(c) 2002 by VGAVoy

Laura stood by the dormer window of their room in the ski lodge and watched as the group of cross-country skiers got themselves sorted out into some semblance of a straight line and headed off toward the horizon, where the sun was just making an appearance. There were about a dozen skiers, and the only way she could tell which one was her husband was by the distinct lime green color of his ski outfit.

Although their room was warm from the gas-log fire burning in the fireplace, the cold radiating from the windowpane caused her nipples to crinkle up and press out the front of her red see-through baby-doll nightie. The flimsy outfit cupped her large breasts into a tight cleavage, then flowed down, ending at her waist. The g-string panty was as transparent as the gown itself, revealing the light brown fur of her sex that barely hid the pink folds within. The nightgown was designed to accentuate, not to cover up, and if the skiers had been any closer to the lodge, Laura wouldn't have dared to stand that close to the window. The group was far enough away that she knew they couldn't see any details other than her light silhouette against the dark of the room behind her, even if any of them had decided to look back.

Laura sighed and turned from the window as the last skier topped the rise and dropped from sight over the other side of the hill. Her motion caused her breasts to sway back and forth, threatening to escape the confines of the straining red triangles of nylon. She grabbed her hairbrush and headed for the bathroom.

Laura watched her large breasts move back and forth as she brushed her hair to a luxurious sparkle. A blush spread across her chest and into her cheeks. Until this morning, Roger had never seen her dressed like this in the almost three years that they had been married. She had attended an all-girl high school at the insistence of her parents, and then gone on to a small private all-girl college. Her only contact with boys had been the rigidly structured, closely chaperoned dances at schools. Being shy, she had usually just danced with other girls.

After obtaining a mostly useless liberal arts degree, she had gone home to find that her parents had a young man "waiting in the wings" for her. She and Roger had "dated" for about six months, usually getting together for various family functions, before he popped the question. Six months later found them married and ensconced in the big house his parents had given them as a wedding present.

She had been a virgin for him on their wedding night, and she did her wifely duty and spread her legs and hoisted her gown for him whenever he wanted her to. She found that she enjoyed the pounding in her loins and the sweaty grabs and gropes as he made love to her, but she repressed her feelings. Her mother had explained to her that sexual urgings were just "part of being a man" and having to put up with her husband's assault was "part of being a wife." After he would spurt into her, she would get up and wipe herself off, then come back to bed, usually to find him already asleep. This was all Laura really knew about sex.

She looked down at her big boobs and shook her head. The nightie had been a waste of money. She had hoped it would help make Roger forego a day of skiing and stay in the lodge with her.

*****

The weeklong ski vacation had been Roger's idea. Never mind the fact that she didn't ski at all. All he could think of was the total immersion into his current sport of choice. It seemed that every couple of months, he and his group of sports-crazed friends had another favorite activity that he had to take part in. Normally, Laura just stayed home and sat around their backyard pool or worked on her flowers in the sunroom while Roger went on these wild trips. Roger did very well as a consultant, which not only allowed him to take all these weeks off for his "jaunts," as he called them, but also allowed him to afford all of the equipment that these excursions seemed to call for.

This time, Roger had described a week of loafing around a ski lodge, sitting by the fire in the great room, sipping cocoa and playing backgammon. She had envisioned him making a few runs down the ski slopes, then joining her for a light brunch, followed by a few more runs and an afternoon of leisure and romance with her. Their nights would be filled with slow lovemaking under the moonlight streaming through the window.

It was with this verbal picture in mind that Laura had dared to purchase the red nightie. Just thinking about the experience of buying the gown made her blush. She just knew the sales clerk had her pegged as some sort of tramp for buying such an outfit. Laura's usual bedtime attire consisted of plain white cotton gowns, high-necked and reaching her ankles.

Laura flopped back across the large four-poster bed with another sigh. Her disillusionment had begun the day after she agreed to accompany him "just this once." She had returned from a shopping trip to buy some clothes for lounging around the ski lodge to find that Roger had made some purchases for her as well.

"You can't take all that stuff, honey," he had explained. "There is no road up to this lodge. You can only get there by snowmobile. The only clothes you will be taking will be what you can fit into a backpack. Here," he continued, tossing her a bright yellow ski outfit. "Go try this on. You'll need something warm to wear on the snowmobile."

Laura had exploded, telling him that if he expected her to live for a week on what she could cram into a small nylon pack, that he could damn well go on this jaunt by himself again! They had argued for the rest of the afternoon, Laura not budging until he agreed to buy a small trailer for the snowmobile to carry her luggage.

Their trip had started two days later before the sun came up. Roger explained that they had to reach the trailhead by 10:00 if they were going to reach the lodge before nightfall. Laura had dozed off and on while Roger babbled on and on about how much fun the trip would be.

They had arrived at the snow-covered parking lot as scheduled, and Roger wheeled their SUV into a row of hunter green clones and jumped out to greet his buddies and their wives. The parking lot was a whirlwind of activity as they yelled, and high-fived and slapped each other on the back, all while unloading the gear from their SUV's and sliding the snowmobiles from their trailers.

Laura slipped from their SUV and walked to the middle of the parking lot, looking around for a rest room. They had been on the road for over four hours, with their only stop being a drive-up window at a fast food place for breakfast sandwiches and coffee. That coffee was now making Laura quite uncomfortable. She interrupted Roger's male bonding ritual to ask him about comfort facilities.

"There's a portable shithouse up at the end of the parking lot," was his gruff reply. "Make it snappy, we're leaving in ten minutes."

She headed off toward the big green plastic box, already hating the one-piece ski suit. She knew she would have to practically remove it completely in order to sit and pee. The portable toilet lived up to her worst fears. It was filthy and it smelled, even in the sub-freezing temperatures. Of course, there was no toilet paper. Laura was reluctant to sit on the dirty toilet seat, so she squatted, holding her ski suit around her thighs as she hovered over the dark opening. She shivered as her piss gushed into the holding tank.

"Shit," she thought as she finished up, finding a scrap of tissue in her purse to wipe with. "The way this trip is turning out, the 'ski lodge' will probably turn out to be a lean-to made with old tree branches."

She left the smelly outhouse and hurried back to the group as fast as the slippery ground would allow. They were lined up ready to go and Laura noticed that most of the snowmobiles had trailers attached to them with skis and poles lashed to their sides. When asked, Roger told her that they contained food supplies for the week. They were the only ones pulling a trailer that contained mostly clothing.

A whirlwind of introductions followed, and Laura promptly forgot most of the names. There were seven couples including her and Roger, and their snowmobile was placed next to the last in line. Roger told the couple behind them, Joe and Betty something, to yell if Laura fell off. After donning helmets, the caravan moved off, with Laura holding tightly to Roger's waist. The way the snowmobile was bouncing around, Roger might not have been joking when he told the people behind them to keep an eye on her.

To Laura, the trip lasted an eternity. She was glad that she had only had one cup of coffee and that she had been able to find a place to pee before they left. There were no stops along the way. When she leaned forward to ask Roger about lunch, he reached in a pouch on his belt and handed her a chunk of what looked like leather.

"Jerky," he yelled. "Bite off a piece and chew it 'til it softens up." Just then their snowmobile hit a bump and Laura had to grab wildly to stay on. The piece of jerky was left behind on the trail.

The steady vibration of the snowmobile, combined with the bumps along the trail and the lack of lunch had left Laura with a splitting headache. She was just about to tell Roger that they absolutely had to stop, when they topped a small rise and she saw a clearing before them with a large building in the middle of it.

"At least Roger didn't lie about the lodge," Laura thought with relief as she gazed at the huge ski lodge. It was a big log structure with a gray slate roof. Stone steps led up to a wrap-around porch that ran around the front and near side of the building. There was a huge stone chimney sticking up from the far end. Three dormer windows stuck out of the roof. A smaller windowless building off to the left had a couple of big barn doors on it and a huge pile of firewood stacked against it. The caravan of snowmobiles headed for this structure.

The silence was almost deafening as one by one, the snowmobiles were turned off. Their racket had silenced any birds in the area, and for a moment, the only sound Laura could hear was the metallic ticking of the snowmobile engines as they cooled off.

Laura pulled off her helmet and stepped off of the snowmobile, and promptly sat down in the snow. She had been sitting so long that her legs refused to work. Roger laughed, but she noticed that he was moving rather stiffly as he slowly climbed off of the snowmobile. The rest of the crowd was having the same difficulty, although Laura was the only one who fell.

Roger was opening the trailer as he told her that everyone needed to pitch in to unload all the supplies. Laura had informed him of her headache and her intention of going to bed to sleep it off. "Come with me now and show me our room," she said as she grabbed her overnight case. "You can bring the rest of our luggage up later."

Roger had helped her up the wide front steps and into the lodge. It was as cold inside as it was outside. "It'll get warm when we fire up the big fireplace," he had explained to her as they climbed the stairs to the second floor. "Also, each room has its own gas heater. I'll light that for you, but there won't be any running water until the pump is turned on and the boiler is fired up."

Laura's head was hurting so much that her eyes didn't want to focus. All she saw of the inside of the lodge was a kaleidoscope of images that refused to come together in her pounding head. She did notice that their room was very nice, with knotty pine walls, carpeting on the floor and rugged oak furniture. The bed was a king-sized four-poster piled with quilts and pillows.

"How did they get all this furniture up here on snowmobiles?" she had asked Roger.

"They didn't," he answered as he lit the gas logs in the small fireplace. "I think they brought everything up by helicopter."

"Helicopter! Why couldn't we have flown up here instead of riding all day on that damned machine."

Roger laughed as he headed back out to unpack. "We probably could have, but getting here by snowmobile is half the fun!"

Laura had slammed the door behind him. She had stripped off her boots and the ski suit and dived under the pile of covers in her bra and panties and shivered and cried herself to sleep. A couple of hours later, she had awakened to find the room dark and her headache receded to a manageable level. The room was warm and she got up and made her way into the attached bathroom by the faint blue light from the gas logs.

She automatically reached for a light switch and was surprised when the lights came on. The faint sound of a generator answered her unspoken question. "Wonder of wonders!" she laughed to herself as she switched on the light. "Indoor plumbing, a flush toilet and everything." The bathroom was painted a light salmon color with dark green accents. The vanity held two sinks with a large mirror across the wall in above them. A large shower stall surrounded by clear glass was in the corner by the vanity. There was a toilet across from the shower and a big claw-foot bathtub finished up the room. Dark green throw rugs and towels completed the decor.

