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 M
att 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.