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“What the hell are we going to tell the doctor when we get there? Did you even think of that? No, I’m sure you didn’t.”Yes, Mike was upset and I couldn’t blame him. After all, he was in pain and a trip to the emergency room is not the way anyone wants to spend an evening. Obviously, I wasn’t surprised at his outburst and, on reflection, I probably should have thought more about my response. “Why can’t we tell them the truth?” I nonchalantly asked. I looked over at Mike. It was apparently the wrong thing to say. He looked furious and actually started sputtering.”For God’s sake, Bethany, do you really want to tell them the truth? I can just hear it now. Doctor, my wife here was up to her usually kinky shit in the bedroom and she went a little too far. She loves to play around with ice and cold things. This time she wasn’t paying attention. She had a bowl of ice cubes from the fridge and dropped one onto my dick. They were still dry, she hadn’t wet them yet like she usually does in various parts of her body. She just grabbed it, but it had already stuck to my skin. When she pulled the cube, it was stuck to a piece of my foreskin. It tore and would not stop bleeding. So that’s why we are here now.”I couldn’t help laughing at this point. Don’t get me wrong, I still felt quite bad about the entire episode, but as Mike well knows: he married a pervert. A little background might be in order now. Mike and I have a long history together. We’ve tried a lot things, both in and out of the bedroom. Some worked out great; some, not so much. I have always been open to experimentation and, to Mike’s credit, he loves me enough to let me keep introducing new things. He benefits too. What man doesn’t love a kinky but loving girlfriend? Mike certainly did – I became his wife.My obsession with cold began while we were still dating. He is from Canada and over several visits to meet his family I accidentally discovered my ice cold fetish.On my very first trip to his home, Mike took me snowmobiling. I had never been on a snowmobile before and found it exhilarating. It reminded me of being on the back of a motorcycle. Mike has one of those, too. The speed and the wind on my face makes me happy and, truthfully, a little horny – no, more like a lot horny – whenever we go for a ride.Back to the first morning in Newfoundland. Mike woke me early to get ready for our day of snowmobiling, cross-country skiing, and visiting his brother’s cabin. I was looking forward to having a day of fun with Mike and, thankfully, the weather was perfect. There had been a snowstorm the night before but the sun was out now and the day had warmed up.Mike and his family helped me get dressed. I had brought hats, mittens and a coat with me but they were lightweight, mostly polyester, and not the best choice for a day out in the cold winter of Newfoundland. Luckily, Mike comes from a big family so I had plenty of extra wool gloves, socks and snowsuits to choose from.Getting bundled up by the front door in my snowsuit, I joked with Mike. “Exactly how are we going to have sex while I’m wearing this get up?”He smiled and replied, “Mine unzips, you can just give me a blow job on the trip to the cabin. We can worry about you later. The cabin has a bed and a wood stove. You won’t be needing that snowsuit once we get there.”Every time I hear Mike’s voice take on that husky tone, I get wet. He knows how to please me and I was filled with even more excitement about the day’s trip. My nipples began to harden under all the layers of clothing and I swear I felt heat rising from the crotch of my snowsuit.”You don’t see any smoke coming from there do you?” I joked, looking down.Mike swatted me on the ass and gave me a little kiss by my ear. “If you keep this up, we won’t get out of here. I’ll just take you back upstairs and fuck you instead of going out. I know you’d love that, but you’ll love the trip to the cabin even more. And we can fuck as much as you want when we get there.”We left the house and packed our things into the snowmobile’s stowaway under the seat. After a brief tutorial on how to drive it, we were on our way. Mike was going to be driving first and I would ride behind him on the back. It was strange driving down the middle of a road on a snowmobile and not a car. There was so much snow. The snowplows had come through so there was at least a path to follow. We took Escort side it slow on our way out of the small town. Soon we reached the edge of the town’s borders and the fun for me began.Heading into the woods, he sped up and we started weaving in and out of the trees. I loved the cold wind and the increased speed. I had my arms wrapped tightly around Mike: I didn’t want to fall off. I smiled and kissed Mike on the back of his neck. I don’t think I’d ever been happier. I even let my hand reach down into his lap and, just as I anticipated, his cock was getting hard.I whispered to him, “When does the real fun begin?”Turning his head slightly so I could hear him over the wind, he said, “You can just wait, greedy girl. Enjoy the ride.”I laughed and did just that. We rode for several miles in and out of woods and across frozen ponds. We eventually stopped in a huge clearing. No trees, just a vast expanse of white snow, making me thankful that I had thought to wear my sunglasses. I asked Mike why there were no trees here.He smiled at me with that indulgent look you give a child. “We’re on a lake, Beth.””We’re on a what?” I yelled at him in a panic. I come from the south and nothing ever froze enough there to support the weight of skaters much less a snowmobile and two people.”Calm down, the ice is almost a foot thick here. It will hold us, we aren’t going to fall through and drown.”I kept eyeing him suspiciously, wondering if he was having some sort of laugh at my expense. “Here, I’ll prove it.” With