Laura sat down to pee, noticing that the bathroom was fully stocked with soap, shampoo, and towels. She grinned when she noticed the end sheet of the toilet paper roll was folded to a dainty point. "Much nicer than the last facilities I used," she chuckled.

Laura could hear laughter and voices floating up from downstairs, but she still didn't feel like mingling with the others. She found a package of old cheese crackers in her overnight case and as she munched on them, her eyes fell on the red nightie she had bought on impulse the other day. "Wait 'til Roger sees this!" she thought as she took off her bra and panties and slipped on the wispy negligee. "If anything will keep him off the slopes and in my bed tomorrow, this will do the trick."

Laura had been asleep when Roger had come back into the room that night. He got undressed in the dark and climbed into bed without seeing the surprise outfit that Laura was wearing for him. He leaned over and kissed her cheek, then rolled over and went to sleep.

*****

Laura awoke to the sounds of Roger moving quietly around the room getting dressed in his ski outfit. She sat up and stretched, allowing the covers to fall away from her magnificent breasts that were being offered up so sensuously by the triangles of red gossamer. "Why are you up so early, honey?" she queried with a yawn. "Are the lifts running already?"

"What lifts?" replied Roger as he zipped his suit and grabbed his goggles and gloves.

"The ski lifts, silly," said Laura as she slipped out of bed and swayed toward him, giving him the full effect of the nightie. "I thought we could spend the first morning in bed making up for that awful ride yesterday. You can ski some this afternoon while I soak in the tub."

Roger laughed, then explained to her the difference between downhill skiing and cross-country skiing. "There are no lifts, Laura. We'll leave this morning and head east. For lunch, we'll have some jerky on the trail. If we don't run into any problems, we'll be back here around sundown for dinner."

"And just what am I supposed to do here all day by myself?" Laura stormed.

"Well, you can sit by the fire, there's some books and magazines, you said something about soaking in a tub... Hey, I think there's a pinball machine in the back room."

"But what about us! What about this!" Laura twirled in front of him, showing off her lush body front and back. She was breathing hard and her full boobs bounced and quivered with each breath.

"Hey, nice outfit," Roger said as he looked her up and down. "You can wear that tonight after I get back. See ya, honey." He kissed her cheek and squeezed one of her boobs, then he was gone.

*****

"Sixty bucks for a sexy nightie and he kisses my cheek and honks my breast." Laura thought as she fiercely brushed her hair. "Definitely a waste of money!"

She threw the brush down on the vanity and stared at herself in the mirror. At 26 years of age, she knew her body was just about at its peak. She couldn't understand why Roger would rather be off skiing than spending the day with her. Why was he so anxious for her to come on this trip if he was just going to go off and leave her alone every day?

Laura went into the bedroom and looked around. The ceiling sloped down from the center of the room toward the dormer window. The walls beside the dormer opening were only about three feet high, with small doors for storage. To the left of the door leading to the rest of the lodge was a large double-door wardrobe. On the right was a matching six-drawer dresser. A bench to her right held her suitcase and Roger's backpack. To the left of the bathroom door was a small fireplace with the gas logs, and beyond that, a small dressing table where Laura had placed her overnight bag the night before. The wall across from her was taken up by the large king-sized bed and a couple of nightstands.

Laura's clothes were on the floor by the bed, and as she took in the room, she realized that Roger had added to the mess by throwing his things around as he got ready to leave. Shaking her head, Laura spent a few minutes putting the room to order and storing their belongings away.

A rumbling from her stomach told her that she hadn't eaten anything except cheese crackers since the drive-through breakfast the morning before. Breakfast was definitely in order! She briefly thought about her robe, now hanging neatly on the hook in the bathroom, but with flash of daring, she decided to leave it hanging there. After all, she was the only one here until the rest of them got back 'at sundown for dinner.' She wondered if Roger expected her to have it ready and waiting for them.

Laura opened her door and stepped out on to the balcony that ran around three sides of the big lodge. She was standing in front of the middle door on her side, and she saw that there were three doors across from her, as well as two doors along the shorter wall at the end. The other end wall was filled by a huge stone fireplace and chimney. A set of stairs led down from each corner the balcony and met in the middle halfway down, then formed a larger staircase that completed the journey to the main floor. The main room was open to the ceiling with large trusses and beams holding up the roof. There was a large wagon wheel suspended from the roof with a dozen lamps around its perimeter.

Like her room, the walls were done in knotty pine planking polished to a golden hue. Large high-backed chairs and couches were grouped around coffee tables and end tables forming several conversational areas. There were several tasteful landscape paintings around the walls, depicting the local area as it went through its seasonal changes. Above the fireplace opening, was a large stuffed bear head. The hardwood floors were done to the same high polish as the walls and were covered in places by large rugs of a Native American design.

There was a big fire burning in the fireplace, but the heat didn't reach to where Laura was standing. She gave a little shiver as she looked around the room. Then she almost had a heart attack as the voice spoke:

"It's a lot warmer here by the fire. Come on down and pull up a chair."

Laura shrieked and looked around wildly, while her hands and arms tried to cover what the red nightie was designed to reveal. With the open ceiling and vaulted beams, the voice seemed to come from everywhere in the room at once. Then a movement by the fireplace caught her eye. One of the men in their group--Laura couldn't remember his name--had sat up from the depths of the overstuffed chair and was motioning her to come down.

"J-j-just a minute," stammered Laura as she backpedaled into her room, trying in vain to hide her entire body at once. She raced to the bathroom and grabbed her fleece robe, pulling it tightly around her. She stood for a moment as her trembling subsided and her breathing slowed. After thinking she was the only person in the lodge, that man had almost scared her to death!

After slipping her feet into her fuzzy slippers, she tentatively stepped back onto the balcony and looked back down at the man. He was standing by his chair now, and Laura could see that he was about as tall as Roger, but a bit heavier through the shoulders. He looked to be about five years older than Roger, with a tousled mop of brown hair. He was wearing gray sweats and white socks without any shoes.

"Come on down, you must be hungry. I didn't see you at dinner last night. Roger said you weren't feeling well." He beckoned again. "Hurry up. There's eggs 'n' toast 'n' stuff in the warmers in the kitchen. There's also hot water for coffee or cocoa or whatever you want."

Laura's hunger pangs overcame her shyness and she turned to the stairs and quickly descended into the great room of the lodge. Once on the main floor, she could see that the space under the rooms on her side of the lodge was divided into a large kitchen and dining room.

She grabbed a plate and quickly filled it with eggs, bacon and toast. There was a basket of silverware and a stack of ceramic coffee mugs at the end of the buffet table. Laura quickly made a cup of hot cocoa and added it to her breakfast tray. She had just turned toward the big table in the dining room when the man said, "Bring your stuff out here so we can get aquatinted." Laura turned toward the warmth of the fire. "My name is Sam, in case you don't remember from the parking lot yesterday," he continued at her approach.

"Hi, Sam, my name is Laura," she answered as she sat in the big chair beside him. She balanced the tray on her knees and made sure the robe was wrapped tightly around her. The two chairs were angled toward each other and the big fireplace, with a small round table between them. Laura took a sip of the cocoa and placed the mug safely on the table, then voraciously attacked the plate of food on her lap. Sam realized her hunger and was content just to sit and watch her eat.

Laura sat the empty tray on the floor beside her chair and picked up her cocoa. She stared at the fire for a few moments as she sipped the warm liquid, then she looked at Sam across the top of the cup. After another sip, she spoke, "You just about scared the life out of me when I was up on the balcony. I thought everyone was out skiing."

"Just about everyone left this morning on their skis. I don't ski. My wife, Bridget, is the skier, but she doesn't like to drive the snowmobile. I'm her chauffeur for the trip, at your service, ma'am." He made a mock bow from his seat across from her. Laura remembered that Bridget was the tall, tanned blonde in the extremely tight ski suit as Sam continued, "This time, I have another job, and a very pleasant one it is, too."

"What's that?" asked Laura, smiling at his little bow.

"This time, I get to keep you company while hubby is off on his little excursion," Sam said with a grin, looking her up and down.

Laura felt a little uncomfortable with his brief examination, but she was determined to be as pleasant as possible. "I don't know that I'll be such good company," she said with a little shake of her head. "I had a horrible headache when I arrived yesterday. The food has helped, but I don't want to take a chance on a relapse. I'll probably just nap in my room for most of the day, or soak in the tub or something."

"Hey, this is your vacation!" Sam countered. "You don't want to sleep or soak your whole day away, do you?"

"Well, not the whole day, but at least most of the morning," Laura replied. "With that grueling ride to get here yesterday, I can't imagine them wanting to spend the whole day on their skis. They'll probably be back by lunch time."

Sam gave her a funny look, like he was ready to say something, but then he smiled and changed the subject. "How 'bout a refill on that cocoa?" he asked as he stood up. "I'm going in for more coffee, and for a pretty lady like you, I'd even be willing to take your tray back to the kitchen as well."

Laura smiled at his light flirting. "Why, thank you, kind sir!" she said, fluttering her eyes at him. "I would dearly love another mug of cocoa." She handed him her tray and mug.

Sam left and soon returned with two steaming mugs. He carefully passed Laura's mug to her, than sat back down and stared at her over the rim of his cup as he gently blew across the hot liquid. He waited for her to take a sip, then he slowly and carefully said, "What would you say if I told you that they weren't skiing this morning? That they had just skied away over that ridge and then stopped at another place nearby?"

"I would say that your coffee must be laced with rum or something. That's absolutely crazy!" Laura replied as she set her mug on the table and leaned forward. "Roger has been talking about this ski trip for days. He stayed up almost all night two nights ago waxing his skis and working on his... his boots and bindings... or whatever they're called. He was so anxious to hit the trail this morning that he hardly noticed the nightie that I wore for him. He... I..." Laura stopped and blushed as she remembered that Sam had seen her in her nightie as well.

"Oh, he was anxious for this trip all right, but not for the skiing." Sam paused and looked her up and down again. Laura clutched the neckline of her robe together a little tighter and made sure that it was tucked neatly and modestly around her legs. Sam's 'examinations' were starting to bother her and she let it show on her face.

