Couples Ski Weekend
(L) – This story contains strong language.
My husband Tom and I so much enjoy reading MarriageHeat stories out loud to each other. It has become one of our favorite forms of mental foreplay. We are both turned off by porn and are worried about its harmful effects. Watching a sexy rom-com together is fun, but wholesome ones are like good men—hard to find.
Most of the stories on this site have the ring of truth—“artistic verisimilitude,” as I was taught in my creative writing classes in undergrad—as well as an element of voyeuristic attraction, as if we are imagining what it would be like to watch another married couple making love. We ran across one of these stories a few months ago, “Voyeurs in the Dark,” from September of 2020, where a couple watches another couple on a beach going at it, and getting caught up in the passion of it all. It was very hot stuff!
Anyway, that story kindled a memory from when we were first married, over 35 years ago (yes, that’s no typo), and I thought I’d share it with our little community here. (I hope this story makes it past the editors. They have high standards and rightly so!)
We had been married for around six months and were still in that stage of our relationship where, well, to be honest, we both wanted to fuck each other, a lot! We often went at it every week night, and two to three times a weekend, sometimes more! At my job I would daydream about Tom and have to go masturbate in my car at lunch. (TMI, I know!)
Anyway, in January we were invited to go snow skiing with one of Tom’s partners and his wife. They were older and very wealthy. They had teenage children, and were very kind and solicitous to us.
The husband was a pilot and owned his own airplane. They had a beautiful ski-in ski-out condo at Beaver Creek, and invited us to join them.
Although we were avid skiers, we initially declined—it was far beyond our means at the time, as they enjoyed an entirely different lifestyle than two newlyweds. But then they said, “Don’t worry, we got this,” and so we thought, “Why not live a little? Sure, we’d love to!”
A month later we were landing in Colorado and climbing into an SUV with all our gear.
Their place was cozy and well appointed, very “western” in style, and we found our way to one of the guest bedrooms on the second floor.
A bit of “setting the scene” is necessary. The place had a huge living area, a fireplace you could practically roast an elk in, incredible views of the slopes and snow covered peaks in the distance, and of course, a hot tub!
After we had been there a couple of days, we were finally setting into the unfamiliar, lavish environment. Tom and I spent most of our time wearing ourselves out on the slopes, more so than Sean and Amy, who were more into good wine and gourmet restaurants. To each his own, right?
Anyway, one afternoon it was snowing so hard it made it tough to ski, so Tom and I opted for lunch at a place on the slopes, a couple of margaritas, and a “nap,” though I knew that really meant an opportunity for some great afternoon sex!
We skied back to the condo early in the afternoon to find a welcoming fire in the fireplace and our hosts soaking in the hot tub, drinking wine. It was still snowing, and the tub was bubbling. They invited us to join them, but we declined in favor of our “nap.” We made plans to meet up later for dinner, then headed up to our room on the second floor.
The two upstairs bedrooms opened onto an interior balcony above the living room, and had a view out the huge wall of windows that overlooked the outdoor deck and hot tub. As we went into our room, Tom glanced over his shoulder.
“Um, don’t look now, but I think Amy is naked.”
Of course, I looked. Sure enough, Amy had stepped out of the hot tub to re-fill her glass. She was naked as the day she was born, and still quite beautiful. Her blonde hair was pulled back and in a pony tail, large breasts that were most likely surgically enhanced, and a cute butt, as best we could tell.
“Quick, shut the door and don’t let them see us!” I whispered sharply.
“I don’t think they care,” Tom said. “Besides, they’re the ones who are naked, not us.”
Shame on us, but we couldn’t take our eyes off them. We knelt down on the floor and peered through the balcony railing like a couple of little kids watching the grown ups at a party we weren’t invited to.
Sean must have been naked too. He slid over, almost as if he wanted to be seen, and Amy stepped into the hot tub and snuggled up to him. Soon it was clear that her right arm was furiously churning the water between Sean’s legs.
That was enough for me. I retreated to the bedroom. “Tom, get in here right now and close the door. That’s their private time!” I insisted.
“Shhh. She’s sucking his cock now,” Tom said. “Goodness, it’s impressive too! He’s got his head back, apparently quite comfortable.”
“Stop looking this instant!” I said, half mad, half laughing.
“Jeez Anne, she’s climbed up on him and is riding him like a jockey! You gotta see this!”
“No, you gotta see this!” I said.
While Tom was watching Sean and Amy, I had peeled off my ski clothes and wrapped myself up in the fur throw blanket on the bed. Tom turned to look at me, and I opened the fur and displayed my then-26-year old-body, naked but for my ski socks, and ready for some attention.
