July 4th at The Sagamore - Part 1

"How long has your family been coming here?"

That's my girlfriend Marie asking the question. The 'here' she's referring to is The Sagamore Resort, which is on and island just off the mainland on Lake George in upstate New York.

"More than 100 years," I answer and she looks at me with wide eyes.

"Wait, really?"

I nod. The hotel's been open since 1883 and my family started coming soon after that, so the real answer is more than 125 years, but after a century I'm not sure a few extra years really matter.

Now, I don't want to mislead you. My family is not filthy rich. We're not talking nine figure net work. My dad's is eight figures, though (that's $10 million+ for those that need it spelled out). Someday, I'll inherit part of that net worth, though for now mine is smaller as I merely work at my dad's law firm. Yes, I'm a nepo hire, but I can't say that I give a damn about that. It's a good job that pays exceptionally well and I'd really have to fuck it up to miss out on being a partner some day. I'll have to work for it - they don't just give it to you even if your dad is a partner - but I have an inside track.

"Actually," I begin with a hint of pride in my voice, "my family first came here in the late 1800s, not long after the hotel first opened. It was grand even back then, but it's gotten a little grander since."

Marie squeezes my hand a little tighter. She's wearing a slightly conservative – and I do mean slightly - white and yellow sundress with espadrile wedge heels and a delicate silver necklace that I gave her on our six month anniversary (dating anniversary, that is, we're not even engaged yet). She normally wears something that exposes more cleavage, but she's smart enough to understand that my parents might be disappointed if she did so on this particular trip. There's already been plenty of flesh exposed, though, as Marie was out of her dress in a flash the moment we stepped into our suite. The sex was exceptional - it's always exceptional with Marie - and we laid naked in bed for a while before freshening up to take a stroll around the expansive grounds of the hotel.

I know that Marie is imagining a future with me. A good future. One where we continue the family tradition of coming to The Sagamore for July 4th every year. One where we buy a nice place on the Upper West Side and start a family. One where we spend a month every summer in The Hamptons, or rather she spends a month there while I work during the week and come out on the weekends.

I like that Marie is imagining a future with me because I'm doing the same thing with her. I've been doing it since we met at a little club in the East Village. My friend's band was playing and while they're not especially good, I go to support them as often as I can. They happened to play really well that night and had taken my suggestion to work a handful of covers into their set, so the crowd was pretty amped up. I'd had a few drinks so when I saw Marie smile at me I took it as a suggestion that she was ready to be flirted with. I'm pretty sure she wasn't, at first, but I'm pretty charming when I've had a few drinks and by the end of the night I'd gotten her number. I took her on a date a week later and we've been together ever since.

The July 4th trip is meant for family or those who will become family. It's understood that you don't bring a casual acquaintance, that you don't risk the harmony and happiness of the week by coming with someone where there might be a risk of the relationship blowing up because you've never been on an overnight stay before. Marie knows this, mostly because my parents were quite delighted when we all had dinner together and I informed them that I was inviting Marie to The Sagamore. Neither of them came right out and said anything, but when my mom reached across the table to squeeze Marie's hand she'd made it perfectly clear that I was telling my parents just how seriously I took my relationship with Marie.

"Do people get married up here?" she asks as we stroll by a massive lawn that could absolutely hold a wedding.

I squeeze her hand a little. "They do. My sister did, in fact. It was a beautiful wedding and a great party."

"It must be expensive."

I look and see a touch of sadness on her face. I understand that the sadness is because Marie's parents are not especially well off and that even if they've saved money for their daughter's wedding, it wouldn't be enough to cover the six figure expense of getting married at The Sagamore.

"Well, for what it's worth, after that dinner - the one where I told them I'd invited you up here for July 4th - my mother informed me that they'd put aside money for each of their children's weddings, not just the girls. Plus, I could actually afford it. I've been very good about saving my money."

Marie stops and I turn to see the beginnings of tears in her eyes. We haven't talked explicitly about our future before so I'm fairly certain that it's tears of happiness I see. I want to be sure, though, so I study her face for a few moments before smiling and pulling her close.

"I love you, Derek," she says softly. "I love you so much."

Yes, tears of happiness. "I love you too, Marie."

"There are private residences you can rent," I say. "One is a really big house they call The Castle. It's not really a castle, though it has some stone features. It would be really nice for a wedding night, though. Private and with a beautiful view of the lake."

I might be laying it on a little thick. I do feel like I want to marry Marie, though, so I see no reason not to lay it on thick. Mostly I just like that she seems so happy at the prospect of being married to me. She's wearing a big smile as I describe the private house and I get to feel good about causing that smile, so mission accomplished.

