The Gondola

Britney, Bill, and I didn't take long to get a few runs in. Leaving the condo, we grabbed our gear and skied down to the main lodge. Within less than ten minutes, we were boarding the gondola lift to the top. Our group usually took the gondola only to start the day, then stayed on the mid-mountain 4-seaters to avoid base-lodge traffic.  

I stared out the window, took in the scenery, and enjoyed music through my headphones. Movement on the Britney, Bill, and me didn't take long to get a few runs in. Leaving the condo, we grabbed our gear and skied down to the main lodge. Within less than ten minutes, we were boarding the gondola lift to the top. Our group usually took the gondola only to start the day, then stayed on the mid-mountain 4-seaters to avoid the base lodge traffic.  

I stare out the window, take in the scenery, and enjoy music through my headphones. Movement on the other side of the gondola draws my attention. Bill, it seems, can't keep his hands off his girlfriend. He's pulled her onto his lap and is kissing her deeply, his hands not attempting to be subtle as he tries to slide up under her shirt. I can't exactly blame him; she's a fucking Norse goddess. I'd be lying if I didn't say I'd thought about how lucky Bill is. Not that I am not attracted to my wife, but I mean we all fantasize. Maybe one day I can convince my wife to explore the fantasies a bit more than we do with sexting.  

"Oh, get a room, you two," I say, laughing at them.

"We did! Your dumb ass just hopped into it," Bill tells me.

"This is a lift, not a room!" I retort, laughing.  

"Yeah, but it is hard not to think about how hot sex in this would be," Britney says.

She immediately blushes. "I mean, not that I would, but a girl can fantasize lol." 

I stare at them, just rolling my eyes.

Bill shrugs and says, "Doesn't have to be a fantasy."

Britney stares wide-eyed at him. He doesn't budge or reveal a hint of kidding. She looks to me for support.

"He's your boyfriend," I say, laughing.

I turn back to my window. The trees below slide by as I inspect the runs below me. Something about being out on the mountain in winter has always settled me. Here I am at peace.  

Britney gasps, drawing me from my daze. I look over at her. I'm stunned. She has pulled down her snow pants and every other layer to her knees and is sitting back on Bill's lap. He's pulled his pants down too. His cock is fully inside her.

"What the fuck?" I start.  

She blushes, trying to hide. Bill keeps himself inside her.  

"Bill said you wouldn't notice, that you get all zen trance on the lift. I'm sorry; please don't be mad at us! Bill let go. I need to pull everything back up." She says, flustered.  

I can't say anything for a second.

"Whatever, just have fun," I say again, laughing.  

Bill doesn't wait to call my bluff and thrusts hard up into Britney, forcing a moan.  

"Thanks for being cool, bro," he tells me.  

I can't help but stare at the apparent show I'm getting.

He pushes her off him. Her gorgeous ass is now fully visible. His cock hard and covered in her juices.  

"Grab the window," he tells her.

Britney looks at me, nervous, but does as she is told. Bent over, holding the window, she gives me my first good view of her most intimate place. She's gorgeous, a pink and inviting pussy. A larger labia than my wife's, but it is perfect. Bill wastes no time; he positions himself behind her, grabs her hips, and thrusts in to the hilt. She keeps moaning softly.

"Oh fuck." She says, her hand snaking down to rub her clit as Bill fucks her roughly. In almost no time, Bill grunts; he pushes deep; he stiffens. Britney's moans go more frantic, her body quivering. I know the signs. He's filling her, flooding her perfect pussy, and the feeling is pushing her over the edge.  

Their Orgasms fading, Bill slides out of Britney's pussy, smiling, hips up. I can't help but continue to stare at her pussy, especially as his cum pushes itself to her entrance. She pulls up her pants. I'm hard as a rock right now.  

"Looks like the show wasn't too bad." She teases me, looking at my bulge.  

Bill laughs.  

"Best help him out, love. Otherwise, he will be riding around with a hard-on all day." Bill tells her.

"Wait, what?" I start.  

