by Mia Ford
Chapter 7
Amber
As I listened to the story, Kristin walked up behind me and started to massage my shoulders, digging her fingertips into my tense muscles and relaxing my neck. It felt really good, and I relaxed into her hands. Kristin was the girl of the group that always had her hands on someone, and there wasn’t anyone yet that seemed to mind it even a bit. I didn’t mind feeling her digging into my tense muscles, and it brought memories back from college. She used to give me the most wonderful and sensual massages when we were roommates, and I hadn’t found a masseuse yet that could match it. Maybe it was because she made me so comfortable, or because they were usually followed up by a steamy night of rolling around in the sheets. Sometimes, Jason joined in, and sometimes, it was just the two of us.
No matter how much I enjoyed Kristin’s hands, it wasn’t helping my current mood. I wanted to fuck my husband. I was sitting there in a place where I could imagine the steaming bodies writhing on top of each other, and I was picturing the six of us spread out across the living room in every position imaginable, and all Kristin’s hands were doing were making me hornier by the second. I could feel the warmth between my legs growing hotter and tingles shooting through my legs and into my mound. If it were college, I would have already jumped in full-force, ripping clothes off, and searching for release. The night before had been a bust since I had drunk my body weight in wine at dinner. Combining that with the champagne on the plane and in the limo, I had fallen asleep as soon as my head had hit the pillow.
It was surprising that I didn’t force myself to stay awake since we had been so rudely interrupted when we first got to the resort. I was starting to feel incredibly pent-up on the inside, especially since I was raring and ready to go the day before and wanted nothing more than to just keep going when the girls walked in. At the same time, I knew that would have raised red flags from my husband, so all I could do was channel that frustration into feigned irritation at the girls. That night, though, I was done for, with no energy to even get undressed. Matt was usually good about getting it in before that happened, but he seemed to be just as exhausted as I was. We didn’t move a muscle all night, and I had woken up with a stiff neck and an urge to fuck the hell out of my husband. I had tried, waking him up with my hand running up and down his dick, but the idea of skiing was too much excitement for him to handle.
He had chuckled at me as if I were joking and then jumped out of bed to get ready to go. I had even come up with a master plan to get some before we left, but by the time I had gotten all my gear on, we were running late. We had rushed through the lobby to meet everyone outside and then decided to come over to these slopes instead of the ones right by the resort, killing any idea of a midday quickie in the ski shack bathroom. Then we ended up at the cabin, snowed-in with no privacy, leaving my arousal unrelieved and my tensions on high alert.
Sex was not something that was lacking in Matt and my relationship. We did it at least once a day, if not more, and had been doing that for quite a long time. Sometimes, when he had a huge break between practice and a game, I would meet him at his office and fuck him in his coaching chair, or if everyone was still there, he would slip out and race home for a quickie. It didn’t matter what I was doing when he came home. He didn’t accept busy as an excuse. I could be washing dishes or clothes, vacuuming, whatever. He would come in, unbuckle his pants, bend me over, and fuck me right there without even a word. I loved the fact that we were on the same wavelength when it came to sex.
However, having missed yesterday, and now being stuck in this ski cottage, Matt and I were long overdue for some relief. The situation I was in wasn’t making it any easier, either. I could see the glimmer in Jason’s eyes when I took off my jacket, and the feeling of Kristin’s hands on my shoulders and down my back was so arousing I was wondering how I could possibly continue to hold out. Every part of me wanted to fuck my husband, but at the same time, climbing on top of Jason with Kristin behind me was extremely enticing as well. I looked around the room at Jason, Kristin, and Jessica and replayed some of the hottest nights in my head. Being there with them was not as fun as I thought it was going to be, especially in my current state. Having them surrounding me in this place, which was built for hot crazy sex, was making me even more desperate than usual. I could almost feel Kristin’s hands rolling over my shoulders and grabbing onto my breasts as Jason’s tongue whipped between my legs savagely like he had done so many times.
