I (23/F) Cheated with my Snowboard Instructor [MF] | 2016

This was just last week. I've been thinking about it every since, and obviously can't talk to anyone about it so I figured this would be a good way to share since it was one of the most amazing experiences of my life!

We were on a ski/snowboarding trip in the mountains in BC (that's about as specific as I will get to protect his identity). It was my fiance and I, as well as a few of his friends and one of their girlfriends. We rented a condo right on the hill, so it was 5 days of skiing, hot tubbing and drinks. My fiance both skis and snowboards, where as I am an experienced skier that just this year is attempting to learn to snowboard. I skied for the first 2 days, then on the 3rd day, my fiance agreed to hang back from the rest of the group and try teach me to board. That's where thing started to go wrong! It'd be an understatement to say it didn't come natural to me, and I could tell he was getting frustrated, then I was getting frustrated at his frustration and my inability to catch on. By the end of the day, I had enough and I'm pretty sure he was regretting getting me the snowboard for Christmas. We were barely talking to each other.

We met up with everyone back at the condo and hit the hot tub. I could tell my fiance was jealous that he'd missed a full day on the mountain. There had been some fresh snow falling and apparently he missed some decent powder (we hadn't had much luck with snow). It honestly made me feel like shit, since he'd offered to teach me but was making me feel like it was my fault that he'd missed out. I would have been perfectly fine skiing instead of boarding that day!

Later in the evening, we were watching the weather and noticed the system that had just clipped us was dumping a lot more snow on some nearby hills. Conversation started about the possibility of driving 2 hours to a nearby hill the following day to get some fresh powder. I didn't really feel like sitting in a vehicle for 4 hours, but to be honest, I more so didn't want to out out of protest. So I told him I would just stay back and take the day off...let him enjoy his precious powder by himself!

The following morning, I slept in a little bit after they left early. I sat in the hot tub for a bit feeling sorry for myself, still upset about the following day...my inability to pick up boarding easily and his unwillingness to be patient with me. I decided then and there that I wasn't going to waste the day, and decided to try going out with an instructor.

The hill wasn't busy at all that day, so I had no problem getting an instructor. We'll call him Dave. Dave was a very, very nice guy. Your typical ski hill employee. Friendly, charming, had a kiwi accent that you could listen to for days, and on top of that, he was absolutely gorgeous! It was so much nicer to be taught by someone who wouldn't rather be doing something else. He took me on the bunny hill to start, and within a few runs he had already corrected a lot of mistakes I had been making. I was feeling so much more confident already. The way he was holding my hands, and shoulder, and hips with his strong hands was making me feel a lot more than confident...When I say Dave was gorgeous, I mean gorgeous.

Before long, we were taking the chair lift up and going down some actual runs. Conversation on the chair lift was flowing so naturally. I found out all about him...he's 26 and has been coming to Canada every winter for the past 5 years, working on different hills and snowboarding in all of his downtime. He seemed to take a genuine interest in me too. Being that my fiance is the only guy I've ever been with, it was a really exciting feeling to have someone so attractive and nice take such an interest in me, and I got the feeling it was more than just professional friendliness.

We were nearing the end of my 4 hour session, and though Dave offered to stay out longer with me since he had no one else that day, my legs were starting to feel a bit tired and the hot tub was calling my name. I don't know where it came from or what I was thinking, but I very uncharacteristically asked if he'd like to join me...to which he quickly agreed. It was like in that quick moment, I forgot I was engaged, and instantly felt guilt and regret for it...but also a bit of excitement that Dave had agreed so readily.

We got back to the condo, and I offered him a beer before I went up to change into my bikini. We kind of both realized at that point that Dave wasn't exactly carrying a pair of swim trunks on him, but both agreed that it wouldn't be any different if he just went in his boxers. As I changed in my bedroom, the nerves hit me hard. I had no idea what I was doing, or where I thought I was going with this. It was pretty harmless at this point, but even still, my fiance would have absolutely flipped out at me inviting Dave into the hot tub with me. On top of that, I was getting into a hot tub with a beautiful charming guy.

I put on the bikini I had been wearing up to that point. It was my what I would consider my "safe" bikini...covers everything pretty thoroughly. I had brought 2 others, one of which I had never had the confidence to wear. I'm happy with the way I look (5'5", short dirty blonde hair, flat stomach, d-cups, curvy hips), I'm just not exactly an exhibitionist and don't feel very comfortable with attention from a lot of people...and this bikini would definitely get attention. It was all cleavage and only covered about half of my bum (I have a big butt). However, the thought of wearing it in front of Dave gave me a whole different feeling...so I changed into it. I was honestly getting wet as I put it on.

