Cabana Crazy

John loves women I love his money. I met John online at a swinger’s site called Adult Friend Finder. We met, fucked, and discovered that we had something in common; we both love sex and we only care about ourselves. We fucked almost every other day for two weeks, and then John popped the question. It wasn’t the old fashioned romantic kind. He was brutally honest, and I appreciated that. “I love fucking you, and you love fucking me,” was how John started. “I’m rich and I can take care of you.” It sounded like a good deal. And what I did know of John out of bed, I liked. He made me laugh. So I said yes and we flew off to Barbados for the ceremony and the honey moon. I moved into his mansion after that; thirty rooms, a swimming pool, exercise room, live in chef and maid; he had everything. I went outside to have a swim and found a guy cleaning out the pool. “When will it be ready?” I asked as I got closer. He turned and took a double take. He couldn’t hide the fact that he liked what he was looking at. “Not for a couple of hours,” he said, never taking his eyes off of me. He ignored his work. I knew then that I wanted to fuck the pool guy. “Listen, Pool boy,” I said, reading the name tag on his shirt, “How about you follow me and clean the pool later?” I pulled the cleaning rod out of his hand and let it fall to the ground. Pool boy’s mouth fell open. He was silent and still, but I could tell I was going to get my way. I grabbed him and led him inside. As soon as we were naked Pool boy attacked me. It was the best sex I’d had in a long time, even better than John. “Do you clean the pool often?” I asked him as we lay panting, side by side, after the climax was over. “Once a week,” he replied. “But John told me to leave his Adult Friend Finder sweetie alone. That must be you,” he said. “Fuck John,” I replied, and we both laughed.