“I seriously don’t know how he stayed upright the entire time, not that I was any better. I ran straight into a snowbank and was too dizzy to get out of it. I am pretty sure if it weren’t for some random stranger, I would have just stayed there and passed out,” Matt said, finishing up his story.
Everyone laughed, and the mood of the cabin started to ease, especially since Austin had decided to relax a little bit and for once, cracked a smile at Matt’s story. Kristin patted me on the shoulders and winked at me before walking over and sitting down in Jason’s lap. I got up and walked over to Matt and grabbed his hand.
“Will you come with me?” I nodded my head toward the back.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” I whispered, looking around. “I just want to talk to you for a second. That’s all.”
“Sure,” he said with a sweet smile.
I downed the rest of the Scotch in my glass and glanced at the others, realizing they were all caught up in their own conversations and weren’t paying a bit of attention to me or Matt. I led him through the room and turned right into the bathrooms, holding the door open as he walked inside. I closed it and stared at the shiny silver handle, realizing that there was no lock on it. I bit the corner of my mouth, running through different MacGyver techniques that I could employ to get the door to lock, but there was nothing I could do. It was built to be a complete lapse in privacy. That was why they had put large, polished, steel doors on the stalls to where the toilets were, to give you the ability to at least pee in privacy. I took in a deep breath and shrugged my shoulders. Oh well. There was no way I was giving up on my chance to get laid, not even for a stupid unlockable bathroom door.
“What’s up?” Matt asked.
I tapped my hand on the door handle, trying to decide whether Matt was going to be all about what I was about to do, or if he was going to be completely turned off by it. The pulsing between my legs was telling me that I really didn’t have a choice in the matter. It was now or never. I turned around and stepped forward, grabbing Matt by the head and pulling him down for a kiss. His skin was warm, and his lips tasted like Scotch, which seemed to turn me on even more. It made me think about the hot nights on our honeymoon when we got wasted on cheap whiskey and fucked for hours with the doors open to our own private beach. He kissed me and then pulled back, looking confusingly into my eyes. Butterflies flew through my stomach, and I could feel myself starting to back away from the idea of getting laid, just from the reaction he was giving me. I had never been scared to proposition my own husband for sex before, and he had never once turned me away, even if he wasn’t in the mood.
“Amber, what are you doing?”
“I don’t know.” I sighed. “Well, I do know. I am so damn horny, especially after getting interrupted yesterday and passing out last night. Being here in this house, knowing it is where people have played out some of their most intimate fantasies, is just making it worse. I have got to take the edge off before I explode.”
“The door doesn’t lock,” he whispered. “We could get caught.”
“I don’t care,” I said, walking forward and squeezing his cock through his pants. “I can’t wait any longer. I need you to fuck me right now and right here. Do you understand? I need your fucking cock inside of me, or I am going to burst, and not in the way that I want to.”
He nodded his head, never before seeing me so horny. As fast as I could, I opened up my snow pants, pulling them off and taking off the leggings underneath them. I kept my panties on, wanting to be able to
get dressed quickly afterward and knowing how much it turned him on to see my juices soaking through them. My eyes stayed glued on his as he watched me undress and walk over to the vanity counter. I turned around and faced him, lifting myself onto the counter and spreading my legs. I ran my fingers down and pulled my panties to the side, showing him just how much I wanted him inside of me at that moment. My cold fingers touched my warm, wet skin, and I gasped, wanting to feel more and more.
Matt looked over at the door and shrugged, quickly moving forward and pressing his lips against mine. I lifted my hips and rubbed my pussy against his crotch, grinding against the hard shaft trapped inside. I moaned softly, looking deep into his eyes. He groaned and unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He pulled his cock out of his base layer and stroked it once before grabbing my hips and thrusting it inside of me. He held me steady as he fucked me deep and hard, his knees hitting the cabinet doors. I pulled up my sweater and shirt and latched onto my nipples, rubbing them hard between my finger and thumb.
