Jon and I arrived two hours later than we had planned on Friday night. The traffic as we drove through LA had been really slow and our anticipated 6 hour drive had turned out to be more like 8 hours. We followed Del Monte and then turned right on to Pacific where we quickly found the hotel and turned in to the underground garage. Because all of the spaces were taken, the desk clerk told Jon to park the car right next to the lobby. I was glad we had driven my car for the weekend.
We found our second floor room to be totally comfortable. The bed was turned down and a small fire flickered in the fireplace. Although it was July, the evening was a little chilly thanks to the breeze coming across the nearby bay. The rough hewn bedstead, lamp table and the tile floors were warm and cozy, just as I remembered them from my previous visits with Mark, my husband. The room had a small balcony which faced toward the lobby area. The street was to the right.
Jon and I were here as a couple because of a drawing he had won at our swingers club. Pairs had pulled tickets out of a bowl and he and I had won an all expenses paid weekend at this luxury hotel in Monterey. Mark and his friend had won an all expenses paid weekend on a yacht with a small crew. They were going to take it out to one of the islands and stay in a secluded cove. I liked my prize better.
I stood looking out the louvered window at the small courtyard our room was facing. The floodlights were dimmed and the fountain had been turned off for the night but the scene was very nice. Jon came up behind me and slipped his arms around my waist. He nuzzled into my neck and kissed the back of my bare shoulder. I could smell his manly scent as he gently nibbled my skin. I felt my nipples harden as his hands moved up my body until each grasped a breast and gently kneaded it. I closed my eyes and leaned back against his muscular body. In a few minutes his slightly rough hands were inside my blouse and my bra was on the floor. Then he lifted the hem of my skirt and I felt his hard cock pressing into my firm buns. One of his fingers probed my slit and his thumb worked on my clit nub. I couldn't believe how wet I was already. He gently moved me so I was bent over the couch and he slid his nice stiff cock into my pussy from behind. There had been not a word from him or me. No sounds had been exchanged except low moans. He steadily fucked into me in long strong strokes, the only sound was the squishy sound of our fluids and our skins as we mated. Gradually he increased the pace and changed the rhythm until he was pounding his fuck stick into my cunt like a savage beast. We rutted like animals, I felt sweat beading on my forehead and between my breasts as the orgasm approached, it didn't feel like a kitten, it felt like a lioness.
"Baby, I'm gonna fuck you until you can't stand up." My stud grunted into my ear. My body shook with anticipation.
"Here's my first load Lynn, my first, but not my last. I'm gonna fuck the shit out of your hot pussy!"
"Yes! OHHHHH, Fuck me baby, make me cum..." I felt his cum. It was powerful and hot as it gushed into my body. "This is going to be one hot weekend." I thought.
After a few minutes of recovery, we cleaned up and fell into the bed. We fucked twice more before falling to sleep still in full penetration and wrapped in each other's arms.
It was nine o'clock when I awoke. Jon had begun kissing my shoulder again and his once again hard cock was nudging against my hip. I rolled over to face him directly and put my knee on his hip. His cock entered my beckoning pussy without hesitation. We fucked like that for several minutes. His hard strong thrusts quickly brought me to another climax. I felt his cock pulsing and pumping as he deposited his first load of the day deep inside me.
Then he rolled me over and helped me to my knees and mounted me from behind. He was ready again! I could hear a family preparing for their day right outside of our room. The kids sounded like teenagers and they wanted to go on a bike ride and the dad and mom wanted to the aquarium. Jon sawed his throbbing cock in and out of me with ferocious power. My knees were getting shaky.
"Wow, Lynn, what if they could see us? What if that was a glass door and that family was watching me fuck you? Wouldn't that be hot, having the kids watch my big cock going in and out of your wet pussy, watching your tits sway? Take it baby, take more and more...Take my cum. I'm gonna fuck you at least five times today." I felt him cumming again.
After a short while, we cleaned up and got dressed. I wore a plunging neckline halter top with no bra and a very short pair of shorts that looked painted on. If I was going to be here with this young stud (is this what they mean by boy-toy?) I needed to keep him interested. Jon was one of the youngest guys in the club and a good 10 years younger than my husband. He was what one would call "ruggedly handsome". Not a pretty pampered looking guy, but tan, muscular and sort of craggy features. He actually worked for a swimming pool contractor as a refurb expert. He was used to working with stone and concrete and tile. He was tan, a little shorter than Mark and had medium length sun bleached but basically dark hair. His green eyes were pale and he had a good looking smile but not perfect teeth.
Then we headed for the continental breakfast service in the lounge above the hotel lobby. It was nicely presented with fruit, juices, breads and cereals and coffee and tea. I dished up some melon slices and poured a glass of juice then found an empty table. Jon was pouring a cup of coffee when I heard someone call my name.
"Lynn? Is that you?"
I looked up in time to see Anne, an old friend and former colleague standing by my table.
"Oh, hi Anne, how are you?" I didn't know how to be polite and yet not engage a conversation with this long time friend.
"I thought I recognized you. Where's Mark?"
Just then, Jon walked up. He was wearing a tight golf style shirt and tight shorts. The bulge of his manhood was not well concealed.
"Ah, Anne, this is... ah, my friend, Jon. Jon, Anne."
Anne's face was painted with curiosity. "Hello Jon, nice to meet you." She said, still giving me a quizzical look. There was a moment of awkwardness as Anne stood there looking at me and Jon. Neither of us knew what to say. I saw her eyes drift to my cleavage and to his crotch.
"Well, okay then...nice to meet you Jon. Maybe we'll see you a little later." She smiled and left the room. In the foyer I could see Rick, her husband. We had only met a few times so he just kind of waved as she gestured toward us. Rick looked like he had gained 30 pounds and lost half of his hair since the last time I had seen him. I noticed that Anne kept looking at us until they were out of sight.
"Are you okay?" Jon asked as he sat down.
"Yeah, but that was a little awkward. I wonder if they're staying here too."
Jon grinned crookedly. "You know what I always say...'Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke'"
I looked him in the eyes. "No, stud, the only one you're fucking this weekend is me." I said softly.
He boldly reached across the table and rubbed the back of his fingers on one of my prominent nipples through my top. "Okay with me, lady, any time you want." I felt my pussy twitch as I blushed and moved his hand away.
We spent the day walking around looking at art galleries in town and eventually made it to Fisherman's wharf and ended up with an early dinner at the nicest restaurant there. I had scallops and he had shrimp. With dinner we drank a bottle of great local wine so we were glad we had walked because we were not in great shape for driving back to the hotel. We stood at the end of the wharf and watched a pair of otters maneuvering around the marina. I was surprised when I realized that Jon was caressing my tits inside my halter as he gently humped his bulge into my ass. We were right there on the wharf and there were other people around. He kissed my neck and ears.
"Are you ready to head back to the hotel?" He whispered to me.
