Lisa watches and reminisces.

Lisa looked through the partition at her ski instructor as he stroked his cock in the warming hut before the next lesson. She was tempted by an impulse so dirty, she could barely believe she was thinking it. She imagined whispering through the hole, pointing her finger through, and beckoning him to stick his cock through at her.

But she could never do something like that. Or never again. She felt her face flush red. The big thick cock, the windburned hands. They carried her back to the summer she had traveled in Europe, staying in hostels. Lisa's hand went down and loosened her ski pants. She had been late to arrive in a hostel on the coast of Normandy, and she had ended up sharing the last room with two Frenchmen who were on a long bicycle tour. They stayed up late talking, and she had some of their wine, they had each complained about how long it had been since they'd had sex, and one thing had led to another. They had taken their time, exciting her with patient tongue work, taking turns until she had spilled over with orgasms. Then Jacques had mounted her, spreading her legs, raising her knees, plugging her with his thick cock, and she came again before he did. Marc put her on her knees and took her from behind. It was a tickling finger on her clit that finally put her over the top. She had drifted off to sleep feeling a hot, dirty satisfaction. It had felt good, but so unlike her, to enjoy another man's eyes on her when she was getting fucked.

The next morning, she had awakened to see Marc kneeling behind Jacques, dealing his ass the same steady thrusts he had pounded Lisa's vagina with the previous evening. Lisa was surprised to find herself excited by seeing the two men together. When they saw she was awake, they coaxed her over. First she just watched as Jacques' cock and balls bounced with Marc's thrusts, but eventually she found herself sucking Jacques' cock. Lisa had been so excited that she came without even touching herself. Marc then groaned, emptying his balls into Jacques. Jacques had finished himself off with his hand. His cock was much like the one she viewed through the little hole, thick and uncut.

While headed back from Europe, she had been in a daze, shocked by her wild behavior. But over time, she often found her mind drifting back to the exciting scene. She had heard a rumor that her husband had once had an encounter with a man in college.

Through the partition, she saw the ski instructor moan and spurt come over his muscled stomach. Lisa sighed. The few minutes of watching and reminiscing had been enough to get her hot and bothered, but nowhere near enough to get her close to her own release.

She dressed up again for her lesson.

Out on the slopes, she couldn't help flirting a little with the handsome ski instructor who reminded her of Jacques, and he flirted back a little. She smiled. It made Lisa feel warm inside to have a little friendly attention. She sighed, thinking of her husband Steve's wandering eyes, glued to anything with boobs.

Lisa wondered if she could pry Steve off the slopes for a little early "nap" together in the cabin before Suzi and Chuck were done with their ski days. It would be nice after all the tedium of moving to just spend time together with the man she loved.

But maybe she should go for hot cocoa with the ski instructor. It would be nice to just do a little innocent flirting. She thought back to how his cock had looked through the partition.

Or maybe she should just go back to the cabin now and soak out some of her sore muscles.