For several years we had thought about going somewhere totally different for the Christmas New Year holiday period, somewhere where the snow glistened and log fires created a romantic glow. Fortunately, we managed to secure a chalet in a little hamlet in Austria up in the mountains just outside Innsbruck. We flew direct and hired a 4 wheel drive to our fantasy home for a week. When we arrived we noticed that the township had a fairytale feel about it, almost as if it had been designed especially for our arrival. 

The inns and shops along the central street with the open windows above displayed flower boxes and a realization to us that we had indeed arrived in a true Austrian village. 

The stone flagged street led up to the village Church which had a clock-tower atop with a scene on the clock fascia which played a tune at each quarter hour stroke, one sequence on the quarter hour, two at the half hour and four at the hour. Tiny mechanical characters in traditional dress appeared from little feature doors to strike the bell at the precise moment to inform the locals of the current time.
The agent had provided us with the key to the Chalet and directions on how to find it. 

Driving through the little town we noticed it offered some interesting looking options from which to choose for the Christmas and New Year celebrations. 

As we continued we noticed the local houses up the hillside with their window shutters ajar to take in the morning light. The snow was just starting to fall brushing across the car windscreen, each sparkling white flake forming its own star pattern quickly dissolving to make space for the next. 

We were thrilled to find that the front of the Chalet appeared to be all it had promised. 

However, when we opened the door we discovered there were people in the front parlour, another couple. They apologized and said the place had been cleaned but they had to come back as they thought they may have left their camera behind. 

We said that there was no problem and asked where they were from. They said they were from Montreal in Canada. We were admiring the interior and asked had they been here before. They said they hadn't been to this place before and they had really enjoyed their stay. They explained that they had a plan to spend every Christmas/New Year somewhere differently as a new adventure. We laughed and said that we were trying to do the same thing. 

They were a very attractive couple and it was obvious from the way they interacted that they were still very much in love even after so many years together. They went on to say their end of year adventures were a big part of keeping the magic alive in their relationship, because it gave them the freedom to do and experience so many things whilst they were away that they couldn't do in their normal lives. While they were telling us this we noticed that they gave each other a quiet sideways look with just the hint of smile to accompany the look.
We laughed again and said that we tried to do the same. Whilst chatting we asked them if they had any tips on good places to go for dinner, particularly for the following night which was Christmas Eve. They said they would be more than pleased to show us some of the local restaurants as they had plenty of time as their flight wasn't until later that night. 

We arranged to meet them later on in the evening out the front of the agent's office and they then asked us if we would like to join them for drink and maybe a light meal. We gratefully accepted as we really had no plans at that stage. 

At six o'clock we met up with them and they took us to an imposing alpine type building. We went inside to discover it was a beautifully appointed restaurant/bar. We were shown to a table at the back with a big picture window overlooking the snow slopes. We formally introduced each other giving our names as we sat down, laughing that we had forgotten to mention our names earlier that day. Claude and Simone were both native French Canadians, and living in Montreal their first language is French, however as they were both professionals they spoke perfect English, although with a very slight sexy French accent. 

By this time it was dark but looking out of the window we could see the skiers were still enjoying their sport as the ski runs were fully lit, the halogen globes giving the snow slopes an awesome yellow glow. Some skiiers had lit sparklers which glowed and shimmered as they travelled down the slopes, the sparkles creating bright streaks as they sped down to the bottom. It was an incredible sight and very romantic. 

Claude said the bedroom at the chalet had a similar outlook as although situated on the other side of the valley and overlooking another slope it had similar views and at night they would often watch the skiers from the bed. 

Claude explained that he had been working for many years as an architect and Simone had her own chocolate/florist/perfume business in the middle of the city. Claude said Simone was the perfect person to have such a shop as her natural nature was a romantic. With this, she smiled sweetly and seductively at him. 

Claude explained that he had been working on the renovation of an old provincial building which required intimate knowledge of the characteristics of the original structure but which also needed additions to cope for a larger capacity, yet had to be kept in complete historical style. He said he loved the task as his previous client had him design a glass "state of the art" office building which he thought, although juxtaposed alongside the older neighboring buildings, still had little character. He said, "What can you do with glass and steel?"
We then told them what we did professionally and how we shared our time between Hong Kong and Perth. 

