Let's be honest here.
I had decided that at thirty-three (yes, I had a BD), my sex-life had never had it so good. I had the most understanding guy in the world as my hubby-quite the good fuck, I might add-two, count 'em, two younger hot 'girlfriends', and permission to fuck others? Not needed.
But still, selfish though I may be, even I felt guilty about my trips to pussy-ville without Jack. I mean, I wouldn't mind him watching me getting it on with another woman, but my two GFs?
Not so much.
Neither had an interest in a threesome with Jack, not even for me. Marnie had 'zero' interest in cock, not including, of course, her love for cock-shaped dildoes.
Yeah, I know, I don't get it either, but what are you going to do? Her young pussy is just waaaay too good to quit.
Vicki said it would be just too weird for her, like it was violating the special connection between her and I.
Okay, I get that.
So, that's why I surprised him with a long weekend getaway in the Colorado mountains for New Years that year. New Year's Eve in the mountains of Colorado? Skiing?
I'm in.
And so was Jack, he loves skiing as much as I do and loved the whole long-weekend thing for New Year's Eve.
"Who knows," I remember him saying, "Never can tell, might even trip up on a little 'strange' to ring in the New Year.
How prophetic...or calculatting, either way, it work out so.
We both said 'Fuck it' to our jobs and took the extra days off to make a full week of it. Both my 'girlfriends' were disappointed that we'd not be together for New Years Eve but, as I told them, I'd be with Jack in any event on that night. Disappointed, both nevertheless promised 'Welcome Back' orgasms to die for when I returned.
Especially Marnie.
Damn, that little hottie and I had two or three, mind-blowing, quickies a week! She found reasons to come over to my house even when her aunt was home at night. About once a week, the three of us would get together for some serous daisy-chaining.
I'm not complaining, mind you.
Off we flew, connecting in Denver and ingesting enough alcohol to make the approach into the Aspen airport, a small, tight airport in the middle of mountains, 'almost' bearable.
We skied our asses off for the first two days, both of us 'rubber-legged' after two long days on the slopes. Not our first rodeo, folks...we took the third day off and hit the nearby hot springs to soothe those 'not-as-young-as-you-think-you-are' muscles and aches from two days of skiing.
"Aaaaaaah....."
Four voices. Saying the same thing, at the same time, independent of the others, the weirdness of it all making the four of us laugh.
We had entered the springs at the same time, settling in across the short spanse of water from each other and sinking to our chins at the same time.
And believe me, folks, it was an "Aaaaaaah" moment.
"Gotta' say, this feels so damned good," She said.
'She' being, it would turn out, a thirty-year old Afro-American female of light skin-tone and great looking boobs that were barely contained by her two-piece suit-top.
"Oh yeah," I chimed in, "second best feeling in the world," I joked.
"I know that's right!" She agreed, both of us laughing and high-fiving.
"Hi, I'm Mavis," Ms. Cutie-pie said, "and this is my husband, Tony," her hand sweeping to the attractive, darker-toned Afro-American man of thirty-five, it would turn out.
We all shook hands and settled across from each other in the warm springs and chit-chatted about our skiing experiences since arriving, the good runs, the bad runs, good bars, bad bars, restaurants, you know, that kind of crap.
There was a good flow of vibes between the four of us, the conversation and laughter coming very easy, as if we'd known each other for years, which, of course, wasn't true at all.
"What are you folks doing for dinner?" Jack asked Mavis and Tony as the four of us dried off after finally giving up the soothing water.
"Nothing planned....just thought we'd find a place and eat," Tony replied.
"Why don't we all have dinner together?" I chimed in, picking up on what I was sure was Jack's intent with the question in the first place.
"That's a great idea," Mavis opined and thus the four of us, having quickly come to agreement on where we would eat, picked a time to meet in the lobby of the hotel...
"Damn, you look good enough to eat," Jack said, followed by a low-toned wolf-whistle.
I had chosen a pair of dress slacks that would provide both warmth and a favorable hugging of my ass and legs. My top was a simple vee-necked sweater that showed off the cleavage produced by my C-cups encased in a French bra.
"You would know," I joked back, but happy that he thought me so.
"As would your girlfriends," Jack smilingly replied.
True.
As we got ready for our dinner date with them, Jack and I discussed our feelings about the 'possibility' of a fling with Mavis and Tony, should the opportunity present itself.
"I wouldn't kick either out of my bed," I honestly opined, "I mean, you know, if it comes to that."
"Kinda' my thought," Jack simply replied.
