Copper Mountain

I thought I was dreaming a very pleasant dream. I was laying in bed on my back and I thought someone was stroking my hard cock. Sometimes, when I am awakening and think I'm dreaming, I have just enough consciousness to allow myself to awake slowly to both prolong the dream and to help remember it. And that's what this felt like.

I wasn't under any covers or sheets and I wasn't cold. I didn't remember where I was and I became aware that there was someone else in bed with me. No, at least two people. I could hear them and feel the bed moving. I started to realize this wasn't a dream and then awoke enough to realize that I was in Bob and Cheryl's bed in their condo. There weren't any lights on in the bedroom and all the light was coming through the door from outside the bedroom.

I looked to where the sound and motion of the bed was coming from and saw Bob and Cheryl next to me. Bob was on top of Cheryl in the missionary position very rhythmically stroking in and out of her. Yes, my cock was hard and I discovered it was also lubricated. I wondered which one of them had lubricated my cock. I don't think either one of them were aware that I was awake as I watched the two of them. Finally, I rolled over to my right side and propped my head up with my right arm and hand to watch them.

Cheryl looked over and said "Good morning!"

"Good morning," I said. Bob wasn't missing a stroke.

"You're all lubed so you slide into my ass and join us," she said. "We can roll over."

"Can I just watch you," I asked.

"Of course," she said and they went back to paying attention to each other. Earlier in the morning, we had done this where Bob or I were watching and intermittently participating while the other was fucking Cheryl. She had become a well-fucked woman overnight as we played with her.

I enjoyed the next 10 minutes as he pleasured her into orgasm after orgasm. He was getting close. Cheryl could tell as he picked up his pace and plunged in hard those last few strokes. Cheryl encouraged him telling him the fill her with his "ball juice." Well, that was a new term I hadn't heard before but it certainly was descriptive.

After cumming, he laid on top of her while she played with his curly hair. He slipped out of her a couple of minutes later and got up off the bed to head to the bathroom.

"Next," he said to me with a smile as he headed towards the bathroom.

Cheryl reached and turned on the light next to the bed. "Hi there," she said.

"Do you want or need a clean-up?" I asked, now that I had established my cum cleanup skills.

"Yes, but let me turn over and get on my knees," she said. She flipped over and got on her knees with her head down on the pillow. I got between her legs and brought my mouth to her pussy where Bob's cum was dripping out of her, and started collecting it with my tongue.

"Mmmm, you do that so good," she said.

The toilet in the bathroom flushed and Bob came out of the bathroom, stuck his head in the bedroom and asked "Coffee?"

"Yes, love," she said. I pulled my mouth away from Cheryl's pussy and turned my head towards him. "Yes, love," I mimicked and chuckled. We all laughed and he went on to the kitchen to start the coffee. I resumed working on Cheryl as I slowly slid my tongue the entire length of her slit and over the entire surface of her labia lips. They were slightly puffy and swollen, but she was feeling no real pain. She had "taken more cock" (her words) in the last 10 hours than any similar time in her life. During some passes, I would allow the tip of my tongue to lightly touch her clitoris. On others, I would swirl my tongue around it. I followed what her body seemed to want rather than focusing on her clitoris. And when she felt my tongue plunge into her vagina to draw out a little more of Bob's cum, she positively "cooed."

"I want you to do that to my ass again," she said.

"I can't do that unless you want me to stop cleaning out Bob's cum," I said.

"No," she said. "I want you to fuck me in the ass and then do it."

"Now?" I asked.

"No, in a few minutes. This feels to good," referring to the licking I was giving her.

Finally, she said "I'm ready for you."

I took my mouth away from her pussy. Although my cock had been lubricated, it had mostly dried. I picked up the tube off the bed and reapplied the lubricant spreading over the length of my cock. As she had discovered earlier in the morning when Bob and I switched positions during double penetration play (where he was in her pussy and I was in her ass), I went perceptibly deeper into her than Bob did.