Sam looked her in the eyes for a moment, as if sensing her discomfort, then continued, "I'll make you a little wager. I'll bet I can prove to you that Roger isn't skiing right now, and all it will cost you is a ten-minute snowmobile ride. If I lose the bet, I will go into my room for the rest of the day and you won't see me again until the others return. You can have the run of the place and won't have to keep a death-grip on your robe there."

Laura looked down and forced her hands to relax a bit as she thought about Sam's startling revelation and his strange offer. "But... but what if you win the bet?" she asked in a voice that was almost a whisper. She took a deep breath and shook her head. Then in a normal voice, she continued, "No, this is ridiculous! Roger told me this morning that they were cross-country skiing and would be out most of the day."

"Then you have nothing to lose!" Sam exclaimed. "If you're so sure they're off skiing miles from here, then slip on your snow suit for ten minutes and then you won't have to put up with me staring at you all day."

There, he had brought his behavior out in the open. Laura thought she would take him up on his ridiculous offer, just to be rid of his roaming eyes, but still, she had to know why Sam was doing this. "So, what's in it for you? What if you win the bet?"

"What's in it for me?" Sam echoed. "First of all, I get a ten minute snowmobile ride with your arms wrapped around my waist." Sam grinned as Laura frowned at him. "But... If I win the bet, you have to spend the rest of the day with me..." He paused and looked her up and down again, then continued, "...but all you will be wearing is that little red number you were wearing when you made your debut on the balcony up there."

Laura jumped up, her cheeks burning red with anger. "You're crazy! There is no way I'll go to bed with you, whether I'm wearing that red nightie or not!"

"Whoa! Just a minute! Who said anything about going to bed? All I said was you that you spend the day with me in your nightie. You looked damn fine standing up there in that little red outfit earlier this morning. You're a lovely woman, Laura, with a fine body. All I wanted was another look at the goodies. It's not like I haven't seen you in it before. If I win the bet, I just get a closer look."

Laura was still angry. "I already told you; what happened this morning was an accident. I thought I was alone in the place. Besides," she continued, "Roger is out skiing somewhere. There's no way you would win the bet anyway."

Sam stood up to face her. "Then put your money where your mouth is, lady. If you're so damn sure I'm wrong, then take the bet and you'll have this place to yourself for the rest of the day just like you thought you were this morning. I'll be locked in my room and you can waltz around this place naked if you want to."

"All right, Mr. Smart Mouth, I'll take your silly bet. It will be a great pleasure to spend the day without the benefit of your presence," Laura snapped. "Roger told me they would be eating lunch out on the trail. If they were less than ten minutes away, they would come back here for lunch."

Sam stuck out his hand. "Then it's a bet?"

Laura grabbed his hand and gave it a quick shake. "Bet!" she replied. "I'll go get dressed."

"Just put your ski suit on over your nightie. That way, you won't have so much to change out of when we get back," Sam grinned as his eyes roved over her lush form again. "I'll meet you on the front porch in 5 minutes."

Laura turned and stalked toward the stairway. She was still seething at Sam's behavior. "Of all the nerve," she thought as she stormed up the stairs toward her room. "I'll show him! He'll regret his words, especially when I tell Roger when he gets back." She strode into her room and slammed the door, then moved deliberately toward the wardrobe and grabbed her ski suit off the hook. As she untied her robe and slipped it off her shoulders, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. As she looked at her self in the nightie and just how much it revealed, she felt a moment of doubt.

"Just what have I got myself into here?" she wondered as she picked up the ski outfit. "Surely Roger wouldn't lie to me about where they were going, would he?" She suddenly had a mental picture of herself standing in front of Sam in the little red wisp of nylon as his eyes roamed up and down her body. The thought caused her to blush, but even as her cheeks turned red, she noticed her nipples tightening up and a strange feeling between her legs. She started to feel a little afraid and wondered if she could gracefully back out of their little bet. Maybe she could tell Sam her headache came back....

"No!" Laura said out loud to her reflection in the mirror. "Roger is skiing. I will win the bet. Sam will be out of my hair for the rest of the day." However, with a little tremble that belied her confident statement, she slipped the ski suit on over her little nightie. It took a few minutes longer to pull on her boots, gloves and hat. With one last reluctant look in the mirror, she went back downstairs a little more hesitantly that she had gone up a few minutes before.

By the time Laura got to the porch, Sam had pulled one of the snowmobiles around and had it running. Without a word, he handed her a pair of goggles and went to the machine and climbed on. Laura put on the goggles and slowly walked down the porch steps. She straddled the seat behind Sam and hesitantly put her hands on his waist. Sam turned and grinned at her.

"Hang on tight," he said. "We wouldn't want to lose you off the back." He blipped the throttle a couple of times as Laura reached a little farther around him and tightened her grip. She didn't know if it was her grasp around a strange man or the vibration of the snowmobile that was giving her a funny feeling in her crotch.

Sam gunned the engine and the little machine started to move forward. He looped around the back of the lodge, then headed up the hill next to the trail the skiers had used that morning. The terrain was rougher that the trail they had followed to the lodge yesterday, and Laura had to tighten her grip. He could feel her breasts mashing against Sam's broad back, and she could also tell by the dull ache that her nipples were rock hard again. She hoped that the combined clothing between them would keep Sam from noticing. She certainly didn't want to encourage him!

True to his word, Sam brought the snowmobile to a stop just below the crest of the snow-covered hill. He reached into a little pack slung across the handlebars and pulled out a small pair of binoculars. "Seeing is believing," he said as he handed her the glasses. "Go up the hill until you can just see over the ridge."

"What am I looking for?" Laura asked, fumbling the strap of the binoculars over her neck. The gloves made the glasses hard to hold.

"You'll know when you see it," Sam replied as he pointed to the crest of the hill just above them.

Laura slogged through the powdery snow toward the top of the hill. As she neared the top, she could see that the hill sloped away into another shallow valley similar to the one they were in. Near the bottom, she could see a small A-frame house with a wisp of smoke coming out of the chimney. She could see that the back of the house was a glass-enclosed sunroom. She looked back down at Sam and he pointed in the direction of the house, then pantomimed holding binoculars to his eyes.

Laura brought the lenses to her eyes and thumbed the center knob to bring the house into focus. It made her feel a little strange to be peeping on the occupants of the house. With the glasses, she could see that the sunroom enclosed a good-sized Jacuzzi. She could see that there were three or four people in the tub, but their backs were to her. A shadow moved across the side of the hot tub and Laura shifted her view slightly to the left to see what moved. She gasped out loud and almost dropped the binoculars. A naked woman was walking toward the Jacuzzi with a tray of drinks in her hands!

Laura could feel her heart thudding in her chest. She managed to calm her trembling hands and focus once again on the nude woman. With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Laura recognized her as Betty, the woman on the skimobile behind them on the trip to the lodge. Betty was among the group that had departed on her skis that morning. So... if Betty was down there then maybe Roger...? Laura left that question go unanswered in her mind for the time being as she shamelessly spied on the nude woman. She had a good figure and what seemed to be an all-over tan. Laura couldn't detect any swim suit marks. Her breasts were fairly large and Laura could see them bounce to and fro as Betty erupted in unheard laughter to something said by one of the hot tub occupants.

Laura was feeling very strange looking at the unclothed woman. She had never really seen a nude woman before, other than herself in the mirror. When she was at the all-girl boarding school, the most she ever saw was a glimpse here and there when a towel slipped, and Laura was quick to avert her eyes whenever that happened.

As she studied Betty, she noticed something that startled her. "Why, that woman doesn't have any hair down there!" she said to herself. Laura had never thought about anyone shaving her pubic hair. The whole concept was foreign to her, but as she looked at Betty's pink glistening slit, she could feel herself becoming moist. "I wonder what it feels like...?" she pondered as she took in the scene below her.

Betty had given drinks to two of the people in the hot tub, then set the tray down on a table as the remaining person in the tub started to emerge. She recognized him as Lonnie, a well built, handsome black man. She remembered him always smiling and joking on the trip to the lodge. Now she gasped, as he stood naked in front of Betty, his erection pointing firmly at her navel. "My God, his penis is huge!" Laura exclaimed under her breath as she watched Betty fall to her knees in front of Lonnie's massive cock.

Laura almost fell over as she watched Betty lean over and without a pause, took over half of Lonnie's dick into her mouth! It was almost too much for her to comprehend. Laura had overheard whispered comments at school about girls who 'did that,' but she had dismissed them as the product of someone's wild imagination. Still, here was the proof right before her eyes, as she watched Betty slowly move her head up and down, taking more and more of Lonnie's thick cock into her mouth with each stroke.

Laura shifted her view to the hot tub as movement there caught her attention. She could see that Lonnie's wife... Carol? Carla? The names were all running together in her head. The attractive black woman with huge breasts had swung her leg across whoever was with her in the tub and was now bouncing up and down on his lap. Laura could tell by the expression on her face that the woman was in the throes of ecstasy as she rode his cock. Her breasts were flying back and forth as the unknown man managed to grab hold of one of her big tits and shove the nipple toward his mouth. She couldn't tell who it was from her vantagepoint, but she could tell by the man's bald spot that it wasn't her Roger.

Roger! If the people engaged in wild sexual abandon below were part of her husband's ski group, then where the hell was Roger? Her mental query was answered at that moment as Roger himself came from within the house to join the orgy in the sunroom. Laura almost fainted as she saw that he was naked like the rest of them, his hard penis bouncing up and down as he approached Betty's kneeling form. She gasped as Roger dropped to his knees behind Betty and probed his hand between her legs. Betty never missed a stroke of the head job she was giving Lonnie as she spread her knees apart.

The glasses dropped from Laura's numb hands and she fell to her own knees as waves of dizziness washed over her. The last thing she had seen through the binoculars was her husband Roger--her devoted husband whom she thought was faithful only to her--start to make love to Betty. No! He wasn't making love! They were fucking, pure and simple. His dick sank repeatedly into Betty's wide-open pussy as she continued to suck on Lonnie's hard member.

Laura was vaguely aware of Sam helping her to her feet and removing the binoculars from around her neck. He led her to the snowmobile and helped her get her goggles on, then he gently guided her to her seat astride the back of the machine. He got on in front and Laura automatically placed her arms around his waist without really thinking about what she was doing. As the snowmobile started back down the hill, she numbly rested the side of her head against Sam's back.

