Chapter 3
Sun Valley Lodge was everything Sue had ever heard about it... and more! It was nestled in a cup of mountains, all deeply packed with fine powder snow that blew in little white zephyrs-like tails-when the wind swept up the slope. Their room had a fireplace and a picture window that looked out over the skating rink. In the distance, tiny blue and yellow and black and red dots seemed to waltz down the steep slope of the mountainside.
John and she had arrived late in the afternoon and were almost immediately caught up in the frenetic activity of the ski world's social life. Even before they unpacked, hot buttered rums were creating pools of liquid happiness in their bellies. Couples in ski clothes were already dancing in the smaller lounge on the second floor. Then dinner, served sumptuously in the elegant main dining room, followed by more dancing in the Duchin Room, and then to a deep soft comfortable bed where John had made delicious love to her by flickering firelight. And that's when it happened for the first time!
John's long, hard prick was jerking against her cervix, and she could feel every muscular ridge in the trunk of the cock. Her clasping pussy milked at it, quivering with a hot passion that caused the vaginal lips to swell almost double in size as she reached for a climax. It was then... right then... that Sue began to pretend that someone else was making love to her. When John's long smooth strokes began increasing in tempo and his breath announced the impending orgasm, Sue imagined it was someone else about to cum inside of her. She tensed, horror stricken at the adulterous thought. John mistakenly accepted her sudden tensing as the beginning of her climax and grunted, "Here it comes, baby! Here comes the whole load. All yours, baby." Usually his salacious language excited her on to even a greater fit of lust, but not tonight. She felt his god's head balloon in size and then the throbbing, spurting, spewing of his pent-up semen roaring out of his prick to flood the very heart of her drought-stricken womb.
John sighed in deep satisfaction. "Baby," he said, "you have got the best little pussy in all the world." This usually was the signal for her to kiss him in appreciation, and Sue did so- rather than alarm him now. Her emotions were churning, her mind in a turmoil. What was happening? What could be happening to her?
Everything seemed suddenly alien. That hadn't been her husband's penis shoved into her vaginal cavity; that wasn't her husband's lips on her neck, his hands on her breasts, his hairy thighs between her pliant legs. And that wasn't her husband's cum pouring out of her still dilated and hopeful cunt.
Beside her, John mumbled sleepily, and then said, "Good night, baby."
Sue turned over toward him and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Good night," she said softly.
Within seconds, it seemed, John's breath was coming evenly and he was sound asleep. Sue moved away from him, to the edge of their king-size bed, and lay on her side watching the fire slowly dwindle in the fireplace. Those flames were reluctant to die, just as the fire inside her loins refused to be extinguished. She had been within seconds of cumming, and then that sudden thought had so startled her, so stunned her by its vividness, that she had lost her orgasm; it had squirted away from her like a ball of quicksilver. She was deeply disturbed by what had happened. This marked the first time in her relationship with John that she hadn't reached a climax. The fire was dying now; one log cracked and the embers fell like little red stars off the grate.
"The first time I've not had one," she said to herself, and then mentally tried to calculate how many climaxes she had achieved during her sex life with John. She smiled wryly, closing her eyes like a sleepy cat before the fireplace, and her lips formed the phrase, "About six hundred... until now."
She opened her eyes and blinked, unwilling to go to sleep yet. This entire situation was something that couldn't be run away from in slumber; it was something she had to think out now. What was wrong with her? Why this attraction to other males? She loved her husband; she hadn't been to bed with any male except her husband since they had met. And before that, there had been one or two hasty affairs-not very satisfactory, not satisfactory at all! Terrible things: clutch-clutch, clinch, breathe hard, "bam-bam thank you, Ma'am," type of things in the back seat of cars or on plastic couches in some plastic male's plastic apartment.
Only John had ever made her feel like a woman. No! No... that wasn't correct. There had been another one, a long-long time ago...
Now... slowly... the curtains of her mind were parting, and with the first view of the past, she gasped in dismay.
That was it! That was it! Now she knew who had been making love to her. Now she knew whose penis had been in there, whose lips had been on her breasts, whose hands had caressed her body.
Of course! Even though it had happened only once and then a long time ago, she remembered it now as vividly as though it had occurred just seconds before. And, abruptly, Sue also knew why this apparition had returned to haunt her.
"He lives here-in Sun Valley-three months out of every year... in the winter," she whispered softly to herself. "He lives here... "