I brought the tip of my cock to her asshole and for as much as she had been fucked in the ass, she wasn't too swollen or red there either. When the cold lube on the tip of my cock made contact with that tissue, she jumped and then was prepared to feel me enter her.

"Go as deep as you can again," she said.

I pressed easily into her ass with deliberate intent. But I took the necessary strokes to get in as easily as I could while burying my cock balls deep into her and not hurting her.

"There it is," she said as I penetrated to my full depth, telling me I was rubbing on something very deep that felt incredibly good. I started stroking in and out of her at a relatively slow pace trying to enhance the depth of penetration.

While we were doing this, she told me that she had been ready for me to enter her anally again when I woke up. Anally, she could feel Bob's larger diameter fill her, but she could feel me go deeper.

We didn't dwell on that as we got more intensely involved in the anal sex at hand.

In a few minutes, Bob delivered coffee to the bedroom. He was standing beside the bed while I was fucking his wife in the ass, and he said to me "I didn't know how you like your coffee." I stopped for a moment and said "I like my coffee like I like my women: warm, sweet, a very light tan and full of cream." Cheryl burst out laughing with my cock in her ass. Bob chuckled and said "Be right back."

He came back with my coffee and set it down on the nightstand and then got on the bed next to us to watch us fuck. I will tell you that even with his/their permission, it felt different to be fucking her in front of him (because they were married) compared to when I was with Jody and Mark (who weren't). In both cases, I was a third party who had been invited and given permission to participate in a sexual situation that couldn't occur between just him and her. However, I had my own experiences of watching Catie being fucked in a larger group setting and I did hope that he was experiencing the same sort of joy like I had when watching someone he care about deeply being pleasured. Random thoughts that I didn't dwell upon. I turned my attention back to Cheryl

Sometimes, Cheryl was on her knees as I stroking into her, other times I was laying directly on top of her with my legs inside hers. And then others, I'd change to place my legs outside of hers to get a different angle and depth.

She was back up on her knees and I think my legs were outside of hers as I got closer to cumming. Bob was laying beside us, watching me thrust into her while he was gently stroking himself. She kept exhorting me to fuck her harder and deeper as she was lost in the lust of the moment. I did but never to the point where it was too much for her. I was within the last few moments and strokes of cumming and I slowed down the pace but increased the depth and the angle up into her ass. I was really deep inside of her as I went over the edge. I brought my hands inside her hips and reached down to touch her pussy. That sent her over the edge as she felt me cumming inside her. She was shaking underneath me and I slowly pressed her down onto the bed. Her hands reached between mine and she fingered herself through her orgasm.

My weight was fully on top of her in this position. We were a hot, sweaty, heavy breathing mess.

"You okay, babe?" Bob asked.

"I don't know," she said. "I'll let you know in a moment."

I pulled my hands from underneath her and propped up on my elbows to take some weight off her back so she could breath easier.

"Holy fuck!" she finally said. "That was really deep!"

My cock was still deep inside her ass but not nearly as hard as just before I had cum.

"Just how big are you?" she asked.

"Well, my wife measured me several times when I was close to cumming because she had the same question. The answer is somewhere between seven and a quarter to seven and one half inches, depending on how she held the measuring tape at the base of my cock. Sometimes, when I pulled out like that for her to measure me, I'd cum right as or after she measured me. I think she liked to see how my cum shot out of my cock when she did that."

"You say your girlfriend was into anal?" Cheryl asked.

"Catie? Yes, very much so." I said.

"Now I know why!" Cheryl said.

It took about another five minutes before I softened enough to slide out of Cheryl. I gave her a kiss on the neck and I got up and went to the bathroom.

"Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back," I said. After I emptied my bladder, I came back to the sight of Bob on his back with Cheryl sucking Bob's cock, with her ass up in the air. She was waiting for me to work my magic with my tongue in and around her ass (through the taste of the lubricant). We were aligned such that Cheryl was positioned between Bob's legs, I was between hers. I paused from time to time to look over her shoulder to see Bob's very relaxed face as she sucked his cock and ran her mouth over his cock and down around his balls. I was hard again and could have easily slipped my cock back into her ass. We weren't in any hurry and I didn't want to distract her from what she was doing with Bob.

