Ski-Winging

In December 2011, aged 18, I packed my bags and set off to work at a lively après-ski bar in a ski resort in the French Alps. I would end up working there for the following 4 winters and naturally, along side the occasional trip up the mountain to snowboard, the bar I worked at also played host to some of the wildest nights I am yet to experience. One of these nights however, stands out in my hazy memory.

We had organized a ‘black-out’ party in the bar, in which all the windows were covered in black tarp and flashing UV lights were put up to create a ‘anything goes’ atmosphere. Little did we know how literally some of the punters would interpret this vibe. The night was a huge success and enjoyed by many, local seasonaires and tourists alike although it wasn’t until closing time that things really stepped up a gear. As we began to close down, a couple who the other bar staff and I had developed a good rapport with over the course of the night stayed behind for a bit of a lock in.

After about an hour of pounding Jägermeister, the most bizarre thing that had ever happened to me (for now…) occurred. Out of nowhere Dani, the beautiful 30-something half of the couple, asked me in plain view of her husband whether it would be okay to and I quote ‘take you into the keg room and suck you off’. I laughed her advance off as a ridiculous joke although I remember still feeling a little awkward, as her husband was stood right next to us. They both looked at me, but they weren’t smiling. ‘She’s serious mate, go for it! It will be the best blowjob you ever have, trust me!’ insisted Peter, the husband.

Again I laughed it off, while trying to gauge from their expressions if they were winding me up or not. After some careful consideration, I realised that these guys were 100% for real and so, not wanting to appear rude, I gracefully accepted.

It turns out they were completely serious, and it was the best blow job I had ever had, of course made even better by the fact it all happened in my place of work.

Now you’re probably thinking this story is pretty tame, and I would agree. But this is where things began to really heat up…

When Dani and I reemerged from the keg room, she announced it was now my friend Dave’s turn and so led him by the hand to the same spot, leaving me with the husband. ‘Not bad ey’ Peter smiled. I nodded sheepishly while trying to work out in my head if this was real or I was just having an outrageous dream.

I made idle, slightly awkward chitchat with the man whose wife had my penis in her mouth just moments before (and probably had my mates in there at that exact moment…) until after what seemed like an hour, Dave and Dani finally returned, both grinning.

We all shared another drink together until the couple decided it was enough blowies for one night and time for them to get to bed. I went to unlock the doors to let them out and instead of the usual goodbyes you might expect, Peter explained to me that it was their last night of the holiday the following day. He asked whether it might be possible for me to arrange for and again I quote ’10 or 12 guys to gangbang Dani’ to mark the occasion as it would ‘really make her holiday’. He even specifically requested I ask a local band they had seen perform earlier in the week if they would be so kind as to get involved.

Shocked, stunned and slightly appalled, I closed the door behind them and began to contemplate what the fuck had just happened, and of course who to call about tomorrow night’s orgy.

I was keen, going on the logic that I couldn’t possibly tell this story years down the line and when I reached this point turn around and say ‘aaand then I decided to be a pussy and not go through with it’. Can you imagine that? I was determined to make it happen and so began trawling through my contacts to try and round up a sports team worth of willing guys.

To my surprise and utter disappointment, many of my friends hung up on me, stating it was too weird for them to get involved with. Others maybe just thought I was high and making it up.

Out of all the friends I mentioned it to, only 1 stepped up. Coincidently it was a member of the band they had specifically requested, who shall remain anonymous, but for the sake of the story let’s just call him Nathan. When I called he was in a van on his way to a gig in another resort and so put me on loudspeaker. I could hear roars of laughter from his band mates as I explained the situation, but amid the chaos came a firm reply in a strong Irish accent: ‘Where? When?’

I text Peter to let him know I had tried my best but it was looking unlikely I would be able to rally the kind of numbers he was looking for. He told me not to worry and informed me him and Dani would come to the bar around 9 regardless.

When they arrived I was working, but found time to have a drink with them both and diligently explained that any group sex would have to wait until midnight when I could close the bar. More customers began to arrive and the bar got busy, so I quickly trained Peter on the tills and left him to serve customers while Dani and I got to know each other better at a table.

I remember looking over to see Peter struggling to keep up with the amount of people requiring drinks, but with Dani’s foot halfway up my thigh, I concluded that he looked like he knew what he was doing and that everything would be okay.

Nathan arrived and nervously began to knock back Jamesons until finally closing time rolled around and I ushered the remaining customers out of the door, weary of a poor Trip Advisor review if I were to let any of them stay any longer.

I decided the restaurant beneath the bar would make a more romantic setting and so the 4 of us made our way down the stairs.

I wasn’t too sure on the etiquette at these events, but luckily Peter and Dani seemed well rehearsed. Without hesitation, Dani dropped to her knees and began to perform oral sex on Nathan and I. On several occasions I made eye contact with him and we both couldn’t help but let out a surprised kind of grin, as if to say ‘what in the actual fuck’.

Peter kept his clothes on, but began to undress his wife as she continued to do what I must admit she was very good at, and had clearly done once or twice before.

I began to relax a bit and even start to enjoy the moment until a coarse whisper came in my ear: ‘Go on J, fuck her. I want you to fuck her’. It was of course Peter, and I remember shivering slightly as his stubble brushed against my ear. ‘Is this too weird?’ I thought to myself. Naa. I obliged his request and proceeded to penetrate his wife from behind as she continued to pipe off my friend.

Again Nathan and I made eye contact, and this time, I knew exactly what to do. I extended my hand above Dani’s back and clenched it. Nathan mirrored my movements and we bumped fists, struggling to contain our laughter. This action, I’m told, is what is known in the business as an ‘Eiffel Tower’. My life had peaked.

I remember thinking at the time no one is ever going to believe this shit.

Dani seemed to be enjoying herself too, confirmed by Peter offering steady encouragement in my ear as I repeatedly spanked his wife's bare arse. ‘Ooh yeah J, go on son’. ‘SON?', 'maybe this is too weird? Am I out of my depth here?’ And ‘I want a bath’ were just a few of the thoughts racing through my head. I should add at this stage I had totally lost sight of any sexual gratification, but of course the whole situation was an absolute roar and so of course I had to continue.

After a while, Dani and I moved to the floor on our own and it wasn’t long until my time was up.

I left Nathan alone with the couple as I went back to the bar to finish cashing up and have a much needed smoke. I crossed another friend on the way up the stairs, a 19-year-old guy called let’s say... James.

James was clearly curious as to what was going on and so I told him to proceed down the stairs at his own risk.

I had just reached the top of the stairs when I heard Peter announce: ‘Hey Dani, look it’s James! Aw, you have to suck James off! Come on James get over here!’.

I did wonder if I should have maybe shielded my young colleague from this event, but decided he was a big boy and would probably learn something.

I’m sure he did learn something, although we would later find him sat on the steps contemplating life. I will never forget the sight of him looking up at me with a little tear in his eyes, asking whether what had just happened was normal. No James, it certainly was not normal, but it was a fucking hoot and that’s why we did it.

About a week after, Peter added everyone involved to a group chat he had named ‘*insert name of bar here* filth’ and would regularly send us videos of Dani in various stages of undress and with varying numbers of men, encouraging us to pay attention to certain parts of the video so we wouldn't miss his favorite bits.

I often wondered about the dynamics of their relationship but each time told myself that they seemed perfectly happy together so why not, and from the graphic videos I had seen, I knew at least one of them was definitely getting satisfied in the bedroom.

About a year after that night though, I saw on Facebook that they had unfortunately split up, and very soon after Dani was posting pictures with a new guy, seemingly even younger than me. I wonder if that guy lets strangers fuck her…