Counselling had opened up a lot of never-before-acknowledged truths.

“You don't live in the moment, Cam; it's work, or it's the kids, your Mum, DIY, fucking squash… anything but me and romance or spontaneity… I want excitement, Cam, and you're… boring.”

That had stung Cameron. He'd never thought he was boring. He thought he was providing a life for them, a safe, secure home to bring up the kids. Someone had to think about the future.

But counselling had opened his eyes; if he wanted to keep the most beautiful woman he'd ever met as his wife, he'd have to make an effort.

Spontaneous?

You got it.

He'd cashed in his ISA saving scheme, asked his Mum to look after the kids, and then, over dinner in Marcelo’s, he'd surprised her with two tickets to Tyrol in Austria and a beautiful log chalet with views of the Alps, where Sasha could ski, just like she had loved to do in her youth. Every winter break, when home from boarding at St Paul’s, her family had taken her to a chalet in the Alps. She’d described it as the happiest memories of her childhood.

Cameron also knew his way down the slopes, having grown up in Glenshee, Scotland, and he hoped their never-explored shared passion might rekindle something.

Sasha had been so excited; this holiday couldn't come soon enough, and now, here they were, trudging through the crisp new snowfall to their hide-away in the foothills. The cabin decorated the hillside like a postcard.

Cameron heaved the cases over the threshold and followed a vibrating Sasha into their temporary new home and delighted at her enthusiasm.

“Oh, Cam! It's perfect! Look at the sauna! And the steps! It's so cosy!” She gushed before throwing her arms around him. “Let's get straight onto the slopes! The sooner we get cold and tired, the sooner we can come back here, get naked, get in the sauna, and get nice and sweaty.”

The last words were whispered seductively into Cam's ear.

It was late in the day, but not too late.

They carried their cases up the carved steps to the loft bedroom. It was like something from mediaeval times, pine walls, romantically lit, and a thick-beamed bed covered in, albeit fake, furs.

Cam watched as Sasha undressed, ready to squeeze into her compression wear and then into her two-piece snow suit.

Her layers came off, and Cam sat back and watched the muscles of her back writhe, waiting until she pulled down her trousers so he could stare at her thong-split ass. Two kids, but she still had the body of a twenty-year-old, now in her mid-thirties.

She looked over her shoulder with a half smile.

She knew.

Fully kitted, they found their ordered ski equipment in the hut near the door and Cam loaded it all into the snowmobile trailer, starting it up on the first try. He hopped on and patted the pillion seat. Sasha, laughing, jumped astride it, wrapping her arms around Cam, hugging him tight as they sped off towards the slopes.

Late afternoon, there were more skiers headed in than out. Good, the slopes should be deserted. A quick ride up on the ski-lift, they soon reached the top.

“You remember how to do this?” Asked Cam, with comically late timing considering they were inches from the start of the run.

“Remember?” Sasha echoed, “Let's see, I'll race you down. If you catch me, I'll let you kiss me.” Sasha teased and hopped into her crouch, immediately sliding onto the run.

Cam followed, but she’d had already found momentum and raced away.

Sasha was exhilarated; it had been so long; it was like a prisoner rediscovering the sun.

She kicked up flakes with every twist, letting gravity pull her ever faster, leaving Cam eating her snow.

Her speed was too fast. Suddenly trees were flicking past, thwacking against her suit; she was reacting as fast as she could, but she was off-piste, hurtling cross-country, skimming rocks and branches.

Her luck ran out, her left ski clipping a half-buried boulder, and she flew ballistically down the mountain.

Panic had gripped Sasha's heart; she only hoped now it wouldn't be painful. Her shoulder hit the ground, and she tumbled head over heels until abruptly hitting a huge snowdrift head-on.

Cam's heart was in his mouth watching the disaster unfold, and he made his way carefully in her tracks.

He called her name in shock as he saw her legs dangling at 90 degrees from the drift.

She'd hit it at speed, head first, burying herself all the way to her hips, her arms pinned to her sides and her hands stuck out past her ass.

“Sasha, Are you ok!?” Cam asked urgently, skidding to a halt.

Sasha could just about make out the muffled sound of a voice.

