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CHAPTER TWO

“You’re kidding,” Carol said to Brent Davis.

“Snowbound?”

“That’s right, honey,” Brent replied with a rueful smile. “Just look out the window and see for yourself.”

Carol had just come down to breakfast. Now for the first time she glanced out the windows of the chalet and saw nothing but snow. It had to be piled clear to the roof. John joined her and whistled in amazement. There was no way they could get out of the house that day, let alone go skiing.

“So what do we do?” John asked Brent.

Brent shrugged. “Well, there’s no immediate problem,” he said. “We have plenty of food, plenty to drink, and the water and power are still okay. So what we do is wait for the snow to melt down or for somebody to come and dig us out.”

“Why don’t we just phone for help?” Carol said.

“The phone’s out,” Brent said. “That’s the one thing that didn’t survive the storm. But don’t worry. The park service keeps tabs on all the cabins. Somebody will be around in a few days.”

“A couple of days?” John sputtered. “I’ve got to be back to the city by tomorrow night. I’ve got classes to teach on Monday.”

Brent grinned at him. “So do I, old buddy,” he said, “and I don’t much care if I miss them. Honestly, John, what’s wrong with a little unscheduled vacation now and then? The university won’t die without you, you know, and you might just enjoy the time off.”

John looked unconvinced, but Carol began to think Brent was right – the snowstorm might be a blessing in disguise. It would give her an opportunity she hadn’t had in years, to get John away from his work and forced to pay attention to her. She could use the time to patch up their marriage, if that was possible.

“Quit fussing and have your breakfast, darling,” she said, coaxing her husband into a chair. “There’s nothing we can do about the situation, so we might as well make the best of our time.”

“Right,” John said. “Fortunately, I brought a load of papers to grade. I can start on those right after I eat.”

Carol suppressed a moan of disappointment. Leave it to John to bring his work along on a vacation! But she consoled herself with the thought that even John couldn’t bring enough papers to keep him busy for the whole weekend. He’d run out sooner or later, and then he’d have to pay attention to her.

True to her word, John shut himself in their bedroom right after breakfast and started grading papers. Carol wandered around the luxurious big cabin, wondering how to pass the time. Finally she made her way to the basement recreation room. If nothing else, she could work out her frustrations with some solitary handball.

The door of the rec room was partly open, and Carol heard voices inside. Something made her hesitate before entering the room. She stood just outside the door and listened.

“What if they come down here?” Amy Archer was saying.

“Not likely,” Brent Davis replied. “Tom’s still in bed – you know how late he sleeps. And Lucie’s taking one of her two-hour baths. Carol and John are in their room. Looks like the perfect time to me.”

“Brent, you devil, I’m beginning to think you plotted this whole thing,” Amy laughed.

“Could be,” he chuckled, “but let’s not waste any more time.”

Then there was a short silence. Carol puzzled, leaned forward and poked her head around the door for a quick peek. What she saw made her draw back in shock, stifling a gasp. Brent Davis and Amy Archer were kissing, and it was definitely not an innocent kiss. Brent was holding Amy tight against him, and she was rubbing her crotch against his.

My God, Carol thought, what do I do now?

It seemed clear that Brent and Amy had snuck down to the rec room to get it on. Carol was profoundly shocked. The Whites, Davises and Archers were all old and good friends. It seemed terrible of Brent and Amy to betray that friendship with adultery. Carol felt like running in there and telling them off.

Yet was it really any of her business? Tom and Lucie might never find out about it, and then Carol’s interference would cause unnecessary hurt feelings. She really didn’t know what to do. She leaned around the door again. They were still at it, kissing hungrily, pawing each other. On impulse, Carol slipped into the room and hid behind the drapes.

From her hiding place she could peek out through a crack in the heavy drapes, but she couldn’t be seen. She just had to know if Brent and Amy were really going to go all the way. Then she could make up her mind what to do about it. Perhaps it was wrong of her to spy, but it was the only action she could think of at the present.

At last Brent and Amy paused for breath, smiling at each other with undisguised lust. They made an attractive pair, Carol had to admit. Big husky Brent with his greying hair, petite red-haired Amy with her delicate figure – too bad they were married to other people. Carol couldn’t get over her sense of shock as Brent and Amy walked to a wide leather couch and slumped down on it, reaching for each other again.

“Christ, you turn me on!” Brent said hoarsely.

“The feeling is mutual, darling,” Amy purred.