"Can we get in some pool time today?" she asks.

"Absolutely."

We go back to our room and change into our swimsuits. I know Marie has bikinis, but she selects an elegant black one piece. It looks expensive and I like that she made an effort to fit in with my family. I also feel a little bad that she feels like she has to fit in, but it's probably the right choice. It's not hard to make my mom feel scandalized, and flashing too much skin while at The Sagamore is one way of doing that.

As we grab towels by the pool entrance I see the guy handing them out give Marie a long look. Her swimsuit does offer a bit of cleavage and his eyes seem glued to it.

I take her hand as we search the pool deck for a set of chairs with a view of the lake.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asks with a smile.

She knows I did. She knows me very well. Better than anyone. "You know I did."

We find a set of lounge chairs and she kisses me on the cheek. "Do you want me to have a little fun?" she whispers.

My cock stirs and then it grows enough that I have to sit before the bulge becomes obvious. Marie sits across from me and rests a hand on my knee. She doesn't say a word because we agreed that she wouldn't play on this vacation, that the risk of discovery by one of my fourteen family members in attendance was too high.

Marie also knows that I want to give her permission to have a little fun. I don't know if she'd actually do it if I gave her the green light, but I'm sitting there on the lounge chair and thinking very hard about it when my sister shows up.

"Marie, it's so good to see you!" Claire says. She means it, too. She and Marie have become good friends since they met two months into our relationship. We go to dinner with Claire and her husband Wesley at least once a month and Marie has become well-acquainted with my two nieces, who love her, because of course they love her, because she's amazing.

"Where's Wes?" Marie asks after the hug.

"Golfing," Claire says. "He loves the course here."

"You don't golf?"

Claire shakes her head. "I tried. I did. My dad wanted me to get into it. It never took, though. I just find it so boring."

Marie laughs.

"You're taking lessons though, right?" Claire asks.

"I am. I started as soon as the weather warmed up. I'm trying, but to be honest, I'm still pretty terrible and I'm not convinced that I'm ever going to get good."

Marie looks amazing in the skirt and collared shirt combo that many women favor for golfing. For that reason alone I'd like it if she kept up the habit, but I understand that it just doesn't take for some people. I love her for trying, though, and I actually think she's better than she thinks she is, which is what I say when I stand up to hug my sister. I'm thankful for the conversation they had because it offered enough time for my boner to deflate.

Soon enough we all settle onto our lounge chairs and relax for a little while before the heat becomes too much and we go swimming. Marie and I kiss a few times in the pool but not much. We've made out in a pool before, but The Sagamore is the kind of place where you might find someone gently reminding you that it's a family resort if they found you fiercely kissing in the pool.

We do find ourselves alone in the pool after Claire has retreated back to her lounge chair. Our arms rest on the concrete edge of the pool as we look out at the lake while the sun inches towards the horizon.

"Sorry about earlier," she says.

"What?"

She looks at me and smiles. "About the teasing and getting you excited. I know we agreed that there would be no play this weekend."

I move closer and put my hand around her waist under the water. "I thought about it the moment I saw him eyeing your breasts. I also thought that he seemed like your type, and then I thought about you...well, you know."

She smiles and kisses me on the cheek. "Did you think about me sucking his cock?" she whispers.

My cock is suddenly straining against the confines of the netted underwear in my swimsuit. I nod and Marie's hand moves under the water. For just a moment she squeezes my cock, teasing me in the way she's so damn good at doing.

"So did I," she says.

Then Marie swims away, leaving me nursing a boner under the water. I'm happy, though. Blissfully happy. Marie is the only woman I've ever shared my sexual fantasies with. The real ones. Not the 'dress up like a French maid' style fantasies. The ones where I want her to play with other people and tell me about it. Or, on rare occasions when everything works out, play with other people while I watch. I've never dated someone where I felt even remotely safe to share those fantasies, but I felt safe with Marie and I was right.

She'd been the one to ask. "Do you have any fantasies?" was her exact question. I might not have shared them if we hadn't just polished off a bottle of wine, but I did. I went slowly and used a lot of qualifying language, but I shared them. Marie then crawled into my lap and told me about her last boyfriend, about the sex they had. She did so while I was inside her, while she was grinding on my lap. It was really quite spectacular and it turned out to be the first of many instances where she would cater to my fantasy. It has since become a significant part of our sex life, though she hasn't racked up a huge body count, in case you're wondering.