"How could he do this to me?" she wondered to herself as the images she had seen played themselves over and over in her mind. "I make love to him whenever he wants me to. I'm always willing to roll over in bed and accommodate him whenever he feels the urge. Why does he need to turn to someone else?" Even as she asked herself these questions, the actions she had seen just a few moments ago provided part of the answer.

"We always do the same thing," Laura thought as they approached the lodge. "I roll onto my back, he sticks it in, we clutch each other and groan, and it's over. I didn't even know it would go in if I was on my knees and Roger was behind me. And that thing that Betty was doing with her mouth..." Laura was brought back to the present as Sam stopped the snowmobile in front of the steps to the lodge. Laura got off and simply stood there and watched Sam run the snowmobile into the shed. She didn't move until he returned and took her arm to lead her gently up the steps.

"I don't know what you saw up there on the hill," Sam said softly as he removed his gloves and hat, "but form your reaction, I think it would be safe to assume that I won the bet?"

"I... he... they were...." Laura couldn't finish. Her shoulders slumped as she slowly shook her head, staring at her feet. Then she took a deep breath and looked Sam in the eye. "Yes," she said in an almost inaudible whisper, "you won the bet. I'll go take off my ski suit."

"If you wouldn't mind, I'd like for you to take it off right here." He grinned a lopsided grin. "I like watching a lovely lady take her clothes off."

Laura's eyes flashed and she started to say something, but before she could tell Sam what he could do with his suggestion, an image of Roger fucking Betty from behind leaped into her mind. A slight smile came to her lips as she said, "What the hell! Why not? You're gonna see it all anyway whether I take it off here or upstairs. Go ahead and watch, if that's what turns you on," she finished as she started to pull the zipper down.

I was all Laura could do to muster the internal strength to reach up and grasp the zipper of her ski suit. This would be the first time that she willingly considered exposing herself to someone other than her husband. As her trembling fingers touched the zipper tab, a strange calm seemed to wash over her. She felt a tingling in her loins and a wave of excitement seemed to come up from the center of her being and cascade over her. She had lost her bet with Sam, but in some strange way, she felt as if she had won. She was in control, and it was like she had Sam in the palm of her hand. As the zipper began it's slow descent, Laura felt like she was taking off her old self. Her old life would be peeled away and discarded, just like she was going to discard this jumpsuit and stand exposed before Sam.

Laura pulled the zipper down about six inches and stopped. Sam let out a little moan and she laughed. "Sorry, Sam. I need to get my gloves and boots off first or my little strip tease will end up with me hopping around on one foot with this outfit around my knees. It's hard to be sexy and exciting after you've fallen flat on your ass."

She removed her gloves and boots, then took off her knit toboggan and shook her head so her luxurious hair swirled around her shoulders. "Ready?" she asked as she once again took hold of her zipper.

"Oh, yeah, baby!" Sam almost shouted. Laura thought he was about ready to start drooling.

She slowly moved the zipper down between her breasts, then, gaining courage, she quickly lowered it the rest of the way. Sam's eyes never left her. She reached up and grasped the lapels of the bright yellow outfit, then slowly pulled it open and slid it off her shoulders. Sam drew in a deep breath and held it as her bountiful boobs were revealed to his lustful gaze. Laura didn't stop, but continued to slide the ski suit slowly down her arms and off over her hands. The tight outfit clung to her hips, as she stood before his gaze, all but naked from the waist up. The red gauze of the nightie did little if anything to conceal her charms.

Laura stretched her arms over her head and did a slow pirouette. Her breasts seemed to take on a life of their own as they bobbed and weaved with her movement. "You like?" she asked softly.

Sam let out his breath with an explosive whoosh. "Wow, Laura, you are... you look... they are so...." Sam just stopped and shook his head. "Absolutely fantastic!" he said as he finally found his voice. He vaguely waved his hand in the direction of her legs. "Keep going," he implored.

Laura hooked her thumbs in the waist of the ski suit and wiggled her ass to work the stretchy material down over her hips. She moved slowly to make sure that the brief red panties didn't go down with the jump suit. Soon the yellow material formed a puddle at her feet and she carefully worked each foot free, then repeated her full circle posing for him. Once again his eyes roamed her body, but this time his gaze excited her. She could feel her panties starting to get damp. She had never produced this much lubrication, even in the midst of making love with Roger.

A slight draft raised chills on her arms. "Would you mind if we moved this party a little closer to the fire? It's a bit chilly here by the door. After all, you've got all day to look as much as you want, but I could use another mug of cocoa, if you don't mind." Laura laughed as Sam tried to get control of himself.

"Sure... by the fire... OK," he stammered. Then he actually shook his head violently from side to side. "Sure, Laura," he said, finally regaining control of himself. "You go sit by the fire and I'll get you some cocoa just as soon as I get rid of my ski suit." He watched her walk toward the fireplace as he peeled his jumpsuit. He staggered and almost fell as he realized that he hadn't taken off his boots first. He grinned as he realized that Laura seemed to have taken control of the situation while he was reduced to the state of a bumbling high school freshman out on his first date.

When Sam got back to the chairs, Laura was sitting with her feet propped up on a stool, wiggling her toes toward the flickering fire. "Your cocoa is served, my lady," he said gallantly with a little bow as he presented the steaming mug to her.

"Why thank you, kind sir," she replied in the same mock severity. Then she grinned. "How about tossing a couple more logs on the fire. You're sitting around in your sweats, but this little thing doesn't do much for keeping a lady warm."

Sam moved to comply with her request as he said, "I don't know, you look pretty hot to me." Sam was making an obvious tent in the front of his sweat pants, and he didn't care if she saw it.

Laura as well, seemed to be perfectly comfortable with her near nudity, although inside she was a turmoil of emotions. She was sitting slouched down a little in the chair with her legs in front of her on a padded stool. She was holding an old paperback novel from one of the bookshelves in one hand while she blew the steam off of her cocoa held in the other hand. She made no effort to cross her legs or keep her knees together.

Sam sat down with his coffee as he continued to look her up and down. He could see her hard nipples and crinkled areolae easily through the thin fabric. They gave evidence to the excitement that she was feeling, despite her outward appearance of calm. He could see her luxurious bush of pussy hair with the pink swelling that showed at the juncture of her thighs. The dampness of her panties made the flimsy material even more transparent.

Laura took a sip of her cocoa and said, "Well, you won our little bet. Is this the payoff you had in mind?"

"You are fulfilling your end of the deal perfectly. You are absolutely stunning in that outfit. I will admit that you are not a lady who welshes on her bets. However, if you get tired of wearing that little red thing, feel free to take it off anytime," Sam replied with a grin.

"Oh, no," Laura exclaimed, "the bet was for me to wear the nightie until they came back. I will wear this nightie in your presence until we hear them coming back, then I will run and put something on." Her smile disappeared. "Then Roger and I are going to have a long talk. A very long talk!" She smiled sweetly at him. "Until then, you are free to look all you want." Laura spread her knees apart a couple more inches. "I've got nothing to hide."

Laura went back to her book and her cocoa. Sam tried to relax and enjoy the fire as well. He picked up the magazine he had been reading earlier, but he couldn't focus on the words. He watched Laura place her empty mug on the table. The strap of her nightie slipped off her rounded shoulder and caught part way down her upper arm, revealing even more of her big boob to him. His dick was ramrod stiff and a spot of pre-cum was starting to show on his sweat pants. Laura didn't seem to be aware of the strap, which slipped a little farther each time she turned a page. A dark half-moon was showing above the edge of her negligee as the rolled hem caught and hung on her nipple.

Sam waited in anticipation for her to turn the next page. When she did, the strap fell the rest of the way down her arm, exposing her entire breast to his hungry eyes. Sam let out a soft groan. He felt like his dick was going to explode! Laura looked up at his pained exclamation and realized that her nightie had slipped.

"Oops," she said as she lifted her big boob back into the cup and replaced the strap. "I guess I need to be more careful in this thing. It was really made for bed use, not for day-to-day wear." She grinned at his discomfort. "I'll be glad to put on a robe, if you prefer."

"Not on your life, lady," Sam growled. "I am going to enjoy the hell out of this, even if it kills me!" He shifted in his seat and tried to shove his dick into a more comfortable position. Laura watched his manipulations with amusement. She was learning so much about the behavior of men and their reactions to a mostly nude female.

Sam gave up trying to find a comfortable position for his rigid member and stood in front of Laura. "How about we throw some lunch together? All this staring is making me hungry."

Laura laughed and stood as well. "That sounds great." She made a sweeping bow toward the kitchen. "After you, kind sir."

"Oh, no you don't! After you, dear lady," he bowed in reply. "I can't watch your pretty ass wiggle if I'm in front of you."

They made their way to the kitchen with Laura throwing an extra wiggle into her step. She was starting to get into this exhibitionism. It was as if watching Roger walk across the sunroom of that chalet with his hard dick bouncing back and forth had turned on some kind of switch in her. They had never gone out of their way to hide their nudity from each other, but neither had they obviously walked around nude the way Roger did by the hot tub earlier. Now that Laura had watched Roger walk across the room without any concern for his exposed privates, she took an almost perverse thrill in being almost as uncaring about what she showed to Sam.

As they worked together in the kitchen, Sam was all thumbs as he kept getting distracted by Laura's boobs bouncing within the confines of the tiny see-through outfit. After he spilled his second cup of coffee, Laura made him sit while she finished their lunch preparations. Sam was glad to just sit and stare.

They took their trays back to the fireplace, and Sam tossed on a couple more logs before he sat down. They ate in silence, Laura wrapped up in her own thoughts and Sam wrapped up in Laura. When they finished, Laura leaned back with a sigh and slowly rubbed her bare tummy under the edge of the nightie.

"Ahhh," Laura sighed, "that was good. I'm ready for a nap, but I guess it would be "welshing" to go up to my room and lie down. I guess I'll just rest here." She slid down in the chair, the rough upholstery of the chair pulling the crotch of the tiny panties tight against her crotch as she did so. Her nightie bunched up behind her, causing her shoulder strap to take another trip down her arm. With her eyes closed, Laura subconsciously flipped her strap back over her shoulder, not caring that that the majority of her right breast was still exposed outside the flimsy cup of the nightie.

