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  ‘I’ll try... we’ll try... to keep the noise down,’ she said, stepping back, away from me. My heart felt drawn to her as she moved away, as though there was some kind of magnetic force pulling me to her. Wrenching at my heart, in fact.

  ‘Don’t,’ I smiled. ‘You don’t need to. At all.’

  She flashed her sparkly green eyes at me, telling me in no uncertain terms that I really was kinky, that she was kind of fired up about it. That I’d want to hear, and everything.

  ‘I’ll tell him you’d prefer to stay down here,’ she said. The implication just made my cock throb.

  She held up her hand and gave me a little wave, and blew me a kiss. Mouthed, ‘I love you.’

  I mouthed it back at her.

  She turned, and disappeared upstairs again.

  Chapter Seven

  I waited ten minutes, and then turned off the television. As though Jake would be listening for it, to tell if I was still down here, maybe that I intended to get to sleep on the couch. I stood, my heart pounding. Was it happening now? What were they doing? Kissing? Cuddling? Touching?

  I pictured her lying beside him in that plain white underwear, maybe reaching for him, stroking his hardness through his boxer shorts. The two of them gazing into each other’s eyes, saying silently: are you sure about this? Isn’t this crazy? Are we really doing this?

  I was so hard. It was terrifying, but I was so hard. It really was a rollercoaster thing. Scaring myself excited.

  I drifted over past the table. The scene of my defeat. Hanna’s clothes were still heaped on the bench. Her panties sitting on top. I picked them up. They were still damp. She must have been so turned on. This was huge for her. The whole game had been about three men wanting to sleep with her. She’d been flirting all night. When she’d taken off her bra, her nipples had been hard as diamonds. She’d clearly loved being the center of our attention, our desires.

  I pressed her underwear to my nose, breathed in the dark scent of her arousal. Wow. He was going to have this. He was going to have her. Another man, with my wife.

  I clutched her clothes to me as I crept toward the stairs, and then slowly up to the next floor, at pains to keep the floorboards from creaking. I just about managed it. Outside the chalet, the wind had picked up, flinging the rain about, even shaking the walls slightly. It was enough to cover the occasional creak as I went up.

  I walked past the bathroom, and Hayden’s room. Past the airing cupboard. Then, I stepped into place outside Jake’s room, outside mine and Hanna’s room. She’d left the door open—only a crack, but open. I wonder if Jake would even notice. But I would. The sound came through in full stereo, practically.

  I could hear them murmuring quietly. Then... the wet noise of kissing. A little quiet laughter—the two of them probably still not quite believing they were being allowed to do this.

  I left the door open, and sat nervously on Jake’s bed. It felt so weird, I was a little dizzy, my vision swam. I was tired, and it also seemed as though too much of my blood was currently located in my erection, leaving the rest of my body a little starved of oxygen. I was still so hard.

  Five, ten minutes passed. I was perched on the very edge of the bed, waiting for the real stuff to get going—certain that it couldn’t be long before I’d be hearing more than just kissing. And yet they were really taking their time. Talking in low voices, kissing. I supposed I was so used to marital sex—where everything usually happened so quickly and efficiently, with so many corners cut—I could hardly conceive that this was simply the elongated foreplay of new lovers, who hadn’t even dated.

  After a long while, I started wondering if they’d even go as far as oral sex tonight, even though they were allowed to go all the way. Perhaps for the two of them, this really was a first date, and they weren’t the types to fuck on the first date.

  There was a sustained burst of giggling from Hanna, and some laughter from Jake, and I found myself getting a little annoyed at them—at Jake in particular. Why was he holding back? Why were they just talking? And I have to admit, there was the distinct burn of jealousy in my stomach as I listened intently to what was going on over there.

  I tried to keep calm, but the fear was starting to build, too.

  The simple fact was that my sexual fantasy seemed built around the prospect of some other guy taking my wife to bed and fucking the hell out of her. Then they’d be finished. I hadn’t considered the finer art of seduction as my fantasy had rapidly taken shape. You know, like how two strangers might want to get to know each other a little before they start rubbing up against each other, and joining body parts together.