"Wow" was all Dave said as I stepped outside. And I honestly would have frozen in my tracks and started at him had I not been barefoot on snow. He was sitting in the corner of the hot tub with both arms up on the edge. I could only see his chest, arms and shoulders but OH MY FUCKING GOD they were amazing! He was so well built, and ripped! So there I was, sitting in a hot tub nearly naked in a revealing bikini, having drinks with a gorgeous, well built, tall, charming New Zealander. I don't know what I expected to happen...my inhibitions were dropping. Every time I would stop and think of my fiance, he would do something like put his hands up through his hair and flex his arms. Every time the jets would turn off, I'd go over and turn them back on, making sure to bend over in his direction, knowing full well my bottoms had ridden up my butt and I was basically wearing a thong.

After a couple drinks, the hot tub was starting to take effect and loosen my inhibitions even more. The jets turned off again, and before I could get up to turn them back on, Dave quickly went over to do it, then came and sat down beside me on his way back...smooth! His arms were up on the edge of the tub again, which slowly made their way down around my shoulder. It was electrifying...I'd never been touched like this by anyone other than my fiance. The conversation slowed, and the tension built. He was rubbing my arm and shoulder with his arm around me, talking right into my ear when he did. Then finally, he told me how beautiful he thought I was. Some part of me managed to reply that I couldn't, and that I was engaged. In hindsight, I think it was just a token response, because his next question was "When will he be returning?" I turned my head to him to reply, our faces maybe only 6 inches apart. "Not until 7:00 at the earlierst". It was only 2:00. Dave smiled, and moved in for the kiss.

My whole body felt like it was going to explode when our lips met. I was on fire. We kissed passionately, his hands running all over my body, pulling me in close. I was running my hands all over his, trying to take in the situation, as well as how hard his muscles felt. His back, chest, arms, legs, everything felt so hard and strong. He pulled the string of my bikini behind my back and untied it in one motion, pulling it up over my head. He gasped at the sight of my breasts before taking a second to lift me out of the water kiss them and suck on my nipples before lowering me back down and kissing me again. It was then that my hand made down to the waistband of his boxers, slowly sliding underneath.

I honestly had to take a second to try and understand what I was feeling in there. Like seriously, he was huge! I had never really given much thought to my fiance's penis, or wished it were bigger or smaller or otherwise. But Dave's gave me a totally new perspective. He smiled as I gasped, as I'm pretty sure he could have seen the shock on my face at that point. He slid down his boxers, giving me a better chance to wrap my hand around him and realize I could barely even get my hand around him! I pumped the length of his huge cock as his hand made his way under my bottoms and started playing with my clit. "Shall we head inside?" he asked. I just nodded, as he rose out of the hot tub giving me the first full view of his completely naked body and his beautiful cock. I've never thought of a man's penis as something that could be described as "beautiful" before, but I'd also never seen a really big, circumcised penis on an equally impressively hard muscular body before!

We quickly ran inside, taking a second once in to towel off, kissing and groping each other as we did. We ran upstairs into my bedroom, quickly clearing clothes off the bed before he grabbed me and forced me onto my back, then quickly removed my bottoms before attacking me with his tongue. I had never felt anything like that up to that point...my fiance had gone down on me before, but it wasn't really a part of our repertoire, and he made it seem like a chore when he did. Dave, however, was definitely enjoying it. The things he was doing with his tongue were fucking magical, and then he started working his fingers into me, commenting on how wet I was. I tried to hold out...I really did, but I don't think I lasted 2 minutes before he gave me a bull body, wrenching orgasm. I grabbed onto his head and pulled it into me as I did, practically humping his face. It felt like it was going to last forever!

I had no fucking clue how I was going to top that, but I was going to try! Blowjobs aren't really something I've ever been big on either, but I've also never really had the desire to suck on my fiance's cock...and I really really wanted to suck on Dave's. I told him to lay down, then got on top of him and kissed him deeply, tasting my wetness on his lips. I started kissing my way down his neck and chest, taking time to admire his muscles. Down his chiseled abs, before I was face to face with his cock, now dripping with precum. I wrapped my hand around it, and looked up at him as I licked him clean, then took the tip in my mouth. I gently sucked him, tasting more precum as I did...and OMFG it tasted so good! I couldn't get much of him in my mouth...just a little past his head, but he didn't seem to mind. There was plenty of room for both of my hands so I made up for my lack of skills by pumping him as I worked what I could with my mouth.

If there are any ladies out there reading this who have never given a blowjob to a guy with a big cock, I highly recommend it! It wasn't easy, but that only added to the fun. Looking up at him looking down at me...seeing how much he was enjoying it, then looking at his muscular body and pelvis as I bobbed my head up and down on him...making sure to moan and slurp as I did. Much to my surprise, he warned me after only a few minutes that he was going to cum if I kept going. Very polite of him! I didn't care though, I knew what I wanted. I started moaning more, locking eyes with him as I focused my mouth on his tip and picked up the pace with my hands. He put his arms up and grabbed the headboard. I watched every muscle in his body tense up and flex, from his hands down to his pelvis as he exploded in my mouth. I had only tasted cum once before, and hated it. I wanted his though, I wanted to taste it. I didn't care what it tasted like because it would have turned me on regardless at that point. I wanted him to fill my mouth, and he did.

