Ski Chalet Swingers Part 2 MF MMF FF Group
By David Lavenham
Chapter 2 – The Morning After
The next day there was a perceptible
tension in the group, an undercurrent to the slightly forced normality of the
holiday group.
‘Jesus you guys are quiet today’, Gareth said as they finished their lunch, ‘I thought the
mountain air was supposed to clear a hangover’.
Alison, Sarah, John & Martin knew it
was not a hangover that had changed their mood. They were uncomfortable in each
others company. The night had ended abruptly, Martin jumping up at the sound of
his wife’s voice, quickly pulling on his robe, leaving Sarah lying on the
bench, a tell-tale drip of his cum leaking from her pussy as her husband helped
her up and into her robe. ‘I guess we better hit the hay’, David managed to
say, leading Sarah to their room.
The weather turned during the afternoon,
the crystal blue skies quickly filling with heavy cloud and swirling snow. It
was no fun skiing in a near blizzard so they decided to call it a day early and
headed back to the Chalet early.
‘I think it’s time to try out the Jacuzzi’,
Janet said as they shook the snow from their coats.
‘Great idea’, Gareth
agreed, ‘care to join us?’
The others declined and made for the
lounge.
There was an uneasy atmosphere as Alison
poured coffee. The conversation was forced, focussing on skiing, weather
predictions and dinner plans. The couples paired up on the sofa’s
and as they watched the fire take hold they fell into an uneasy silence.
Sarah broke the silence.
‘Dave and I talked a lot last night’, she
said, looking into the fire, ‘and, well, I know this sounds odd, but I want to
let you know we are OK with what happened’.
‘We don’t want it to ruin our friendship’,
Dave chipped in, looking towards their friends.
‘I’m so glad’, Alison said with relief in
her voice, ‘We talked about it too, and, well, I guess we feel the same’.
The uneasy silence fell again, only to be
broken by Dave.
‘Mind you, there is one thing I would like
to say to Martin’, he said, three sets of worried eyes suddenly focussing on
him, ‘Next time can you put a rug down, I spent half the night getting
splinters out of Sarah’s back!’
The tension evaporated with their laughter,
the release after the charged atmosphere of the day fuelled their hilarity,
they were crying with laughter.
When they finally calmed down Martin let
slip a comment that would change their relationship for ever.
‘OK, next time I will be more careful!’ he
said, winking at Sarah.
Given the weather was bad they decided to
treat themselves to a good dinner, choosing one of the better restaurants in
town. Despite the fine food the atmosphere was relaxed and by the time they had
settled into there coffee’s they had polished off a few bottles of wine. As
they talked Sarah felt a leg brush against her leg. She thought it was an
accident, but then it was back, resting against her calf. She knew it couldn’t
be Dave who was one place away to her right, she guessed it was probably Martin
or Alison who where sitting opposite her. ‘Probably to pissed
to notice’ she thought.
Then it moved, She
felt a warm foot trace its way up her leg to her knee. She looked across to
Alison and Martin. Both were listening intently to Gareth.
The foot did not stop at her knee, it worked its way up her thigh. ‘He’s good’, she
thought. Martin was still focussing on the conversation, seemingly undisturbed
by his under table advances. She opened her legs a little and allowed the foot
to glide up under her skirt, slowly making its way up her thighs until the toes
reached their target, the cotton of her panties the only thing between them and
her aching pussy. She shut her eyes as the toes wiggled against her moistening
slit.
‘Are you OK?’, it
was Janet, noticing that she had closed her eyes.
‘Oh, er, yes’,
she said with a start. The toes still pressed against her crotch. She looked
across to Martin, but it was Alison who caught her eye, winking.
Sarah and Alison were at the back of the
group as they left the restaurant to walk back to the Chalet. They linked their
arms as they walked to steady themselves on the ice. ‘So what was that about?’, Sarah asked.
‘I just fancied flirting with you’, her
friend replied honestly.
‘I thought it was my husband you would be
flirting with after last night’.
Alison stopped and looked at Sarah,
concerned that her friend was upset. She was relieved to see Alison smiling
back at her.
‘Sarah’, Alison began hesitantly, ‘there is
something I need to ask you’
‘Yes?’, Sarah
looked a little worried now.
‘You know I said Martin and I talked a lot
about what happened last night?’
‘Yes’
‘Well, I don’t want to offend you, and only
if you are both OK with it, well, we would ……..’
‘Like to do it again?’ Sarah interrupted.
‘Yes’.
Sarah looked deep into her friend’s eyes,
‘So would we’, she said.
They hugged, both relived to get past this
significant milestone. Sarah went to move off, but Alison held her back.
‘There is something else’, she said,
‘something I haven’t talked to Martin about’.
‘What is it?’
‘Seeing you with Martin, seeing him
screwing you on that bench, well, I felt something strange, I wanted to be
Martin’
‘I don’t understand what you mean?’
Alison looked up at her friend, ‘Sarah, I
want to sleep with you as well’.
A tear welled up in Sarah’s eye as she
hugged her friend, ‘Oh, Alison, I would gladly to be your lover’.
They were both crying as they kissed. It
started as a tender kiss, a gentle pressure on the lips, but the contact
unleashed a passion between them and soon they were locked together, their
tongues entwined as they enjoyed their first lesbian experience. As they kissed
their hands explored each others bodies. Like teenagers outside a school disco
they grabbed at each others breasts through their coats as they pressed themselves
together. Soon Sarah’s hand had found its way into Alison’s coat and was
cupping her breast in her cold hand. At the same time Allison’s cold hand had
wormed its way up her skirt and was rubbing her pussy through her panties.
They were brought down to earth by a honk
from a passing motorist and started laughing.
‘Let’s meet up tonight when Dave and Martin
are asleep’, Sarah suggested.
‘Oh yes, lets’, Alison responded, she had
never felt so horny as they decided what to do.
By David Lavenham
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