“Thanks, babe, you’re the best.” She kissed my cheek and headed back to the pool. She turned and walked backward while she shouted, “I’ll send you a drink.” Then she turned and ran up to Beard and jumped into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist. His hands cupped her exposed ass cheeks. He jumped into the pool still holding Brooke’s ass. They surfaced, still intertwined, and laughed.
While they laughed, someone yelled “chicken fights.” I chuckled and checked the chicken thighs. I added a bit more wood, then glanced at the chicken fights to find Brooke, but the activity made it difficult to find a specific person. As I scanned the crowd, something bothered me about what was going on in the pool. Unlike Gary, I couldn’t put my finger on it. Before I could puzzle it out, James came up to me and thrust a beer at my chest. “For future reference, I serve guests, not hired help. Don’t expect more, unless that snooty bitch does more than flash her tits.” He stormed off without waiting for a response.
It took a second for me to realize that James meant my wife flashed him, and he thought I was part of the catering staff Ella hired, not a guest. “Fuck!” I wasn’t a guest, I realized. Ella didn’t say hi or even speak to me when I arrived. She thanked Brooke, not me. No one except Brooke and James had spoken to me all day.
I wasn’t even ‘hired help’ because I wasn’t being paid. That pissed me off. Only my pride and professionalism stopped me from serving ‘blackened’ New York Strip steaks. That, and my love for Brooke. I didn’t want to ruin the first day of pure fun she’d had in over a year.
Once the food was ready, I marched over to the pool so I could let Ella and her friends know. Before I got more than a couple of yards from the kitchen, James grabbed my arm. “You are to stay in the outdoor kitchen.”
I glared at him. “I was on my way to tell Ella and her OTHER guests that lunch is ready,” I snarled.
“I will let MISS Ella know. YOU stay in the outdoor kitchen,” He glared at me.
Our eyes locked. I seethed with rage but held back from going off on this self-important stuffed shirt for Brooke’s sake. I swallowed my pride and controlled my anger as I stormed back to the outdoor kitchen and made a plate for Brooke.
“Madame lunch is ready.” I heard him tell Ella. Everyone climbed out of the pool and grabbed towels to dry off. I searched for Brooke and watched her as she climbed the ladder. She was bottomless with a Cheshire cat grin on her face. Her legs trembled, as she wrapped a towel around her waist. Her stride faltered as she walked over to me.
“Hey, hun. It all looks so yummy.” She took the plate from my hands and kissed me. She had a faint taste of salt and sunscreen on her lips. She gave me her brightest smile, but there was fear in her eyes.
I smiled back; my anger faded as I looked at her beautiful face. “You may want to put on some sunscreen. Your face is turning red.”
Her shoulders slumped and her head dropped as she whispered, “It wasn’t the sun…”
“What?”
“It wasn’t the sun.” She couldn’t meet my eyes and her face reddened. “During the chicken fights, Ella lost her balance and was about to fall off Brad. Somehow, she saved herself but ended up backward. Then she knocked Cindy off Doug. Ella claimed it was her lucky position and she was right. No one could beat her.” I hated that my dick got hard as Brooke recounted the salacious details of what happened in the pool. I was both aroused by what she told me and scared that it would go too far, but I couldn’t even define to myself how far was too far.
“It came down to Gary and I against Ella and Brad. Since Ella’s position worked so well, I decided to try it. I mounted Gary backward and got ready to fight. As Ella and I struggled to knock the other one down, Gary’s nose rubbed my clit. You know how sensitive my clit is, especially when I’m horny. Since we didn’t finish, I’m horny as hell. At one point Ella almost knocked me off. Gary caught me but somehow the straps for my bottoms broke and they fell off. I didn’t realize I was bottomless, so I squeezed my thighs against his head to hold on, Then I felt his tongue inside me. I yelled at him to stop as I fought Ella but with my thighs covering his ears, he couldn’t hear me. As Ella and I tried to knock each other off Gary sucked on my clit and tongue fucked my pussy. I was so turned on I came hard. One of the best orgasms I ever had.”
My world had spun out of control. I couldn’t believe she just admitted this guy ate her cunt to orgasm in front of her classmates. “So, who won,” was the only thing I could think to ask.
“Ella realized what was going on, so she stopped her attacks and watched us. Ella squirmed and grinned at us as she grabbed Brad’s ears. I think Brad was going down on her. Before she could finish, we were told lunch was ready. When I got off Gary, he apologized for not stopping. I told him I understood. Then I came straight over to tell you. Are you mad? It was my fault. If I hadn’t asked him to carry me like that it wouldn’t have happened.”
I took a deep breath to control my emotions. Anger and lust battled for supremacy and lust won the fight. I saw how happy she looked and realized that she was making up for the teen years she never had.
Brooke worked full-time throughout high school. I was only the second guy she ever dated, and we got married on our five-month anniversary. We were both virgins on our wedding night. Now six years later, the wildest thing we had done, until today, was road head on the way back from our honeymoon.
I decided to let her have a hall pass today. Whatever happened would be fine, as long as she went home with me. I kissed her and whispered, “If you’re having fun, I’m happy. Enjoy yourself.” She kissed me, as I handed her the plate, then squeezed my hand and walked away. Brooke found a spot at the large picnic table, and I served the other guests who joined Brooke. Once they all had their food, I built myself a plate as they ate and laughed. As I made my way over to join them, the plate was jerked from my hand.
“Hired help is not allowed to eat with guests. Your lunch is in the staff kitchen. I believe it’s tuna salad on rye today.” James told me in a huff. I was fed up with being treated like a servant, and about to go off on this wannabe Mr. Belvedere when Ella dashed over to us.
“What’s the problem, James?” Ella looked at me than him. I forced my fist to open and blew out my breath to try and calm down.
“This hireling,” the word dripped with venomous disdain, “Keeps violating the terms of his contract.”
“This award-winning chef is both a guest and a friend. He’s Brooke’s husband who volunteered to cook lunch today as a favor to me after the caterer canceled. I think you owe him an apology.”
The look on James’s face was priceless as I snatched my plate back. “Now hireling, go get me a beer!” The satisfaction I felt was enhanced by the smug tone in my voice and the look of loathing he gave me. He spun on his heel and stormed off.
Ella grabbed my hand. “Thanks for saving my ass. “I hope you join in the fun. The staff will clean up.”