Author's note; Yes, I was going to quit posting this story, but there seemed to be no point because most of it is already written. Your response, dear readers, made a difference, because despite what some of you may think, even writers who truly do write 'for themselves' need encouragement. Otherwise we'd keep our stories on our computers and never share them with anybody. Saying that writers should write for themselves is a lazy way of making yourself feel better for not bothering to review a story you're reading. If people created art or literature only for their own enjoyment there would be absolutely no point in art galleries or publishers. This story will be completed and pulled soon after. Because I'm reworking it to be published. Enjoy - I hope!

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Aspen ski resort was magical. It was almost Christmas and everywhere was decorated and the snow added to the festive atmosphere which made me as excited as a child.

I'd never been on a holiday which was aimed specifically at skiing before. Of course I'd never skied a day in my life which David and Rose found very amusing.

I started on the kids slopes and fell flat on my face and ass many, many times. Rose and David were of course seasoned skiers and they helped me get reasonably proficient before the end of the first day.

Our cabin was romantic, buried among the trees and surrounded by deep snow. I was nervous at first about how things would work here - would it be like it was back in L.A or would I be expected to sleep in my own room?

But Rose soon put any fears to rest when she took my hand and led me to bed the first night. The bed was huge. David sauntered in a few minutes later and smiled at us,

"I'm going to shower." He told us in passing.

Rose stroked my hair back off my face and smirked at me.

"You look so nervous, Izzy. Why?"

"It feels weird here I guess, like something different might be expected of me…"

"Nothing has changed." Rose assured me, leaning over me to capture my lips. She kissed me slowly, igniting the delicious burn which was never far from the surface with us.

I framed her face and traced the crease of her lips with my tongue. Her lips parted with a sigh and I took charge, claiming every inch of her mouth. I trembled as she cupped my breasts, thumbing my nipples through my top.

I pushed her over without breaking our kiss, my eager hands drifting over her neck and shoulders, to part her wrap around top.

Rose shuddered against me as I bared her breasts and pulled her nipples ever so slightly. I sat up, abandoning her mouth. One of my thighs was between hers, while I sat over her leg. Rose looked wicked as she grasped my hips and moved me against her thigh, rubbing my fully clothed pussy along her leg. I whimpered and lifted my other thigh more snugly against her own heated warmth.

Her eyes turned tilt as I did this, a soft moan escaping her slightly parted lips.

She reached for the fastening to my trousers and stripped me. I returned the favour, removing her clothing too.

Without pause she pulled me back into the same position over her leg and pushed me down onto her silky flesh. I was naked now and the sensations were so much more intense. I lifted my own thigh again, until her warm, soft heat was resting directly on me. I shivered in delight, this was fucking amazing.

Soon we were moving together in perfect synchronisation, our bodies slick with sweat. Rose sat up and kissed me again, while our lower bodies fucked without penetration. Her hands were on my ass, guiding and lifting me while her fingers slid between my legs from behind. I could feel the first waves of an orgasm fast approaching and I wanted to take Rose with me. I slid my thumb between us and found her needy, hard little nub. She cried out as I stroked it in time with the thrust of my hips.

I noticed David reenter the room but I just didn't care. He looked enraptured, as he took a seat on the far edge of the bed.

Being watched only enflamed me further and I doubled my efforts to make my woman come. I had to admit I secretly loved claiming Rose like this, in front of her husband.

Mine. I thought, while I rubbed her clitoris and fucked her mouth with my tongue.

Rose fell apart, her entire body going rigid and trembling. I sunk my fingers into her as she came, loving the feel of her internal tremors. Her pussy clutched at my fingers again and again which pushed me over the edge and I orgasmed too.

Rosalie did the same thing I had and slowly slid her long, talented fingers into me while I climaxed. Our kisses slowed while our orgasms ebbed leaving us deliciously sated.

Rosalie smiled at me as I pulled back, a soft lazy smile of completion. She removed her fingers from my body and lazily lifted them to her mouth. My body spasmodically pulsed as I watched her taste me.

"That was so fucking good." She whispered. "But I still prefer tasting you on my tongue."

I moaned and kissed her, tasting myself on her lips.

"That was the hottest thing I've ever watched in my life." David commented suddenly, breaking into our bubble.

Rose chuckled. " That I can believe."

To my horror he leaned in and kissed his wife, right in front of me. It felt like a betrayal, which I knew was stupid. Even so I struggled to rein in my rampant jealousy.

As David pulled back he eyed me with a smile. "Don't look so put out, Izzy. All I can do is kiss my wife. We haven't told you up until now, but I feel it's only right to put your mind at ease. I'm impotent. That's why I didn't raise any concerns over your relationship with Rose."

I stared at him in shock. I slid off of Rose and pulled the bed cover over me. So that was it! I'd always wondered at his casual acceptance of our relationship and the ease at which Rose had told him to begin with.

"I'm sorry." I said, at a loss of what else to say.

