Wild Invitation

The sunlight was warm when I opened my eyes and it shined through the bedroom window. Somewhere beyond the balcony, soft waves rolled onto the shore. A lazy breeze stirred the curtains. The room still smelled faintly of salt, sweat, and sex. My body felt deliciously used. My thighs were sore, lips were swollen and my skin was humming from everything we'd done the night before.

I stretched and rolled onto my side.

He was already awake, propped up on one elbow, watching me like I might disappear if he blinked. That lazy, satisfied look was still there, but something else had crept in too. Hunger and awe. Something darker.

For a second neither of us spoke.

Everything from last night came rushing back. The club. The music. The way I'd pulled him into me without hesitation, shameless and soaked, right there in the middle of the crowd. The hallway after. His mouth. And then the part I hadn't expected.

The couple watching.

Something about that had flipped a switch inside me. Turned the moment into something darker. Dirtier. So much hotter.

I hadn't just let them see.

I'd wanted them to. I felt powerful having him lick his fresh cum out of my pussy. He was so into it and didn't let a drop drip out. It was as if he was worshiping my clit. He was amazing!

And now I couldn't stop thinking about it.

The rush. The surrender. The way I'd stared straight at them while I came on my husband's mouth, my hips shaking, his eyes wide as he watched me fall apart.

My cheeks warmed just remembering it.

The memory alone had me wet again.

I went down by the pool and stretched out on a lounger in the tiniest bikini I'd ever dared wear outside our room. I'd worn thongs before, sure. Just... not out in public like this. This little silver metallic thong barely covered my pussy. He will shit when he sees it, I thought. I usually let him buy these for around the bedroom, but i had purchased this as a surprise. I originally had no intentions of wearing it outside of the room, but today I felt brave.

I wanted people to stare.

I shifted slightly, squeezing my thighs together. Trying not to squirm.

God, I needed him. I was in the mood to get off again in public. I enjoyed the fear of being caught and maybe watched.

Almost as if he'd heard the thought, his voice came from behind me.

"Jesus Christ..."

I looked up.

He was standing at the edge of the lounger, staring at me. Not even pretending to hide it. The outline of his hard-on pressed clearly against his swim shorts. I loved how he could not stop staring. He was mesmerized by me in the little bikini.

"I leave you alone for ten minutes," he muttered, "and you show up looking like that?"

I smiled slowly. Wicked.

"Maybe I wanted to see who else would stare."

His jaw tightened immediately.

His eyes darkened.

Just like that, the game was back on.

I didn't give him time to answer.

I reached for his hand and pulled myself up, moving slowly on purpose, letting my body brush against his as I passed. The sun caught my skin, the curve of my back, the silver thong hugging my ass like a secret I dared the world to notice.

He followed. Of course he did.

I led him straight to the pool.

Step by step I walked down the stairs, letting the water climb my legs... my hips... my stomach... until it finally touched the bottom of my boobs.

He joined me a moment later, his eyes never leaving me.

Around us the pool had come alive. Music thumped from the speakers overhead. Staff were gathering people for some kind of game in the shallow end. Laughter. Splashes. Voices everywhere.

Perfect cover.

I drifted deeper into the water until only my shoulders and head stayed above the surface.

He met me halfway.

The heat between us was instant.

Leaning closer he murmured under his breath, "Do you even realize how insanely hot you look right now?"

I smirked and leaned toward his ear.

"Oh, I know."

His hands found my waist beneath the water, fingers sliding across bare skin. No tie-side bottoms today. Just a whisper of fabric.

"I've been thinking about last night," I whispered.

"Yeah?"

"I came so hard with that couple watching us."

His fingers tightened slightly on my hips.

"I've never felt anything like that before," I added softly, brushing my lips along his cheek. "And now I can't stop thinking about it."

His breath slowed.

"I'm already soaked," I murmured.

"Jesus," he muttered, glancing around the pool.

No one was looking.

I slid closer until my chest pressed against his. My arms looped around his shoulders. Under the water I wrapped one leg around his thigh and rubbed slowly against him. He was as hard as can be.

"I want you to touch me," I whispered.

"Here?"

I bit his earlobe. "Now."

He kissed me.

Slow at first. Deep. The kind of kiss that makes everything else disappear.

His hand slipped between my thighs beneath the water, fingers moving in slow teasing strokes.

I whimpered softly into his mouth.

Normally that wouldn't have been enough. I usually needed more... his mouth, a toy, something stronger.

But right now?

Something was different.

The heat from last night hadn't faded. It had grown. Every nerve ending in my body felt awake. Raw. The memory of being watched still burned through me.

And now his hand was between my legs.

In a pool full of strangers.

His fingers slid higher until his thumb found my clit.

I gasped.

Not loud. Just enough for him to hear.

My hips jerked against his hand.

"You're so wet for me," he whispered against my lips.

I nodded, breathless.

"You never get this close from my fingers," he added quietly.

"I do now." And I meant it.

My breathing had already gone shallow. My whole body trembled.

I couldn't take it anymore. Slowly I turned in his arms and pressed my back against his chest. My ass settled against him, feeling the solid heat of him beneath his swim trunks.

My hand slipped behind me. I tugged his waistband down just enough to free him.

His hardness felt so good in my hand. It turned me on even more at how.much he was enjoying this. I slid my thong aside. Guiding him. Lowering myself slowly until he filled me completely.

He groaned into my neck.

I clenched around him, biting back a moan.

The water hid most of us. Everyone around the pool was distracted by the games and music anyway.

Even if someone had noticed...

I wasn't sure I would have stopped.

He started moving slowly inside me. Deep strokes. One hand on my stomach. The other still between my legs, circling my clit with practiced ease.

I was already shaking.

"You feel so good," he murmured against my neck.

"I'm going to come," I whispered.

His fingers sped up.

My body locked instantly.

The orgasm hit me hard and fast, my muscles clenching as I bit down on my lip, riding every pulse while he kept moving inside me.

It was overwhelming.

My legs trembled.

And then it snapped.

My orgasm ripped through me in a sudden wave. Raw. Electric. My knees buckled and I clung to him as my body tightened around him.

A choked sound escaped my throat.

At that exact moment a volleyball slammed across the net nearby. Cheers erupted. Whistles blew. Music surged louder.

No one heard.

Except him.

He felt everything. The way I clenched around him. The way I completely came undone.

It pushed him over the edge.

With one final deep thrust he buried himself inside me and came hard.

He groaned against my neck as he finished, both of us panting, hearts pounding, the water moving quietly around us.

For a moment neither of us moved.

I could still feel him inside me. The warmth. The shock of what we'd just done.

And instead of guilt...

I smiled.

Still trembling, I turned and kissed him softly.

"You're going to get us in so much trouble," I whispered.

He grinned.

"You started it."