We found their interest in our lives amazing, particularly our recent acquaintance with "the Far East" as they called it and also having a home in the most isolated capital city in the world, as Perth is, was fascinating to them. Laughing, we told them they must come and visit one day and we would show them around "the Far East" or "the Wild West". 

The menu was so comprehensive we found it difficult to choose. They had venison, veal and many other interesting dishes. The courses we chose were delicious and we left it to Claude to select the wines. The meal was wonderful as were the wines that accompanied it. All during the meal we kept up a lively conversation telling each other our stories of where we had been, what we had done and where we wanted to go. We found that we had much in common, all of us enjoyed travelling and experiencing new places and things. In fact, Simone made a point of saying how much they really enjoyed new things, and again there was that little sideways look and glimmer of a smile that passed between them. 

One thing we did, however, was to introduce them to dessert wine which they loved. The slightly tart taste of the sweet white wine complemented the selection of desserts assembled in a large plate from which we could select our choice. We all loved the tiny soufflé which was tinged with lime and mint, dusted with the lightest of sugar as well as the chocolate mousse which was also mouth watering. The delicate portions left us wanting more, but we resisted. 

During the meal, we often noticed how they touched each other and that each touch was more like a caress. Simone would laugh and Claude would look at her lingeringly as if drinking in the sight of her face for the first time. It was as if he was making love to her without even touching her. In a strange way watching them interact was slightly erotic, almost as if we were observing another couple making love.
All too soon it seemed that starting at such an early time, and even though we had not rushed the meal, that we were pouring the last of the wines. 

Whilst the waitress was clearing our plates, Claude said, "We will show you how to get back to the house in the dark, it can be difficult and we've still got time to spare." We said, "Perhaps you would like to have a coffee with us before you leave the house." They said they would love to accept our invitation as they were enjoying our company and didn't want the evening to end. We laughed and agreed and said they didn't have to leave as we noticed another bedroom in the Chalet. They said that it would be most enjoyable to spend more time with us but they were committed to their next section of their vacation. 

After leaving the restaurant we walked through the snowy streets, each couple arm in arm, warm and relaxed after such a wonderful meal. As we walked Claude's mobile phone rang. Upon answering it, Claude was dismayed to learn that their flight had been cancelled due to heavy snow storms at the airport forcing the closure of the runways and they would not be able to leave until the next day. "Well, it looks like you will have to take up our offer of the spare bedroom," we both said in unison, laughing at the co-incidence of our thoughts. "Would you mind?" they asked. "Of course not." "You have been so kind to us and shown such a lovely evening, it is the least we could do." 

When the four of us got back to the chalet we went in and found that the log fire had already been lit by the night staff, together with complimentary coffee and chocolates left on the coffee table in the lounge area. "Let's make the most of the evening as it is still not late," said Claude. "As a matter of fact I have some local liqueur that will go beautifully with this wonderful coffee." "What a great idea," we agreed. 

The interior of the large lounge area was designed in the fashion of a log cabin and the support beams holding up the roof appeared to be cut straight from the tall timber which occurred right through the valley. The open timber stairs at the rear of the vast room led up to a mezzanine loft which was warmly lit with incidental lighting which appeared from behind furnishings. The whole ambience was warm with overtones of seduction. 

We sat on the large leather couch arranged across the front of the open fire. Claude and Simone sat on the thick rug stretched out over the floor between the couch and the fire. Sitting there, drinking the coffee and nibbling on the chocolates, sipping the fragrant liqueur, our conversation drifted from one thing to another. We asked Claude if he had designed any homes in Canada similar to this, he said he had done some, "but in many respects the Austrians have a style unique to their culture. Even the soft furnishings are produced locally, for example, see this beautiful rug, so soft, so sensuous." "It is so comfortable that one night we slept right here after …we…well, you know!" We all laughed at his slightly embarrassed confession. Simone gave him another of those peculiar little smiles that had been passing between them all evening. 

"You know how we told you that we like to experience new things when we can, usually when we are on holiday? Well, we have a little confession to make." 

"What?" we enquired. 