Amy was still wearing the black silk lounging robe she’d had on at breakfast, and as they started kissing again, Brent slipped a hand inside the top of her robe and cupped one of her small pert breasts. Carol could see his hand moving under the cloth, eagerly molding and squeezing. She felt a little spark of excitement. It had been so long since John had played with her tits.

“Of course you know I’ve never consider leaving Lucie,” Brent was saying.

“Of course not,” Amy agreed, “and I wouldn’t leave Tom. But when people have been married as long as we have, a little variety is nice.”

“It sure as hell is,” Brent said. “But maybe we ought to tell them. They might want to get in on the fun.”

Amy giggled. “You mean, make it a foursome?”

“Sure, why not?” Brent grinned. “The more the merrier. No reason why Tom and Lucie shouldn’t be enjoying this, too.”

“You may be right,” Amy grinned. “I’ll think about it. But meanwhile…” She trailed off, slipping her hand into Brent’s crotch, brazenly caressing the bulge of his cock.

“You’re right,” he said quickly. “We can do out talking later.”

He slipped her robe down off her shoulders, down to her waist. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Carol gawked. Amy had adorable small breasts, the size of ripe apples, with small pink nipples. She didn’t protest as Brent exposed her tits. She leaned back on the couch and allowed him to pet and fondle the lovely pale globes. Slowly her nipples went stiff and pointed under his touch.

“Ummmmmmm,” Amy purred, “that’s so nice.”

Again Carol felt a spark of excitement. In spite of her shock, she couldn’t help wondering how it would be to be in Amy’s place, to feel Brent’s big warm hands running eagerly over her naked boobs. She felt a sudden warmth in her pussy, a slight moistening. Dammit it all, she was overdue for some decent love-making, and she found herself envying Amy.

While Brent caressed her tits, Amy unbuttoned his shirt and drew it off. His powerful chest was thickly matted with brown and grey hairs. Amy grinned and ran her small hands over the greying fur-mat. She leaned forward and tickled her stiff pink nipples against his chest. Her pretty little boobs were swelling with arousal, riding high and firm and round.

“Christ, woman,” Brent sighed, “it’s been six months now, and I still get hot for you.”

“And I’m horny for you all the time,” Amy sighed. “It must be because it’s adultery.”

Carol’s face flamed. Amy was being very wicked, she thought, and yet what she said was true. There was a danger, titillation, in this illicit love-making. Though Carol had never cheated on John, she could imagine how exciting it would be. She scolded herself for even thinking such a thing, yet at the same time she felt wickedly excited.

Brent gently pushed Amy back against the couch, dipped his head down, and started sucking her right nipple. He got the whole thing in his mouth, and Carol could hear the lewd wet noise of his sucking clear across the room. She felt a sudden spurt of hot juice from her cunt. She would have given anything if John still played with her jugs like that.

“Ummmmmmmmm,” Amy sighed, “Ummmmmm!”

Carol seethed with envy. She could tell that Amy wasn’t faking her enjoyment in the least. Her girlish snub-nosed face was wreathed in a lusty smile, her eyes hot with longing. She slowly writhed with pleasure as Brent sucked loudly and hungrily on her tit. She ran her fingers through his hair, tugging, caressing.

When Brent had sucked her right tit into swollen fullness, he dived for the left one, giving it the same treatment. Amy seemed to enjoy it all in a mindless, animal way, which Carol also envied. You’d never have guessed that this woman’s husband was sleeping on the next floor, or that this man’s wife might finish her bath and walk in at any moment. For Amy there seemed to be no tomorrow.

“Oh, that’s lovely, Brent,” she sighed. “But you’re making me so damned excited! Why don’t you take my robe off?”

“With pleasure,” Brent grinned.

Amy stood up and Brent quickly removed her robe and tossed it carelessly on the floor. She wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing underneath. Carol gawked at her friend’s lovely little figure. Amy was small, about five-feet-two, but everything was in the right place – tiny waist, slim curvy hips and ass, pert high-riding breasts. Her tiny bush was triangular and the same flame-red color as her hair. No wonder Brent was so hot for her.

He gawked hungrily at her for a moment, then gave a lusty grunt and pulled her back onto the couch. He flattened himself on her, slipping between her legs, and began to mock-fuck her, grinding his crotch against hers. Amy giggled and wrapped her legs around his waist. She went along with the game, jerking her pussy to his rhythm.

Finally Brent laughed and said, “I think this’d work a lot better if I took my pants off.”

“You finally figured it out,” Amy teased.

“Well, you know about us jocks,” Brent grinned. “It takes us awhile.”