"Don't Be." He smiled. "I love my wife and I want her to be happy. You can give her that. Thank you for accepting our unconventional little arrangement."

I nodded, and my eyes met Rosalie's.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Rose sat up and covered herself too. "It wasn't my secret to tell. David has suffered enough. I didn't want to embarrass him. I knew he'd tell you eventually."

David took his wife's hand and then held out the other one towards me. I hesitated but took it in the end.

"I'm glad that you have each other. From what I've seen, what you two share is a beautiful and raw connection which I feel privileged to have witnessed. All I ask is that this doesn't go public. People may suspect, they may even ask you, but they must never know for certain."

My heart plummeted and I felt sick to my stomach. My heart ached, physically painful in my chest.

I would never have Rosalie to myself. We would never have our relationship acknowledged publicly. Would I never be able to hold her hand for the whole world to see?

Was this to be the price I must pay to be in her life? All my secret hopes were crushed by those words.

For a moment I squeezed my eyes shut so tightly it hurt, fat tears appeared and hung in my eyelashes.

Rosalie watched me closely, I could sense it.

"Izzy?" She breathed, her voice trembled ever so slightly. "Are you okay?" But her words were empty, because she knew I wasn't.

I couldn't see her and didn't dare to open my eyes because the tears would fall.

It was a travesty not being able to see her face.

I blinked rapidly in an effort to disperse the tears.

It didn't work. As I opened my eyes two renegade tears tumbled down my cheeks.

David saw my reaction and squeezed my hand consolingly. He didn't say a thing.

Rose took my other hand and lifted it to her lips in a sappy, old world romantic gesture which made me want to smile despite myself.

I wanted to run from this situation, but I couldn't.

I wanted Rose to choose me. In spite of everything, or maybe because of it, I wanted her to be willing to sacrifice it all to be with me. But who was I fooling? She'd never do that. Her entire life revolved around her children, her company and her work. To the world she was straight, married to a man and highly respected.

I couldn't do without her, so there was no choice really, I'd have to stay and hope one day our dynamic might change.

"I'm okay." I said at last. "It was just a shock."

I let them think I meant David's condition. Although it was obvious that it wasn't.

I felt asleep wrapped in Rosalie's arms, my lips on her neck. My heart ached but my arms were full. When Rose was close, I would accept anything to be with her.

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Rose and I went walking early on our second last morning in Aspen.

We started out with a respectable distance between us but as we got further into the forest Rose reached out and hooked one of her fingers through one of mine. It was difficult because our gloves were thick, but we managed it just the same. My heart was giddy with happiness. Being with her, like this, was everything that was good in my life.

I watched her more than the scenery, admiring her flushed cheeks, plush lips and sparkling blue eyes. Her wooly hat was scarlett and offset her colouring to perfection.

We were in the middle of nowhere now, surrounded by trees heavy with snow. It was very early morning, the air was crisp and icy, our breath coming out in bursts of steam. Usually we never touched or kissed any place people could see us, but I knew we were completely alone here so I leaned in and kissed Rose on her perfect, pouty lips.

She pulled back at first, her eyes darting around to make sure no one had seen my impromptu kiss.

She relaxed instantly, realising how silly it was to worry about paparazzi out here in the forest.

"Izzy!" She scolded me breathlessly, a soft smile tugging at her lips. "We really shouldn't, not here!"

"Here? Where there is nobody at all for about fifty miles?" I exaggerated, grinning, "You worry too much, Ro." My sentence ended in a whisper and I leaned in and captured her lips once again. The magical surge of electricity between us left me breathless.

Rose returned my kiss, her gloved hands cupping my face as she drove her tongue into my mouth. My knees were weak and I clung to her. It was always so fucking good between us, I couldn't get enough.

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The photos hit the media the very next day and my heart plummeted to my feet as I scrolled through several photos of Rose and I embracing out in the forest. I felt sick, my belly twisted with fear. I'd fucked up. So badly it terrified me.

Of course there had been paparazzi out in the forest. They would be following Rosalie because she was a big star and pictures of her family vacation would sell for a lot. She'd been right to pull away and yet I'd cajoled her into believing it would be okay, that there wasn't anyone there! She'd never forgive me for this!

The pictures were a frame by frame betrayal of Rosalie's privacy and they were everywhere. Twitter, Instagram and Facebook.

I took a nervous gulp of my coffee and practically threw my phone onto the counter as if it had burnt me.

I went back to the bedroom. I had to tell her. But how? What would David say?

Rose was still asleep, her face restful and innocent. I felt terrible to wake her with such disastrous news.

David was awake, thumbing through the sports section of the local paper. He glanced up and sent me a small smile.

"Good morning ma petite." He greeted me good naturedly.

"Good morning." I said, my voice hollow.

He frowned, picking up on my tone immediately. "What's the matter?"

Rose groaned and turned over. She reached for me and tugged me down beside her.

"Rose, I have to tell you something…" I began, swallowing the massive lump in my throat.