Pool Time

We joined our friends, our lifestyle family, for a trip to Mexico to celebrate El Jefe’s 50th birthday this weekend.  We went to a resort town and rented an amazing penthouse suite with three rooms for the three couples.  The pool at the resort has a swim-up bar.  It is mainly an Adults Only pool.  We love going to that pool bar.  We can spend the afternoon getting tipsy and enjoying the sun. 

Our first full day in Mexico started with breakfast sandwiches in the penthouse then we went into town to shop.  We parked where a smiling fellow ushered our car in. “Come back to me when you are done shopping, I am Jose.  Remember, Jose Cuervo!”  We laughed and went off to check out the shops.

We walked on the boardwalk with all the vendors trying to sell us their wares.  The other restaurant hawkers were also out in abundance trying to lure us into their restaurants like Jose Cuervo had.  We bought drinks from one and had them while shopping. 

Finally, we made our way back to Jose and had a fantastic lunch overlooking the ocean. It was as humid there as in the tropics.  The sultry weather added to the ambiance and the physical aspect of the day.  We drank Pina Coladas and ate ceviche, tacos, fajitas, shrimp and steak. It was decadent.

When we got back to the hotel everyone was ready for a swim. We changed into suits and headed down to the pool.  We brought drinks with us and started with those.  Soon though, we had to order from the bar because it was happy hour for a short time. We had missed most of it already.

Daddy was under strict orders from El Jefe that we were to get his wife Goddess good and tipsy.  For his birthday trip, he wanted her uninhibited and when she is inebriated she is much more her happy, horny, kinky self.  But then, so are most of us, right? Right.

So, Daddy brought me two happy hour drinks while El Jefe brought Goddess hers. “Drink up baby girl.” Daddy said. I was completely stuffed full of that fabulous lunch and had no room but I did as told and downed the first drink while Goddess drank hers.

As I drank, we all talked and carried on in the pool.  Daddy pinned me to the wall of the pool and kissed me with all his depths of passion.  I was weak with the need of him.  His hand rubbed my crotch through my bikini bottoms.  I shuddered and looked up to him with hunger. He pulled aside my bikini and rubbed my clit.  I held onto him tightly.  He was driving me wild with the heat of such contact.  I wanted him badly. 

The rest of the group were right there chatting and bantering away with us and other pool goers.  It was surreal to be overtaken by Daddy’s presence and then to realize, when I returned to my senses, that our whole group was right there talking away like nothing had happened.  Did anyone notice I had suddenly lost my ability to talk?  I suppose not or they knew and just enjoyed his company while he drove me mad in his arms. 

He pushed another drink in my hand, “Drink up, you’re falling behind.” I balked.  I was still so full, there was just no room in me. 

“Yeah, drink up bitch!” Goddess said, very tongue-in-cheek. She wouldn’t actually call me a bitch and mean it seriously.  Goddess, Painted Lady and I can talk like that to each other for the pure fun of it.  Right about then, though, Goddess was also feeling the affects of a pot brownie she had eaten.  She has some serious medical issues that enable her to have them legally.  The combination of that and the drinks made her quite fun, assertive and horny.   I took a sip or two of my drink, enough to appease her and Daddy.

I was praying the food would digest before too long and I could keep up.  I wanted to be in the same place as her and Painted Lady but I just wasn’t there yet.  I was uncomfortably stuffed and feeling pressed to keep up.  I wasn’t drunk at all as a result.  Painted Lady wrapped her arms around Goddess and I and pulled us into the middle of the pool while the men left to smoke cigars.  Cigars take a while so I hoped I’d have myself together by the time they got back. 

Painted Lady and Goddess kept the pressure on though.  Goddess was feeling no pain and wanted company.  Painted Lady was helping her push the alcohol for the fun of it.  “Come on now, you are a whole drink behind, what would Daddy say?” She jibed.  No one but me calls him Daddy usually.  She was working me by using my dynamic against me.  Mr. D treats me as an equal in public and with them.  Our dynamic is more a curiosity than something they actually see in action.  Still, they knew he had given an order.

I took a half hearted sip. “Come on,” Goddess said. “You aren’t even trying.  Daddy said to drink up!” At that point, even in all good fun, I had had about all I wanted of getting pushed to drink. 

“Well, Daddy’s not here right now!” I said, even before I realized I had formed the thought. You know how you can say something in the heat of the moment and even as the words are floating in a thought bubble above your head you want to take them back?  Yeah, it was like that. 

“Oooooo, I’m going to tell him you said that! You are going to be in soooo much trouble!” And even as Goddesss teased and I laughed off her taunts, I felt my heart sink. How had I gotten here to this moment of blatant defiance?  I wasn’t trying to defy Daddy.  I just wanted the pressure off.  