She was stunned but amazingly unhurt. Her heart was still flooded with adrenaline, her breathing was fast, but she felt almost a wave of euphoria at coming through a scare like that unscathed. She felt a hand on her hip and just about made out a voice asking if she was ok. Cam must have found her. She gave him a thumbs up, dug her knees into the bank, and tried to pull herself out. She didn't budge. She was stuck.

Cam felt a rush of relief at Sasha's thumbs up, but he couldn't make out her words, muffled by the snow. Was she saying “stuck”? No way?

He gripped her hips and pulled. She didn't budge.

Oh shit!

“Sasha, can you breathe?” He shouted, panicking.

She just about heard the question. She hadn't thought. There was a pocket around her mouth that seemed to be providing enough breathing space; her chest was compacted, but not uncomfortably.

Just stay calm, control your breathing, she thought, and gave Cam another thumbs up.

Encouraged, he gripped the waistband of her ski pants and tugged hard, lifting her feet off the snow.

He felt it give, and for a second thought she was coming free, but too late realised it was her trousers sliding over her lycra-covered ass, and with a jolt, he pulled them down past her knees.

Cam let go of the waistband, and took in the tight grey fabric of her thermal leggings stretched around every curve and swell and arch of her rear, somehow even sexier than if she'd been naked under her trousers.

Sasha felt the sudden chill as her bottoms slid to her ankles. She felt a thrill of vulnerability; what would she look like half in, half out of this snowbank?

Her heart shot a bolt of arousal through her body, and she gasped as she realised hands slid over the slick fabric that covered her buttocks.

They squeezed, struggling to get purchase on her smooth leggings, then swept down the front of her thighs, then slowly, teasingly, up the back of them, inching closer to her almost exposed and vulnerable pussy. She felt a rush there and knew he'd find it wet if he carried on.

“Cam? What's happening? What are you doing back there?” She called, not knowing her words fell on deaf ears.

Cam wasn't sure what had come over him. The sight of his wife, bent over and helpless, her hot curves defenceless and there to be exploited.

He was on his knees behind her, daring himself to slide his hands further up the back of her thighs to her inviting mound.

He let his thumb graze the crease of her lips and noticed the shift in her weight. She gave no sign of wanting to stop, so he let his other thumb do the same, a little firmer, a little slower, feeling her lips part under the stretch of the material.

Her ass was so firm and tempting, he could almost…

Sasha flinched and let out a bark of surprise; it felt like…he had just gently bitten her ass!

The pressure at her pussy returned, and this time it was harder, more urgent. She closed her eyes and let the feeling it provoked take her.

Cam looked at the damp bite mark on her left cheek and wondered where that feeling had come from. Knowing she was trapped and at his mercy…He didn't want to hurt her, but he wanted to claim her and wanted to indulge himself in her. Take every advantage of his gorgeous wife.

He noticed a dark spot under his thumb as Sasha's growing arousal must have soaked through her panties and stained her leggings.

Fuck, that's hot! She loves this! He thought wickedly.

He slid his hands over her buttocks again, this time hooking the waistband of her thermal layer and pulling it down to join her outer layer at her ankles.

Her white knickers were almost see-through; they were so sodden. The thin cotton clung to her shape, highlighting her flattened labia pressed against the fabric. He tugged them up, pulling the thing tight between her ass cheeks, and bit his lip at one of the sexiest sights he'd ever seen. Exposed pale flesh of her round ass, pussy wet and barely contained.

He could hardly wait to pull them down to join the rest of her clothes.

Sasha felt the cold grip her naked lower half. She’d never felt so powerless, so defenceless, and so turned on.

She gasped as her knickers came down, now feeling true helplessness as she felt him pull her cheeks apart, opening her pussy for him.

She imagined where he was. On his knees? Stood with his dick out? His face could be just inches from her centre.

Seconds passed with no contact, no touch. They felt like minutes for Sasha, imagining what he was seeing, what he was planning to do to her, trapped and helpless as she was. She could barely wait, the anticipation was almost too much. Please Cam she thought, please go dow- an unstoppable moan of pleasure suddenly tore from her lips as the nip of the cold air was replaced by the hot mouth of her lover.

Fuck! Cam had rarely…but he threw himself into her with unimagined enthusiasm, his tongue pushing, licking, searching her every spot. His nose nuzzled differently between her cheeks in this position, she couldn't ever remember him eating her out like this before; what if he were to…?

