I was on a ski holiday with my husband and a few of our friends a year or two back. It was supposed to be a regular ski break, lots of skiing, lots of drinking and endless fucking each night. But sadly I seemed to be missing out on the last part most nights.
On the first day while taking a lift down to the foyer I struck up a conversation with an absolutely stunning guy. He was a regular on a ski instructor year and despite my obvious wedding band he was still pretty flirty. We parted in the foyer with him promising that if I ever wanted private lessons, he’d be more than happy to help.
Two days later, my husband decided to leave early for the slopes with our friends, leaving me and a few others to go shopping. I skipped out, leaving just me at the lodge for a few hours before I was supposed to head up and meet my husband and the others. I decided to have a wander around for a bit, ending up at the bar where I ran into my ski instructor friend once more.