Chp14 aspen in the snow
School is out, we've graduated. Starting college in a month. what a month, since the thanksgiving brawl as Elliot calls it. I swear Mom is on mood stabilizers. Dad can't seem to stop laughing every time it raise its head. I mean Mia just has to pout about her Apple pie and dad has to leave the room. mom just shakes her head.
Anna apologized to mom and dad, but Mom is convinced Anna is unstable. I tried to explain that Anna is very jealous of any woman trying to usurp her. I am just as nuts about guys and her. But Anna will not let a physical attack go unchallenged, bimbo tried to sue, but I quickly shut her down, with her history she doesn't want a public fight. We fly to Aspen tomorrow. I relax as Mia and Mom argue over luggage. We're already packed.
Anna and dad are shoot pool. While Elliot is out with a couple of sorority girls head to SeaTac at sometime today or night. I mean he just can't help himself. Dating air heads is like jelly beans to him, he just can't eat one. He has to gougers the whole bag. I see the lights of a boat drift by the window. The day is cold and snowy, a gray kind of day.
Anna and I walk bruiser along the road. We've become rather jaded by the high society bullshit. I could just stay in her arms forever. Forget the social, and public bullshit. I watch the world as a place to better it, no just conqueror it. Anna leans into me. hugging my side. I drape my arm over her pulling her closer. In a little while we jet to Aspen.
The fly is a first for Anna, she is like a little kid, with fear and awe. I watch as she sees the light of nighttime Seattle pass the window. Quickly she sleeps in my arms. The mile-high club stamp in her scrape book will wait.
Salton Sea, Mom is looking thru the scrapbook, the wedding album has a weird set of back pages. I blame our neighbor in ST. Augustine; Tara, the bottle blonde stripper. One night during our first winter there, they started talking about all the place to have sex. So Anna starts a bucket list of wild place to have sex. On the road (cruiser club(oral), American classic (sex in the car stationary) Tour DE force (intercourse while driving)), train (steel wheel club), plane (mile-high club), beach (surf and turf club), hotel window (rubbernecks club), they came up with close to thirty stamps on the back pages of our wedding album.
Anna sees it like my bucket list to complete the positions of the karma sutra. Or find her limit to multiple orgasms'. So far I've gotten to 14. I think she can go to twenty, I really enjoy trying. I know she loves to have me try. But my thoughts wander as I watch my sleeping wife, in my arms, on a plane to Aspen, for our first Christmas with the family. O' god please let it go smoothly, at least let me be the troublemaker and not Anna.
Arriving out the rented house, we unpack. Bruiser is restless, on edge. I'm not sure why. Elliot as already ditch us for a club in town. God, my brother the man-whore. I let Anna sleep as I walk the dog. Along the border of the winter rentals I find several friendly people. A few too friendly. I may have to wear the shirt Anna got us after Halloween.
Halloween in a social world: the costume party is in full swing as we arrive. We decide to go as Ninja steampunks. The mask hides our true identity as we mingle. I hear so much bullshit about us. I mean we have a kid, he's deformed, he's Siamese twin, their triplets, we had a surrogate, I mean it's all wild out of their frigging mind bullshit. I so want to pull my plastic sword and whack people.
The country club is not my idea of a party location or crowd. But the parents are on the charity committee. So we mingle and keep quiet. Till I knock a loud classmate with a loser date. She looks like his or her parents arranged mercy date. The guy is muscled football third stringer. I watch as the alcohol fruit punch stains his toga pink. Laughing he throws a punch. I just duck as Anna drags me away. His buddies haul the drunk away.
We dance and watch the crowd. Anna is bored. So we sneak out to a quiet spot on the green, and earn the green jacket club. I feel her unwind into the multiple orgasm I love to take her. she holds me as my magic finger release her stress and fears. Latter as we head home. She lays her head in my lap in the back seat of the car, and just relax into me. I let the world escape into the mist.
Anna gets us matching T-shirts: mine is "wifey says I'm a great, loyal, faithful, husband". On the back "bitches get your paws off my man." With a picture of brass knuckles. Her says on the front "my husband is bigger, meaner, and smarter than your wimp." On the back "husband says I'm perfect for him, so don't even try to match me" with a pair of crossed Sai
Mrs. Warren is not amused. But we are gone soon. So what can they do. Not a dam thing. I just make it back to the house to find Mom having a meltdown. Elliot is shyly standing there as mom reads him the riot act.
