After I had recovered from my car accident, I settled back into life with my two girlfriends, Sasha & Kathy. However, Kathy decided she wanted to do something nice for me and Sasha. We had a fun thanksgiving together with several friends and that night Kathy revealed her plans after everyone else left. She handed us envelopes containing plane tickets and reservations for a winter cabin in Burlington, Vermont for Christmas. Sasha and I were pleasantly surprised at this. The three of us hadn't gone away together since the year before, so a Christmas getaway seemed like just what we needed. Our flight was to leave at 9 AM on December 18, so we carried on at work, did some Christmas shopping, and counted the days.
We also went to my family's Christmas party on the 11th, where Sasha & Kathy posed as lesbians to keep our polyamorous relationship a secret; no one suspected a thing. Finally, on the night of December 17, we packed - carefully hiding the Christmas gifts we got for each other inside - and got ready for our early morning flight. Sasha set the alarm for 5:30 AM, so we'd have enough time to get to the airport, go through security, and relax in the airport lounge before the flight. The girls slept rather well that night, but I could barely sleep, I guess on account of how excited I was for the trip. When the 5:30 alarm went off, all three of us got up, got dressed, loaded our bags into the car, and drove to the airport.
After checking our bags and going through security, we settled down in the lounge for breakfast, where I proposed a toast: "To a happy, healthy, and beautiful holiday for all of us."
"So smooth, sweetie," Kathy said, as we clinked our Screwdrivers (vodka & orange juice) together.
"This is what we need after your accident and operation," Sasha added, "so let's make the most of it until we get back." We headed to the gate after about 45 minutes in the lounge, where our flight was just beginning to board. We got on the plane and took our seats, with Sasha in the aisle, Kathy taking the window seat, and me in the middle. I know everyone hates the middle seat on the plane, and I usually do too, but when I'm in between my two girls, I don't mind it. The plane took off at a quarter to 9 in the morning - ahead of schedule - and we settled into our seats. After getting our drinks from the drinks cart, Kathy lifted the armrests so she and Sasha could cozy up to me.
It was a bit cramped - you know how tight airplane seats are - but we managed. We watched "A Christmas Carol" on my screen before we dozed off for the rest of the flight. We didn't worry about the airplane bathroom for the whole flight; we still wore the diapers I used during my recovery because we liked not having to get up to go pee. The plane touched down at Burlington International Airport shortly after 12 noon and we disembarked to warm up inside the terminal. As soon as we got our bags, Kathy and Sasha went to the bathroom to change their diapers while I watched the bags; they returned and watched the bags so I could go and change my diaper as well.
As soon as I was clean & dry, we went to the rental desk to rent a car. We requested an all-wheel-drive car due to all the snow on the ground, so the rental agent gave us the keys to a Subaru Forester. We found the Forester, loaded our bags into the back, and Kathy drove to the cabin, with me and Sasha huddled in the backseat to keep warm (Kathy had a heated driver's seat.) The drive took a little longer than Kathy anticipated because of a road crew clearing a fallen tree from the road; we were in 12th place in a line of 20 or so cars. I was just glad Sasha and I kept each other warm but little did we or Kathy know keeping warm would be central to the entire trip.
We got to the cabin just as the sun was setting, so we rushed inside to warm up and unpack. The cabin was very cozy and quaint; just like the rest of Vermont. A large living room with a fireplace, a hot tub on a glass-enclosed back deck to enjoy the winter night without freezing to death, and a comfy king-sized bed; the girls and I could've had an orgy if we knew anyone in town - which we didn't. The cabin was also only a five-minute drive from Cochran's Ski Area, so Kathy suggested we do some skiing while we were in town. I didn't know how to ski, but Kathy said Cochran's had ski lessons for rookies like me, so I said I was down to learn and Kathy booked our day on the slopes as Sasha and I checked out the rest of the cabin.
The three of us enjoyed dinner at a local restaurant that night and were ready to hit the hey after getting back to the cabin. Sasha changed her diaper, she peed in it during dinner, we slipped into our PJs and snuggled up in bed. Kathy turned out the lights and we drifted off to sleep. Kathy and Sasha squeezed me tight under the covers and I felt so warm, I didn't think the heater in the cabin was necessary; how wrong I was would become apparent in a couple of days though. In the meantime, the three of us were determined to enjoy ourselves. The next day, December 19, we went to Cochran's, where I learned how to ski and hit the slopes with the girls.
I strongly recommend learning how to ski if you don't know already. I had a blast shredding down the slopes flanked by Kathy and Sasha to each of my sides. After a day of skiing, we returned to the cabin and decided to enjoy some champagne in the hot tub that night. We didn't bring any bathing suits so that meant we'd be naked in the hot tub; upping our collective arousal to a higher level. Once we were naked, Sasha poured the champagne, opened one of the windows to let some fresh air in, and we slipped into the warm hot tub. Our bodies practically melted into the water as we sipped our champagne and admired the starry night sky.
Sasha remarked how she felt after a few minutes: "The juxtaposition of the hot water and the cold winter air is making my nipples harder than Chinese Algebra," she said, "and my pussy wetter than the hot tub. Let's try having sex in here." Kathy and I said we were down, so Sasha slid over to us, took my cock, and began stroking it under the water. "Let me know when you're ready babe," she told me. Kathy in the meantime rubbed her and Sasha's pussies under the water. It was then I remembered Sasha had opened the window.
"Shouldn't we close the window?" I asked, nervous at the thought someone might hear us.
"No way," Sasha said, "the cool air adds to the ecstasy. That's one I opened it."
"Yeah babe," Kathy added, "plus the next cabin is about five miles down the road. I doubt anyone will hear us." With reassuring words from both my girls, I told Sasha my cock was ready; she gave "the signal" to Kathy, who climbed onto my sunken lap, guided me into her pussy, and began riding me like a stolen motorcycle: intensely and with pleasure. Sasha took Kathy's place after five minutes, and this routine of switching continued until both girls had climaxed. Sasha climaxed first, exhaling with such intent, and then Kathy climaxed with such fervor, my concerns about someone hearing us flooded right back to me.
Before I could express those concerns, Sasha had me stand up in the water. The cold air hit my warm, wet, naked body as she and Kathy began stroking my cock. Knowing I had to climax before we were finished, I relaxed and waited for my semen to, well cum. I came after a minute or two and shot my load right over the side of the hot tub and onto the deck. As soon as I was done, we all slid back into the water and began recovering. Kathy kissed my lips and pulled Sasha right up to her & I. We relaxed for about ten minutes when Kathy said she had to pee. She stood on the side of the hot tub, spread her pussy aside and shot her hot stream across the deck; the steam billowing off her pee was an astounding sight to see.