Sam sat and watched Laura's bare boob rise and fall with her even breathing. He noticed the lips of her pussy mashed tightly against the damp front of her see-through panties. He knew that if he sat and watched her for one more minute, he was going to cum in his pants!

"Come on," he said as he stood and adjusted his dick to the side a little, "there's a pinball machine in the rec room. I want to play, and you have to stay with me." Sam figured that a little distraction couldn't hurt right now.

Laura opened her eyes and frowned at Sam. Then she sighed and sat up. "All right, Mister Slave Driver, I guess I can follow you that far, if it's not too cold in there." She shoveled her boob back into her top as she stood up.

"It's not too bad," Sam countered as he pointed the way to the back of the lodge. "They have circulating air vents built into the side of the fireplace that take warm air into other parts of the lodge. Besides," he continued as he stood aside to allow her to enter the rec room in front of him, "if you get too cold, we can always play some ping-pong or something to warm you up."

Yeah, right!" Laura countered. "You just want to get me jumping around so you can watch my boobs bounce up and down." She laughed quietly to her self and blushed. She had never thought of her breasts as 'boobs' before. She felt a little tingle as she uttered the 'forbidden' word. Maybe I'll play a game of pinball or something. That should be a quiet enough game that I don't lose my clothes in the process."

The pinball machine had been fixed so that it didn't require any money. Sam pressed the start button and watched as the counters reset to zero and the drop targets reset themselves. Laura stood beside the machine and watched Sam play several games. Sam was a good player, but he couldn't help being distracted by Laura's obvious charms as she leaned over the pinball glass.

"Think you're ready to give it a try?" Sam asked as he stepped to the side of the machine. "Maybe we could come up with another bet after you've had a few practice games."

"I can just imagine what kind of terms you would want for that bet!" Laura laughed. She glanced up at the clock on the wall as the game reset. "I'll play a couple of games, but then I'm afraid our little game is over." She pointed to the clock. "The others will be back for dinner soon and I want to be dressed when they get here, so enjoy the view while you can, bud." She gave her shoulders a little shake and grinned at his sharp intake of breath.

"Sorry to burst your little bubble, Laura, but you don't think that little orgy over the hill will wind down by dinnertime, do you? That gang won't be back until some time tomorrow. We're on our own tonight, baby," Sam leered as he watched her big boobs bounce back and forth as Laura punched the flipper buttons and nudged the pinball machine in an effort to get the little silver ball to do what she wanted.

Laura stared at Sam as the ball fell unnoticed between the bottom flippers. "I know your game, buster! You're just trying to get me to stay half naked as long as you can," Laura flustered. Roger and the others will be back at dinner like he said."

"Yeah, just like darling Roger said that he would be skiing all day, huh?" Sam countered. He unclipped a cell phone from his waistband and set it on the corner of the pinball machine. "Care for another little wager? I'll bet you absolutely anything you like that we will get a call from them extending their 'cross-country skiing trip' before you can finish two games on that machine."

"And... and... what if I lose?" Laura asked softly. A feeling of deja vu came over her as she remembered the last bet she made with Sam.

"If I win," Sam paused, then continued as his eyes dropped from hers to take in her lush curves. "If I win, then you are mine for the night." His eyes returned to hers as he finished. He grinned at her. "At least you won't be cold tonight. If I lose, you sleep with Roger. If I win, you sleep with me."

Laura turned back to the game. "OK," she said in a whisper as she launched the next ball. Her mind was in a whirl and she lost the ball down the center drain with only a half-hearted stab at the flipper button. She couldn't imagine Roger staying away all night. He didn't pack his pajamas or toothbrush or...

"Hey!" Sam yelled. "No fair! I bet they would call before you could finish two games, but I at least expected you to play the game. Not just fire the ball and watch it go down the hole."

"S-sorry," stammered Laura, "you're right. A bet is a bet. I'll play fair." She launched the next ball and returned her concentration to the game as Sam returned his concentration to her bouncing boobs. She managed to keep that ball in play for quite a while before losing it while grabbing at her wayward shoulder strap again. "Fuck it!" she thought, not realizing how easily another forbidden word had crept into her vocabulary. "He's seen it a couple of times already. Why should I care if he sees it again?" She launched the last ball, determined to beat Sam's high score. This time, when her shoulder strap fell and her boob bounced out, Laura just left it there.

When the last ball fell, Laura jumped up and down and clapped her hands when she realized she had bested Sam's score by 3,000 points. She took a moment to adjust her nightie before starting the next game. Sam looked a little sad as she covered herself back up, but he started smiling again as she started the next game and her boobs started shaking again.

Laura's first ball dropped unnoticed down the center drain as the little cell phone on the corner of the pinball machine started chirping. Laura stared wide-eyed at the phone. Sam slowly reached out and lifted the phone to his ear as he flipped it open.

"Hello...? Yes.... Yes.... OK.... Yeah, just a minute." Sam wordlessly held the phone out to Laura. She stood rooted in place, her magnificent chest rising and falling as her eyes darted wildly between Sam and the phone he was holding out to her. "Well?" he said after a few seconds.

Laura reached out a trembling hand and gently took the phone. "Y-yes?" she queried as she held the little device to the side of her head. Her eyes never left Sam's.

"Hey, honey, it's me," Roger's metallic voice came over the phone. "I hate to do this to you, but we just had the damnedest luck. George broke one of the bindings on his ski and we're stuck here in an emergency shelter about ten miles away from the lodge. We've got some super glue and the break is fixed and drying, but there's no way we can be back before dark."

Laura's eyes remained locked on Sam's as she slowly lifted her free hand and slipped the shoulder strap of her nightie over her shoulder, then pulled her arm free of the loop, leaving her breast bare. "Do... do you want us to bring the snowmobiles?" she asked, knowing what the answer would be.

"No, you just stay there, honey. You would have a hard time tracking us as it gets dark." Laura switched the phone to her other hand and lowered her other strap as Roger continued. "We'll just hunker down in this emergency shelter for the night and start back in the morning. George's ski will be fine as soon as the super glue has time to cure."

Laura's nightie fell in a pool around her feet and she slowly stepped out of the shimmering cloth as she answered, "OK, dear. You be careful and I'll see you tomorrow." Laura pulled the tiny bow on the side string of the little panties, exposing her hip and a small tuft of soft pubic hair to Sam's gaze. "We can sit by the fire and you can tell me all about your trip."

Laura looked down as she pulled the string on the final bow and watched her tiny panties fall to the floor beside her nightie. "I love you, dear," she said to Roger as she ended the call. Then as she stood totally nude before a wide-eyed Sam, she took a deep breath and said to him, "You win. You... you...." She squared her shoulders and looked Sam in the eyes again. "You can do anything you want with me. Tonight I... I belong to you."

Sam took a step forward and slowly raised his hands. He gently cupped her full breasts with his fingers just barely touching her skin. Laura sucked in her breath as she felt what seemed like a jolt of electricity through her body. She feet something running down her leg and realized that her pussy was starting to leak. Sam gave her boobs a gentle squeeze and she groaned as her legs turned to rubber. Sam hooked one arm around her to keep her from falling, then slowly lowered his lips to hers.

The touch of Sam's lips on hers brought Laura back to life. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and pressed her body firmly into his. Her lips opened and her tongue demanded entry into Sam's mouth. Her bare mound mashed against his pants covered dick and she groaned as she rubbed herself shamelessly against him. Their kiss broke and they both fought for breath and balance. Sam leaned hard against the pinball machine causing the TILT light to come on. He still had one arm around Laura and the other hand mashing her boob. Their crotches ground together as they looked deeply into each other's eyes.

Without a word, Sam released his clutch on Laura's massive tit and hooked his free arm under her legs. He cradled her tightly against his chest as he strode from the rec room and headed up the stairs to the bedrooms. He used his foot to swing open the door to his room, which was a virtual duplicate of Laura's room.

The evening sun shining through the window framed his bed in an orange glow. Sam gently lowered Laura to the bed, then stood and whipped his T-shirt over his head. Laura's eyes widened as Sam lifted and spread her knees then slowly lowered his head to her furry mound.

"Aaaaaahh!" Laura's scream echoed the length of the lodge as Sam's tongue entered her moist cavity and licked up over her distended clit. Laura exploded in instant orgasm. She had never felt anything like that before in her life. Then he did it again! Her climax continued to build, each crest higher than the last as Sam worried his tongue in and around her spasming pussy. Laura was jerking back and forth on the bed, her massive boobs slapping back and forth onto her arms and shoulders and swinging up to smack her chin. Finally, her nervous system overloaded and she simply passed out.

Sam suddenly realized that Laura was no longer responding to his ministrations and paused to move up beside her. He gently stroked her sweating brow as she slowly regained her senses.

Laura's eyes fluttered open and she slowly focused on Sam's smiling face. "Wha... what did you do to me?" she managed to squeak out. "I've never felt anything like that in my life! You had your... your mouth on my... my...." Laura couldn't continue.

"I just indulged in a little foreplay before the main event," Sam replied, kissing her on the tip of her nose. "Don't tell me that darling Roger has never eaten you out."

"Roger has never done anything but roll on top of me and stick it in. When he would finish, I would get up and wash myself out, then go back to bed." Laura grinned as she rolled to her side and put her arm around Sam. "It looks like I've got a lot to learn, Sam," she said as she stroked her hand gently up and down the bare skin of his side. Her eyes flashed. "Then, I've got a lot to teach Roger about how to please me!"

Laura rolled over and sat up cross-legged in the bed, the setting sun giving her voluptuous body a golden glow. "Now," she said as she pointed to Sam's aching bulge, "I have spent my entire married life getting undressed in the closet and making love in the dark. I know I said I would do whatever you wanted tonight, but first I want to watch you get undressed. I want to see my first... my first... cock! Up close and personal!"

Sam rolled to the edge of the bed and stood up. As he slipped his thumbs in the waistband of his sweatpants, Laura stopped him. "Wait! I want to do it." She moved to the edge of the bed and Sam stood between her spread knees, the tent in his pants pointing right between her big boobs. Laura grinned up at him, then hooked her fingers in his pants and slowly lowered them down his legs. The elastic pulled his dick down and Laura laughed out loud as it sprang up to smack his stomach as it was released from its captivity.