  In spending time getting to know each other better, were Jake and Hanna developing a thing for each other? The thought was terrifying. Why would my wife need to develop something for another man? Why would she need to let feelings into the deal? I could understand her wanting the excitement of a new man, but what was the need for all this talking, all this slow, cautious kissing? An icy jolt ran through me: what if she actually wanted more than ‘just sex’?

  I wanted to go in there, demand to know what was happening. At the same time, I wasn’t really supposed to be listening—at least as far as Jake was concerned—and I didn’t want to make a fool out of myself. Pride was a big deal, even if I had given up my wife for the night. Plus, despite the jealousy and the fear, I couldn’t get away from the fact that I was still massively turned on by the whole thing. Even if they weren’t fucking yet, it felt like a strong probability.

  Twenty minutes, thirty minutes passed. My hardness was ebbing away a little, particularly as fatigue hit. I had lain down on Jake’s bed, not exactly comfortable since I felt it was another guy’s bed, but unable to continue sitting up, I was so tired. It was a little odd—I could smell him, in the bed, in the room. His cologne. Ordinarily it would have put me off, I hated catching whiffs of cologne while out and about, in malls or supermarkets or offices or wherever. Guys who wore too much fragrance made me want to hurl. And yet somehow this made me feel closer to what was going on with Hanna. This guy was seducing my wife.

  An hour passed. I was close to sleep, I have to admit, though my insides were still churning, and my loins still tingling. There had been a few more bursts of laughter from across the hall, and some more kissing. But I was beginning to think that Hanna and Jake were preparing to sleep—really just sleep—together. To lay politely next to each other and slip off into a deep slumber.

  Now, increasingly, I was feeling disappointed. It seemed the way things were turning out was incompatible with the kind of fear and jealousy I had experienced earlier, and yet none of the feelings I had regarding this bizarre new fantasy could be entirely described as logical.

  Then the door opened, making me jump and scramble for my shirt in case it was Jake demanding his room back. It was Hanna.

  ‘Hey,’ she whispered, offering me a smile. She was wearing her bathrobe, clutching it closed. Her cheeks were gently flushed, her eyes almost black, her pupils were so wide.

  ‘Hey, you all right?’

  ‘I’m supposed to be going to the bathroom,’ she said, folding her arms, almost defensively, as though she couldn’t risk me seeing too much of her. She wasn’t my woman right now, tonight. I’d lost her in a damn game of cards. ‘I just wanted to... check on you.’

  ‘I’m okay,’ I said, nodding, spreading my lips in a cool and casual smile.

  ‘Seriously?’ she said, gravely.

  ‘I’m fine.’

  ‘Because you know you can stop this any time you want.’

  I nodded, accepting what she said, even though it didn’t entirely feel true. Her eyes told me she was desperately keen not to bring the night’s strange excitement to a halt. That maybe if I were to be so selfish as to pull it away from her, it might even affect our relationship. And yet there was pity in her eyes, too.

  ‘I want it to happen,’ I insisted, meeting her gaze. ‘You know I do.’

  She nodded, and now sat on the edge of
the bed, some of the tension between us dissolved. ‘It’s just... you know, difficult to know if you’re just doing this to be nice, because you want to help everybody get through this damn week... or if you’re really telling the truth and you... well... like all this.’

  ‘I am telling the truth,’ I insisted.

  She gave another little nod.

  As though to prove myself, I asked her, ‘So anything happen between you two yet?’ With a dark little grin that told her I really did think this was hot.

  She giggled, and returned a flirty, dark look. ‘Not... yet. I mean... you know, we’ve talked a lot... we’ve been... well, you know... making out.’

  ‘Seriously?’

  She nodded. The pinkness in her cheeks deepened. She looked irresistible.