I heard her ask him if he was going to cum for her again as she was stroking him. He was. She asked him if he wanted her to share his cum with him. He said he'd try. I came up on my knees behind her and told her (and him) "just a little bit at first" and then went back to work on Cheryl. In a couple of minutes, he was clutching her head as he was cumming in her mouth once again. I took my tongue and mouth away from her ass so she could enjoy Bob's cumming.

After he finished cumming and Cheryl removed her mouth from his cock, I told her to place a little of his cum on her fingers and put it to his lips so he could taste it and decide if he wanted a little more. She did and he licked it off his lips. She dipped a little more out of her mouth onto her fingers and placed it on his lips and, once again, he licked it off. After that second taste, he told her that was enough.

Cheryl was upright on her knees while she was doing this. Once Bob had enough, I slid up behind her, grasped her gently by her waist and said "I'll share that it you want." She turned her head to the right and our mouths met to pass Bob's cum between her mouth and mine in a long kiss. We ended the kiss and as we separated, a drop of cum dripped out and dropped onto her right breast. We both swallowed and I said, "I'll take care of that." I moved around to her right over her leg and his, and sucked the drop of cum that was running down her breast.

I looked at Bob. He had his hands behind his head as he watched us.

"You look relaxed," I said to him.

"I am," he said. "Man, I don't know how you do that." I was pretty sure I knew what he was talking about. He added "sharing and eating cum."

"Practice," I said. "Just like that. First, a touch to the lips, then a little more over time." I reiterated that I didn't learn to do it overnight or to take it all the very first time even though I thought it was very erotic. I got my coffee to rinse down his cum, my cum, and the residual lubricant.

"But eating it out of her ass," he said.

"That's a lot more advanced and not without its dangers from the bacteria," I said. I turned to Cheryl and asked "Do you like it? Do you like the way it feels?"

"Oh, yes!" she replied. "No one had ever done that to me before!"

"There, an aspirational goal for you two to work on. Giving her another avenue to pleasure."

We sat there naked on the bed chatting. Cheryl asked me if my cock needed attention (since it was still "standing at attention").

"Maybe," I said. "We might want to save that for later."

When we finally got to the question of whether we were really going to go to Copper Mountain or were were going to stay here all day and fuck on our last day? Yes, we really were going to go, just not right away.

Since we were riding the Summit County transportation system to and from Copper Mountain, our departure time was governed by that schedule. Eventually, we settled on a departure time and after some more cuddle time with them, I headed back to my condo to get showered and dressed to go to Copper Mountain. Since it was the last day there at Keystone, I packed most of my suitcase so that I didn't have to do that when we got back.

Now, to be honest, as much as I remember about what we did in the condo (and I've left out many details), I was in such a mellow mood that there's not a lot specifics that I can remember about the slopes we skied on Copper Mountain. I remember it was colder and there were high cirrus clouds than dimmed the sun occasionally in addition to the sundog rainbows visible in the clouds. I remember that the clouds got thicker towards the late afternoon. I remember that the three of us skied together much like we did at Keystone, where Cheryl and I skied in closer proximity together than Bob because we were just better matched at the same skiing level. And it was hard to believe that, as cold as it was, that the spring bikini skiing would be taking place the following week and weekend.

Unlike the most other ski areas, there was no outstanding or memorable run or runs that stood out, at least for me. I remember the American Flyer lift (because there was a lot of hype about it) and I remember going to the Resolution Bowl (I even have photos there). But it felt like it was more skiing there just to say that we went to Copper Mountain to ski than anything else. Even where we had lunch wasn't memorable like it was elsewhere. I won't say that I was just going through the motions of skiing because it isn't that simple on the slopes and runs we were skiing. But frankly, I would have rather been in a warm condo with them (or even a hot tub or sauna) than being out on the slopes this day. Maybe it was knowing and having experienced what was inside those ski pants of hers that had me distracted, too.

