As my wife and I arrived at the ski resort in Aspen, the concierge opened the double doors and welcomed us to the lodge. We stepped inside the large hallway, walking past an open fireplace and towards the reception desk as the porter took our bags. A lady at the desk smiled and asked for our names, "James and Carrie Quinn," I replied.
After receiving the keys to our room, we followed the porter up a long winding staircase and along a creaky wooden hall towards our room. After helping us with our luggage and showing us inside, I tipped the porter and laid down on the bed to take a breath. Carrie stripped off her clothes and stepped inside the shower, leaving the door ajar.
I watched curiously as she began to soap and wash her body, rubbing a sponge against her soft skin, bubbles starting to form around her small but pert breasts as she lathered up. I could feel the blood rushing to my penis as I stared at her, watching the hot steam evaporate off of her gorgeous body.
Quickly stripping off my clothes I hurried to the bathroom, opening the door and surprising my wife with my hard cock. She turned around instinctively, arching her back and allowing me to slide my cock inside her wet pussy as I frantically began to fuck her from behind. I grabbed her hips, holding onto her as I humped her ass like a dog in heat, ramming my cock deep inside her.
I had no intention of making the sex last, fucking her faster and harder as I slid my cock deeper inside her soapy pussy, my balls slapping against her ass. Within a few minutes, I felt the release as a giant load of come shot inside her pussy, leaving me grunting and clinging on from behind.
"Ok, honey," she said. "Let me clean up now will you."
I slid my limp cock out of her pussy and stepped outside the shower to dry off. She continued to wash as I wandered back into the bedroom, staring out the large window and down at the slopes below. "Wow!" I mouthed, as I looked out at the snow-covered slopes, the beautiful mountain ranges and inspiring pistes.
Next to the window was a set of double doors that led out to a communal balcony overlooking the slopes. The balcony appeared to connect to all the other rooms and had a stairway that ran down to an outside hot tub surrounded by snow. The view was breathtaking and I couldn't wait to explore the resort.
After getting dressed in our thermals we wandered back down to the reception desk to collect our ski equipment and headed out onto the piste. This trip had been one of my wife's dreams for a long time. She had always talked about a winter vacation, being whisked away to a cabin in the snowy mountains.
We spent the day skiing and enjoying the wonderful wilderness of the snow-covered mountain range views. The resort, although small, seemed to be completely catered to couples. There were posters around the lodge advertising all manner of romantic and pamper activities designed just for two.
After we finished skiing we headed back to the lodge to see what other activities the resort had to offer. After returning our equipment Carrie noticed a poster on the wall of the lobby.
"Ooh, what do you think of this one?" she said excitingly, pointing at a poster for a couple's massage.
"Sounds good," I said, "look it says it starts in ten minutes. If we go now we should make it."
We raced across the hallway to the other end of the lodge and stepped into a room that was dimly lit with candles. As we pushed past the curtain we were met by a beautiful Latin woman with gorgeous eyes and long black hair. Her complexion was intoxicating and her body was super fit. At a glance, she looked a little like Eva Longoria.
My wife noticed how pretty she was and didn't even seem to mind my obvious flustering at her attractiveness. I couldn't help but stare at her as she showed us to our massage tables. She passed us both some tiny towels and we stripped down and laid on the tables to get comfortable while we waited for the session to begin.
As she went to turn on some relaxing music I heard the footsteps of another person entering the room, slowly lifting my head to get a peek. As I took a glance, I saw a man who was every bit of the expression, tall, dark and handsome! He reminded me of the kind of guy who would model in a Calvin Klein advert, and his rugged looks made me feel weirdly impressed by him.
As the lady walked back over to me I noticed a tag with the name Maria written on it. She asked me to put my head down and started to rub her hands with essential oils. My body tingled as she began to rub her hands over my back, working her fingers into my shoulders and down to my waist. Beside me, I could hear my wife softly begin to moan as the man performed massage on her.