I leaned back and closed my eyes, feeling the pleasure of his body smacking hard against my clit. My hands clamped down on my breasts as the fire in my belly began to ignite, filling me with pleasure. I arched my back and grabbed onto the counter with one hand while covering my mouth with the other. My body lurched and writhed, and I could hear Matt groaning as he pushed hard into me and felt my release. His body shook against me as I came hard, my pussy wrapping around his pulsing cock. The release was amazing, and as my muscles relaxed, I exhaled, finally feeling like I could manage a conversation without jumping someone’s bones, but I wasn’t quite done yet.
Chapter 8
Jason
I walked over to where the hangers were by the door and started to take off my jacket and snow pants. The others looked over at me and nodded, following suit since the room had already begun to heat up. I hung my pants on the hook by the suspenders and looked over, watching my wife make her way toward the bathroom. I walked after her and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her close and leaning close to her ear. She smelled so fucking good and was always turning me on.
“You know that Matt and Amber are in there,” I said, lifting my eyebrows at her.
I knew my wife really well, and I knew when she had something mischievous on her mind. The look on her face let me know that this was exactly one of those times that she was working something up in her mind. I tilted my head at her and smirked.
“Okay, what are you doing?” I asked.
Kristin threw her head back and laughed, reaching for my arm. She pulled me along and put her finger to her lips, motioning for my silence. We stepped up the bathroom door, and she pointed at the wood. I gave her a confused look, and she smiled coyly.
“Listen,” she whispered.
I looked at her for a moment, knowing she was up to something, and smiled, leaning slowly into the door. I pressed my face against it, glancing back to make sure the others weren’t paying attention to us. I let out a deep breath and listened. At first, I didn’t hear anything, just some slight movements and a muffled sound. However, as I listened closer, I could hear Amber on the other side, moaning into her hand. Immediately, my jaw dropped open, and I listened closer, making sure that I was hearing things correctly. Yep, that moan was unmistakable. Amber was in there, and those noises were most definitely coming from her. I would know. I used to be the one making her sound that way.
“Are they fucking? Now?”
Kristin smiled and nodded her head, giving me a knowing look. Immediately, I was turned on, but I also knew that she was not going to let this one go. This time, though, she was not going to embarrass Amber. She was going for something much more golden.
“I have a plan, one that you are going to thank me for later,” she said, smirking. “I need you to watch the door and make sure no one else comes in.”
“You think this is the right time?”
“It’s now or never,” she said, smiling and kissing me on the lips.
I nodded my head and turned, walking forward toward the living room. I looked back over my shoulder and watched as she slipped into the bathroom. I shook my head, thinking about my wife. She was so crazy sometimes, and it was one of the things that turned me on the most about her. I never knew what to expect, and even when I thought I did, she would come along and surprise me.
I stood there watching Jessica and Austin talk, not wanting to miss a moment of this. Fuck it. I turned back to the bathroom, keeping one eye on the living room and peeking through the crack in the bathroom door with my other eye. As much as I wanted to go in with them, I was going to trust my wife’s plan. I could see Kristin slowly walking toward the couple, so quiet that they hadn’t noticed at all that she was moving toward them. Amber’s eyes were closed, and from the way she was biting her lip, I could tell she was enjoying every inch of Matt’s cock. Kristin walked up, stopping directly behind Matt, out of Amber’s field of vision. She stepped back slightly and looked Matt up and down, watching his hips move slowly in and out of Amber. She had her hands on her hips as if she were observing them scientifically, but I knew she was planning out her next move.
She stood there for several moments, listening to Amber’s muffled moans and watching as Matt’s ass flexed and contracted with each thrust. Kristin’s breasts had perked, and her nipples were rock solid, showing through the thin, ribbed sweater she was wearing. Slowly, she lifted her hand up and placed it on Matt’s shoulder, finally making her move. I watched as Matt jerked in shock, his eyes flying open and his head turning to look behind him. He glanced back at Amber and paused, not yet saying a word to alert her to Kristin’s presence. It was clear that he didn’t know how to feel about her standing there.