I am cut off by Britney kneeling before me, pulling on my pants. I'm ashamed to admit it, but I was unable to stop her as I processed what I just saw. My pants slide down. My hard shaft sprang free.  

"Holy fuck! He's huge." Britney says.  

"Fuck, man, good for you!" Bill replies.  

My cock is roughly 10 in. long and thick. I have never thought about it too much, but I know every girlfriend I have had hasn't complained.  

Britney grabs my shaft with her hand, giving it a playful stroke.  

"Oh, your wife is a lucky girl," she says.

That snaps me awake. Crap, what will she think of this? My friend is holding my shaft. I just watched her be filled, and she- oh god.  

Before I can protest, Britney takes me into her mouth. Her tongue teasing around my tip before she takes the length of me into her mouth, gagging slightly. I moan. She locks eyes with me as she slides back up for air, her hand never stopping its steady strokes.  

"Oh, this is very fun," she says.  

Bill stares at his girlfriend as she sucks and gags on my cock. A lusty, love-filled look is in his eyes as he watches her.  

She works me slowly, one hand cupping my balls, the other jerking me into her. My hands hold the back of her head, playing with her long blonde hair.  

There isn't much time left on the lift when it happens. I grunt, releasing my load down her throat. She sits back smiling. I pull up my pants.  

"Fuck Brit," I say.

"Hahaha, glad we all got that out of our system; let's hit the slopes," Bill says, something clearly not out of his system completely.

Britney blows me a kiss.  

We ski for the rest of the day, until the lifts start shutting down. We joke and laugh, never mentioning the gondola to each other for the remainder of the day. The only downside was a text from my wife telling us our friend Emily had a bad breakup.

When we return to the condo, I lean my board against the wall and open the door.  

"Emily!" Britney calls out

"Don't worry, Jess told us. You are better off with all of us! I hope you had a cozy day resting with Jess, because tonight we're all going to the bars! So hurry up and go get ready." Britney finishes guiding her away.  

"Thank you for taking care of her. When you get the chance, I need to tell you something." I say, kissing my wife.  

Her lips taste tangy. Good and vaguely familiar.

"New lip gloss? It tastes good." I say.

"Uh, yeah, and I also have something we need to catch up on," she tells me.  

"Well, let's go get ready and talk then," I say nervously.

She follows me to our room, her energy just as nervous as my own.

In our room, we shut the door and turn to each other.  

"Love, I, uh," we both start to say.

"You go first," she tells me.

I gesture for her to sit in the bed. I take a steadying breath as I sit beside her.

"Something happened in the gondola today," I say

"What did Bill get you all high on again?" She says teasingly.  

"No, he did something, though." 

She looks at me quizzically.  

"What did he do?" She asks.  

"He may have fucked Brintney... while I was in there with them," I tell her

She gasps, "Like, really? Did you see enough to know?"

"Oh, I saw enough," I say, my cock stiffening at the memory.  

She notices. Ever the good wife, she slides her hand over, reaches into my pant line, and pulls it out hard.  

"So what did you see?" She asks teasingly.

"You're not mad?" I ask.  

"I'm just jealous; it's not like anything else happened," she says.  

My cock twitches at the words.

"Did something else happen? What did you see? Tell me!" She says, squeezing softly.

I start to tell her how I turned to see Britney riding Bill, and how he told her to grab the window.  

"Did you get a good look at her pussy?" She asks. Continuing her teasing strokes.  

"I did, and it's gorgeous. I even watched her drip out his cum." I tell her.  

She moans. I see she has one hand on my cock and one in her own sweats. She locks eyes with me, suspicious but clearly turned on.  

"Did anything else happen?" She asks firmly.  

"Yes," I say, squirming.  

"What?" She asks again, looking into my soul.  

"Britney got on her knees, and well, she sucked my cock." I tell her nervously.

She pauses, letting go.  

"Wait, really." She asks with a laugh.  

"Yes I repeat nervously. "Please don't be mad; I didn't know what was happening. I didn't mean to." 