Fortunately, things turned around.  My stomach began to loosen its death grip on the food.  The three of us girls drifted into conversations with other people at the bar and we had great fun talking and laughing. When the men returned they joined us and we talked and played some more.

Goddess wasn’t done with me quite yet.  She was still high and very playful.  She grabbed the strings of my bikini top and pulled.  As I turned away, my breasts popped free of the suit.  I quickly gripped the material to my chest.  What started as a tease ended up being an all out battle in the middle of the pool.  Goddess grabbing any stray bit of bikini to pull the strings free and me trying to escape certain exposure.  

The boys and Painted Lady surrounded us to either protect the melee from being broken up by management, block the view of random onlookers or to be part of the action, I really couldn’t say who played what part.  Daddy ended up saving me and tying my suit back on me. He could see I wasn’t ready for full public exposure against my wishes.  Daddy is truly a protector at the best of times.  I love him for that.

Hooky – Part Two

Before we had anal sex that morning he had me on my back and had his cock buried deep inside my pussy.  My legs were wrapped around him and we were moving slowly. I was so happy to see him, be with him.  I felt giddy at our love and that we had come out of our first open relationship test so strongly.  Granted he’s done this before with his past wife but I haven’t.  This lifestyle is completely new to me.  All the feelings are mixed up and being felt for the first time on my side. I was in awe of him and of us.  How completely phenomenal to be able to have a life like this.

He took out the Hitachi and at first I cringed.  I have a love hate relationship with that thing.  I love that it helps me come for him.  I hate that I have no control and it is so strong that it rips them out of me.  I’m pretty sure it’s a sadistic pleasure for him that I love and hate it.  While he was buried deep inside me he put the Hitachi on my clit and turned it on low.  The vibration began to work its magic.  He already had me so hot that it did not take long this time.  He moved inside me very slowly.  

“I want you to come for me.” I nodded.  I wanted to come for him just as badly.  I love giving him want he wants.  I felt the telltale signs of my body tightening up.  He kept fucking me slowly, not interfering with the vibrations.  His voice seduced me as he talked propelling me towards the orgasm.  Oh so swiftly my body rocked and bucked as I came. 

“Oh yeah, squeeze me baby.  I can feel it.  Yessss.” His cock was in me while I came so he was getting gripped by my convulsions.  After the convulsions slowed I thought he’d take the Hitachi away but he didn’t.  I was so sensitive and still so turned on that in a few moments I felt it rocket me to orgasm again. Finally, he turned the thing on high and one last time I gripped his cock with my inner muscles.  It was mind blowing how he pulled that out of me.  His words whispered to me and the vibrations rolling over me as his cock filled me was a magic combination.

After this and the marathon anal sex, we were all but exhausted and laying on the bed next to each other.  Daddy was saying how famished he was and what a terrible girlfriend I was to deny him food for marathon sex. He was joking of course but I know he had to be starving.  I was laying against him on my stomach as we talked and basked in the glow. He ran his hands up and down my back, over my ass cheeks and down my thighs while we talked.  It felt divine.  I felt punch drunk in love with him right then.  The masses of endorphins rushing through us had us both on such a high. I can’t tell you how incredible his stroking fingers felt.  We were in a love bubble and didn’t want it to end.  

Up and back his fingers caressed and tickled my skin.  He was telling me how much passion he felt with me and how sexy I was.  The stuff that makes every woman beam with joy.  The thing about Mr. D is he is so genuine.  He is gifted at flattery but he is telling the truth and it shows.  He truly feels what he says and it sends me completely off the planet to hear it.  Soon I had the tingling of desire for him again.  I kissed him with all the passion I felt for him and he responded in kind. He rolled me over and slid his cock inside me.  He had fucked every hole so thoroughly that morning. When he thrust inside my pussy again it felt like he was deeper than he’d ever been before.  I wrapped my body around his and he thrust over and over with an incredible strength.  I felt like he was plowing me right into the bed.  I was so well used by then though that I wanted every strong thrust he had to give.  I was in complete abandon and felt him matching me with all the passion he had.  Finally with a great grunting moan he blasted his come far up inside me.  It was the perfect end to our marathon of fervent fucking and reconnection.

As we recovered he said, “No cuddling for you.  If you come back over here we’ll never get food and I’ll die here.”  I laughed and knew we were done for that day.  We went to breakfast even though it was already 1pm in the afternoon. I felt so drunk with love the rest of the day.  After two years, the incredible connection we have is still alive and strong.