Laura dropped Sam's pants and stared wide-eyed at her first 'up close and personal' cock. She hesitantly reached her hands up to gently encircle the rigid shaft and to softly cup the engorged sac hang below. Sam's balls were rock-hard from a day's worth of visual stimulation and he knew it wouldn't take much to send him over the edge. A large drop of pre-cum gathered on the end of his dick and he gently guided Laura's hand to rub the soft, glistening helmet around her protruding nipple. Laura moaned as she watched her nipple being covered by his copious offering. She shifted his throbbing dick slightly and cupped her left breast to bring that nipple up to receive the same treatment that its twin had just received.

"Kiss it," Sam whispered softly. Laura lifted her eyes to his momentarily, not quite understanding what she heard. Her eyes widened as she realized that he wanted her to put his... his... penis on her mouth, but along with that realization came the recent memories of the indescribable pleasure he had just given her with his mouth on her sex. She raised his throbbing shaft and stared at the pinkish purple knob at the end, which was now starting to drip again.

Laura slowly moved her head forward until her soft lips just barely touched the tip of Sam's dick. She felt a shudder run through his body as the brief contact was made. Laura had no idea what to expect, but she allowed her lips to open slightly and her tongue moved to bathe the flowing slit at the crown of his stiff rod. Her heart beat faster as she savored the taste of his clear nectar. She gave the swollen tip one more swipe with her tongue then licked her lips as she looked into his eyes once more. "Now what?" she asked softly. "You'll have to tell me... I've never...." Her words ceased as she gave his knob another delicate lick.

"Watching you all day has got me on a hair trigger," Sam replied. "So the first thing you are going to do is suck me off. That will take the edge off and we'll be able to enjoy the evening more that way." He pointed to his dick. "You're off to a good start. Lick it around a little, then suck the head into your mouth. Rub your tongue around it, especially along the bottom ridge, but keep your teeth back out of the way." He grinned at her. "We don't want to damage the goods before you really get started, do we?"

As Laura sucked the knob of Sam's big dick into her mouth, he continued, "After you're more experienced, you can use your teeth lightly to rake up and down, but for now, we'll play it safe." Laura smiled as much as she could with her mouth full, as she slowly bobbed her head up and down, taking more and more of his shaft as she got used to the strange sensation.

Sam reached down and gently stopped her head for a moment as he explained, "In a couple of minutes, you're gonna get a mouthful of my cum. I'll let you know when it's coming, so you can move your mouth back to the tip. That will give you more room in your mouth and make it easier to swallow. With as much cum as I've stored up today, baby, you're definitely going to have to swallow to get it all. Some women don't like the taste, but you'll never know unless you try. And since you're mine for the night, you're gonna swallow your first load. Understand?"

"Mmmm-hmmm," Laura mumbled around his fat prick as she nodded her head. The vibrations in her throat almost set Sam off right there.

Sam let go of Laura's head and she resumed her licking and sucking. "That's it, baby, you're doing great! I can't believe I'm taking your mouth cherry," Sam panted. "Your tongue is driving me wild, babe. Are you sure you've never done this before?"

"Nnnnuh-hunnnnn," Laura shook her head without missing a stroke. She reveled in Sam's compliments and resolved to make this blowjob one that Sam would remember. She was determined to swallow every drop, no matter what it tasted like. If it was anything like the pre-cum she had swallowed earlier, she could hardly wait for the main course.

"Gettin' close, babe," Sam muttered. Sweat was rolling down his face as hips began to thrust back and forth in an involuntary reaction to Laura's ministrations. Laura gagged as his big dick nudged against the back of her throat. She faltered for a moment, then worked to regain her rhythm. "Sorry, babe, I didn't mean to choke you. You're doin' such a great job, I just couldn't help it. Grab my dick at a comfortable depth for you and your hand will keep me from going in too deep."

Laura found a comfortable depth and locked her hand in place, and then sped up to match Sam's thrusting. Her heart was beating wildly as she tried to get enough air through her nose. She loved the feel of the big sausage sliding in and out of her mouth and she was continually swallowing his delicious pre-cum. She felt his balls start to tighten up as he began to grunt.

"Here... it... comes... babe...!" Sam yelled with each thrust. Laura slid her lips back to the crown as she jacked him a couple of times, then held him tightly against her lips as Sam exploded with a scream. Laura's eyes flew wide open as a huge gob of cum almost filled her mouth to overflowing. She barely had time to register the taste as she swallowed the slippery mass, only to have it replaced by another large load. Time after time, Sam jerked and spasmed and Laura swallowed as fast as she could. A couple of creamy drops appeared at the corners of her mouth and slowly crept down her chin as Sam's ejaculations finally began to slow. Laura was able to catch a couple of smaller loads in her mouth and roll them around her tongue to see what this hot, slimy liquid actually tasted like.

Laura made a purring sound deep in her throat. Sam's cum left a sticky feeling on her teeth and tongue, but Laura decided that it tasted just as good, if not better than the pre-cum she had lapped up so eagerly a few minutes ago. She opened her mouth and gently squeezed the last couple of drops of Sam's creamy jism onto her outstretched tongue, and then she softly licked the tip of his dwindling tool to clean the final drops away. As a final act, she lifted her finger to each side of her chin to make sure that the last two drops of his delicious baby juice didn't go to waste.

"Well?" Laura asked softly as she looked up at Sam demurely. "How did I do?" Sam slowly shook his head as he reached out to her shoulders and gently pushed her back to lie on the bed. Then he collapsed in a heap beside her. He rolled to his side to look at her as he gently stroked the side of her face.

"Laura, Roger is a damned fool!" Sam gasped as he shook his head. "To have all this talent in bed with him every night, and all he does is roll on top of you and give you a 'wham, bam, thank you, ma'am.' The man is an absolute fool! You were fucking fantastic, that's how you were. I can't believe that was your first blowjob. It was like you were inspired."

Laura giggled, "I was inspired. When I tasted your lubrication, you know, when we started, I just knew the best was yet to come. Plus, I had a brief lesson this morning." Laura laughed at Sam's confusion. "When we were on top of the ridge, I saw Betty sucking on a big black penis... er, cock. I just kept that image in my head and tried to do what I saw her do."

Then Laura's expression grew stern. "However, I must correct a misconception on your part, sir. Roger does NOT give me a 'wham, bam, thank you, ma'am,' as you call it." Her eyes sparkled as she reached over to gently fondle Sam's soft member.

"He doesn't?" Sam asked, lowering his hand to trace a finger around one of Laura's hard nipples.

"Absolutely not," Laura replied haughtily. Then she laughed, "Roger never says thank you." She gave his dick a little squeeze. Sam laughed out loud, then leaned over to kiss her on the cheek.

"Then, in that case, thank you so very much for that lovely blow job, my dear lady," Sam said as he kissed her again.

"You are most certainly welcome, kind sir," Laura replied as she kissed him back. "And I thank you for your most considerate patience with this amateur, and also for your excellent instructions." Laura gave his dick another squeeze. "Now, when is this thing going to be ready to play again?"

"Patience, my dear lady," Sam replied as he gently honked her massive boob. "Remember you are mine tonight. You will do what I say, when I please, and how I wish. Now, we both got a little sweaty during that last session, so I have decided that we will take a shower together and wash each other." He rolled off the bed and held out his hand to help Laura off the bed. "You can run to your room to get any special creams or rinses that you need for your shower. I will allow you out of my sight for that long only." He gave her ass a little swat to get her moving toward the door.

Laura let out a little squeal as he slapped her ass. She headed around the balcony of the lodge at a trot with her big boobs bouncing back and forth. It didn't bother her at all to be running around the big lodge without a stitch of clothing. In fact, she reveled at the feel of the air all around her naked body and the motion of her breasts as she ran. "This feels great," she thought as she quickly grabbed her overnight bag from the vanity and headed back around to Sam's room. "I'm definitely going to spend more time naked around the house when I get home."

Laura smiled when she saw a naked Sam leaning against the door to his room to watch her approach. She slowed slightly as she approached him and gave an extra wiggle to her hips and shoulders as she walked up to him. "I'm back. Did you miss me?" She asked with a smile as she pushed her boobs against his chest and went up on tiptoes to give him a quick kiss.

"As a matter of fact, I did," Sam answered with a laugh. "I should have gone with you, but then I would have missed out on that marvelous show you gave me as you ran back." He slipped his arm around her and escorted her toward his bathroom. "C'mon, lady, I got the water running."

As they crossed to the bathroom, Laura noticed that Sam had lit several candles in the bedroom. With the sun down, they provided a nice romantic glow. As they walked into the waiting steam, Laura saw that Sam had illuminated the bathroom with more of the fragrant candles. She paused long enough to pull her shampoo and cream rinse from her bag, then stepped into the big shower stall to join Sam. The soft glow from the candles provided enough light for Laura to see that Sam's erection was beginning to return.

Sam had already pulled the wrapper from the bar of soap and was working up a lather in his hands. He motioned for Laura to get under the warm cascade to get wet. Laura twirled around under the steamy spray then stepped up to Sam as he put his soapy hands on her shoulders and started to rub. Laura almost collapsed under the wave of sensations that enveloped her. Sam's hands traveled up and down her arms, her neck, then down to her breasts. She gasped and put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself as he gently, but firmly manipulated her large mounds of flesh.

Kneeling, Sam washed the rest of her body down to her feet, giving the juncture of her thighs the close attention that Laura was yearning for, then prodded her to turn around. Sam started at her feet and washed back up her body. He cupped the firm globes of her ass, then gently washed down between them. When he finished with her entire body, he gently moved her back into the stream of rushing water and rinsed her off, running his hands all over her to make sure all the soap was gone.

After the rinse, Sam directed the trembling young lady to the built-in seat in the corner of the shower stall. He uncapped her shampoo and massaged a generous amount into her scalp. Laura couldn't remember the last time someone else had bathed her. It had to be back when she was a small child. Roger had something else to learn. She opened her eyes just a crack, mindful of the suds running down, and delighted in watching Sam's large cock bouncing in front of her face as he ran his fingers through her hair.

Before Laura could reach out and grab his swinging dick, Sam lifted her to her feet and led her under the water once again to rinse her hair. She tried to grab him again while he was applying the cream rinse, but was gently reminded that it wasn't her turn yet. Laura relaxed and let Sam's expert hands take her almost to a point of utter relaxation.