Soon Tom and I were under the covers. Watching Sean and Amy had us both turned on. Tom started to go down on me, as we had taken the phrase “she comes first” as our sex mantra early in marriage, but I stopped him. “No,” I said. “I want it all, and I want it now,” quoting a Queen song we both loved.
Tom obliged. Even in our aroused state, Tom took his time. I both loved it and wished he’d get on with it at the same time. He teased my clit with the head of his cock. I pulled my knees back and farther apart, and raised my butt off the bed to give him full access. He slid his knees up under my butt until he was kneeling upright. Tom in his mid 20s was quite fit—a beautiful man, really—and I loved watching him watch me.
He took his cock in his hand and very slowly placed it at the entrance of my waiting pussy. He didn’t push in right away. He just very slowly pressed and stopped, pressed and stopped.
I must have moaned a little, because Tom said, “You want more? You want this cock, baby?”
I nodded my head and let out a whimper, and I tried to scoot down onto him, but he stopped me by putting his hand on my pubic mound and running his fingers through my soft strawberry blonde hair. (Nobody shaved in the 90s!)
I responded by wrapping my legs around his hard ass, rubbing my clit with my right hand, and cupping my breasts with my left. The cold and the excitement had both my nipples fully erect and quite sensitive.
Tom continued to hold back. “If you want it, you’re going to have to beg for it.”
In that position, the angle of his cock was pressing against the top (or anterior) side of my vagina, only about two inches inside me. I didn’t know it then, but that was right on my G spot, and at 26, I wasn’t even sure I had one. All I knew was the pleasure was unusually intense. Combined with my fingers on my clit and Tom’s cock barely inside me, I could feel myself approaching an orgasm much faster than I was used to.
“Don’t move. There. Right there. Oh my! I’m going to come already.”
Sure enough, within about fifteen seconds, it was as if a dam had broken inside me. I could literally feel a cascade of release start in my chest and rush down through my pussy to my thighs then toes. My well-toned ski legs were shaking, and I probably gave Tom’s back a free chiropractic adjustment from gripping him so hard. He had made me come before, but nothing like this!
“Fuuuuccckkk . . .” I groaned, shattering my formerly ladylike vocabulary. I wasn’t a big talker in bed back then, but I am now. I think I might have scared Tom with that sudden outburst!
Then I realized we were both in a puddle of . . . whatever. Sweat, margarita, pussy juice, snowmelt, who knows? In 1989, squirting wasn’t the thing it is now.
“Sorry . . .” I gasped. “I think I made a mess. Your turn.”
“My God Annie! That was incredible!” Tom said.
“Shhh, baby. Just keep fucking me.” I was so turned on, I think I came again.
Tom finished, adding a load of his cum to the mess I was now marinating in. As soon as he rolled off of me, I jumped to my feet and jerked the covers off the bed like a juggler yanking a tablecloth out from under a pile of plates!
“Annie, it’s freezing in here!” Tom exclaimed. “Blanket please!”
I obliged. I bundled up the rest of the sheets, checked the mattress—no stain, thank you God—threw on a plush guest robe, and popped the sheets into the upstairs laundry. I’d figure out a cover story for our hosts later.
We met downstairs about 6 for dinner.
“How was your nap?” Amy asked with a smile.
“How was the hot tub?” I replied.
Tom just looked sheepish. Sean was beaming.
We all burst into spontaneous laughter.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
After the ski trip, we only heard from them a few more times, and after politely declining another weekend invitation due to family commitments, it was radio silence. We learned later that they were headed for divorce. Let’s just say they ran in the fast lane, and we didn’t, and leave it at that. While they never came out and said it, I’m convinced that we were invited to be their weekend sex toys.
But the point of my story is that a voyeuristic experience now and then can be a real turn on. This one was our first and last, until discovering this website. Thank you for making our fantasies a bit more interesting!
Love and blessings,
Anne
Masturbating at lunchtime thinking of your husband? What a wonderfully sexy wife!
Love this story! You’re a very good writer. Thank you for sharing!
Great story. You were wise to decline joining them in the hot tub. But we can kinda relate to how another couple can set you off.
A few years ago we went to Australia. A young very attractive Latin couple came out to the pool and the young woman had on a string bikini. The man took pictures of her hitting very sexy poses and her wiggling her buns – arching her back to push out her already ample boobs, etc etc. Basically the young woman was twerking for the camera.
We got to know them after the twerking. They came sat by us in the pool. I speak Spanish and my wife understands some Spanish too.