He stood up and quickly removed his clothes. Carol felt it wasn’t right of her to look, yet she couldn’t take her eyes away. She’d never seen any man naked except John. She’d never fucked anybody but John. She had a lot of horny curiosity stored up, and she couldn’t resist this chance to satisfy it. She watched wide-eyed as Brent stripped naked.

His cock, springing from a salt-and-pepper bush, was good and stiff but not as big as John’s. It was a handsome six-incher, quick thick, and plenty tempting enough. The swollen milky-white shaft ended in a knobby dark-red head. His rosy nut sacs were taut and swollen, too, and thatched with black and silver hairs.

As she eyed his rigid ready cock, Carol felt her starved cunt leaking a big gush of juice. It had been so long since she was decently fucked that just the sight of Brent’s stiff prick made her wildly horny. She felt burning jealousy of Amy. Then she scolded herself – she was supposed to be gathering evidence, not getting turned on.

Brent lay down on the couch again and said to Amy, “We’ve still got plenty of time. Want to fool around a little?”

“Always,” Amy purred. “You’re the best fooler-around I know, darling.”

Brent chuckled and drew her legs open, exposing the gleaming pink flesh of her gash with its delicate fringe of copper curls. It was the first time Carol had ever seen another woman’s pussy, and she couldn’t help gawking. Amy was lovely down there, she decided, and she couldn’t blame Brent for staring hungrily at her rosy-pink slit.

Then he eased himself onto his belly, between Amy’s legs, and kissed the small shadowed mouth of her cunt. Carol turned red. She’d heard of oral sex, of course, but had never experienced it. It seemed such a wicked, kinky thing to do. How would it feel to have a man kissing her pussy? She thought about it and experienced a hot rush of lust.

Brent was kissing all over Amy’s pretty little gash and Amy was responding with squeals of excitement. Carol couldn’t blame her, not one bit. Even though it was a weird thing to do, it must feel fantastically good. As she watched, Carol felt her own pussy getting hot and wet and swollen with need. She wished she and John could try pussy-eating and all that other good stuff, but probably he’d be totally turned off by the idea.

“Ummmmm, that’s lovely, darling,” Amy sighed. “Lick me now, please.”

Carol blushed ever redder. Amy certainly had some nerve, brazenly asking Brent to lick her pussy. But he obeyed at once, eagerly. Carol saw his gleaming red tongue flash out, and then he was lapping and licking all over Amy’s lovely little slit. She gasped, then shivered violently with pleasure.

“Oooooo, yessss!” Amy cried. “Yes, eat my pussy, lover! Oooooo!”

Carol didn’t think it was possible to blush any harder. She was shocked at Amy’s wanton behavior and language, yet at the same time she was getting turned on like crazy. She could easily imagine how marvelous it would feel to have a man’s wet hot tongue caressing her pussy. Her hungry box gushed another load of hot juice that soaked the crotch of her panties.

Amy had her legs very far apart now, giving Brent all the room he needed to tongue and tease her willingly offered gash. Carol could see the little recessed mouth of her cunt – at least when Brent’s tongue wasn’t busy there. It was starting to leak a steady stream of thick glistening cream. Amy was pink-faced with lust, her eyes rolling, and she was clawing the couch in her excitement.

“Oh, shit, it’s good!” Amy wailed. “Do my clit, now, darling. Lick it, suck it!”

Carol felt acutely embarrassed, yet wickedly excited. Her hands, clutching the drapes, got hot and sweaty as she watched, and her cunt continued to leak its thick steamy juice. She saw Brent press the tip of his tongue against her bright red button of Amy’s clit. He stabbed at the little lump, teased and tickled it, and Amy gave shrill little cries of bliss.

“Eeeeee!” she squealed, “Eeeeeee!”

It was a good thing the rec room was sound-proof, Carol thought. This would hardly be a convenient time for Tom or Lucie to overhear and come barging in. Brent briskly tongued Amy’s pea-sized joy button for a minute or so, until the petite redhead was whimpering with arousal. Then he jammed his mouth onto her clit and began sucking it loudly.

“Ohhhh, ohhhhhhhh, God!” Amy wailed.

She jerked her pussy sharply upward, jamming her eager clit against his sucking lips. She quivered violently with pleasure and clawed blindly at the couch. Carol shivered right along with her, imagining how fantastically good it would feel to have her clit sucked. If only she could get John to do things like that!”

But John’s love-making techniques hadn’t changed in the five years of their marriage. Very occasionally, if she was lucky, he’d spend a few seconds fondling her tits or stroking her clit. Usually he just jumped on her and fucked. She was lucky if it lasted two minutes. She was lucky if it happened at all, matter of fact. She seethed with resentment of John, envy of Amy.