Once again, Sam helped Laura into the water to clear the cream rinse. Then with a quick kiss, he informed her that it was her turn. Laura quickly soaped her hands up and then gave as good as she got. She spent a great amount of time on Sam's cock and balls, using the opportunity to examine them closely. She watched in amazement as his dick grew to its full size under her gentle washing hands. She quickly soaped him down to his feet, then turned him around. She spent as much time on his ass as he had on hers, carefully kneading the muscles in his buns, then carefully washing down his ass crack. She giggled as she reached between his legs to soap up the back of his balls. Laura had never imagined what a man's equipment would look like from this viewpoint.

Finishing up Sam's muscular back, Laura spun him around, then grabbed his engorged cock to lead him into the shower spray to rinse him off. Starting and ending with his erect staff, Laura carefully rinsed him off then gently tugged him over to the shower seat like he was a child's pull toy. He scowled and shook his head as she reached for her sweetly perfumed shampoo, then reached up and grabbed the generic shampoo supplied by the lodge and handed to her. Laura started to say something about it, but then stopped and remained silent. So far, not a word had been spoken in the shower. She decided not to break the mood, and proceeded to work his hair up into a full lather.

After escorting Sam back into the spray to rinse his hair, Laura stepped up against him and wrapped her arms around him. They stood together under the deluge of water; gently caressing each other until the water started to cool. Sam helped her from the stall and gently dried her with a large fluffy towel. He frowned as she started to wrap it around her self when he finished. She looked up at him with sad puppy-dog eyes, then wordlessly let the towel drop to the floor. She grabbed the other towel and dried Sam off, then he escorted her back to the bed.

Sam grinned at Laura as they lay on the bed facing each other. "Am I right in guessing that that was your first shared shower?" he asked softly.

"Yes, my first one... and I loved it! Thank you for showing me what I have been missing." Laura leaned forward and gave Sam a gentle kiss as she continued, "What's next, my lord and master? Now do we fuck?" Laura felt a little thrill at finally using that forbidden word.

Sam stared at her silently for a few moments, then finally spoke, "If you want a fuck, you'll have to go somewhere else, or you could wait for Roger to come back." He paused and stared at her, then continued, "What we are going to do, my dear lady, is make love. Fucking is what the dogs do out in the front yard. When the bitch is in heat, the male takes her. What we will do will be enjoyable and fulfilling for both of us." He smiled, and stroked her cheek gently. "You'll never be satisfied with Roger's method again."

"I just realized that I never have been satisfied with Roger's method," Laura replied with a laugh. "I just didn't know it until now." She paused and thought for a moment. "It's like... like living on bread and water. You survive, but deep down inside, you feel that there has to be more. Then one day, somebody gives you a piece of charbroiled steak and you see what has been missing in your life. You'll never be satisfied with just bread and water again."

"Lady, you've just had the appetizer so far," Sam laughed. "Get ready for the main course, my love. This is going to be a full banquet, from soup to nuts!"

Laura giggled, "I've already had the soup from your nuts. What else ya got, big boy?" she batted her eyes and ran her hand down to his hard prick.

"I think we should continue 'to boldly go where Roger has never been before'," Sam laughed. "We'll start with a little sixty-nine, just to get things nice and juicy, then we're gonna let you play cowgirl for awhile."

"I can only guess what you have in mind," Laura replied. "Lead on, sir. Your wish is my command."

Sam rolled over onto his back and told Laura how to position herself with her knees on either side of his head. Laura was quick to grasp the arrangement. "Ooh, I see," she exclaimed. "You lick me while I suck you!" Suiting actions to words, Laura leaned over and sucked his dick into her mouth. Sam stabbed his tongue up into her gaping pussy and they both set to the task of 'getting things nice and juicy.'

Laura quickly found her rhythm and, wrapping her hand firmly around his shaft to keep from going down too far, she set to work with her lips and tongue. Sam stabbed his tongue in and out of her drenched opening, then raised his head slightly to suck both of her distended lips into his mouth. It didn't take long for them to get each other ready.

Laura hurled herself to the side and lay on her back, gasping for air. "Whew! Sam, If we don't stop right now, I'm going to come again on your mouth. That was fantastic," she managed to gasp out between deep breaths.

"I was about to pop, too," Sam wheezed back. "It's a good thing one of us managed to put on the brakes. We just about munched our way past the main course without stopping," he grinned.

Laura had managed to recover a bit. "Lead on, kind sir," she said as she sprawled across the bed on her back. "How do I play cowgirl? Do I get to rope and brand you?"

Sam laughed. "Not hardly," he chuckled. "It just means that I get to lie here while you get to climb on this buckin' bronc and ride your cute little ass off." He grasped his buckin' bronc and shook it at her.

Laura's eyes were wide. "You mean it works with the girl on top, too? Roger always...."

"Never mind what Roger always did," Sam snapped. "We've already determined that Roger didn't always do what was best for you. Now swing your leg over this pony and get yourself settled in the saddle!"

Laura straddled his waist and wiggled her hips around; trying to get herself lined up with his erect shaft. Finally, Sam told her just to grab it and stick it in and stop trying to make a game of it. Laura raised up on her knees and grabbed Sam's dick just below the engorged head. She swiped it back and forth a couple of times in her drenched slit to make sure it was ready, then she simply shoved it in.

"Yikes!" she squealed as she partially raised back up off his cock. "Jeez, I never realized how much bigger you were than Roger." She grabbed his waving cock again and this time, she slowly worked it into her tight pussy. "Ahhhh, that's better," she sighed as she slowly hunched herself up and down on his pole. Each thrust took him deeper and deeper into her clutching depths. "Ooohh, Gooooddd! You're getting... into places... that I didn't know... that I had... places!" Laura panted as she bounced harder and harder on his dick. Her big boobs were bouncing up beside her face, then flopping down and slapping together as she bottomed out against his pubic bone. Sam reached up and grabbed her flailing tits to keep her from hurting herself.

"Yeah... baby... that's... it!" Sam gasped out between thrusts. In spite of Sam saying that Laura would do all the work, he was thrusting himself up to meet her half way. The big oak headboard was slamming against the wall with the violence of their coupling. Laura was like a wild woman. She had a vague memory of the old Laura, who would lie passively with her long gown lifted to bare her loins for Roger's pleasure, but that woman was now dead and buried. Laura couldn't imagine ever again lying passively for her man--for ANY man, for that matter--to simply take his pleasure and roll over to go to sleep.

"Oh... God... oh... God... fuck... fuck... fuck!" Laura was softly chanting as she bounced up and down. Her hair was in wild disarray and sweat was flying from her as she rapidly approached her climax. She could tell by his frantic thrusting that Sam wasn't far behind her. "Unnh... unnh... fuck... yeah... YEAH... YEEESSSSSSS!" Laura shrieked as a huge climax washed over her.

"Oohhhh.... cumming... aaaahhh... SHIT... AAAAAHHHHH!" Sam was mumbling incoherently underneath her as his load spewed up into her waiting sheath.

They both froze in place for a long moment, Sam with his back arched up supporting Laura's full weight on his rampant pole. Then they collapsed back to the bed, Sam flat on his back and Laura, still impaled on his glistening rod, flopped down on his chest, her large breasts squishing wetly between them.

Laura could feel their combined juices flowing out around the softening plug in her pussy and started to go get a cloth to clean them up. Sam locked his arms around her back and whispered, "Don't move. Just let it go." Laura relaxed in his embrace and felt the wonderful sensation of his slowly retreating prick working its way gently out of her sore pussy. She discovered that one of the best parts of making love was the cuddling afterward. Roger always just rolled over and went to sleep while she got up to drain his spend out of her orifice.

With a gentle pop, his deflated dick flopped out of her pussy and she felt a flood of fluid pour out of her and down across his wilted balls. "It can wait," she thought as she drifted off to sleep on his hairy chest, cuddled in his strong arms.

*****

Laura woke to find Sam staring into her eyes. "Mmmmm. Is it morning yet?" she yawned.

Sam laughed. "Not hardly! It's just a little after eight. We've only been napping a few hours," he replied. " I guess we missed dinner. I could grill us a couple of steaks, if you're hungry."

"They way I feel right now, you could grill me half a cow!" Laura laughed. She groaned as she rolled off of Sam, her stiff muscles protesting, then giggled as their combined dried fluids held them almost glued together. "Yuck!" Laura grimaced as she rolled onto her back. "I think I need another shower. You could grill the steaks while I clean up."

"No way, lady!" Sam retorted with a grin. "I'm just as sticky as you are. Besides, shared showers are more fun."

Laura rolled off the bed and stood on shaky legs. "OK, you're the boss," she quipped. "I guess we do make a pretty good clean-up team." They walked into the bathroom and Laura sat on the toilet to pee while Sam turned on the water.

As Laura let go, she realized that she was actually peeing with a man in the room with her. She blushed as Sam turned at the sound of her piss in the toilet, but then she realized that it didn't really bother her. She smiled at Sam and spread her legs to give him a good look. As her stream dwindled, she started to reach for the toilet paper, but then thought, "What the hell, I'm getting in the shower anyway."

Laura stepped though the shower door as Sam stepped to the toilet and raised the seat. "Another first," she thought as she watched Sam's golden stream splash noisily into the bowl. Three years of marriage and she had never seen Roger pee. Laura realized that she was a changed woman. She felt no embarrassment or revulsion watching Sam pee. This was just another facet of the male physiology to be filed away in the ever-growing portion of her mind that dealt with the male of the species.

Sam gave his dick a last shake then joined Laura in the shower. This time, they made quick work of their ablutions, with their desire for food momentarily overriding their desire for each other. After quickly drying each other off, they headed downstairs to the kitchen. When Laura complained about her wet hair, Sam did allow her to wear a small towel wrapped around her head.

Her nudity completely forgotten, Laura tossed a couple of potatoes in the microwave while she quickly prepared a tossed salad. She nearly fell over laughing at Sam, who had found a small, frilly apron to tie around his waist as he seared the steaks. "Hey, it's not funny," he complained as Laura's laughter continued. "I gotta protect the equipment from grease splatters!"

Sam flipped the rare meat onto a couple of plates, then speared the potatoes from the microwave while Laura carried the salad bowl and a couple of beers to the dining room table. They sat down, then started laughing as they both jumped up quickly as their bare butts came in contact with the cold wood of the chairs. Laura whipped the towel off of her hair and spread it under her before sitting down. Sam, with a big grin, simply twisted the frilly apron around so it hung down behind him and sat on that.