Simone paused, and then taking a sip of her liqueur she said in a slightly husky voice, "We like you so much, you are such an attractive and lovely couple that we feel that we can confide in you. Several years ago, Claude and I came to realize that although we loved and adored each other, that as time goes by it gets harder and harder to keep the flame of passion alive and burning brightly. We had got to a point where the demands of our work and careers meant that our…well, not to put too fine a point on it…our sex life, whilst still good, lacked the passion it had when we were both younger and still discovering each other. So we sat down one day and talked about what we could do to ensure that the flame did not go out." 

"After a lot of discussion…" 

"And some tears," added Claude. 

"We decided that we would take at least two holidays each year and go to some part of the world where we had not been before," Simone continued. "But not only would we travel, we would allow ourselves to indulge in our fantasies whilst we were on holidays." 

"I have to say that this has worked wonderfully for us," said Claude. "Not only do we have our holiday snaps to remind us of our travels, we also have some wonderfully erotic memories to share." 

We had been sitting somewhat spellbound by their frank admission. "Have we embarrassed you?" asked Simone. 

"No," I said my voice somewhat shaky from the combination of listening to their story and the first stirrings of arousal brought about by their 'confession'. "Tell us more," I was surprised to hear you say, your voice also somewhat husky. 

"Well," said Claude. "We agreed that if an opportunity presented itself…" 

"And if we were both in complete agreement," said Simone, her voice even huskier than before, "then we would take advantage of that opportunity to, well, experiment." 

"What do you mean by experiment?" I asked, by this time starting to feel very aroused by the tale this extremely attractive couple were telling us. 

"It could really be anything, as long as we agreed." 

"But like what?" 

"OK, a good example might be voyeurism, you know, watching or being watched." 

"You mean making love while being watched by another couple?" 

"Yes, sometimes going further if we found the other couple attractive and willing enough," he added, looking at us with a smile and a gleam in his eye. 

He suddenly paused and looking at his beautiful wife said slowly, "Perhaps we can show you…" 

We looked at each other and I could tell that you were being aroused by the eroticism of the occasion as I was. 

"Yes, please do." 

Simone had been sitting down on the rug cross legged. Her huge cross-cabled white jumper practically covered her knees as she sat. Her skin-tight pants and big fur boots worn in perfect style peeked out from under the jumper. Her pale blonde hair was pulled up with a comb. Claude knelt down next to her and pulled the boots slowly one by one from her perfectly formed feet. She flexed her toes painted with bright red polish and sighed as her feet were freed from the heavy boots. Claude bent over and holding her foot sensuously took her toes in his mouth, swirling his tongue around each one, eventually kissing the arch of her feet. 

He then started to run his tongue up her foot, gently teasing her as he went, whilst watching up at her face. Simone's breathing was becoming heavy and tiny little moans were escaping her lips. 

Kneeling up, he leant over and gently pulled her sweater over her head revealing her beautifully formed breasts, small and firm, with pink tipped nipples hardened by her arousal. 

Gently laying her down on the rug he removed her skin tight pants. The lacy panties showing off her perfectly formed hips and thighs. Gently he eased her panties off, revealing her soft cleanly shaven mound. Placing his tongue in her belly button he licked, then slowly travelled up to her breasts where he flicked at each of her protruding nipples with his tongue before continuing up to her mouth. She had her eyes shut and a beautiful smile on her face. He leaned forward and kissed her eyes, her ears, her nose and again her mouth. Their kiss, tongues flicking against each others, lingered for a long time, the she opened her eyes as he nuzzled the crevice in her neck and moved down to her navel. He licked her navel and sucked it whilst he slowly put two fingers into her pussy. 

She arched her back in anticipation of what was next. He began teasing her as he took his fingers out of her pussy and then moving back down to her feet lifted each foot up and kissed her underneath the arch. Suddenly, as if he could wait no longer, he pushed her legs up and apart, opening her up so that he could suck the juices glistening on the lips of her vagina. Simone was moaning with the sheer pleasure of the attention he was paying to her. 

Claude kneeled up and started removing his clothing. Simone lay there watching him with hooded eyes, her face flushed with excitement. Her fingers were playing with her pussy, rubbing the nub of her clit and sliding in and out, glistening in the firelight with the juices flowing from her. She watched Claude intently as he slowly took off each garment, performing a strip tease for her. Each time he removed a piece of clothing he would go back and tongue her dripping pussy. 