that he stomped his foot up and down on the ice. “See, we’re still okay.””Smart ass, ” I responded. I love his sense of humor but I had been a little worried about my safety.”Well, if it’s that safe then, do I get to drive the snowmobile for a while?” Mike looked skeptical, but he agreed. “You remember what I showed you this morning, about how to work the controls?””Yes, I do. Now get on the back and let me drive. I want to go fast.”We both got back on, Mike a little more slowly than I did. Even in that early part of our relationship, he knew me quite well.When he had his arms around me, after first trying to give my tits a squeeze -they were hard to find under all those layers of clothing – we were off. I started, tentatively at first, but then took off like a bat out of hell. I think I may have heard Mike scream. He denies that to this day.Going fast and being in the great outdoors are two of my favorite things. I did circles, zigzags and figure eights all over that lake. I drove straight lines as fast as I could back and forth. The more I drove, the more excited I became. My pupils were wide, my skin covered in goose bumps and, of course, I felt a lovely tingling in my pussy. After just a few minutes of driving, I think I would have soaked through my snowsuit had it not been waterproof.I know Mike was enjoying my current state of arousal, too. His hands had been wandering over my body the whole time. He managed to unzip my snowsuit and a hand found one of my tits. My nipples were already erect but his touch usually lifts them to a new level – and this time my left nipple responded. His other hand lightly rubbed my pussy area on top of all my snow gear. It was enough to make me squirm and ache for more. The speed, Mike’s hands, and my own whirling thoughts, combined to cause what happened next.I was so distracted that I let the snowmobile drift away from the center of the lake. I skirted close to the woods and I don’t think Mike even noticed. In fact, he just made things worse by rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He gave it a good squeeze and I veered completely off the lake into the woods.Mike tried to pull his hand out of my snow suit, but it got caught. I remember hearing him yell, “Beth, stop, use the brakes now!”I was so flustered I completely forgot where the brakes were and we barreled right into a ditch. I landed on the handlebars and Mike landed on top of me. Within seconds, he jumped up and started to check if I was all right.”Baby, are you okay? Talk to me.”He kept up a series of questions as he helped me up off the snowmobile and out of the ditch. The breath had been knocked out of me but I was otherwise unharmed. We stood next to the ditch looking in. Surprisingly, the damn snowmobile was still running. It was half buried in the snow and the handlebars were manavgat escort bent at an awkward angle, but it sounded fine. Mike turned it off and we managed to pull it out of the ditch. Other than the handlebars, it looked okay. We were even able to bend them back into place. Realizing we were both safe and that I had not wrecked his brother’s snowmobile,was a relief. So much of a relief that I started to laugh and could not stop. Just one of those laughs that go on and on.Mike stood watching me, shaking his head. “Funny is it? You could have killed us ,you know, and all you can do is laugh?”I tried replying, which was hard since I was still laughing and tears streamed from my eyes. “Hey,” I eventually answered, “if you hadn’t been playing with my nipple and trying to get me horny, none of this would have happened.””Get you horny? You can’t tell me you weren’t already turned on by driving so fucking fast? You can’t, can you?”I couldn’t deny it. Even after wiping out in a ditch I was still aching and dripping. Maybe it was the added adrenaline, but I’d never wanted to be fucked so badly than I did at that moment. Mike knew it, too. He was already familiar with the look I get in my eyes and the way my breathing changes. He stopped frowning and a small grin started to appear.Uh-oh, I knew that look. He was going to make me earn my release. I could almost see the thoughts churning around in his mind.”Okay, horny girl, come here.” He beckoned me to stand in front of him. He shrugged out of his snowsuit, opened his jeans and pulled out his semi-erect cock. “How about a little love for him since you almost killed his owner?”I smiled and knelt in front of him. I pulled off my gloves and tossed them aside. I was surprised to find my hands were warm. Not as warm as Mike would have liked: he flinched when I wrapped one hand around his stiffening cock. I looked up at him, smiled, and mouthed ‘Sorry’.He quickly got over it. I held his cock firmly and stroked up and down a few times. I ran my thumb over the purple head and pushed his foreskin down. I love it when his cock emerges from its cocoon. That’s the silly pet name I gave his dick when I first saw it, Cocoon. I’d never seen an uncircumcised one before.My thumb was wet from the steady stream of pre-cum now dripping from Mike. I gave him another smile and lowered my head to lick off those glistening drops. I heard him sigh and was rewarded with his cock growing to its full firmness in my hand. I kept stroking his silky skin.I love the contrast between his velvety smooth skin and how hard he gets. I let my tongue draw a map around the head of his cock, dipping it into the tip and swirling the head. Hearing more sighs and small growls, I knew Mike was enjoying his post-wreck outdoor blow job. I got to work. My lips surrounded his engorged head and I sucked him deeply into my mouth, my tongue dancing up and down the underside of his shaft. Mike began thrusting his hips, hands on my head. He gripped tighter and moved to his own rhythm. I was just along for the ride at that point.I let him thrust his cock down my throat the way