For several minutes nothing was said as they both voraciously attacked the food on their plates. Sam enjoyed watching Laura's big boobs sway as she sawed her steak. Laura grinned as she saw the tip of Sam's hard cock stick up over the edge of the table.

As their feeding frenzy slowed, Laura leaned back and took a long swallow from her beer. She looked as Sam speculatively as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Sam caught her stare and asked, "What?"

"I think I've been had," Laura answered slowly.

"Yep. I had you. You had me. Upstairs just a while ago," Sam grinned.

"No, I mean before that. Two bets. Two wins. Too easy!" Laura replied. "You knew exactly what I was going to see at the top of the hill. You knew when the phone was going to ring. You knew what Roger was going to say. I think I was set up!

"Not that I'm complaining too much," Laura continued with a grin. "I have thoroughly enjoyed myself today. You have taught me things about myself and things about my body that I never knew before and, believe me, Roger is going to find out that I'm no longer the woman that he married. But..." Laura searched for the words, "you knew just how to break down my defenses; just how far to go; just when to push the 'bets.' I get the feeling you've orchestrated this little scenario before, haven't you?"

Sam looked her in the eyes for a long moment, then grinned and slowly raised his hands in the air. "Guilty," he replied sheepishly. "You and Roger are the third couple we've recruited into our little swingers group this way. Eight of us, four couples, have been together since college. We always did things together, and it was common for us to swap dates since we were always together as a group. Occasionally, when one of us couldn't make it, one of the couples would be a threesome for the evening. As our dates became more intimate, we still continued to swap dates for a night. As we paired up and got married, swapping dates became swapping wives, sometimes for a night and sometimes for a weekend. When I had to go out of town last week, Bridget moved in with Betty and Joe for three days. All of us have king sized beds which will hold three people without any problem.

"A couple of years ago, we decided to expand our little group. Jenny worked with this guy, Bill, who was always hitting on her. She had met his wife, Sarah, at an office party and thought the rest of the group would like them, if we could bring Sarah around. She knew she could get Bill to do anything she wanted. She invited Bill to go camping with us and he shared a tent with Jenny and her husband, Frank. That night, he also shared Jenny with Frank. We did our usual swapping around that weekend, so he got to know us all pretty well.

"The next month, we invited Bill for a weekend of snorkeling. He was the one who brought up the idea of getting his wife involved. In couple of months, we would be coming up here for a ski vacation, so we worked out a plan to bring Sarah along." Sam smiled. "I don't have to tell you what happened on that trip. The same thing just happened to you. The next year, we brought in Lonnie and Carla, who were friends of Carol and George.

"Which brings us to this year, and you and Roger. Roger works with Sarah. She liked what she saw and started flirting with him." Sam spread his hands. "The rest, as they say...."

"Wait a minute!" Laura interrupted. "Do you mean to tell me that Mister straight fuck, wham-bam, Roger joined up with a group of swingers, then decided to pull me into it? Roger was walking around that sun porch totally naked, then got down on his knees and did Betty from behind. He has never done that with me!"

"Nah, Roger's still learning, too," Sam explained. "Sarah really had to lead him along, almost force him to join in. It's taken almost a year to get him to where he is now so he'll fuck someone with others watching, or to participate in a threesome. He was afraid to show you what he was learning for fear you would think he was a disgusting pervert and leave him. He does love you, you know."

"I guess there is something to be said for at least one member of a couple going into a relationship with some experience," Laura said thoughtfully. "We knew we were supposed to do something with those things between our legs, but the high school sex-ed books were never too explicit about it. That, coupled with a mother who told me it was my 'wifely duty' just to lay back and endure it because it was something that wives had to put up with...." Laura just shook her head. "I thought there was something wrong with me because I started to enjoy it!"

"Anyway," Sam continued, "Roger was trying to figure out how to show you something new, when we sort of took the matter out of his hands. Sarah laid down the ultimatum. The free ride was over. If he wanted to continue to share the goodies that the group provided, he was going to have to contribute an equal share to the group."

"And that 'equal share' was me," Laura finished.

"We had pulled the 'ski vacation' caper off successfully twice before, so we laid it out to Roger as the perfect way to get you involved. Of course," Sam said with a grin, "with six naked ladies laying it out for him, there was no way Roger was going to say no. The girls had him thinking with the wrong head."

"Well, I'm glad your plan worked," Laura said as she reached across the table and grasped Sam's hand. "I was furious at the parking lot. I was sick when I got here. I was angry when Roger went off and left me this morning. Then I was mad when you started leering at me and making those outrageous comments and bets."

"And now?" Sam queried.

"Now?" Laura repeated with a twinkle in her eye. "Now I'm horny again. Why don't you toss a couple of logs in the fireplace while I toss these dishes in the sink? Then we'll see just how big and comfortable those stuffed chairs really are."

*****

Laura stood by the dormer window of their room in the ski lodge and watched as the group of cross-country skiers came back over the crest of the hill where they had departed just a little over 24 hours ago. She had the big fluffy robe from the bathroom belted tightly around her to ward off the chill from the big windowpane. She easily picked out Roger in his brilliant lime-green ski outfit.

As the skiers removed their skis and leaned them against the side of the lodge, Laura moved out of the room and down to the great room where the big fire blazed cheerfully. As she moved toward the front door to meet her husband, she smiled and winked at Sam, who was sitting in his usual chair by the fire. She thought briefly about their lovemaking in that big chair the night before. It had been soft and sweet, followed by a wild session on the rug in front of the fire, with Laura on her hands and knees and Sam taking her from behind. Laura had particularly wanted to try that position, since she had seen Roger take Betty that way. They had moved back upstairs to the bed for their final session of the night. Laura smiled at the memory of waking up cradled in Sam's strong arms.

Her thoughts were jerked back to the present as the lodge door burst open and a rainbow wave of ski outfits sorted themselves out into individuals and couples. Laura stepped forward to grab Roger in a big hug. She squeezed with all her might, then went up on tiptoe to give him a quick peck on the lips.

"Hey, I guess you did miss me," Roger said as he held her close. "We've only been gone a day though. Hey, I hope you've got some lunch ready. That jerky fills you up, but it isn't really that satisfying." He held Laura out at arm's length. "You look like you just got out of bed. I guess you're gonna spend your vacation sleeping in late, huh?"

"No, honey, I've been up for hours and lunch is on the counter, buffet style," Laura replied. "I'm dressed in what I'm going to wear today. I just threw this robe on over it because I knew it would be cold when you all came in. C'mon, honey," she continued as she drug him by the hand over to the other couples, "I'm feeling better today and I want to meet the others."

Sam had come over to stand beside Bridget. Laura smiled at Sam as she said, "After spending the day with Sam, I feel like I've known him for ages. Now I want to get to know the rest of you as well as I know Sam." Laura pulled the belt on the robe and quickly let it fall to the floor. Underneath it, she was wearing just the see-through red nightie. She hadn't bothered with the panties this morning and her swollen pink lips were glistening through her exposed pussy hair below the hem of the nightie.

A collective gasp went up as her robe hit the floor. Laura did a quick pirouette with her hands over her head, then she swayed over to Lonnie, who was staring at her barely covered boobs with his mouth hanging open. Laura reached up and grabbed the zipper pull of his jump suit. "I especially want to get to know you real well, sweetie," she purred as she pulled the zipper down to his crotch. "After what I saw of you by that hot tub, I want a closer look!" Laura reached in hand pulled out Lonnie's stiffening cock as she dropped to her knees. "Aren't you going to introduce us, honey?" she asked Roger as she swiped her tongue across the head of Lonnie's big black prick.

"Hot tub? You-you saw?" Roger stammered.

Laura pulled her mouth off of Lonnie's dick with a pop. "I saw. With the binoculars, it was just like being there. You and Betty, Lonnie and Betty, Carla and..." she looked around the group, "Bill, I think it was. You were doing things with Betty that you never did with me, So Sam brought me back here and showed me what I had been missing." She smiled up at Sam, who had unzipped Bridget's ski suit and was fondling one of her big tits.

"But... but..." Roger was at a loss for words.

"I'm not mad at you, darling," Laura said as she gave Lonnie's cock a quick kiss and stood to face her husband. "I'm glad we both had this opportunity to learn how to please a partner sexually." Her shoulder strap had dropped again as she crossed to Roger, and she made no effort to cover her bare breast. Her eyes darkened. "However, I think you must be punished for going behind my back before you arranged for me to be brought into the group. Don't you think that's only fair?"

"But... I... we were... uh... before...." Roger's eyes darted back and forth between Laura's eyes and her exposed breast. Laura put a finger on his lips to hush him.

"Here is your punishment," Laura continued. "I told you I wanted to meet the others, and I will. I want to get to know them as well as I know Sam, and I will. I spent the night with Sam last night, so I will spend a night with each of these men in turn, if their wives agree?" She took a quick glance around the group to see them all nodding in assent.

Laura turned back to Roger. "I also spent the day wearing nothing but this nightie. That was because I thought I knew my Roger and foolishly bet Sam that my Roger was out cross-country skiing and not fucking his brains out in a nearby chalet." Roger's face turned red and he looked down at his feet.

"Look at me!" Laura snapped. Roger's eyes returned to hers. "Here is your punishment. I told you I would spend each night with a different man. You will be last!" She smiled at Roger and stroked the side of his face. "And just to show you what you have to look forward to on our last night here, this little nightie is the most clothing I will wear for the rest of the week." She looked down at her bare boob, then lifted it in her hand. She licked her finger and slowly rubbed it around the hard nipple. "I did wear the little red panties with this outfit yesterday, but I decided to just leave them off for the rest of the week. I thought they would only get in the way.

"By the way, I guess it's only fair that since I am going to be with a different man each night, that you will have to keep their wives satisfied. By the time we get together at the end of the week for our 'night of bliss,' I expect you to have learned just about everything there is to know about how to please a woman. I will work on learning everything I can about pleasing a man. Until that night, you can have any pussy in the place except mine. Is it a deal?"

Roger had a big grin on his face, as he looked his semi-nude wife up and down. He gently took her shoulders and pulled her close to kiss her forehead. "It's a deal," he replied. "Who knows, maybe next year, you can stay at the lodge and win some bets from some lady's husband while she's out 'cross-country skiing' with us."