By now Simone was moaning with absolute pleasure, as Claude, naked and with penis hard and erect, moved up over her so that Simone could take him in her mouth, her tongue caressing the tip, along the shaft, teasing that sensitive spot just below the head of his penis, all the while looking up at him. 

After she had spent time bathing his cock with her mouth and tongue he pulled away from her and turned around so that he could get to Simone's pussy again. 

He pushed her legs way apart and looked at her beautiful clit. He then put two of his fingers in her pussy, thrusting them in and out whilst licking and sucking her at the same time. As he sucked and nibbled at her she let out little gasps and bucked her hips, raising her mound to his face. 

We had been sitting spellbound in silence on the couch watching the incredibly erotic scene unfold in front of us. My arm was around you playing with your breasts through your top, my cock hard and aching to be free of the constriction of my jeans. Wondering what feelings and emotions were going through your mind, I turned my head towards you, where you had been laying against me, your head resting on my shoulder, and putting my hand behind your head, moved my mouth onto yours. Your face was flushed and as our lips met our tongues intertwined searching out each other. Our kiss was long and hard and deep and my excitement grew even more. The intensity of the kiss made me feel sure that you were just as aroused as I was. 

Climbing off the lounge, I got down on my knees in front of you and gently removed your panties, you arched your back, lifting your bottom making it easy for me. The scents and sounds of Simone and Claude's lovemaking had aroused you to the point where your juices had made a damp spot on your panties. 

I stood up and quickly undressed, my cock stiff and throbbing with excitement, whilst you undressed down to your black lacy camisole. As soon as you were released of your clothes, your breasts free, and nipples pink and hard, your fingers found your clit and, lubricated by the copious juices flowing from your pussy, you rubbed your clit, breathing heavily. I watched you for a couple of moments and then moving your hand away, put my fingers into you and found and caressed your G spot whilst at the same time sucking your clit. The look on your face reflected the feeling of pure pleasure you were experiencing. 

So intent were we on what we were doing, that we were surprised when Claude turned off the lights so that we were all only lit by glow of the fire, the sounds of our foreplay beautifully punctuated by the crackling of the flames as they licked around the logs.
"Look at how beautiful they both are, Simone," murmured Claude, who by this time had returned to sitting on the rug next to her. "Yes and her breasts are gorgeous, darling," she said breathlessly in response. 

With that they came over to us. Simone moved on to the lounge alongside you. Claude knelt alongside me so that he could continue playing with her pussy and sucking her clit. 

After a moment Claude quietly guided me over to Simone, switching places with me so that he was down on his knees in front of you. Deep below my lustful feelings, I was apprehensive. What would you think? Here I was being asked by a man, clearly in love and devoted to his wife, to touch her in the most intimate way and he was about to do the same to you! Claude looked up at you and said softly and gently, "It's OK – you will enjoy this." Putting his face down between your wantonly spread legs, he began to suck on your clit and play with your breasts, tweaking your nipples. I watched to see your response. I watched as you threw your head back, eyes shut, a smile of pure pleasure on your face. Seeing you react like that overcame any jealousy I might have felt, so rapt was I to see your response. 

I was kneeling in front of Simone. She was watching Claude sucking you and playing with your nipples. She then took my hand and began to guide it to her mound. I looked up at you, how would you react? You opened your eyes, and smiling languorously, said, "Do it, do it." Leaning forward I tentatively put my fingers inside Simone. Her pussy was wet from the combination of her juices and Claude's saliva. She moaned and grabbing my wrist thrust my fingers hard and deep inside her. "Oh fuck that feels good. Rub my clit, rub my clit." With my other hand I caressed her breasts, alternating between each one, tweaking her nipples as Claude was doing with you. 

For what seemed like an eternity, but was only a few moments, so intense was the excitement and lustful feelings we were all experiencing, we continued like this. Both women gasping and letting out moans of ecstasy as our fingers played with you. 

"Oh God, I must fuck you," Claude groaned and lifting you up turned you around and bent you over the cushions of the lounge. He started to rub his cock and play with your pussy at the same time. 