She touches my face and smiles.  

"It's ok, love. I would have wanted to see, but weirdly I'm ok with this." 

I sigh in relief. "I love you." 

We are silent for a minute.

"What did you need to tell me?" I ask.  

When she tells me what she did, we both feel much more reassured. Our relationship just got a whole lot more fun. Though fuck, from her description, maybe I might need to see Emily naked next, maybe with my wife.  

other side of the gondola draws my attention. Bill, it seems, can't keep his hands off his girlfriend. He's pulled her onto his lap and is kissing her deeply, his hands not attempting to be subtle as he tries to slide up under her shirt. I can't exactly blame him; she's a fucking Norse goddess. I'd be lying if I didn't say I'd thought about how lucky Bill is. Not that I am not attracted to my wife, but I mean we all fantasize. Maybe one day I can convince my wife to explore the fantasies a bit more than we do with sexting.  

"Oh, get a room, you two," I say, laughing at them.

"We did! Your dumb ass just hopped into it," Bill tells me.

"This is a lift, not a room!" I retort, laughing.  

"Yeah, but it is hard not to think about how hot sex in this would be," Britney says.

She immediately blushes. "I mean, not that I would, but a girl can fantasize lol." 

I stare at them, just rolling my eyes.

Bill shrugs and says, "Doesn't have to be a fantasy."

Britney stares wide-eyed at him. He doesn't budge or reveal a hint of kidding. She looks to me for support.

"He's your boyfriend," I say, laughing.

I turn back to my window. The trees below slide by as I inspect the runs below me. Something about being out on the mountain in winter has always settled me. Here I am at peace.  

Britney gasps, drawing me from my daze. I look over at her. I'm stunned. She has pulled down her snow pants and every other layer to her knees and is sitting back on Bill's lap. He's pulled his pants down too. His cock is fully inside her.

"What the fuck?" I start.  

She blushes, trying to hide. Bill keeps himself inside her.  

"Bill said you wouldn't notice, that you get all zen trance on the lift. I'm sorry; please don't be mad at us! Bill let go. I need to pull everything back up." She says, flustered.  

I can't say anything for a second.

"Whatever, just have fun," I say again, laughing.  

Bill doesn't wait to call my bluff and thrusts hard up into Britney, forcing a moan.  

"Thanks for being cool, bro," he tells me.  

I can't help but stare at the apparent show I'm getting.

He pushes her off him. Her gorgeous ass is now fully visible. His cock is hard and covered in her juices.  

"Grab the window," he tells her.

Britney looks at me, nervous, but does as she is told. Bent over, holding the window, she gives me my first good view of her most intimate place. She's gorgeous, a pink and inviting pussy. A larger labia than my wife's, but it is perfect. Bill wastes no time; he positions himself behind her, grabs her hips, and thrusts in to the hilt. She keeps moaning softly.

"Oh fuck." She says, her hand snaking down to rub her clit as Bill fucks her roughly. In almost no time, Bill grunts; he pushes deep; he stiffens. Britney's moans go more frantic, her body quivering. I know the signs. He's filling her, flooding her perfect pussy, and the feeling is pushing her over the edge.  

Their Orgasms fading, Bill slides out of Britney's pussy, smiling, hips up. I can't help but continue to stare at her pussy, especially as his cum pushes itself to her entrance. She pulls up her pants. I'm hard as a rock right now.  

"Looks like the show wasn't too bad." She teases me, looking at my bulge.  

Bill laughs.  

"Best help him out, love. Otherwise, he will be riding around with a hard-on all day." Bill tells her.

"Wait, what?" I start.  

I am cut off by Britney kneeling before me, pulling on my pants. I'm ashamed to admit it, but I was unable to stop her as I processed what I just saw. My pants slide down. My hard shaft sprang free.  

"Holy fuck! He's huge." Britney says.  

"Fuck, man, good for you!" Bill replies.  

My cock is roughly 10 in. long and thick. I have never thought about it too much, but I know every girlfriend I have had hasn't complained.  