“Do you need a hand?” Kristin asked.
I looked over at Amber as her eyes flew open and her arms instinctively covered her perfectly round breasts that she had just been massaging. Kristin rubbed her hand across Matt’s shoulder and turned to Amber, rubbing her hand across her cheek and shushing her. My wife smiled coyly, glancing over at my eyes peeking in through the doorway. She knew I was there, and she was going to give me a show.
“You don’t need to be shy with me,” Kristin said to Amber, leaning in close to her face.
I stood there with a smirk, watching my wife as she slid her hand down to Amber’s pussy, right above where Matt’s cock was resting. She smiled coyly at Amber, but Amber didn’t move, watching Kristin carefully as her fingers moved over her clit and stopped. My cock was throbbing in my pants, but I stayed put, letting Kristin do what she came to do.
“You clearly need to come,” she said with a pouty look. “Luckily, I would be more than happy to help out a friend in need.”
With those absolutely brilliant words, my wife started to rub Amber’s clit fast and hard, just the way to get Amber to come. Immediately, Amber started to moan, obviously unable to help herself. That familiar feeling, the fact that Kristin knew exactly what Amber needed, was completely erotic, and I was not the only one that was feeling that. From the sound of Amber’s moans and the way her head tilted back, she was all too ready to get off by the hands of her old roommate and lover.
Slowly, Kristin looked at Matt’s face, getting just inches from his mouth as she slid her hand around his back and grasped his hips. She pushed Matt’s body forward, looking down and licking her lips as his cock slowly moved back inside of Amber. The muscles on her arm contracted as she pushed and pulled on his hips, moving him back into his normal motions. She smiled at him and bit her bottom lip, looking back at Amber as she circled her fingers over her clit, moving down to the base of Matt’s wet cock and then back up to her hard nub. I reached down and grabbed onto my cock, which was rock-solid in my long underwear. I rubbed on it hard, thinking about jerking myself off as I watched my wife make Amber come. I grabbed on hard to my shaft through my pants, knowing that I was going to have my chance as soon as she got out of that bathroom. My eyes were glued to the whole scene, Amber’s writhing
body, Kristin’s fingers rubbing her clit hard and fast, and Amber’s pussy getting a long, hard cock inside of it. What I wouldn’t do to be sitting beneath Amber, fucking her in the ass and making her come even harder.
Amber’s blonde hair was flowing wildly around her, having come undone from the ponytail she had previously put it in. She opened her mouth as her chest moved forward, ready to let out a moan, but Kristin pulled her hand up and covered her mouth, keeping her quiet. She reached back down and moved forward toward Amber, situating four fingers over her clit and beginning to rub harder and harder, pushing her into her climax. Matt grunted loudly, looking at Amber and up at Kristin, obviously wanting to fuck her, which only turned me on more. He gripped down on Amber’s hips as she shook from orgasm and began to fuck her harder and harder. His jaw was locked tightly, and Kristin continued to rub frantically on Amber’s pussy. She took her other and reached down, gently swiping her hand across the bottom of Matt’s balls. He groaned and pulled himself deep inside of Amber, his hips barely pumping now, and his eyes locked on Kristin’s face. He growled as his orgasm exploded, and he spilled out deep inside of Amber.
Kristin smiled cockily, removing her hand from his balls and her pussy. Slowly, she leaned in and lifted Amber’s chin, giving her a gentle, but sensual kiss. She turned and winked at Matt, before walking toward the door and out of the bathroom, triumphant in her plan to seduce both of them. I was in complete awe at the sexual power of my wife and just how easy it was for her to fuck anyone, anywhere, any time. I knew if she wanted it, she could have been pounded in that bathroom, but that was just a tease for them.