Brent’s greying head bobbed up and down briskly as he sucked on Amy’s clit. Carol could hear the obscene slurping noise twenty feet away in her hiding place. Amy had her eyes closed now, squeezed shut in ecstasy, and she was panting and holding her body rigid. Then abruptly she groaned and went into convulsive movements, her little body rocking and writhing.

“I’m coming!” she gasped. “Oh, God, yes, YES!”

Carol watched her old friend coming, and she felt the desperate ache in her own starved pussy. It occurred to her that she didn’t have to endure it. She had the same option as Amy. She could find someone else’s husband, bored and eager for novelty. She was plenty attractive enough. She could get well-laid whenever she wanted – if only she was willing to cheat on John.

Carol pushed the thought aside. It was too heavy to consider just now. She watched Amy’s convulsions slowly die away, till the little redhead was panting and limp. Brent lifted his face from her pussy and grinned at her. His cheeks and mouth were smeared with her cream, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“Do I get a gold medal for that one?” he asked.

“You sure do,” Amy sighed. “Want to try for another one?”

Brent laughed and drew her legs up over his powerful shoulders. In that position her wet pink pussy was completely open to him. Carol watched breathlessly, wondering what exciting thing he’d do to her next. She saw his thick red tongue snaking out to tickle the small shadowed mouth of Amy’s cunt. Then he started stuffing his tongue right up her box.

“Ooooooo!” Amy squealed. “Oh, Jesus, Brent, YES! Put your tongue in my cunt. Yes!”

Carol imagined saying something like that to John. He’d probably die of shock. She watched with burning envy as Brent worked his whole thick long tongue up Amy’s cunt. She could well imagine how thrilling that would feel. Amy showed it, her eyes rolling crazily, her face twisted in a lusty grimace.

“Fuck me with it… fuck me with it!” she chanted.

Brent’s head began to bob. He was doing just as Amy requested, working his tongue in her like a cock. He jerked the thick meat stiffly, roughly in her creaming twat, and Amy responded with yelps and squeals of delight. Carol felt dizzily aroused. But now the crotch of her panties was soaked with cunt-cream, and she wanted to come so badly, she could have screamed.

But there was no way to get out of the room without being seen. She had to stay there and watch, quivering with envy and longing, as Brent tongue-fucked the squealing Amy. As Carol expected, it didn’t take him long to make her come. Her petite body began to convulse once more, and somehow Brent managed to keep his tongue inside her, jerking and probing as she came.

“My, God, my God!” Amy whined.

She’d hardly finished coming before Brent scooted up farther between her legs and wedged the huge swollen head of his cock into her creamy little cunt-mouth. “You ready to take some cock?” he asked hoarsely.

“Yes,” Amy panted, “oh, Jesus, yes! Put that gorgeous big hard-on in me, darling. I want it!”

Carol felt a sympathetic quiver through her whole body as she watched Brent push his thick swollen prick into Amy’s small juicy twat. She knew how marvelous that first thrust felt. She knew all too well how great it felt to have her cunt stuffed again and again with steel-hard cock-meat. She gripped the drapes tightly, moaning with longing, as she saw Brent starting to fuck Amy.

“Oh, yes, give it to me… give it to me,” Amy babbled. “Ohhhhh, it’s so good!”

Brent was beyond words by now. His eyes were hot with lust, his teeth flashing, as he fucked her hard and fast. He wasn’t at all gentle, but Amy didn’t seem to mind. She threw her legs around his heaving back, opening herself to him completely, and she took the repeated rough thrusts of his dick with hoarse wails of delight.

Carol had almost forgotten the original purpose of her spying. All she could think of now was how exciting it was to watch another couple balling and how desperately she needed to get laid. Dizzily she told herself that, by God, she was going to get balled tonight even if she had to prop up John’s cock with splints. She couldn’t stand another day of this terrible frustration.

“Oh, baby, baby,” Brent was groaning. “Gonna shoot!”

“Yes,” Amy moaned, “I’m coming, too. Ohhhhh, yes!”

They bucked and moaned together for a few moments, then went limp and panting in each other’s arms. After they’d rested a bit, they dressed and left the room, giving each other knowing and satisfied smiles. Carol emerged from her hiding place, shaken, confused, and more urgently horny than she’d ever been in her life.

A barrage of questions went through her head. Should she tell Lucie and Tom what she’d seen? What was she going to do about her own lack of sex? And most tantalizing of all, could she follow Amy’s example and get it on with another man? It was a terrible thought, but tempting. So damned tempting.