Britney grabs my shaft with her hand, giving it a playful stroke.  

"Oh, your wife is a lucky girl," she says.

That snaps me awake. Crap, what will she think of this? My friend is holding my shaft. I just watched her be filled, and she- oh god.  

Before I can protest, Britney takes me into her mouth. Her tongue teasing around my tip before she takes the length of me into her mouth, gagging slightly. I moan. She locks eyes with me as she slides back up for air, her hand never stopping its steady strokes.  

"Oh, this is very fun," she says.  

Bill stares at his girlfriend as she sucks and gags on my cock. A lusty, love-filled look is in his eyes as he watches her.  

She works me slowly, one hand cupping my balls, the other jerking me into her. My hands hold the back of her head, playing with her long blonde hair.  

There isn't much time left on the lift when it happens. I grunt, releasing my load down her throat. She sits back smiling. I pull up my pants.  

"Fuck Brit," I say.

"Hahaha, glad we all got that out of our system; let's hit the slopes," Bill says, something clearly not out of his system completely.

Britney blows me a kiss.  

We ski for the rest of the day, until the lifts start shutting down. We joke and laugh, never mentioning the gondola to each other for the remainder of the day. The only downside was a text from my wife telling us our friend Emily had a bad breakup.

When we return to the condo, I lean my board against the wall and open the door.  

"Emily!" Britney calls out

"Don't worry, Jess told us. You are better off with all of us! I hope you had a cozy day resting with Jess, because tonight we're all going to the bars! So hurry up and go get ready." Britney finishes guiding her away.  

"Thank you for taking care of her. When you get the chance, I need to tell you something." I say, kissing my wife.  

Her lips taste tangy. Good and vaguely familiar.

"New lip gloss? It tastes good." I say.

"Uh, yeah, and I also have something we need to catch up on," she tells me.  

"Well, let's go get ready and talk then," I say nervously.

She follows me to our room, her energy just as nervous as my own.

In our room, we shut the door and turn to each other.  

"Love, I, uh," we both start to say.

"You go first," she tells me.

I gesture for her to sit in the bed. I take a steadying breath as I sit beside her.

"Something happened in the gondola today," I say

"What did Bill get you all high on again?" She says teasingly.  

"No, he did something, though." 

She looks at me quizzically.  

"What did he do?" She asks.  

"He may have fucked Brintney... while I was in there with them," I tell her

She gasps, "Like, really? Did you see enough to know?"

"Oh, I saw enough," I say, my cock stiffening at the memory.  

She notices. Ever the good wife, she slides her hand over, reaches into my pant line, and pulls it out hard.  

"So what did you see?" She asks teasingly.

"You're not mad?" I ask.  

"I'm just jealous; it's not like anything else happened," she says.  

My cock twitches at the words.

"Did something else happen? What did you see? Tell me!" She says, squeezing softly.

I start to tell her how I turned to see Britney riding Bill, and how he told her to grab the window.  

"Did you get a good look at her pussy?" She asks. Continuing her teasing strokes.  

"I did, and it's gorgeous. I even watched her drip out his cum." I tell her.  

She moans. I see she has one hand on my cock and one in her own sweats. She locks eyes with me, suspicious but clearly turned on.  

"Did anything else happen?" She asks firmly.  

"Yes," I say, squirming.  

"What?" She asks again, looking into my soul.  

"Britney got on her knees, and well, she sucked my cock." I tell her nervously.

She pauses, letting go.  

"Wait, really." She asks with a laugh.  

Yes I repeat nervously. "Please don't be mad; I didn't know what was happening. I didn't mean to." 

She touches my face and smiles.  

"It's ok, love. I would have wanted to see, but weirdly I'm ok with this." 

I sigh in relief. "I love you." 

We are silent for a minute.

"What did you need to tell me?" I ask.  

When she tells me what she did, we both feel much more reassured. Our relationship just got a whole lot more fun. Though fuck, from her description, maybe I might need to see Emily naked next, maybe with my wife.