he likes. I’d learned how to relax and take him as deep as he wants to go. The fact that I still gag and saliva drips out of my mouth, only makes him thrust deeper. This time, while he’s fucking my throat, I gently knead and squeeze his balls. His thrusts become harder and I know he will soon be shooting hot cum down my throat.It was at this point that he made a mistake. Growling my name and telling me what a good cock sucker I was, he decided to add something else. “Oh baby, this almost makes up for the fact that you drive like a girl.”Few things can set me off – but those kinds of remarks can and do. I know he didn’t seriously think girls are bad drivers, but I was not going to let him get away with that. I pushed his hands away and took his cock out my mouth. I smiled up at him and told him I could make him feel even better and that he wasn’t to cum yet. He was so aroused I wasn’t sure he’d even realized what he’d said. I told him to close his eyes for a minute. I then grabbed a handful of snow and stuffed it into my mouth. I guided Mike back towards me and quickly popped his cock back into my mouth.Mike leaped back and must have jumped a foot off the ground. “Shit, what the hell are you doing, Beth?” he yelled alanya escort bayan at me as his erection rapidly dwindled. “Are you crazy?””Who me? No, just a girl who can’t drive.” I started laughing again at the look on Mike’s face.He produced his grin again. It was game on.”You can’t drive,” he said, “and now I don’t think you’re going to cum either. It’s only fair since you just ruined a perfectly good hard on. Let’s see who likes the cold now.”With those words, Mike stripped off my snowsuit and pushed me onto my back in the snow. I was still laughing. I knew I could get him to still fuck and make me cum, no matter what he might be planning.He undid my jeans, pushed them down and my sweater up. My ass was now freezing in the snow. He reached down between my legs and slipped two fingers inside of me. He pulled them out quickly and I let out a frustrated gasp. He looked at his fingers and nodded his head.”Just what I thought I’d find, you’re soaking wet. I bet you want to cum don’t you?”I shook my head. I wouldn’t admit that. I am nothing if not stubborn.”Okay, since you don’t want to cum, how about finishing what you started? “”Only if you apologize for that driving remark.””You’re right, sweetie, that was not a very nice thing to say and I am sorry.””Thank you and I’m sorry for crashing the snowmobile and trying to freeze your dick off.”I started laughing again when I said it. I couldn’t help myself. The entire scene was so comical.Mike stood, shaking his head. “Who the hell am I in love with?”I answered him, “At least it’s never boring being around me. Come here and let me warm you up.”Mike came over and looked down at me laying in the snow with my snowsuit and jeans pulled down. He got that evil grin on his face again. I had a feeling things were not going to be boring at all; that he had already hatched a plan.He knelt down and straddled my face, rubbing his semi-erect cock around my lips. I darted my tongue in and out, playing cat and mouse with him. Watching him harden again while he smiled down at me, made feel like nothing else existed or mattered at that moment. Except my freezing ass stuck in the snow. Mike watched my tongue play and then turned around. “How about a little attention for your frozen ass and pussy?”I wanted to scream ‘yes’ at him but my response was muffled. Mike had shoved his cock back in my mouth when he’d turned around. I couldn’t see him lower his head but I knew he had when I felt his warm tongue gently licking around my inner thighs. I sighed around his cock, trying to concentrate on two things at once: giving him great head, and the warmth and sensation returning to my lower body.Mike worked his hips up and down as I tried to swallow as much of his cock as I could in this position. He continued licking, reaching the lips of my rapidly warming pussy. I tried pushing my hips up to get more attention from his tongue but he shoved me back down, murmuring, “Shush, shush,” the whole time. Remaining still was a lot harder now. I felt not only his tongue now but some fingers too. They traced along my outer lips and then Mike slipped one inside me. It was cold, but I didn’t care at that point. In fact, the cold somehow made it feel even better. Adding another finger, Mike did what I love best. His tongue played over my clit, he slid fingers inside me and he curled them up and dragged them out; brushing my g-spot each time. By then I’d lost all concentration and didn’t even notice I wasn’t paying enough attention to Mike’s cock. He noticed, of course. He stopped. “I thought you were making up for that snow trick? Should I stop what I’m doing?” he asked.I could only squeak out a muffled ‘no’. It’s a little hard to talk with a mouth full of dick. “Good girl. Then let’s continue.”I resumed sucking his cock in earnest and playing with his balls. Thankfully, Mike returned to pushing two fingers back inside of my pussy, which by now was dripping so much it was melting the snow underneath me. A few playful bites on my clit and I was ready to cum.Mike knows my telltale signs and sounds. So he sped up the movement of his fingers and, as I was about to cum, he removed his fingers. I almost stopped sucking him off then, but I suddenly felt my pussy being filled again. Not by his fingers – but, by the feel of it, a handful of snow. Mike must have scooped up the snow and shoved it in me. Before I could respond in any way, his teeth nipped my clit and he eased his fingers back inside of me, among all the snow.I don’t know if it was the cold or because I was already on the verge of cumming, but I climaxed then. Not a small everyday orgasm, either, but one like I’d never experienced.
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