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Authors name: partyonathon@hotmail.com
Story title : Three in the Snow
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Three in the Snow
by partyonathon@hotmail.com
I was at a loss as to why I had been invited as a
dinner speaker to a bunch of web page designers. It
probably had something to do with the presentation I
had done years earlier on characteristics of effective
web-page design. I busily updated my presentation
because I would do almost anything to stay at the Inn
at Squaw Creek during ski season for free.
I explained to my wife that I would be going to the
conference mid-week for only one night so it hardly
made sense for her to take the kids out of school.
I packed up my ski equipment, laptop, projector, and,
for some reason, my guitar. I hopped into my Ford
Explorer at 5 the next morning, and bombed up to Squaw.
I got there in time to ski all day and had many runs
on my favorite, Headwall. I quit at 3 p.m. so that I
could change for the talk and get my act together.
Not knowing whether the web-folk would be a rag-tag
band of casual dressers or a highly organized bunch
of power mongers, I erred on the side of caution as
befits my financial executive status. I put on my
best black double breasted suit with one of my Jerry
Garcia ties. I was quite a visage of sartorial
splendor.
I got to the dining room a little early so that I
could scope out the room and also because I'm kind
of obsessive about being on time. I didn't want to
have to wait in line to get into the meeting room
(I hate lines). I found that I was to be seated at
a head table, since I was the guest speaker. I took
my seat and waited for the rest of the crowd while I
went over my presentation.
I was presenting on "Small Business Web Pages and
Public Education-A Partnership for Progress."
As the crowd streamed in I realized that I had made a
fashion blunder of significant proportions. Rag-Tag
Band hardly captured it. Here was a group of HTML
professionals that looked like a bunch of country
club members gone alternative. Oh, well. I guess
I'll just enjoy it and look slick. My mind began to
wander until someone sat down next to me. I noticed
that someone was sitting down, but it wasn't until I
looked up that I saw that right next to me was a very
beautiful woman.
I looked over and introduced myself: "Hi, I'm Dan,
I'll be your guest speaker tonight." I had trouble
getting the words out. Even though I'm a very polished
speaker, I tend to clam up when faced with a beautiful
woman.
She looked over at me with those beautiful eyes and
said, "Hi, I'm Dianne, I publish an awards page for
web designers."
If I had been a snowflake I would have melted on the
spot.
We ate dinner and I gave my talk. It was very well
received and I felt that it was worthwhile for me to
have gone to the seminar. I sat down next to Dianne
and we continued to exchange small talk about our
children, music, the web, spirituality and esp. I
found that we had quite a lot in common.
We discussed skiing and found that we both were
accomplished skiers. By this time we had had a lot
of wine and the dinner was breaking up. I looked
over at Dianne and smiled, she smiled back and said,
"My husband is meeting me at the bar after this, why
don't you join us?" I had nothing much planned so I
was happy for the company.
At the bar waited Dianne's husband, a good looking guy
with long hair. Seeing them together made me a little
lonely, but that feeling was quickly quelled by the
additional cocktails we ordered. In no time we were
all pretty looped and becoming fast friends.
After the couple of glasses of wine and two cocktails
I was nearing my limit. I suggested that we all get
changed into our bathing suits and meet back at the
large spa outside the dining room.
As we stumbled into the elevator together, Dianne
fell against me, placing her hands against my nipples
to break her fall. The feeling of electricity was
overwhelming. She got up and apologized, but I said
it was fine and not to worry. I was worried about
myself!
While riding the elevator up, I chatted more with
Dianne's husband and found that, like me, he was a
guitar player, but considerably more accomplished.
He seemed like a nice guy.
We all got off on the same floor and found that our
rooms were across the hall. We went to our respective
rooms, got changed, and met back in the hall for the
ride down to the spa.
Riding down the elevator was excruciating because
Dianne's husband was all over her gorgeous body and
I had to keep my towel in position to hide what was
now my raging hard-on.
We all got into one of the spas that had no one else
in it (there were four). The feeling of being in a
hot-tub while it's snowing outside is one of the most
delicious feelings of all so I was pretty ecstatic to
begin with. It was very relaxing. I sat in the spa,
relaxed, eyes glazed, as Dianne and her Husband
snuggled on the other side of the spa.
Suddenly, Dianne's husband sat up and said to me,
"This is too hot for me, I'm going back to the room
for more cocktails, why don't you stay here with
Dianne and the two of you join me to continue the
party upstairs when you feel you've baked
sufficiently."
I said, "Fine, I'll take care of everything down
here. Is there anything I can bring along to reward
you for your fine hospitality?"
"Sure, if you've got a guitar, bring it and if you
have anything to smoke, bring that, too."
I said that I had a guitar and would bring it, but I
didn't want to respond to the other question in public.
He got out, wrapped a towel around himself and left.