  I sat up, reached for her. Nervously, she allowed me to kiss her. It was nice—warm, sweet, tender. So soft. And I swear, I could detect Jake’s cologne on her, subtly. I know it wasn’t just the smell from this room, since I’d become accustomed to that. This was new. It made my heart rate pick up considerably.

  Hanna’s hand slid down over my shoulders as we kissed, glided down my back, and then she was subtly stroking my thigh. I brushed my hands through her dark, silky hair, and down to caress her breasts through her satin bathrobe. Her nipples were hard, I could feel them through the thin material.

  As I cupped her breasts, her hand moved up to find my hard cock, her fingers spreading over its full length. It felt good, though I was wearing boxer shorts now. And she moaned in delight, gaining the confirmation she sought that I really was turned on by everything that was happening.

  ‘So... you guys going to do more than just make out?’ I asked her.

  She gave my cock one last little squeeze through my underwear, and her eyes found mine. ‘I think so,’ she said softly, scouring my face for any hint that I wasn’t totally up for this. I think she was a little surprised at me, that I really had been telling the truth all night, that this was what I wanted.

  ‘You’re sure about this?’ she asked me.

  I nodded, my gaze not straying from hers. I had to project confidence, reassurance.

  She leaned into me, and I opened myself for a final kiss with her before she went off to cross that boundary at last. To become unfaithful.

  That final kiss was the sweetest thus far. She whispered, ‘I love you.’

  Then she was gone.

  Chapter Eight

  Now I was wide awake.

  I went to the door on my hands and knees, moving incredibly slowly, listening for the tiniest of sounds. I could hear them—and as I poked my head out of the door, I saw the door to the bedroom opposite was still open, and in fact Hanna had left it open a little wider than before.

  There had been a little talking when I put my head out of the door, but only the tail-end, and I wasn’t in time to catch what was being said. Now, I heard only kissing. Lips sucking on lips, wet mouths pressed against each other. The talking did not resume. There was no laughing, no giggling. Just kissing, maybe a little quiet moaning.

  I heard deep breathing, but then there were two loud gasps from Hanna, and the breathing I heard deepened still. My cock stiffened to full hardness again, and I felt the adrenaline racing around my blood vessels—he was going down on her, I could tell.

  I don’t know if it was something to do with being a third party here, and not part of the action itself, but the sounds she was making were just breathtakingly erotic. Something I perhaps didn’t notice when I was with her. But then, also, I was fairly sure Jake was taking his time with her, it was not the rushed series of short cuts that marital sex had become for Hanna and me. I made a mental note that that was something we’d need to correct, in the future. She was panting and crying out and whimpering from the intensity of her experience, and I felt fairly sure I’d never made her sound that way.

  Perhaps she was acting up a little, trying to make sure I could hear everything. It sounded real, though. She was reacting to the way he was making her feel.

  Moaning, ‘Oh God... oh God...’

  I glanced down the hallway. Would Hayden be hearing this? It was fairly loud.

  After a while—a long while, I thought, considering he was just going down on her—Hanna calmed down, her crying ceased, and there were more kissing sounds. Jake said something to her, though I couldn’t hear what. There was a little laughter. And I heard Hanna saying, ‘Oh my God...’ as though she was laying eyes on his cock for the first time, and she was impressed.

  ‘Go ahead,’ I heard him say.

  ‘I don’t know...’

  Then, deep breathing, and more wet sounds—different from the kissing. My heart skipped a beat or two as I recognized the noises as Hanna giving him a very wet blow job. Wow. This was getting uber serious. Hanna had said I’d be able to stop things at any moment if I didn’t want her to go through with it. That had been all very well when we’d just been thinking about her being unfaithful.

  Now, it was happening. I felt almost paralyzed, pinned to the spot. My wife had her hands—and her lips—wrapped around another man’s hard cock, I knew it. I could hardly believe it.

  From the sound of things, she was enjoying it as much as he was—no doubt because it was so unexpected, so against everything she was expecting from marriage. Her first prick that was not mine for years. Jake sounded as though he was in heaven. I felt a strange sense of pride—that she was my wife, and whilst she was taking him to the peaks of pleasure right now, I would get to have her at the end of this one little adventure for Jake.

