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Subject: {ASSM} Ski Chalet Swingers Part 2 MF MMF FF Group
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Date: Mon, 10 May 2004 18:10:03 -0400
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Ski Chalet Swingers Part 2 MF MMF FF Group
By David Lavenham
davidlavenham@hotmail.com


Chapter 2 - The Morning After

The next day there was a perceptible tension in the group, an undercurrent 
to the slightly forced normality of the holiday group.

`Jesus you guys are quiet today', Gareth said as they finished their lunch, 
`I thought the mountain air was supposed to clear a hangover'.

Alison, Sarah, John & Martin knew it was not a hangover that had changed 
their mood. They were uncomfortable in each others company. The night had 
ended abruptly, Martin jumping up at the sound of his wife's voice, quickly 
pulling on his robe, leaving Sarah lying on the bench, a tell-tale drip of 
his cum leaking from her pussy as her husband helped her up and into her 
robe. `I guess we better hit the hay', David managed to say, leading Sarah 
to their room.

The weather turned during the afternoon, the crystal blue skies quickly 
filling with heavy cloud and swirling snow. It was no fun skiing in a near 
blizzard so they decided to call it a day early and headed back to the 
Chalet early.

`I think it's time to try out the Jacuzzi', Janet said as they shook the 
snow from their coats.

`Great idea', Gareth agreed, `care to join us?'

The others declined and made for the lounge.

There was an uneasy atmosphere as Alison poured coffee. The conversation was 
forced, focussing on skiing, weather predictions and dinner plans. The 
couples paired up on the sofa's and as they watched the fire take hold they 
fell into an uneasy silence.

Sarah broke the silence.

`Dave and I talked a lot last night', she said, looking into the fire, `and, 
well, I know this sounds odd, but I want to let you know we are OK with what 
happened'.

`We don't want it to ruin our friendship', Dave chipped in, looking towards 
their friends.

`I'm so glad', Alison said with relief in her voice, `We talked about it 
too, and, well, I guess we feel the same'.

The uneasy silence fell again, only to be broken by Dave.

`Mind you, there is one thing I would like to say to Martin', he said, three 
sets of worried eyes suddenly focussing on him, `Next time can you put a rug 
down, I spent half the night getting splinters out of Sarah's back!'

The tension evaporated with their laughter, the release after the charged 
atmosphere of the day fuelled their hilarity, they were crying with 
laughter.

When they finally calmed down Martin let slip a comment that would change 
their relationship for ever.

`OK, next time I will be more careful!' he said, winking at Sarah.

Given the weather was bad they decided to treat themselves to a good dinner, 
choosing one of the better restaurants in town. Despite the fine food the 
atmosphere was relaxed and by the time they had settled into there coffee's 
they had polished off a few bottles of wine. As they talked Sarah felt a leg 
brush against her leg. She thought it was an accident, but then it was back, 
resting against her calf. She knew it couldn't be Dave who was one place 
away to her right, she guessed it was probably Martin or Alison who where 
sitting opposite her. `Probably to pissed to notice' she thought.

Then it moved, She felt a warm foot trace its way up her leg to her knee. 
She looked across to Alison and Martin. Both were listening intently to 
Gareth.

The foot did not stop at her knee, it worked its way up her thigh. `He's 
good', she thought. Martin was still focussing on the conversation, 
seemingly undisturbed by his under table advances. She opened her legs a 
little and allowed the foot to glide up under her skirt, slowly making its 
way up her thighs until the toes reached their target, the cotton of her 
panties the only thing between them and her aching pussy. She shut her eyes 
as the toes wiggled against her moistening slit.

`Are you OK?', it was Janet, noticing that she had closed her eyes.

`Oh, er, yes', she said with a start. The toes still pressed against her 
crotch. She looked across to Martin, but it was Alison who caught her eye, 
winking.

Sarah and Alison were at the back of the group as they left the restaurant 
to walk back to the Chalet. They linked their arms as they walked to steady 
themselves on the ice. `So what was that about?', Sarah asked.

`I just fancied flirting with you', her friend replied honestly.

`I thought it was my husband you would be flirting with after last night'.

Alison stopped and looked at Sarah, concerned that her friend was upset. She 
was relieved to see Alison smiling back at her.

`Sarah', Alison began hesitantly, `there is something I need to ask you'

`Yes?', Sarah looked a little worried now.

`You know I said Martin and I talked a lot about what happened last night?'

`Yes'

`Well, I don't want to offend you, and only if you are both OK with it, 
well, we would ........'

`Like to do it again?' Sarah interrupted.

`Yes'.

Sarah looked deep into her friend's eyes, `So would we', she said.

They hugged, both relived to get past this significant milestone. Sarah went 
to move off, but Alison held her back.

`There is something else', she said, `something I haven't talked to Martin 
about'.

`What is it?'

`Seeing you with Martin, seeing him screwing you on that bench, well, I felt 
something strange, I wanted to be Martin'

`I don't understand what you mean?'

Alison looked up at her friend, `Sarah, I want to sleep with you as well'.

A tear welled up in Sarah's eye as she hugged her friend, `Oh, Alison, I 
would gladly to be your lover'.

They were both crying as they kissed. It started as a tender kiss, a gentle 
pressure on the lips, but the contact unleashed a passion between them and 
soon they were locked together, their tongues entwined as they enjoyed their 
first lesbian experience. As they kissed their hands explored each others 
bodies. Like teenagers outside a school disco they grabbed at each others 
breasts through their coats as they pressed themselves together. Soon 
Sarah's hand had found its way into Alison's coat and was cupping her breast 
in her cold hand. At the same time Allison's cold hand had wormed its way up 
her skirt and was rubbing her pussy through her panties.

They were brought down to earth by a honk from a passing motorist and 
started laughing.

`Let's meet up tonight when Dave and Martin are asleep', Sarah suggested.

`Oh yes, lets', Alison responded, she had never felt so horny as they 
decided what to do.

By David Lavenham
Feedback appreciated - davidlavenham@hotmail.com
Archive at www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/davidlavenham/www
I also write custom stories and scripts. Contact me at the e-mail above for 
more information.

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