Yellow Carded at the Swim Club

It was an empty nest Father’s Day for Mick in River City. It may be counterintuitive, but it was pretty cool to have a day without the ritual kowtowing from kids who would rather be doing something with their friends.

And as you shall see, it was  probably good that they were not around to see their parents get in the dog house.

We were out late with friends Saturday night, eating, drinking, soaking up some rockabilly at a local honky tonk.  We saw our first “liquor luge”, but passed on the chilly opportunity.

So when we woke up, we were both a little groggy, and Slave was not really compelled to undertake the rigors of a full on switch day. Instead, Mick and Molly had some low key but very satisfying sex before heading off for a double hill climb bike ride. I do recall some very long and frustrating cock sucking before I was given permission to fuck Mistress.  Not a bad way to start a Father’s Day.

After our bike ride,  there were the typical Sunday familial errands, and then we hooked up at our local swim club. (As you will see, that was a poor choice of words.}

Molly and Mick do tend to come off as lovebirds sometime.  We can some times be caught briefly  hugging or smooching, but, ret assured,  nothing too outrageous. It’s something we are not too self-conscious about. But since both of us are most assuredly grown ups, it’s not something that eer has been known to offend.

And it was a very hot day. So when the “adult swim” whistle blew, we found ourselves spending some time in the pool, just talking and cooling off. At least so it seemed to us. 

I recall that we may have kissed.

And we were standing close together, Mistress with her back to the pool’s edge, her arms draped loosely around my neck. I don’t think she had her legs wrapped around my waist, but it’s always possible. She does that sometimes, clinging to me, but hardly in a sexual way. We save that for the privacy of home (or office, car, etc.).

Then again that would have been below water level, not obvious to anyone.

I think.

That’s when a tall male teenaged lifeguard approached us with a sheepish look on his face.

“Uhhh….now it really doesn’t bother me, but…. You see …we’ve had some complaints.”

We looked at him quizzically, it slowly dawning on us what the “issue” was.

“…. We try to keep this a PG rated pool.”

We had been admonished by some pimply faced teenager with a wispy beard for a public display of affection.

Hilarious.

I may be the only grandfather given a yellow card for a PDA at our quaint little community swim club.

And on Father’s Day, no less.

Score one for the old guy. It was all very Tweetable.

What did they think we were doing?

We were laughing, as I backed away, from the tender body of my Mistress, hands visible for all to see, giving the universal sign for “nothing going on here, officer”.

We looked over to a gentleman and his wife sitting nearby. He was laughing too.

“Did we offend you guys?” I asked, as if I was appealing the call to an alternative referee.

He rolled his eyes.

“Hell No. We’re just jealous.”

And looking at the rather dumpy and more matronly selections of suburban hausfraus   arrayed around the pool (one of whom  must have lodged the complaint), I can see why some might be jealous.

It’s fortunate our daughters were not there, to be humiliated by the “yucky” behavior of their indiscrete parental units.

Once we returned to our seats at poolside, Mistress picked up her phone to call M and let him know about our public transgression. He was amused, but also passed on that he was enjoying a good day himself.

He and B had sex both before and after his golf round out in the foothills of the Rockies.

He was going for four he reported.

Mistress cheered on his good fortune.  Though we did not feel a need to match them fuck for fuck. 

“Slow but steady wins the race, Mistress.”

“Of course, Slave.”

Thankfully,  the judgmental folks at poolside  had no idea what this pervy   married couple would get up to when not wallowing in the neighborhood pool.

Lets hope no one  heard mistress tell me that, as my Father’s Day gift,  she planned to fuck me in the ass when I got home.  Now that would have gotten some buzz going.

But we will save that story for later.