Ski Chalet Swingers – Part 1 MF MMF FF
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By David Lavenham
Chapter 1 – Breaking new ground
‘What a fantastic day’, Janet exclaimed as
she collapsed on the sofa, nursing a large brandy, ‘It’s so good to be back in
the mountain air’.
‘Sure is’, Alison said, ‘but my legs ache
from all that Skiing’.
‘And my head aches from all that red wine’,
John joked.
Sarah poured herself a brandy and joined
Janet on the sofa, ‘At least we haven’t got the kids to worry about this year!’
‘A toast’, Gareth
proclaimed, ‘to absent offspring’
They raised their glasses and drank.
The ski trip was a regular event, they had made the pilgrimage to the mountains every
year for over a decade. But this year was different; their children were old
enough to take their own trip.
There was a blast of cold air as Martin and
David came in off the balcony.
‘What a fantastic night, I have never seen
so many stars’, David said as he rubbed his hands to warm them.
‘That’s because you are seeing double after
all that brandy!’ Sarah joked, squealing as her husband thrust his cold hands
down her back.
Alison was still rubbing her sore legs,
‘Anyone fancy a dip in the Jacuzzi?’ she asked.
‘I’m game!’ David said, jumping up from his
seat.
‘God, no!’, said Gareth, far to late for me. ‘I’m turning in’. ‘Me to’, said
Janet, pulling her husband out of his chair and dragging him upstairs.
‘Are you not going to join us?’ Alison held
her husbands hand. Martin smiled, ‘I will leave you in David’s care! I’m
staying here in the warm’. ‘Me to’, said Sarah, ‘I will keep Martin, and the
brandy bottle, company!’
Alison headed for the door, ‘I will get my
swimsuit on ad see you down there’, she said as she left the room.
The Jacuzzi was on a veranda at the bottom
of the house, just outside the ‘boot room’ where the ski equipment was stored,
below the main living areas. David changed into his trunks and had been
luxuriating in the bubbles for 10 minutes when Alison finally arrived.
‘Sorry David’, she said, ‘looks like we
will have to take a rain check. I have forgotten to pack my swimsuit’.
‘Who needs a swimsuit, just jump in! I promise not to peek!’ He put his hands over his eyes,
smiling.
Alison laughed, ‘Cheeky sod!’ She thought
for a few seconds, looking into the inviting hot water.
‘Oh screw it!’,
she said, ‘I’ve known you long enough, and you will never see anything through
all the steam and bubbles’.
David could not believe his luck.
‘Look the other way then!’,
Alison said, dropping her robe on the floor and jumping in while David
pointedly stared in the other direction.
‘That’s good’, she said sinking into the
bubbles, giggling to herself.
‘What’s so funny?’
‘I just sat on a jet of bubbles!’
‘Lucky bubbles’
‘What do you mean!’,
Alison looked at David, her head titled to one side, feigning innocence,
‘Sitting their in your nice trunks mocking your poor little naked friend’.
‘Well if that’s how you fee’, David started
to wriggle under the water, ‘now we are even!’ He raised his hand out of the
water, his dripping trunks dangling from his fingers.
‘Dave!’, Alison
was laughing so much that she slipped under the water. In an instant Dave had
grabbed her and pulled her from the bubbling depths of the Jacuzzi, holding her
facing him with his hands under her arms. Her dripping face was only inches
from his, he could feel her hot breath on his lips.
They froze for a moment, staring into each others eyes. Then they kissed; a
deep passionate kiss that took them both by surprise.
Still kissing Dave drew her closer, feeling
her skin against his, her nipples against his chest. Alison put her arms around
his neck, holding herself to him as they kissed, kneeling over him on the
plastic seat of the Jacuzzi.
He drew her closer to him, feeling the
touch of her belly against his erect cock. ‘Oh, David’, Alison whispered
feeling his cock next to her soft skin. She began to rock slowly, moving
against him, rubbing herself against his hardness.
They were being carried along by the moment, neither stopping to think about
what they were doing. David ran his hands down Alison’s back and brought them
to rest on her buttocks. Instinctively she rose slightly and he guided his
erection towards the entrance of her pussy.