For some reason, I thought about how this made me feel. My wife and I were a typical conservative couple and in all the years we had been together, we had never been with anyone else. Yet, here was this handsome man, rubbing his hands over my wife's body and making her moan in pleasure.
Maria asked the guy something which allowed me to catch his name, Javier. It sounded so exotic and sexy to me. I had to admit to myself, the idea of him and wife together secretly turned me on!
Our massage continued for another twenty minutes or so as I continued to enjoy the feeling of Maria rubbing her hands over me, closing my eyes while I imagined Javier and my wife, listening to her moaning as I fantasized about her being fucked by another man.
After the massage, we got dressed and headed back to the lobby. I couldn't stop thinking about Javier and Maria, so I was happily surprised when we bumped into them again a few hours later at the bar. We started with some small talk about the resort, asking polite questions and getting to know each other.
After a few drinks, we began to loosen up and the conversation became much more exciting. Maria admitted that she used to be part of a burlesque show and Javier told us about how he had played a few small-time roles on network television before becoming a performer on cruise ships.
As the drinks flowed, Javier began to flirt with Carrie while Maria, completely nonchalant to his advances, just sat sipping her Pina colada. He was so handsome and it was obvious my wife was enjoying his company.
"Do you mind if I dance with your wife?" he asked politely.
"No, of course not," I replied, trying my best to smile and act cool.
Javier confidently grabbed Carrie's hand and whisked her off to the dance floor, stylishly dancing and moving around her, his hands rubbing over her body.
Maria slurped through her straw, finished her drink and leaned over to me. "So, how long have you and your wife been in the lifestyle?"
"Sorry, what do you mean?" I asked inquisitively.
"Oh, sorry I just assumed you two were... you know?" She paused. "Do you not know what type of resort this is?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, this is a special type of resort for couples who lead a different type of lifestyle," she giggled. "I can't believe you're so vanilla!"
I stared at her confused, "Vanilla?"
She smiled and leaned in closer resting her hand on my leg, immediately sending a rush of blood to my penis. "That's so funny and cute. You're at a swingers lodge baby."
My face must have been a picture because I just sat dumbstruck, staring back into her beautiful eyes with my mouth ajar.
"Does your wife know?" she asked.
I looked over at her, watching as Javier danced closer to her, thrusting his hips into her, grinding seductively against her pelvis as they danced.
"No," I said.
"Well when they get back, I'll distract Javier. You should probably let her know in case she feels uncomfortable. Give me a nod or a wink if it's safe for us to come back over. Oh and by the way, what do you think of Javier anyway?"
"He's very handsome," I replied. "Why?"
"No reason," she said, slowly gesturing over to him as they returned from the dance floor.
Maria grabbed hold of Javier's hand as Carrie came and sat back down, panting heavily, a huge smile on her face.
"Are you okay?" I asked. She nodded gleefully.
"I need to tell you something!"
After explaining the situation, I waited for her to react, thinking she would either be angry or embarrassed. Instead, she just sat for a second and pondered, a strange look on her face.
"Do you think they want to swing with us?" she said, laughing at the very notion.
"I don't know", I replied panicked by her question.
Carrie looked over at them and whispered. "They are both very attractive aren't they? I bet you would love to fuck a girl as hot as Maria wouldn't you!"
I could tell what she was doing, trying to redirect the conversation away from her blatant desire to have sex with Javier, but I didn't even care. Maybe it was the scenery, the winter air, or just the thought of spicing up our boring sex life, but I liked the idea! I looked over at Maria and gave her a subtle nod.
They returned to the bar and Maria smiled, then she leaned in and whispered to us both. "We have to go now, we're not supposed to be fraternizing with the guests and our boss is walking around checking up on things. We'd love to see you later if you'd like? The hot tub is usually free after midnight, maybe we could meet there for some more drinks."
Carrie nodded in agreement, then as soon as they were out of earshot, leaped off her stool and grabbed me. "Are you sure about this honey?" she asked in desperation.
"Well, I guess, I mean if you are?"
She paused for a second and then replied. "Well, we need to discuss rules, don't we? I mean, is there anything you think is off-limits?"