It was at the July 4th pool party where it happened. The day was so hot, it had to be one hundred degrees. Between the music, the margaritas, and the abundance of people, the party was one of the wildest I had ever attended.
Before we got there my husband of twenty-five years woke me up that morning by sliding his head under the sheets and between my legs. Unfortunately, the unexpected sound of the doorbell cut short what should have been a very welcomed morning orgasm. He never made it back to bed to finish what he had started so I took a slightly frustrating shower before getting dressed and ready for the day.
We made it to the pool party and it was in full swing. I didn’t say anything to my husband but the crowd seemed a bit younger this year and lots of the young men and women were in amazing shape. There were definitely more muscles and skin than I had ever seen.
After a few hours of snacking, drinking, and talking my husband found us a nice spot to lounge and relax. Laying back into the lounge chair I took one long look around and I could have sworn some of those guys were talking about me as they looked my way and even if they weren’t, it made me feel good to think they were.
I laid back into the lounge chair, adjusted my sunglasses, and began to absorb the sun. It wasn’t long after that my mind began to drift. I started thinking about that morning and my husbands’ tongue pressed into my clit. I could feel the tingle between my thighs and had to keep making adjustments to my position.
The thought of his tongue swirling around between my folds took over my thoughts and I found myself in a pleasant hazy daydream of pleasure. I must have begun moving around a little too much when my husband tapped me on the arm and said, “Honey, is everything okay?”
I opened my eyes and smiled before responding, “Yes.”
He then asked, “Do you want another drink?”
I knew I needed to snap out of the haze I was in so I offered to go get them. I grabbed my cell phone and headed off to the bar. Making my way through the throngs of people I had to twist and squeeze. Luckily the groups of half-naked, good-looking younger men all pleasantly smiled as I made my way through.
Once I got to the bar, I could tell by the loud crowd that there was a good time being had. Seeing that the crowd around the bar was four to five people deep I knew that getting a drink may be rather difficult. I quickly sent a text to my husband, “A lot of people at the bar, this may take a minute.”
As I tried to squeeze my way through, my phone buzzed with his reply, “No problem.”
Once I squeezed through to the bar it was a wild scene. People cheering and doing shots. The bartender was pouring drinks everywhere. I knew I would have to wait for her to turn my way and try to get her attention.
As I waited it seemed more and more people were squeezing in. That’s when I felt a touch. Someone behind me hand placed their hand on my ass and it wasn’t moving. I somehow maneuvered my free hand so I could push what turned out to be a large hand from its place on my ass.
I pushed it away but in seconds I felt the hand back on my ass again.
I texted my husband, “Someone has placed their hand on my ass”.
He responded, “A guy or a girl”?
I texted back, “By the size of his hand I’m pretty sure it’s a guy”.
He sent back, “Can’t blame him you do have a really nice ass”.
I started to text him another message when suddenly that same hand slid down my bikini bottom and onto my bare ass. I reached back to try and pull it out but as I wrapped my hand around his wrist, his hand slid down further and I felt his fingers press against my pussy.
The thoughts of how horny I was earlier filled my mind and for some unknown reason I let go of his wrist. As his strange fingers began trying to find their way around, I immediately noticed the wetness between my folds that had probably been with me for some time. I began to panic at the thought that soon this stranger would find that wetness too.
My panic became an unexpected feeling of exhilaration when suddenly a finger pressed between my folds and my wet hole. My mind was frozen but my body had its own response as my legs adjusted. Then reality hit me again as the panic set in and I quickly texted my husband, “Babe he just slipped his hand down my bikini and his finger is in my pussy”.
The response on my phone was just as quick, a shock face emoji and the message, “I’m on my way”.
The man's finger began pressing in and swirling around. I could feel myself getting wetter by the second. Then the pressure grew as a second finger pushed in and began filling my hole. My legs became weak as my pussy began to warm. I could feel my clit begin to harden against the fabric of my bikini and my legs instinctively spread further apart.
The man's fingers were moving up and down and I strained to hold the moans inside so no one would know how close I was to orgasm right there at that bar. I looked at my phone to see my husband's message, “I’m trying to get there”.
I thought I’d better tell him where to find me when suddenly the fingers that were caressing my inner womanhood withdrew leaving me motionless. I looked to my left and right as on each side two new young men squeezed in making the crowd even tighter. What if one of them was the owner of the fingers that were causing my extreme wetness?
I received an unexpected answer when I felt my biking bottoms being pulled down. This time it wasn’t panic, it was more of a shocked feeling. I was stuck, jammed among people's bodies, unable to move, exposed for anyone to see. None of this seemed to deter the aching inside my pussy.