When we were riding the chairlifts together, it was more a discussion of what else we wanted to do when we got back to Keystone than it was about what and where we were skiing. For myself, and really for the three of us, we were ready to get back on the bus pretty early in the afternoon and head back to Keystone so we could pick up where we left off.

When we got back to Keystone, I went to my condo, finished packing my suitcase and took my skis, suitcase, and boot bag over to Bob and Cheryl's condo. When I arrived, they were waiting for me, already stripped out of their ski clothing. With help, I was stripped out of mine and we got into the shower together. It was a tight fit for the three of us together, though lathering up each other made for slippery fun. Cheryl commented on how much cum leaked out her during the day and that she could feel it while we were skiing. These were just the preliminaries for what we would share later in the evening.

There was a final ski group gathering on Friday night. Not really a meal, but hors d'oeuvres with drinks that could make a light meal. It was a final chance to get together with the other group members and to confirm, if you didn't know already, the checkout procedures, the transportation arrangements, etc. Bob, Cheryl, and I were scheduled to depart on the same shuttle bus to the airport midmorning on Saturday. And were were flying on the same aircraft from Denver to Charlotte. I called back to NC during those group activities to let people on my end of the trip in North Carolina that I had survived the week and would be arriving home the next evening. The three of us didn't stay long at the close out reception as we had fucking yet to do.

What was and is still amusing to me is that when we returned to their condo, there was no pretense...no dressing in alluring and suggestive clothing like had happened Tuesday night or even the previous night (Thursday). Rather, we got into the condo and just started getting undressed and naked without much thought or conversation about getting naked. As soon as we were undressed we were in the kitchen and living room area talking about what we had done so far and what was left on their "bucket list" to try.

We had yet to try double penetration on our backs that gave a missionary position to whoever was penetrating her vaginally. That was definitely the first thing we would do.

She liked the spit roasting sexual positions though it could lead to her gagging trying to take in the full length of either Bob's or my cock into her mouth and throat. It was much more enjoyable (for her) if she was doing a better job sucking by taking a little less cock in her mouth rather than gagging. She liked the vaginal spit roast because it was easier for her to cum that way than being penetrated anally. But she also liked the intensity of the anal penetration and the concept of her digestive system being plugged at both ends by our cocks (a version of "being airtight"). We would be doing more of that or some variant of it.

It was clear to me that, as a couple, Cheryl was guiding this experience for them. Not that Bob was reluctant or an unwilling partner. I just seemed to me, that Cheryl was trying to get as much out of this experience as she could.

Although they seemed comfortable enough being naked with me, it was Cheryl who mentioned just how comfortable and relaxed I seemed to be when naked. I told them that in addition to the times I had spent being nude on the beaches at the Outer Banks National Seashore, it helped that I spent much of my downtime the previous summer on one of the nude beaches on the Columbia River in Oregon. I described just how social that group of people were and that there was a range of people, young to old, fit and not so fit, that all loved getting naked where the inner self wasn't hidden behind clothes.

Having never been to a nude beach, they asked me how I managed not to walk around with an erection all the time. I told them that erections sometimes happened but it was more sensual than sexual. "That's not to say that a couple might slip off somewhere to have a sexual interlude in a more private setting. That did happen. And out of the Outer Banks I have seen couples going at it right out on the beach. But there are only a few people around on the Outer Banks. Where I was on the Columbia River, there were 100 to 200 people spread out on the beach on most weekends and about 50 on most weekdays. "I got to be friends with quite a few of them," I said.

"Sexually?" they asked.

"No, strictly socially. No sex."

They weren't sure they could be naked in a situation like that. I assured them that if they were comfortable in front of me, they could be comfortable in front of any of the people that I knew on those beaches in Oregon. "A firm, fit body might get more notice at first. But if you're a jerk, loud and obnoxious, you'll be known for that rather than your body."

"Maybe we should go to the Outer Banks together sometime," I suggested. Our conversation wandered back to our sexual interests.