  He sounded as though he very nearly came—but then the noises of her sucking on him ceased.

  The two of them were silent for a few moments, and then I started hearing her breathing again, her sighs and quiet moans. He was touching her. Was he fucking her yet? There was that friction sound of skin moving against skin, and then from just outside that bedroom door, I heard packaging being ripped open.

  A condom.

  For a moment I felt a surge of wild paranoia nearly overwhelm me, as I questioned why Jake would have brought condoms when he knew it would only be me, Hanna and Hayden here at the chalet with him on this trip. My tired, over-stimulated brain suddenly made all kinds of connections that weren’t there—that Hanna and Jake had been having an affair before this trip, that the whole thing had been stage-managed to allow us to play that poker game so that Jake could take Hanna from me.

  My paranoia lasted only for a few moments. I crawled across the hallway and slumped down against the wall beside Hanna and Jake’s door, and realized that Jake had been planning on a fairly normal ski vacation where there would be actual skiing, and this resort would be full of people and bars and restaurants that would be teeming with single girls looking for a bit of après-ski fun.

  I calmed down, although my heart continued to race along. Jake was using a condom. That was a good thing, health wise. But it was also confirmation that they were about to go all the way. Oh God.

  I glanced down the hallway, making sure Hayden was safely closed away in his room. I heard the snap of latex as Jake sheathed his manhood in the condom, and now I knew what was just about to happen.

  I had my own hard cock in my hands as I heard a little more kissing, and then Hanna moaning. I knew another man was sliding his big, hard dick into my wife. I heard her little sighs, her little gasps as he filled her, and as he moved within her. I heard her breathing quicken, until she was starting to pant again.

  I heard the wet sound of his cock squeezing into her, the noise of his flesh rubbing against hers as he thrust into and out of her body. I heard them moving together on the bed.

  And as it progressed, I heard him panting, the bedsprings creaking, and then I could hear his body slamming into hers as he pounded her pussy.

  God.

  Hanna was moaning as he penetrated her, in genuine and seemingly shocked pleasure, but somehow it seemed different than before. It took me a moment to figure out what the difference was. She wasn�
��t playing it up anymore, she wasn’t trying to make sounds so that I might hear through the door—it seemed like now she was actually trying to keep quiet, that she was trying to stifle her full response to Jake’s cock entering her. As though I might be offended that she was getting off on it, that she was actually enjoying it.

  That she was enjoying his cock more than she usually enjoyed mine.

  The jealousy flared again inside me, but it wasn’t from the thought she was enjoying another man’s cock more than mine—no, that was strangely hot, for some reason—but more from the idea that she might be holding back, trying to keep something from me, hiding her true enjoyment.

  After a while, I heard them moving over each other, skin sliding against skin, as the two of them changed positions. Then the rocking of the bed resumed, and Hanna’s moaning resumed, though there was no longer any sound of him slamming into her body. I supposed that she was on top now, riding him cowgirl-style. She was still trying to keep quiet. Somehow that fact seemed almost deceitful to me. But they had been going quite a while—an astounding amount of time, actually, when I finally consulted my watch.

  They weren’t stopping. This wasn’t a ten-minute marital quickie. I heard them change positions another three times, and each time Hanna sounded as though she was nearing orgasm, from her panting, the little catches of her breath, the rising pitch of her moans, even if she was trying to muffle them.

  As I listened, my cock was getting a little chafed from my touching it—but I was at the point where I needed only minimal contact to keep it going, any significant squeezes or strokes would set me off spurting everywhere. Wow. A truly marathon session. I guess they were making the most of the prize, and that Jake would spend a whole night with Hanna.

  I heard them stop, and thought it must have finally finished. They were talking, though I couldn’t hear the conversation over the heavy breathing as they fought to recover their breaths. Something about a water bottle at one point. And a little after that, I’m pretty sure he was directing her to lay a certain way.