As soon as he went inside, Dianne slid around to my
side of the spa right next to me. I felt more than a
little uncomfortable as she was wearing a skimpy
bathing suit and I could feel myself being very
attracted to her.
We continued chatting and I found myself becoming
entranced with this lovely lady. We were hot, wet
and very relaxed. I allowed my eyes to close briefly
only to find that Dianne was kissing me on the lips
very passionately. I found myself kissing her back.
Suddenly my rational side kicked in, "Dianne, what are
you doing... what about your husband?" I asked plain-
tively, thinking that this would snap the situation
back into what I knew as reality.
Dianne smiled at me with a look that really did melt
me on the spot and said, "Dan, we've talked about this
and he thinks it's just fine, as long as he get's to
play along and you know it's just for fun."
I couldn't believe my ears.
We stayed in the spa a few more minutes. By this time,
my raging hard-on was really raging and I was having
trouble hiding it from Dianne. I suggested that we get
out and join her husband, thinking that she would cool
down. She agreed and, with my towel strategically
placed, we went back up the elevator. I stopped at my
room to get my guitar and other items and knocked on
their door.
I almost fainted dead away when Dianne answered the
door dressed in a midnight blue satin robe with a slit
on the side up to her thigh. I walked in and handed my
guitar to her husband.
He handed me another vodka-tonic. We all sat down on
the couch. I was very nervous, I was still in my
bathing suit and Dianne's husband was wearing silk
boxers, playing some finger picking blues.
I was drinking my drink like it was mineral water in
hopes that I would calm down. Dianne's husband put
the guitar down, and started kissing his lovely wife.
I picked up the guitar and started playing some blues,
not quite as well, but still good. As the two embraced,
Dianne's robe fell away, exposing all of her gorgeous
body. As their embrace became more impassioned,
Dianne began to grab her husband's penis and stroke
it.
He reciprocated by moving his hand between her legs
and opening the folds of her vagina to expose and
massage her clit.
By now, I was feeling like a fifth wheel, and a pretty
embarrassed one at that!
When all of a sudden, Dianne's husband laid down on
the couch and told her to sit on his face, I thought
that I would die. I could tell by their breathing
that they were getting very close to cumming and I
felt, well, confused. When she got up and straddled
his hard unit, I became perplexed.
Not knowing what to do, I rolled a number and lit it.
The smell must have been familiar because it was at
that moment that they both achieved orgasm.
When they came up for air, they both took a few drags,
looking like they knew how.
We were all getting pretty toasted when Dianne said,
"Why, you're still in your wet bathing suit, take it
off! I want to see your hard cock."
I paused, not really knowing how to react. Dianne, in
a very understanding tone, turned to me and said,
"Look, I can sense that you're very uncomfortable, my
husband and I want you to be here, I want you to
participate in our love-making, and you should relax
as much as possible. Forget about that suit and tie
mentality for now, and have some fun with us."
I took off my bathing suit, not knowing what to expect.
Dianne said, "What a cute little thing, Great, now I
want to suck that cock and see if it gets any bigger."
And much to my surprise, Dianne bent over and started
to give me head. At that same moment, her husband
started to lick her from her clit to her asshole while
she was bent over me. He stopped shortly and started
to make love to her doggy style while she continued
giving me head.
I didn't know what to think except that I knew that I
had never experienced anything quite like this. Time
seemed to stand still and, for some reason, I felt
completely apart from any feelings of sexuality.
Rather, I felt that I had become part of a great ocean
and that the rythmic pulsing I was feeling was not
sexual, but a tide of being washing over me.
I came out of my reverie long enough to realize that
I was about to cum and felt sure that, like my wife,
Dianne probably didn't want me to cum in her mouth.
I managed to say the words, "I'm gonna cum!"
She stopped long enough to say, "Thanks for the
warning," and started stroking my purple helmeted
member with her hands, not wanting to get a mouthful.
At the same time, it was evident that she and her
husband were also cumming together so we had a big
three way orgasm. She is one incredible woman!
After we all came down Dianne asked if I had any
condoms in my room. "Of course, I always travel
with them," I answered.
"Will you please go get them, I want you to fuck me
too."
I couldn't believe my ears, but I went back and got
a few as I could see where the night was going. We
continued in that same vein for several hours, trading
places, trying new positions and what not. I was a
little tentative on eating Dianne through the saran
wrap like in the movie "Booty Call", but we all agreed
that safe sex was paramount and, judging by Dianne's
cries of "Oh God!" I eventually got the technique
right!
I tired first, wanting to save some energy for skiing
the following day. I went to bed at about 1 in the
morning. I was up at 6 a.m., getting ready for skiing,
when there was a knock at the door.
It was Dianne, looking none the worse for wear,
inviting me over to their room for a morning party.
How could I turn her down! Needless to say, it was
one of the most memorable ski trips/speaking
engagements I've ever experienced.
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