He screamed as he shot stream after stream into my mouth, and I just kept sucking him gently as I did, looking up at him, enjoying watching his facial expressions and what I was making him feel. I made sure he was looking down at me when I swallowed him.

We laid there for a bit, pulling ourselves together. It started to sink in what I had just done, and being the "nice guy" he is, I was surprised that he stayed there and made sure I was OK with everything. He even apologized for making the first move, but I reassured him that I wanted him just as bad and probably would have made a move anyway. We just laid there and talked...

At 3:30, my phone got a text, it was my fiance. They were riding until 4:00, then were going to go for a bite to eat before their 2 hour drive back. I told Dave, he smiled, and kissed me. Our hands started exploring each other again...He was hard, I was wet. I had accepted what happened to this point and that it was at least just oral, but the reality started to come over me that I wanted more. I want to say that I tried to fight it, but I didn't.

Dave asked if I had any condoms, so I grabbed one out of my bag and handed it to him. I was shaking with nervousness and anticipation as he put it on. Then I heard a chuckle, as I looked up and saw what he was laughing at...an impossibly tight condom on his hard cock, barely halfway down its length. He pulled it off and laid back down, knowing there's no way it was going to work. We started playing with each other as we decided our next move...he said he had no problem running out and grabbing one.

Now I know this next part will upset some people, and I know it wasn't smart, but I guess people don't always do the smartest things in the heat of the moment, and I have taken precautions since. The fact that it was him that asked for the condom and was willing to go get one, was pretty reassuring that he plays safe. And the fact that I was quite obviously engaged and quite obviously had never been with anyone else, was re-assuring for him.

So with that, he positioned himself on top of me. I felt so small underneath his big muscular frame. He teased me with his cock, rubbing the length of my pussy and clit, looking into my eyes as he did. I wrapped my legs around him and kissed him as he slowly slid his tip into me. He felt so fucking big, even bigger than he felt in my mouth! I wanted to scream, I pulled him in and bit his neck as he slowly eased his way in. He slowly started to fuck me, giving me time to get used to his size. I pulled him in as far as I could take him with my legs, then let him slide all the way back out before pulling him in again. There was just so much...so deep. He was so thick...I felt like I was having sex for the first time.

He started picking up the pace, then started really fucking me. I was more than wet enough to take it at that point. He pushed himself up with his arms so I could see his muscles as he pounded me. Then he got off, turned me around and lifted me on all fours and started fucking me from behind. I put my head down and arched my back, making sure to give him full view of my ass as he fucked me. He must have liked it because he started smacking it and playing with my hole...something totally new to me, but it felt amazing, his thumb in my bum as he was fucking me.

He was so big that I was starting to get sore, so I took control and put him onto his back, then climbed on top of him to ride him for a bit. I put my hands on his hard abs, and squeezed my tits together with my arms to give him a good show as I bounced my butt up and down on his perfect cock. He grabbed onto my ass and started pumping to meet my bouncing, smacking it every once in a while. It was amazing!

We fucked in different positions for well over an hour! I came at least 4 times before he finally couldn't hold back any longer while he was fucking me from behind for about the 3rd time. I quickly turned around and took him in my mouth again, sucking the second load of cum out of him. We both collapsed in near exhaustion and laid there for a while before realizing we were getting close to falling asleep...so we agreed we should probably be safe and call it a day.

We exchanged numbers, just in case, and he left. I had a shower, then went over the bed making 100% sure there were no visible stains or anything. I took the condom and wrapper and threw it out in the dumpster in the parking lot, and made sure I was fully composed by the time they got back at around 8:00. I'm not going to lie, the guilt hit me when they got back and my fiance was in a much better mood after having amazing ski conditions all day. I'm also not going to lie in saying I got myself off in the middle of the night while he slept beside me, as I thought about what had happened earlier that day.

The following day was our last day. I couldn't stop thinking about the previous day and how amazing it was. Then while stopped for lunch, I had received a text from Dave. It was just a Google Maps pin and said (after 2:00). That was all I needed.

I told the group my legs were tired and i was calling it a day, skied my way back to the condo, then quickly ran the couple blocks over to Daves place. My pussy was still sore from the previous day...but we spent about a half hour making out, then 69ed. It was hot! Riding that beautiful face while sucking that beautiful cock! We both came at almost the exact same time...having an orgasm while he was cumming in my mouth might have been the best one of them all!

We said an extended goodbye, and that was it. I'm not sure if we will keep in touch, and I'm not sure what will happen from here. I obviously have a lot to figure out between my fiance and I, but I honestly think I needed this. After experiencing it, I cant imagine if I would have gone through my entire life not ever getting to have sex that amazing!