"Wait, I have a better idea," my voice croaky with arousal. "Let's all move over to the rug." By now I was sure that the sharing of this erotic experience would only serve to increase the deep and lasting love I felt for you. 

Claude and I helped you and Simone up and, leading you both over to the rug, laid you both down so that yours and Simone's head were touching at the top. You both lay there playing with your pussies, your fingers glistening with your juices. Claude and I then both moved over and around in front of you so we could watch each other. 

Kneeling on the rug, I watched as Claude lifted your legs up and spread them apart exposing your slit. Gasping with pleasure he eased his cock into your pussy. Following his lead, I did the same and entered Simone. Imagining the pleasure he was feeling from fucking you, my cock throbbed as I slowly stroked my cock in and out of Simone. Her pussy was hot and wet and her muscles involuntarily clenched my cock each time I entered her. Almost as one, Claude and I matched each other as we fucked you, the pace of our thrusts the same, our heads thrown back, eyes shut, experiencing the exquisite sensation of our cocks penetrating you both. 

"Wait, I don't want to cum yet, I want to suck your cock first." In the back of my mind I was surprised to hear you say this, yet given the elevated state of our arousal, not shocked. 

You then pushed Claude onto his back, and leaning over him, took his cock into your mouth. As you did you gave out that little whimper that I know so well, when you want to suck my cock. He lay back, eyes closed, a smile on his face, his hands playing with your breasts as you licked and sucked him. I could see you savour the taste of Simone's juices still clinging to his manhood. 

"You shouldn't miss out either, Cherie," said Simone as she gently pushed me onto my back next to you and Claude. Following your lead she began to suck my cock as well. As Claude and I had done, you both kept a matching rhythm, your heads bobbing up and down. Both of us playing with your breasts and tweaking your nipples, occasionally reaching around to slip a finger into your still dripping pussies, or play with your clits. 

"If I do not cum soon, I will explode," gasped Simone, "Somebody, please fuck me!" 

You looked at Claude. "This is something you must do." 

"Come to me, my Darling," said Claude as he pulled Simone over to him. You released his cock and we watched, fascinated, as only inches from our eyes, Simone straddled him, his cock sliding deep into her. Almost straight away, so aroused was she, Simone arched her back, and throwing her head back, let out a low guttural growl. "Oh my God, I am Cumming, I am Cumming." She began to frantically bounce up and down on his cock, her juices coating his cock and pubic hairs. "Arrgggh." Simone let out a long, drawn out groan of ecstasy, her body shaking, her orgasm peaking. Spent, she collapsed on Claude, her head resting on his chest, her breathing labored as she fought to catch her breath. 

"Claude, for God's sake, fuck Angelina! Take her from behind while she sucks me. Fuck her hard!" You immediately rolled over onto your hands and knees presenting your hot pussy to Claude, your mouth clamped over my cock. Simone rolled off him allowing him to kneel behind you. Claude took his cock, by now swollen, the head taut and shining, and slowly thrust into you. He began to pump you, gradually building the strength and speed of his penetration. With his head thrown back, his cock slamming into you, his balls slapping against your pussy lips, he cried, "I can't hold back. Oh, Fuck! Fuck!" With that, he began to cum, his hot juices spewing into you, triggering your orgasm. I could feel you stiffen as you began to peak. "Ohhhh, Ohhhh, Cumming, Cumming NOW!" you screamed. Hearing you, I could hold back no longer, my cock exploding in your mouth as you writhed in ecstasy, your orgasm leaving you breathless and gasping, your head on my chest. 

Claude collapsed on the rug, Simone immediately taking his cock into her mouth to suck and taste the combination of yours and his juices. Following suit, you slid down and taking my still turgid cock in your mouth, sucked me until all of my cum was drained. 

After a few moments, each couple rearranged themselves so that the men were cuddling the women from behind, lips nibbling at necks and ears, hands cupping breasts, all of us basking in the afterglow, warmed by the fire which by now had burnt down to glowing embers and by the feelings of love that each partner felt for the other. For a long time we lay there in silence. 

"What an incredible end to our holiday!" Claude said softly. 

"What an incredible start to ours!" I responded. "We may never do this again, but it is one holiday that we will never forget!" 





A Holiday
to Remember


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