Apparently he was caught having sex with a married woman in her bed, while her older husband was playing cards. Apparently they were making so much noise the card gamers came to find out what was going on.
I mean we've only been here three frigging hours. "MOM! just calm down, we'll get him fixed in the morning. I'm sure we can find a vet to do it for free." "Screw you Christian!" "Boys enough! everyone goes to bed. Elliot you're grounded till after Christmas."
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Morning dawn over the mountains over a virgin field of snow. I rush to get Anna up and outside. We are on our third ski run when the family shows up. My snow bunny is a natural, I mean she can't walk across a smooth floor without tripping, but skis or skates and she graceful and balanced. We lazy are way down the slopes. Meeting the family for breakfast in the lodge. I watch the family recovers from the drama.
The afternoon is spent in Anna arms; we make the house shakes with everyone on the slopes or shopping. Bruiser follows us to the sled playground. We have a great time killing time waiting for dinner. Three more days to Christmas eve. I can't wait to see Anna expression over her gift. Or the private gift in our room. I will so enjoy unwrapping her from the sexy lace and leather.
The day's float by in skiing and skating, sledding and sex. Everyone is partaking of the magic, well everyone but Mia, she too young, and single. Elliot is a little more careful about his sex partners, but still an all-you-can-eat guy.
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Christmas eve morning:
I wake Anna quietly, as we slip out of the house. At the lodge entrance is a horse and sled. My surprise a dawn sled ride thru the wilds of Aspen back country. Anna quickly burrows into the blankets and me as we slide along the trail. Dawn breaks as we cut along the ridge line cross country ski trail.
We watch the rainbow and sun rays as they pierce the mountains to the east. The brilliant sun pushes the shadows along the virgin snow. As we glide along. I feel her take my little brain. She strokes me. then boldly slide under the blanket. Her mouth is a paradise of sensation and feeling.
She blows my mind and my dick. As I lose myself to her. she finishes me. I zone outs as we reach the turnaround point. She cuddles into me. all I can do is let this goddess hold me, save me, cherish me. I fade to sleep.
Breakfast is a wild free for all. Mia wants to shake and peek at every present. Elliot already has done just that. Mom is final relaxing a spa day and a night of sex has calmed her. Dad is already thinking of getting rid of us for the afternoon. He has made a lot of suggestion. I believe the adults are going to get their freak on.
We plus Mia hit the slopes. It's a rush to challenge the slope and each other. We spent the afternoon in the lodge great room, sipping apple cider and watching the skiers and the football game. Anna is the life of the party. She is just so perfect. We roar, and cheer, winy and curse as the game progresses. Mia is finding a bunch of kids her age to hang and get into trouble with. I have my eye on them. Particular the moody, dark, Nordic teen god Mia is following like a puppy. He's different and gives an air of danger.
We drown our sorrows that Arkansas just lost their bowl game, or that Penn State blew a 14-point lead in the fourth quarter. We wander after the kiddies. Anna escapes me to check some last minute gift.
A dumb trophy wife accosted me at the arcade. "Stop. I'm married." "sweetness, so am I, but we can still play. I could do things she won't do." I push hard. She leaves in a huff. Where is Elliot when you need a blocking back. Sitting, sipping a hot chocolate, listing to the mind numbing noise of the arcade. I watch Anna walking across the lodge shopping mall. A wicked smile on her face. The bounce in her step, that says husband I am going to rock your world, and exhaust your body. I pant at the thought.
A guy intercepts her, some ski bum alternative rocker dude. Dreadlocks and cargo pants. He grabs her Ass. I'm moving like a rocket. He tries to kiss her, as I bounce his little skinny ass into a snow drift. I jump in a punch hard. The police show up. But several ladies and men back up our story. Alt-kid has a record of molesting woman. This time, it will be awhile before he can eat solids or get hard without screaming in pain, I think a burst a nut, maybe both of his jewels. God I hope so.
Anna is beaming at me. my angel is worshiping me. her avenging angel. We plus Mia wander back to the rental. Mia has a date tomorrow with angst boy. While I plan a very merry Christmas this year.