(This chapter is from the viewpoint of Rachel Font, Ed’s wife.)

Things are great! I was worried with all the talk nowadays of postpartum depression, but between my loving husband Ed and my new best girlfriend Judy, I was on top of the world. Things had been a little rough before the birth of my beautiful twin girls, but now there isn’t a thing to worry about at all.

Ed’s been working so hard lately, staying late at school sometimes grading tests so he won’t bother me and the girls at home, and tutoring Judy’s daughter Becky and her friend Lisa, I decided that since the midwinter break was here at the end of February and it’s the first break we’ve had since the twins were born, to take Ed away for a weekend.

Judy and Becky offered to watch the girls and already had them, so this will be really the first real time alone we’ve had for more than a single night, and with me able to actually do things, in almost a year. I had a small ski lodge rented in the mountains and couldn’t wait to get back to doing something fun while not being a pregnant blimp.

I had told Ed to make sure to come right home after school and he promptly drove up and I stopped him at the door handing him our packed travel bags and said, “Load the car!”

He looked pretty confused, “What’s going on?”

I smiled, “It’s a surprise!” and grabbed the rest of the bags and followed him to the car. He packed the big bags I had given him in the trunk helped my put the smaller ones in the back seats. “Judy has the girls for the weekend, and there’s no school Monday, so we can take our time and have all weekend together!”

“Great!” he smiled as we buckled into our seats. “So… where to?”

“Oh, silly me… The chalet!” I said excitedly. “You remember the one?”

“Oh… THAT chalet huh?” he nodded at me knowingly and started the car.

“Now you’re getting it.” I remembered back to our college days when I and three other girls had shared a room and a weekend away from college at the invitation of Ed’s fraternity. We hadn’t been dating yet, but my sorority and his fraternity had rented a ski chalet at a nearby ski resort.

Nobody skied much that weekend, as it was mostly drinking and sex, but it was also where I had met this wonderful man who would become my husband for the first time. I wish it had been love at first sight, but it was at a sex game. To cover the cost of a beer run his frat had a BJ contest. Several guys each put up money that they could outlast any blow job. A dollar got you two minutes and if you got the guy off you got twenty dollars.

Now, I’d not exactly been a slut, but I did get around back then, and was known to have been a man-eater with my oral talents. It was a great way of not having to put out to a guy, but still getting them to pay attention to me and take me places and buy me stuff. I had a pretty good buzz on at the time from the beer and was a little high from some pot that I’d taken a drag on earlier. That and the room had kind of a smoky haze since I wasn’t the only one. I waited until the first couple of sluts had wasted about ten minutes and moved in.

I dropped a fiver at the moneybox keeper and went down on the first available guy in the line of four that were sitting in chairs with ski masks on and that was it. I moved beside the other greedy whores that were ferociously gobbling cock and grabbed my guy firmly by his already drooled on balls, saying to him in my smuttiest voice, “Your cum is going to be delicious.”

Then I devoured him and jerked the base of his rigid shaft with hard, steady jerks. My fiver had bought me ten minutes, but I had his hot white spray covering my face in about four. The crowd of on-looking girls cheered, and the guys groaned. They gave me some tissues to clean myself off and my twenty dollar bill. I went back to my friends and laughed about it as another of the guys came a few minutes later.

There were now only two guys left and my friends goaded me into going again. I got in line and a few minutes later dropped another fiver and got in front of another cock beside a short-haired blonde sucking on the other guy next to mine. The crowd was now cheering with lewd catcalls and that turned me on for some reason. I took his saliva slobbered cock in my mouth and ever so slowly inched him deeper and deeper into my throat. I suppressed my gag and took him all the way down. Then I stuck one finger up his asshole. This ALWAYS gets a guy to cum, and while I could tell he enjoyed it, he still didn’t cum.

Then the guy beside me, now being sucked on by a red-head, came for her loudly and with great applause. He’d held out about half an hour, so had made money for the frat, but my guy was still hot and ready, but just wouldn’t cum. I jerk him hard, and softly. A boy near me said “Time” I let go of that cock long enough to throw my won twenty at him and then went back down to cheers from everyone. That twenty gave be another forty minutes, but I didn’t do the math at the time. I was more concerned with my reputation with my friends.

People even started chanting, “Cum!”, but to no avail. Eventually the crowd had dispersed, getting bored with waiting, and my jaw and neck were sore. I was almost glad when the guy with the watch said, “Time.”

