Do it. I want you to.”

  “Do what?” she whispered coyly, biting her lower lip and her body practically writhing under his hands.

  But it was obvious what was going to happen. Lawson and Sasha joined them; Lawson on the left, Sasha on the right, both of them bare, the tip of Sasha’s erection poking above the water. When their hands touched her wet back, he couldn’t help a groan of excitement.

  Amberly closed her eyes, tilted her chin up and he reached to kiss her throat. This time whispering to the sky and not to him, she said again, “What are we doing?”

  While he sucked on her throat, he felt the tendons flex, knew that she looked to her left. Looked for the one she expressed the desire for her. His wife had a little crush on Ryan. His lips smacked as they pulled from her collar and he watched her. Head turned, looking for Ryan who raised up out of the water. Still on his knees, he bobbed behind her.

  “What’s he going to do?” she whispered to him.

  He said, “Just let him.”

  He could feel Ryan’s feet touching his own. Then long, tanned fingers stroked at her sides, moving up and down, and Amberly arched her back and thrust her rump toward this other man. His hands came down, those fingers hooking into the turquoise bikini bottoms, slipping back and forth, tugging left and right, working them down her hips. Amberly helped, seesawing, and Ryan pulled them down her thighs. She jostled, legs lifting off as Ryan pulled her bikini bottoms right off under the water.

  She sighed, an excited sound; the thought that she was exposed to this man now had his wife’s heart racing, knowing this handsome man saw her most intimate part. She was letting them, exposing herself, still arching her back and thrusting her rump out, tilting to show Ryan that bright pink sex that Cam loved so well.

  Head turned over her shoulder, watching her stud in her periphery, Lawson and Sasha still stroked at her back, Lawson rubbing her arm now. His foot went onto the bench, and he raised out of the water next to Cam, his penis fully exposed, water streaming down the hard shaft and running a dripping line from his scrotum.

  Amberly gasped and Cam looked down her body to see that Ryan had got on his knees and began licking at her.

  He whispered to her, “That’s it,
Amberly, let them do it. Go crazy.”

  She worked her hips side-to-side, gasping and moaning, her head lowering, coming forward, forehead resting on his shoulder. He kissed her ear. Something Ryan did made her jump with electricity. She made a bright, lustful sound, her head whipping up. She looked into Cam’s eyes, her gaze hazy and distant. Then he watched as those beautiful pupils tracked to the left. Lawson ran his fingers through her hair, working to cup the back of her skull. His penis presented to her, Amberly studied it. She watched the water run from his scrotum, and her face drifted closer. Her mouth hung open from what Ryan did between her legs and Cam watched that slippery pink tongue run from between her pouting lips, rest near the base of Lawson’s cock, then slowly run its length, lifting off at the stretched skin were head met shaft. Amberly licked her lips then bit them, pulled them between her teeth, face turning to Cam’s now, eyes frightened, expression paused somewhere between shame and horror. She’d just put her tongue on another man’s penis. He smiled, kissed her cheek, and she closed her eyes.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said. “Do it,” he added. “Do it.”

  Her eyes opened again, and she drew back, mouth falling open in ecstasy as Ryan used his mouth on her pussy. She still looked troubled, watching him through narrowed lashes. He looked in those slitted eyes and nodded; ran his hands up her stomach and cupped her breasts.

  When she lowered to him she turned her head and Lawson ran his fingers through her hair. She gripped the shaft of his cock between her lips, ran her mouth sideways up and down, feeling the shape of the raised underside against her lips, then her tongue darting out and lapping under his scrotum, making his balls rise and fall.

  Lawson’s hand came down, gripped the base of his cock and angled it downward so it stuck straight out. With his other hand still woven in her hair, he guided her mouth to the point of his cock then plunged the end into her mouth. With both hands cupped around her ears, Amberly bobbed on it. Pleasuring another man, doing it well, taking him fully in her mouth, her lips coming to a pouted point as she came to the tip, then spreading as she plunged down, nearly accepting his full-length.