As if reading her mind, his tongue moved from her clit, all the way along her slit, and didn't stop until it circled her ass-hole.

Cam had never! He wouldn't…This was so new.

A crazy, exhilarating thought hit her… Was she sure this was even Cam? She couldn't tell from his muffled voice; she'd assumed, but it could be anyone! She let the doubt take over; were the hands she'd thought she'd known rougher, more calloused? The tongue that thrust inside her, it was more eager, more passionate, more daring. The way it contoured her anatomy, unafraid and confident.

Whoever it was, she didn't even care; in the darkness, all her senses were focused on the feelings this tongue was conjuring. Long laps that explored her in ways she'd never felt, she couldn't stop the building orgasm.

Cam held her bucking hips so he could concentrate on her clit. He'd lost himself and now just wanted her to cum messily all over his face; it was all he wanted in this life right at this moment.

He had to wait no time at all, and he heard the dampened screams from the snow and felt her gush and cum hard from his mouth.

He brought his face away and saw actual steam from his chin as her hot juice met the cold air; he wondered if in ten minutes he'd have ice in his stubbly beard.

His cock was so fucking hard, it strained against his trousers in a way he'd not felt in years.

He looked around the deserted slopes, checking for onlookers. Seeing none, he stood and freed himself.

He looked down at her powerless, trapped body, her pussy begging to be filled by this hard dick, and spanked her ass hard, sending a crack through the hills.

He intertwined his fingers with hers and felt a squeeze. She knew what she wanted.

He positioned his tip at her entrance, feeling the heat radiate from her, before pressing on, stretching her open with his rigidity.

In this cold, the warmth of her felt even better. Tight and wet, she accepted his full length to the base. He moved his hips, grinding into her, filling her as much as he possibly could until he felt her wetness trickle down his balls.

Inside her own separate reality, Sasha was in a world of pleasure. Her buttock stung hotly from the spank, but her vulnerability had turned into a submission; she gave herself gladly to this now-thrusting cock; she wanted it to fuck her until she forgot her own name.

Hands held her hips, and with every hard, fast thrust, she felt another powerful orgasm come closer to the surface. She wanted to pull her own hair, to flail around spasmodically as she was pounded like a fuck toy, but her restraint made it impossible and all the more hotter because of it.

Her orgasm was here, a swelling in her stomach, a charging up of every nerve ending about to unleash a full-on assault on her senses. Her pussy was hot and throbbing, and as she came, she screamed into the snow.

Cam felt the weight leave her legs, hips dropping and barely pushing back; he could feel her gushing hole and knew he'd fucked her to climax. He'd been holding back, biting on his own impending orgasm, but now he felt released. He gave himself permission to fuck this needy little trapped pussy for his own ends, using her hungry, tight snatch for his own pleasure.

A few hard thrusts and he felt the edge, then buried himself as deeply as he could and unloaded into her. He came in a way seldom felt before, his whole body exploding into her, filling her with his cum. He gently rocked in and out, feeling the hot mess escape her.

A voice called out in the distance, “Il y a des gens là-bas, tu as besoin d'aide ?”

French? Something about help? Someone was coming.

Cam quickly tucked himself away and tugged up his wife's clothing quickly.

“Bonjour? Er... Je ne comprends pas Francais.” He said awkwardly, surely butchering their language.

“English?” The first of the two strangers asked politely.

“Er, yes, my wife's had a crash; I'm afraid she's quite stuck.” Cam explained.

Sasha, too euphoric to be afraid, heard what seemed like more voices outside of her cocoon.

Her legs still felt weak, and her sweat was crystallising on the snow, but she felt multiple sets of hands on her legs and finally felt movement towards freedom. She slid free easily, her body heat having melted enough room, and fell with her back to the snowbank, reborn.

Her vision got used to the light, and she saw three men smiling hard at her, Cam included.

Really, it could have been any one of them that had just given her the best sex of her life; hell, the other two could have watched. She didn't hate the thought, even as she felt her pussy leak cum into her damp underwear.

As if reading her mind, Cam pointed to the nearest man and winked.

She laughed and smiled at her husband, for the first time in a long time, feeling they had a chance.