I stood up and stretched my neck and said, “Are you gay or something?”

The guy chuckled and said, “Well then I wouldn’t be asking for your number, would I?”

He took off the mask and I saw Ed’s face for the first time. He got dressed and we chatted up each other the rest of the day and into the night. He explained he loved a good blow-job as much as the next guy, just something about it never tripped his cum trigger. He’d only cum from masturbating and full-on fucking. Of course later that night he returned the favor and I came three times to his wondrous tongue before we had sex for the first time so he could prove he wasn’t gay. As his cum filled my pussy and I came again I knew that from that point on he was the last man I ever wanted again.

I smiled at the erotic and pleasant memory of how that stupid frat game had got us together, and as we got into the rural areas headed toward the ski lodge, but still ten minutes or so away, I got a wicked idea. I reached over and rubbed his leg with a smile while he drove, then reached my way to his groin. He wasn’t hard yet, but I knew it was only a matter of time.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and said in that sexy voice, “Keep your eyes on the road,” as I leaned over to his lap and unsnapped and unzipped his pants. Unless he wanted to pull over, he had no choice but obey and take what I was giving him.

All he did is move his hips up to allow me easier access and said, “Oh boy,” with a chuckle.

I deftly poked his little man through the flaps in his underwear and gently stroked him. I rubbed his soft foreskin against my cheek and lips and kissed him. Then, rubbing his pelvic bone above his cock with my hand, I licked him from balls to tip. He was musky and sweaty from being confined in his pants all day, but I knew this would set the mood I wanted him to be in this evening, so I ignored it and proceeded to do it several more times to his slowly hardening manhood.

It’s funny how now it takes a little longer for him to get hard. Even five years ago he’s have been rock-stiff after just rubbing his pants. But I suppose age catches up with all of us, especially since we’re parents now. But as soon as he was hard I sucked him between my lips and again practiced my expert fellatio technique that had lost me twenty dollars, yet won me a husband.

My tongue danced around his shaft, my lips formed a tight “O” sucking hard on him, and my hand massaged his cock base and balls. I did this for about five minutes, getting him nice and hard, before releasing him and tucked him back into his underwear and back into his pants. He groaned and said, “Damn you still got the moves you sluttly little cock-tease.”

Acting innocent I then said, “Well, I ‘wanted’ something salty to drink, but it looks like you were empty…”

“Oh, it’s in full…” he said as we entered the parking lot for the lodge, “I’ll show you in just a little bit.”

I kept playing dumb, “Sure… That’s what they all say…”

He got out and went into the lobby while I opened the trunk and started getting our luggage out and he jingled a key. I smiled as we grabbed our bags and hurried to our small chalet house nearby. It was much smaller than the large one we had stayed at when we were in college, but we didn’t need a giant one like back then. There was just us, and this tiny log hut with just enough room for a bed and a bathroom was perfect and cozy.

“So, what do you want to do first?” I asked innocently, “I was looking forward to skiing the North Slope, but it’s been a while since we last skied so I suppose we should hit the Bunny Hill first. I…” never finished that sentence because I was roughly thrown to the bed and began giggling furiously.

“You devious little minx,” Ed said brutishly. “I know what you want to do first.” Then he was above me and kissed me out of my giggles with savage intensity. I was pinned to the bed; I really loved it when he dominated me in the bedroom. He’s normally a gentle and caring man, which is why I knew he’d make such a good father, but if I goaded him into it he could be a real stud in the bedroom.

His rough mauling kiss of savage, desperate lust for me really got my juices flowing and I kissed him back, hugging him tightly to me. His fingers tore at my waistband of my stretchy cotton pants and brought them down to my knees with ease along with my panties.

Suddenly he moved and was no longer kissing the lips on my face, but the lips of my pussy. His talented tongue and the memory of the first time he’d done this to me fresh in my mind had me singing hosannas to him as he hit all the right spots. I exploded into bliss and the world went white.

I was twittering on a cloud when suddenly I was filled by his entire length. He was now above me, hammering that wonderful cock that I knew so well into my still spasming vagina and triggering my orgasm all over again.

As I shook in blissful delirium to his impaling he suddenly banged me hard and stayed there as his pulsing member began shooting his sticky swimmers deep into my quivering quim again and again. It truly was a slice of heaven.

We never did get any skiing done that weekend, but it wasn’t wasted either, not one minute of it.