Before reading further, be sure to read and rate Part 1 of my trilogy, Unicorn at the Mon Chalet: Checking In, to learn how I got to this point.
The cannabis had melted away my inhibitions, leaving me adrift in a sea of sensations. I'd come alone, but I wasn't alone anymore. Two men were vying for me. My naked body tingled with anticipation of what we were about to do.
The man who slid over from the couple leaned in, his hand lightly brushing my pert breasts. "Do you mind if...? " he left the question hanging. God, I love when they ask permission. I always say ‘yes,’ but it’s such a turn-on knowing I hold all the power here. I turned, accepting his advance by pressing his hand closer and sliding my tongue between his parted lips. Behind me, the second man who had helped me into the pool shifted, uncertain. I reached back to confirm, ‘yes,’ I was available to him as well.
The weed clerk's promise about my inhibitions echoed in my mind. Oh my, he was so right. My anxiety had lightened to pleasant desire as four hands explored my body—one set calloused and direct, the other hesitant. I loved the mystery of whose touch was where; one grasping my breast, another between my thighs. My mouth alternated from one to the other, tasting each man’s unique desire for me, reveling in the thrill of being the center of attention. After a while, our friends from across the tub whispered and giggled among themselves and then excused themselves.
James, the confident one, introduced himself between kisses, his dark skin gleaming. "You like that? " he whispered as I parted my legs. "Oh yes," I breathed, inviting his fingers under the foaming water. I leaned back into the chest behind me, where bashful hands found my breasts. "Is this…okay? " came Darian’s softer voice. "Absolutely," I assured him, arching my back. His touch was comforting, very well suited to my twilight mood. I took it as a challenge to bring him out of his shell.
James had the swagger I normally preferred, but Darian stirred something deeper—his touch gentle yet masculine, his kiss a slow, quiet dance. My body tingled at the realization: I wanted fuck one man, but the other, Darian, I wanted him to make love to me. I knew Tom wouldn’t approve of such intimate feelings, but he sent me here, didn’t he? I pulled back slightly, "The way you kiss me…," I murmured as his tongue danced against mine.
When another couple joined us, James conceded me to Damian and took the opportunity to scoot away, "Save something for later, beautiful? " he winked, but I had already shifted my full attention to Darian.
With me to himself, Darian swelled against my back as his earlier shyness melted away in the heat between us. Was this authentic or a well-practiced act he’d learned to set himself apart in the lifestyle? Regardless, it worked. I was all his, and the hot tub's other occupants became background noise as we lost ourselves in each other—his exploring fingers inside me, beneath the churning water, while my hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking slowly. Normally, I’d subconsciously hold back with Tom watching. But he wasn’t here, was he? A thrill of rebellion coursed through me that somehow made everything more intense. I knew had to get my infatuation under control before I inevitably said something I regretted. I bit my lip, hard, as the word ‘love’ threatened to spill out between kisses. The sex was inevitable, but not these feelings. Tom had sent me for fun, not... whatever this was becoming.
I pulled myself onto the wooden deck, needing space to shake the fock from my head, but Darian followed. He knelt before me, his tongue circled my left areola before sucking the nipple deep into his mouth. As he lay me back, pulling my thighs wide, anxiety flashed through me— the condoms sat in my bag across the pool. Despite wanting him desperately, I pressed a hand against his chest. "Wait," I whispered, "we need protection. " His tip continued to penetrate despite my protest. "Let's move to the pool," I suggested abruptly, pushing harder this time. A flash of embarrassment crossed his face at his foul. He realized he was fucking this up and backed off, but his dick didn’t lose a bit of its vigor.
Rising from the jacuzzi, his cock stood proudly erect. God, I do want that thing in me, I thought, watching water stream down its length and over his heavy balls that I had firmly in my grasp. I couldn't resist leaning forward, licking his tip, then fully into my mouth to assess his full size; mentally preparing for him to stretch me open, very soon.