After my erection deflates, I spin around to look at Marie. She's drying off while talking to Claire. Then she walks away with the towel in her hand. She glances at me and smiles. I watch as she walks right up to the towel guy - the one that checked out her breasts - and hands her wet towel to him. He hands her a dry one. She doesn't turn and come back, though. She stays there. She talks with him. Her body language says that she's flirting a little. My cock grows again. I love my girlfriend more than you can imagine.

Marie returns to her lounge chair, sets her dry towel down, and unfurls her body on it. She looks at me, smiles, and blows me a kiss. I return the gesture and then swim laps until my cock is soft.

We have dinner as a family that night. It's wonderful and Marie is charming and rather breathtaking in a sundress, this one red and white with a bit more cleavage on display than the first. It's tasteful, though, and I can tell that my mother doesn't object.

After dinner, Marie and I go for a walk. The moon is full and the lake is especially beautiful at night. We find our way to a private spot on the shore and sit in the grass. Marie's lips find mine soon after. My hand moves up her thigh and my fingers press against her panties as our tongues entwine. We probably shouldn't be fooling around outside of our room, but I'm certain we're not the only couple at the resort having a little light fun outside.

"Were you flirting with the towel guy?" I ask.

"I was," she replies. "He's handsome. Pretty funny, too."

My cock stirs. Sometimes I marvel at the intensity of the arousal I feel when Marie indulges - even in a small way - in my fantasy. I can't help it, though. I've been this way for most of my adult life. It's just a thing I get off on and there's little to be done about it.

"He lives in Bolton Landing," she says. That's the town a stone's throw from the island. "He gave me his number, said he could be back here in no time."

She strokes me through my shorts. My cock is so hard it hurts. All I can think about is my beautiful girlfriend sucking another man's cock. I've seen it once. It was incredible. This might sound crazy, but watching her give someone else a blowjob was way hotter than any blowjob I've received.

"It's a big place. We wouldn't have to do anything in our room. We wouldn't have to take that risk. Hell, I could tell him to meet us here," she says.

We kiss deeply. I finger her. She strokes my cock. She's wet enough that I'm convinced that she wants to play just as badly as I want her to play.

"Be honest," I say, "do you want to do this just for me - just because you know it turns me on - or is it for you too?"

She smiles. "For me, Derek. For both of us, really, but playing has turned me on from the start. From the moment you mentioned it. Truly. I know you find that hard to believe - and I don't blame you - but it's really hot to me and the idea of sucking that cute guy's dick while you watch is insanely fucking hot to me. I can't explain why - just like you can't explain why all of this turns you on - but who the hell cares?"

"Fair enough."

"Should I text him?"

I can't help but worry that it's a terrible decision. After all, isn't there a good chance the towel guy will tell his friends that he got a blowjob from a hotel guest? Isn't there a chance that he gets too friendly with Marie over the rest of our stay and ends up raising red flags for my family? All of that is possible, but I'm not thinking straight.

"Yes."

She texts him. She lets him know where we are. We continue to fool around while we wait for his arrival. I'm hard as a rock and Marie is utterly soaked by the time we hear footsteps. He comes through the trees and sees us.

"Hey," he says. He looks nervous, but of course he does. He's probably 25 - five years younger than us - and I realize that there's a very good chance he'd get fired for doing what he's doing, so he's taking a risk too, in a way.

Marie gets up and goes to him. She kisses him, which catches him off guard. It only takes a moment for him to sink into the kiss, though, and then his hands are moving over his back and he's grabbing her ass through her sundress. Then she's rubbing his cock through his jeans and I'm sitting in the grass wondering if it would be weird to masturbate. I decide that it would be, which is why my cock stays in my shorts.

"This is Tommy," Marie says as she leads the young man closer. "Tommy, this is Derek."

He waves awkwardly and I do the same.

Marie kisses Tommy's neck. "I'm going to suck your dick now," she says. "I want you to stand while I get on my knees for you. I want you to focus on me, not him. He's going to watch, but you don't need to interact with him. Also, I should warn you that I give exceptionally good blowjobs, so don't feel bad if you cum quickly."

They kiss as she loosens his belt and unbuttons his jeans. They fall to the ground and she lowers his underwear enough to reveal a long, somewhat thin cock. He moans into her mouth as she strokes him and I'm damn near out of my mind with desire as I watch my girlfriend's fingers move up and down another man's shaft.

"One more thing," Marie says, "as much as it would probably be fun to talk about what's going to happen here tonight, I need your word that you won't tell anyone that you got your dick sucked by a guest. If you want you can talk when we've gone home, but not until then. Do you understand?"