Sarah and Martin stood silent in the open
door, their unblinking eyes fixed on the activity in the Jacuzzi. They were in
their bathing costumes and robes, having decided to join their spouses after
all. Neither of them moved to stop the infidelity taking place before their
eyes. They would later admit that the emotion they both felt was not one of
jealousy, but one of desire.
David’s dick slid slowly into Alison’s
tight pussy. She gasped as he pushed his full length deep inside her until he
was pushing against the entrance to her womb. Slowly she rocked on him, feeling
his dick move against the ridges deep inside her.
Realising that she had just witnessed the
cuckolding of the man standing next to her Sarah turned to see his reaction.
His face was fixed on the scene before them. She noticed his arm move and,
looking down, watched as he slowly stroked his dick. Masturbating as he watched
his wife being fucked by another man. Without stopping to rationalise her
actions Sarah knelt and took his dick in her mouth, feeling it grow harder as
she took his length deep into her throat.
Alison increased her rhythm, pushing harder
and harder against Dave’s cock, the water of the Jacuzzi spilling in rhythmic
splashes as they fucked.
Martin finally broke his gaze from his
wife’s carnal activities, seemingly just realising that the wife of his friend
was sucking his cock. He stroked Sarah’s hair then lifted her head from his
dick, bringing their lips together in a passionate kiss. As they moved away
from the door, back into the boot room they ripped at each others robes,
shedding them on the floor before once more locking into a passionate kiss,
their hands exploring each others bodies. Martin slipped his thumbs under the
straps of Sarah’s costume, lowering it over her breasts. He kissed down her
neck and around her breasts taking her nipple in his mouth. As he flicked his
tongue across her stiffening peak he slipped her costume over her waist,
leaving it to drop onto the floor. Gently he lowered Sarah onto a wooden bench
and lifted her knees, burying his face in her pussy, lapping at her like a
thirsty dog.
Alison’s body was slamming into Dave. She
was lifting herself almost completely off him before slamming down on his dick,
gasping with each thrust, their torsos colliding with a slap, sending a tidal
wave of water onto the decking.
Martin slipped off his trunks and
positioned himself between Sarah’s thighs; she looked deep into his eyes as she
took his dick and guided it towards her waiting pussy. He took her slowly,
savouring the sensation as his dick passed from the cold air into the
enveloping warmth of Sarah’s pussy.
Alison’s moans and gasps became louder as
she began to climax. David’s balls began to tighten as she speared herself
again and again with his rock hard dick. With a little screech she froze for a
second as her orgasm took over, her back arched her breathing stopped. Then she
gasped and fell on to him, quaking as she came, waves of pleasure ripping
through her body. Her pussy was still on him, but gripping him rhythmically as
she came. This tipped Dave over the edge and he too began to cum, filling
Alison with his seed before they fell into each others arms exhausted.
Alison’s squeal did not go unheard in the
boot room. The unmistakeable sound of his wife coming lead to a sudden change
in Martin’s behaviour, he began to fuck Sarah hard, slamming his dick into her
body as hard and fast as he could manage. Sarah clung on to him, her arms
around his back, her legs wrapped around his waist. He fucked her like a
rampant teenager, relentlessly pounding her wet pussy. Her back was hurt on the
rough bench, and it took a huge effort just to hang on to him and avoid
falling, but it was fantastic sex; raw, primitive and urgent; soon triggering
the tell tale signs of an impending orgasm.
It was Alison and Martin’s turn to stare
dumbstruck. Their post coital bliss had been disturbed by the noises in the
boot room. They jumped out of the Jacuzzi like it was suddenly burning them and
slung their robes around them. Neither of them spoke as they slowly opened the
door to the boot room to see their partners naked and fucking like teenagers on
the hard wooden bench.
Sarah felt the cold draft as the door
opened, she caught her husband’s eye over Martins shoulder and managed a weak
smile as he watched his friend fuck her, loosing the eyeball contact only when
Martins final thrust and the waves of hot cum filling her pussy caused her to
close her eyes in ecstasy.
As Martin collapsed on top of Sarah his
wife broke the silence behind him, ‘I guess that makes it one all’.
By David Lavenham
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