Cheryl was intrigued by one of the variants that I had described for Catie and I when we were in Minneapolis, where she was positioned over me in a 69 position and she could suck my cock while she was being fucked (a variant of a spit roast). She had a better understanding of my willingness to suck out the cum now that she had experienced it first hand. She asked me what that was like.

"Catie was up on her knees with her ass up in the air. Her head could be down resting on my pubic area right beside my cock or she could take my cock into her mouth. I had a pillow under my head so that it was easier for me to watch and to reach her pussy with my mouth and tongue when I needed to," I said.

I described what it looked like from underneath to watch each one of the men position the tip of their cocks so that the head was aimed into her vagina, watch her labia lips part to let the head of their cocks pass into her, and then watch them press the rest of their cock into her if she wasn't sliding back to meet them at the same time. And then I told them about their balls and how, depending on high tight or loose they were pulled up to their body, there would be varying degrees of "ball slap" as they fucked her.

I also pointed out that any cum that leaked out, even though her hips and pussy might be tilted down in a way to hold as much cum in her as possible, I could capture if it was leaking or being pushed out by this piston-like fucking action. Not all of the semen would/could be pushed through the cervical opening into her womb, I pointed out.

Bob let out a slow "Oh, fuck!" after describing this to them.

"I wish I could see that," Cheryl said. "Did Catie get to see you do that?" she asked.

"Yes," I said. "With the women that she wanted me to fuck with," I said without elaborating. "She taught me what she liked to do and have done with her."

"Like what?" Cheryl asked.

"In addition to catching the cum dripping out of her, she liked having me bend my head back and licking her clit while she was being fucked in that position. She taught me that while she was under a friend of hers that I was fucking that way. It was a very unexpected and interesting sensation to feel her tongue on the underside of my cock as I was sliding in and out, or to have her suck on my balls, or to pull me out to take me into her mouth to suck on me before sliding back into whoever I was fucking. Some guys may like having a woman underneath them doing that but not another guy."

I could tell their minds were churning this description into erotic mental images.

"You'll just have to get Bob a woman that you can get under and watch Bob insert his cock in her while you watch him fuck her from underneath. That's what Catie did," I said.

I stopped talking and just let them sit with their thoughts for a minute or two. Bob and I were both rock hard through this discussion.

Without a word, Cheryl came over to me, knelt down and took my cock in her mouth while grabbing my ass with both hands to hold on and pull me into her mouth. Bob moved in behind her, but before he could get into position, I signaled to him that we should move to either the living room or the bedroom. I removed Cheryl from my cock and had her stand up. I took her hand and led her to the bedroom where we could be much more comfortable in what we were doing. And with that we were off to another night of wild sex.

When we got to the bedroom, we needed to decide which one of us was going to taking the anal penetration position for the other to assume the vaginal penetration position. Bob said he'd be on the bottom. He got on the bed with his head up where the pillows were. Cheryl got up on the bed and moved over top of Bob in a 69 position where she took his cock in her mouth. Bob responded by bringing his mouth to her pussy and then they worked on each other in this position while I sat on the bed and watched them.

Cheryl finally asked me to move up in front of her, between Bob's legs so she could suck my cock, too. She alternated between the two of us, lowering her head to Bob's cock and then raising her head to take mine. She had me move to place my legs outside of Bob's so I could lower my cock either on top or beside Bob's cock and she took both of us in her mouth at the same time. She came hard as she was sucking on the two of us and Bob was applying his tongue to her pussy. But I found that it was a little painful to my legs and hips to hold that position and I had to move back to something that didn't strain my hip sockets.

At Cheryl's direction, I got the tube of lube and gave it to Bob and she told him to lubricate her ass with it. He took his time with doing that as he ran two of his fingers in and out of her. I could see looking over top of her. He told her she was ready and I gave him a tissue to wipe his fingers.