I marveled at how quickly our dynamic had shifted—not thirty minutes ago, he'd been a shy stranger. Now his hubris almost ruined everything. My cannabis high was beginning to wane, allowing me to recognize I was letting impulse guide me. But that was exactly what felt so very hot—that illicit feeling of cheating. Wasn’t this exactly what Tom fantasized, right?
Darian's fingers slid between my ass cheeks as he guided me down the steps into the pool. The water felt wondrously cool against my pussy lips as we entered. As soon as I was buoyant, I turned to hook my ankles around his waist. He grabbed my ass with both hands, his cock teasing me as we drifted languidly along the perimeter, in each other's arm softly kissing, bumping past other couples.
By the time we reached the deck chair where my things were piled, my entire body was screaming for more than kissing and touching. When I pulled myself halfway out of the pool to grab the bag with the condoms, Darian's strong hands opened my cheeks to softly rim my tight asshole with his tongue. “Oh my... Damian," I purred at this filthy new pleasure. The condom slipped from my fingers as I relaxed to fully enjoy his tongue darting between both my holes. I grabbed two gummies. They had gotten me this far, and I really didn’t want to lose this feeling of bliss. I popped them both in my mouth before turning around to slide one from my mouth into Darian’s.
Back in the pool, the taste of myself mixed with the cherry gummy on his lips drove me wild. I heard myself purr, "Take me to the bed, and fuck me properly. " The words shocked me. An hour ago, I'd resigned myself to pleasuring myself with the buzz of my vibrator. Now I was inviting this beautiful stranger to claim me completely…even without my husband’s encouragement.
We tiptoed along the pool bottom toward the steps. Everything moved in slow motion, each touch sensuous and deliberate. As we ascended the steps, Darian wrapped a towel around me, then his muscular arms lifted me onto the mattress by the pool. My arousal heightened as I felt eyes turn toward us, and spectators closed around us. His tongue flicked inside me, between my thighs, making me arch and grip the sheets. He paused, fumbling around for the protection I had so adamantly demanded a minute earlier. I smiled provocatively, "Fuck that. Ride me bareback. "
He didn’t hesitate for a second before parting my cunt with that fantastic cock. "My god, you feel amazing," I moaned, my nails digging into his back. He practically threw one leg over his shoulder to drive deeper. Hips rolling against mine, he ground against my clit while his heavy balls slapped rhythmically against my ass. Every so often, he’d flex inside me, his tip curving deliberately into my G-spot, making me shudder. His skill was undeniable. The way he varied his pace, slowing when I approached the edge, then driving me relentlessly toward release, all while maintaining perfect control over his own pleasure. Why did I even bother fucking around in the pool? THIS was what I wanted all along.
Through the haze of it all, Darian had me bent over, screwing me from behind when another cock appeared in front of me—James was back. The flaky remnants of his last conquest coated my tongue as I devoured him hungrily, gagging slightly as his thrust hit the back of my throat. Losing myself completely as they took turns taking every part of me, filling my mouth and both holes in a rhythm of gasps and groans. Darian's thrusts became erratic, his cock pulsing and swelling within me. I deliberately clenched. “That’s right, Damian…let it go! ”
The three of us lay together, taking a momentary breather. I dabbed a finger of Darian's oozing seed into my mouth. I whispered an invite, "I have some more ideas. Let’s go to my room. " Darian, sitting upright at my feet, flaccid, replied simply, "Sure. "
James, spooning me, begged off, "Would you mind if I joined you later? "
I begged him to cum when he was in my ass, but I knew he was holding back for the couple in the hot tub. I smiled and told him, "Room 11. No need to knock. " In our circles, that meant he might find more than Darian with me.
Darian slipped my robe onto me, grabbing his own and his bag of street clothes. It seemed our pool adventures were over for the night.
Stand by for Unicorn at the Mon Chalet, Part 3, Back in the Room