When we got back to our room in the resort my wife began twerking and dancing like the young Latina. Plus Melody stroked her boobies and fingered her pussy. Needless to say we had an incredible sex session. To this day my Melody frequently does her erotic dance inspired by that Latin couple in Australia. I’ll always be grateful to them.
Your description of the sex you n your husband enjoyed was so beautiful and erotic! Thanks for sharing!
Love your story naughty wife You're writing education shows through and you're beautiful story.
I very much enjoyed reading.
This was both an education for newlyweds and for those who may be have been around the block a few times and have found things beginning to lag. Temptation can present itself to us in the seemingly most inconspicuous ways.
I'm sure the couple who invited you had probably both approved of the two of you in the way you looked, and discussed the possibilities of what could happen in the right setting.
And I believe that your retrospect suspicions are correct that they probably did think of something more that they wanted to do with you two. Having myself been in similar situations with women (And I think I've shared both through experiential stories and comments about those instances) and the two of us around other people.
With the exception of my husband's infidelity at one point. We had never given into the temptation to the point of engaging with anyone else. Although we have had sex on a nude beach in Spain while other people were having their own sex and were around. And myself having had come very close to the point of a couple of intimate embraces and a.kiss with other women. My husband's sister being one of them. I've had to wear with all to back away from those situations.
I can also say that most of these things happened after his infidelity and the sexual revolution of our marriage.
As of yet my husband has not yet read this story but will. And believe me this will fuel our desires.
We have been in similar situations where we have witnessed others engaging in sex and the desire to be a voyeur takes over.
One example of that would be when we were on the nude beach in Spain. We had no intention of doing anything publicly sexual but when we found a place to sit down in relatively close proximity of other people also nude. One could not help but watch as they engaged in various sexual activities together. It was enough to arouse the two of us to engage in it as well..
As I've said to you in a comment before I know darn well that if you and I know each other We would probably be very good friends. I can echo this sentiment for a lot of the women in this group.
There is a sense of commonality with the women here who are able to speak openly about sex and their experiences and yet maintain their faith and their fidelity to monogamy.
Lady L. ❤️❤️❤️
Just wanted to add about your comment about porn.. I agree very much that much of what is out there today is very much into taboo. A lot of a dealing with stepmom stepdad stepdaughter stepson. Not good!
As well as pushing the gate or lesbian or trans narrative. And the use of violent sex.
Now I say that with reservation because first off, There are times when my husband and I do get pretty passionate and rough. And I do enjoy getting my hair pulled spanked and the feeling of a loose hand on my throat. It's not something that we do all the time or that's needed.
Along with the fact that as most people know here I do consider myself bisexual because of my attraction to other women although I have never given in completely to it.
I do realize that there are parameters that we have to operate within because of our faith and although there are gray lines we do try to use our better judgment.
Lady L. ❤️💋
Seeing another couple can certainly be arousing. It was a great story and I couldn’t help but laugh at this line, “ Then I realized we were both in a puddle of . . . whatever. Sweat, margarita, pussy juice, snowmelt, who knows? In 1989, squirting wasn’t the thing it is now.”
I love your writing and thanks for sharing!
Thanks for the lovely comments. I’m working on erotica with a touch of humor. There’s more than one way to get a smile!
Wow, this story was a huge turn-on! I loved your descriptions! As a very visual woman, just reading about Tom being a "fit, beautiful man" with a hard ass definitely got me heated up. 😉 I fantasize about my future husband being quite a stud! And then you squirting and "marinating" in a puddle? Oh my word! So sexy!
MH, we need the Favorite button back! These stories deserve to be saved!
NaughtyWife64,
WOW!! That was a great story on several levels!
I like that your descriptions are the detailed, "full-color" type. No beating around the "bush" for you. (I wish that all women realized that men enjoy that. Too many women treat their husbands as if we were women, enjoying being "teased". Nope! Men like it "direct".)
Modern technology takes the "voyeuristic experience" to a whole new level. While couples in times past might enjoy sex in front of a mirror, now it's possible to watch a video of yourselves. (That way, you get to be both "exhib" and "voy" at the same time. And, you can see yourself from angles that are impossible otherwise.)
One way to "up the game" even more would be with a camera drone. But, trying to control it while having sex would be difficult. So, the next level would be to invite another couple over and have one couple be the "camera crew" for a while, and then switch. That would require being really good, trusting friends with firm and respectful boundaries. But, if you could find such a couple, then the fun would be off the charts. Your thoughts?
Well congrats. I just celebrated 41 yrs married. To the same woman. Lol.
She must be a saint to put up with me
This is one of my biggest fantasies. Loved every detail. I want to be watched so bad