"Give the tube back to Gary so I can lube your cock," she said. Bob handed the tube back to me while Cheryl moved "forward" (moved her hips towards me and down Bob's chest to his abdomen) where she settled down with his cock hovering and pulsing over his pubic area. She asked me to squirt a dollop of lube onto my hand (I did, onto my left hand which I held out in front of her). She reached down (left hand) and raised his cock with one hand and took some lube with her right hand and applied it to Bob's cock, starting at the head and working her hand down and around. Now, I was sort of settled down on the bed between Bob's legs, on my knees with my legs spread and my cock was pointed up at her and throbbing. She asked me to squirt a little more lubricant on my hand, which I did.

She took more lubricant from my left hand and then went back to applying it to Bob's cock, stroking it up and down.

"How does that feel, dear?" Cheryl asked.

"Wonderful," Bob replied. Then Cheryl did something completely unexpected by taking her right hand away from Bob's cock and guiding mine to wrap around it. She guided my hand for a couple of strokes while I had my hand wrapped around his cock. He certainly couldn't see my hand wrapped around his cock and if he was aware of the difference, he gave no indication of it as I guided my left hand around it. Cheryl reached down and forward with her lubricated right hand and grabbed my cock. She had a big grin as she did this.

We didn't do this for long as she announced that she thought that they were ready (for insertion). I released Bob and she took the rest of the lubrication she could get off my hand and applied it to my cock. I gave her a tissue to wipe her hand and then took one to wipe mine. I backed up a little to give her space as she moved herself into (reverse cowgirl) position. She got the correct angle and then slowly slid her ass down Bob's cock, both of them moaning as they went. Funny, I hadn't noticed that moaning before.

Cheryl started rocking her hips forwards and backwards once she was settled down on Bob. Bob had reached forward and was clasping her buttocks and hips with his hands to assist in the rocking action that she was using on his cock that was held upright in her ass.

I backed up a little more on the bed so I could lean all the way down and try to bring my mouth to the front of her pussy. From this angle, I could only extend my tongue so far, though I could just reach her clitoris. She looked like she was enjoying riding Bob's cock this way, so I backed off just to watch. From my position, I could only see Bob's balls under her. However, it also gave me a few minutes to watch the way the muscles in her legs and abdomen worked and the way her breasts moved as she moved over top of Bob. Bob wasn't just laying there as he, too, was flexing his legs and hips giving little upward thrusts into Cheryl.

Being witness to this passion between intimate lovers, I was reminded of the way Catie and I and and Abby and I looked on videotape. My mind was the "videotape" as I just watched and took it all in. (Note: years later, while what the three of us did together was both fun and erotic, it was times like this where I was witness, like a fly on the wall, to this sensuous and intimate interaction where they were into each other and didn't mind my presence in seeing what they shared and allowed me to see.)

Cheryl changed positions, first with her left leg, then with her right to place her legs outside of Bob's while leaning back towards him. It changed the angle of penetration as she rearranged herself into the new position. She didn't say anything as she opened her eyes and looked at me. She didn't need to. She leaned further back until she was, at last, laying on Bob's chest and he gently held her from under/behind her.

I bent forward once again and brought my mouth to her pussy. That brought her to orgasm with Bob in her ass. I continued for several more minutes through several more orgasms until she finally asked if I was going to get inside her? I told her I was and proceeded to bring my cock into position. We had to rearrange leg positions a little to make it work so I could get inside her. Eventually we found the correct position where all of us were working together; her legs up around my shoulders so that her hips were turned so Bob could thrust into her independent of my thrusting.

By my usual standards, I came more quickly than I usually do. But as she held her legs open near my shoulders, I pressed all the way in and then held still deep inside her to let them both feel the pulsing from my cock as I was cumming. As Bob and Cheryl began to move again, my shrinking cock slid out of Cheryl pretty quickly.

I didn't waste any time getting back down to Cheryl's pussy to lap up my cum. "I forgot about the lube" I thought, as I tasted her pussy and my cum draining out. I didn't say anything about it as my mouth action was helping Cheryl through a number of orgasms with Bob apparently getting close to cumming himself. I pulled my mouth away from Cheryl's pussy when Bob started cumming and just watched what I could see of his contractions as he came in her ass. Not a lot to see unless you look carefully. As his orgasm subsided I went back to licking Cheryl (gently) while he had his arms wrapped around her.