"I do. I absolutely do. I have no plans on telling anyone."

She smiles and studies his face for a moment. "Has it been a while since you got a blowjob, Tommy?"

He nods.

"You're going to love this, then."

They kiss once more. This time it's deeper and slower and I feel a little jealous. It's always the kissing that triggers my jealousy. It's weird, but somehow kissing feels more intimate than sex or a blowjob. Still, I don't mind the jealousy. It makes me feel alive.

Marie then falls to her knees in front of him. The full moon illuminates him, but it's one particular part of him that draws my attention. The part that is now in my girlfriend's mouth.

Marie's dark hair sways as her head moves back and forth as she pleasures him. I like the sway. It's weird, but sometimes it's much hotter to look at the movement of her head and to ignore entirely the cock moving in and out of her mouth.

I watch that too, though. I love that. I like how his shaft is slick with her saliva when she pulls back. I like that her eyes are closed, that she's concentrating on giving another man pleasure while I'm sitting just a handful of feet away. I like that she's got a hand under her dress and is clearly playing with her pussy while she sucks his cock.

"Oh, fuck," he says. "This feels so fucking good."

His hand moves to her head. There's something so hot about that. He doesn't seem to apply any pressure, though. Marie swallows more of his cock and he looks down with pure amazement in his eyes. Her nose is now pressed into his pubic hair. She's deepthroating him, which is something she can do when the guy's cock is a little thinner like Tommy's.

"Shit...I'm close," he announces.

Marie pulls back and looks up at him. She strokes his dick and bites her lower lip in a wildly flirty manner. "I want you to cum in my mouth, Tommy. I want my reward for a blowjob well done."

He's in her mouth again. She throats him. Then she pulls back and begins to suck vigorously. Her cheeks are pulled in tight. Her hand moves up and down his shaft with her mouth. He puts both hands on her head. He closes his eyes. He grunts and groans and he does so loudly. He's cumming in her mouth. Another man is cumming in my girlfriend's mouth and my dick is as hard as it's ever been.

His orgasm is remarkably long and he seems so overcome by the pleasure that he has to sit when it's over. Marie turns to me, smiles, and then crawls my way. She doesn't say a word, though.

When she's next to me she opens her mouth a little. I see the cum on her tongue. She leans in, but she doesn't kiss me.

She swallowed when I watched her give a blowjob the first time. We kissed afterwards and I found it insanely hot to be able to taste the guy's cum, but this is another level.

I react with pure lust. I kiss her. I feel his cum move into my mouth along with her tongue. The taste is intense. The experience is intense. All of it is intense but so fucking hot.

She strokes me through my shorts as I hold her head in my hands while I swallow some of another man's cum. It's the hottest thing I've ever experienced and I feel such love for Marie for both understanding that I might like this and giving me this gift.

"I want you," I say softly after the kiss.

Marie smiles and turns to Tommy. "Thank you, Tommy, for coming. I very much enjoyed sucking your dick. I can't promise that I'll want to do anything else with you and I would ask that you not text me, but I might text you again before our trip is over. Okay?"

He nods, stands, and tucks himself into his pants. "Thank you," he says before walking off.

Marie smiles and kisses me again. She gets into my lap as our tongues entwine. My cock exits my shorts and enters her pussy. She rides me while we kiss, while I taste his cum. She rides me while I think of her sucking his cock. Her pussy is as wet as it's ever felt. She moans into my mouth and I do the same into hers.

I cum inside her. She cums with me. It is the best orgasm of my life. I've had many great orgasms with Marie, but this one is better. My body swims with pleasure. I can feel it from head to toe.

I close my eyes and feel the grass on the back of my neck and legs. It's cool and soft and perfect. 

Marie leans forward and her hair tickles my face. She kisses me softly.

"I love you, Marie," I say.

"I love you too, Derek."

I hold her tight for a while. Then we clean up as best as we can and make our way back to our room. I fall asleep a very happy man. I dream of Marie having sex with other people. I wake up in the morning to the feel of intense pleasure and find Marie giving me a blowjob.

She makes me cum in her mouth. We kiss and she shares my cum with me. Then she sits on my face and rides me to an orgasm.

Afterwards, she apologizes for the cum kiss but tells me it turned her on so much the night before that she wanted to do it again. I tell her that she can share a cum-flavored kiss me with anytime she wants. I like that we discovered something that turns her on like that. I wonder if there are other pleasures she might enjoy that we haven't discovered yet. I find myself having another reason to be thrilled about my plan to spend the rest of my life with her.