The first night hosting a four day swingers’ retreat and so far, everything was going smoothly. My guests were either in the watching a flogging demonstration in a pool house converted into a dungeon or frolicking on the grounds of this beautiful mansion on Biscayne Bay. I was making my way from the dungeon to the house when walking, past the open gazebo, I could see J.T. and Kyle, with beers in their hands, standing over their wives, as Lexi ate out Shari on the couch. At least I think it was Lexi. I could only see the back of her brunette head nestled between Lexi’s open legs. I walked up to the bar and poured myself a glass of wine and sipped it, hoping the bay breeze would cool me down, when I looked up at the house to see a man’s silhouette in a second floor window. Dixon, our chef. He’s not supposed to be looking at the activities. We had to have a talk. With a last slug of wine, I walked into the house and up to his room. I knocked on his door. He answered.
He said, “Hey how’s your orgy going?”
“I saw you in the window. You’re not supposed to be watching.”
“You’re not supposed to be drinking.”
The heat, the humidity, the sex all around me, or the fact that he was one of the best lays I’ve ever had; something made me kiss Dixon. Surprised at first, his hand wrapped around my wrist and dragged me into his room closing the door behind him, making me bump into the hard-on in his pants.
“What’s this?” I asked, stroking it.
He locked the door and said, “I know I’m not supposed to watch and I’ve been in my room the whole time, but I can see the whole pool area.”
We went to the window. I could see the whole backyard from this room. The foursome in the gazebo had turned into six as Tricia and Peter joined them. Peter was fucking Tricia doggy style who was kissing Shari as Lexi licked her off in front of their husbands.
Dixon said, “He’s really going at her.”
I whispered, “I’m so horny.”
He pressed my body from behind, pinning me against the window pane. His hot breath melted me as he kissed my neck. His hand wrapped around me to grab my tits, dragging his palms over my hardening nipples before tweaking them with his fingers. I squirmed against his hard body, rubbing my ass against his hard dick.
He whispered in my ear, “Why don’t I just slip it in? Just slip it in real quick.”
“Okay, but be quick,” I said, fishing a condom from my pocket and handing it to him before hiking up my little white denim skirt. “I’ve got to get back to work.”
The condom wrapper hit the floor and he backed off a little to put it on. In no time, his hands were back on me, holding me in place against the cold glass as he prodded my pussy folds with is up curved cock. I popped my butt up for easier entry and moaned as his penis entered me.
I said, “That feels soooo good. Oh, oh.”
I moved in rhythm with him, moaning with my face and palms pressed into the glass. I watched over the party while getting fucked from behind until I became lost in the sensations of his insistent cock. I closed my eyes when he nibbled at my ear. My legs began to tremble
“I’m gonna cum,” I said.
“Yeah, baby. Fuck. Oh fuck.”
He rammed into me as orgasmic spasms vibrated throughout my pussy caused me to shudder against the cold glass. Then came a knock at the door. I leapt from him, shoving my boobs back into my bra and straightening myself up as I walked towards the door. Vlad, our security guard, stood there. His nose wrinkled at the smell our sex.
“I saw you two in the window,” he said, menacing me with his heavy Russian accent. “You know the rules.”
I came to chastise Dixon and now I’m the one in trouble. I sighed.
Dixon said, “Hey man, don’t get her in trouble.”
Vlad said, “No trouble. Just work.”
From [The Miami Key Club](http://www.amazon.com/Miami-Key-Club-Julian-Delacourt-ebook/dp/B01BLUA4L2/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1455055853&sr=1-1&keywords=miami+key+club). [Kindle] Free on KU!
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