His cock finally slid out of her and I lowered my target to licking her asshole. Though my tongue did contact the underside of his cock just behind the glans as I was licking Cheryl, he didn't raise any objection. Finally, he let her up so her weight wasn't pressing down on his chest and I rolled out of the way onto my back to let the two of them move. Bob got up and went to the bathroom. Cheryl moved to get over me so she could sit and feel my tongue up her ass (again). She really liked that (it was SO NASTY!, as she later called it, after Janet Jackson, I believe). She'd lean over to suck my cock and started getting me hard again (for the next round?).

Bob and I agreed to cum in her as many times as we could during the evening and night and that if one of us needed to rest, take a break, take a little nap (or whatever), and the other one of us could continue, that we would just as long as Cheryl wanted to continue.

It was almost a tag team at times. We moved from the bedroom, to the living room, to the kitchen, and even to the bathroom as we played together and explored different sexual positions together including the one where she and I were in the 69 position with me on my back and watching Bob fucking her just above my face and lips. That took us to about 3 AM when we all decided we needed a little sleep. We set multiple alarm clocks for 6:00 AM. We had to be at our shuttle pickup point by 9:45 for a 10:00 AM departure for the airport. We figured we'd give Cheryl her final morning fillings before we ate, got dressed, and went to the shuttle bus rally point.

Before we left their condo, Cheryl said to us that she had never felt so completely and thoroughly fucked in her entire life. She could scarcely imagine what it was like for my girlfriend to have six guys fucking her. She thanked Bob for being her partner in this and thanked me for "being such a sweetheart." She knew she was going to be sore for a few days. "But, it's a good sore." she said with a smile on her face. We were all experiencing a sexual mellow time.

We got in line for our shuttle bus. Their luggage and skis went onboard before mine and they got on the shuttle bus before I did. There were two seats on either side of the aisle and when I got onboard, they were sitting in the aisle seats across from each other. I came up the aisle and started to go past them into one of the seats behind them when they insisted that I sit next to Cheryl. We had already exchanged our personal information and numbers. We made small talk or chatted with the other people around us about our week in Colorado, where we skied, what we liked or what our favorite part of the trip was. All three of us had a devilish smirk on our faces when the conversation turned to the favorite part of the trip.

Soon, we were headed east on I-70 towards the Eisenhower Tunnel and then down through the mountains to the airport. We drifted off to sleep for a while. I awoke as we descended the foothills towards the Golden, Colorado area. We arrived at the Stapleton Airport, got off the shuttle bus and went to check our luggage. Since the three of us were on the same Piedmont Airlines flight to Charlotte, North Carolina, we managed to get three seats together in one row.

Cheryl sat in the middle between Bob on the aisle and me at the window seat. We were a bit lost in our bliss and the surreal nature of what we had shared over the past couple of days. And although we chatted while on the flight, we all knew that we really couldn't speak freely while on the flight. We slept, we ate, we held hands. Cheryl cuddled both of us during the flight.

When we reached Charlotte Douglas Airport, that was where we said our goodbyes as we went to our respective departure gates. I had my short flight to RDU, they had their short flight to the Greensboro Triad Airport. Bob and I hugged first.

"Thanks, we'll have to get together again."

Cheryl and I hugged and she gave me a kiss on the lips while she slipped her hand down to my crotch. "I had such a fucking good time. I hope we cum again, soon" she said quietly to me. We released each other and I stepped away about one step. I brought my hands together in prayer like position.

"Thank you for the time we shared together. You two made it a such a memorable trip. We'll talk soon."

With our final goodbyes we turned and walked to our respective departure gates.

Soon, my plane was boarding for the 20 minute hop from Charlotte to RDU. About an hour later, I was back home "in the real world" of thick air. Not long after I had unloaded my car, I was in bed and I slept a blissful sleep, once again in wonder about the sexual circumstances that I continued to experience. Tomorrow, I thought, I could catch up with what was happening in the real world.

I fell asleep wondering what it would be if we were in my waterbed.