Sunday Funday Monster Martin Ch 01

A couple of months had passed since me and my girlfriend Coco went on a fabulous vacation in Cancun, Mexico. Besides a few hello texts on IG, we didn't really stay in much in touch with our fun friend Rufus, the Brit who was visiting for his bachelor retreat.

Work wise, things had been slow for both of us in LA for a while, until Coco finally got the call to work at a makeup facility for a decent day rate. It was a nice change--finally a little extra cash to play with. She splurged, dropping a pretty penny on a laser treatment and a full Brazilian wax, leaving her bikini area completely smooth and bare.

It was a lazy, sunny Sunday morning. Our good friend Carl called me out of the blue saying he was going to the farmer's market which was walking distance from our townhouse.

I knew Carl was having a difficult time in his relationship and ended going out of town with his girlfriend for a several weeks.

We hadn't hung out with him for a while and I know Coco was hinting that she could use some double trouble again.

After several minutes of her being lazy, I convinced her to get dressed and walk with me to the farmer's market.

"Who walks in LA?" She asked. "Unless you're going on a hike".

Coco was right, but still I wanted to walk. She put on a sheer white shirt, tied it up to show off her flat stomach, no bra. She wiggled into her skin-tight Levi's jeans that had holes in the knees as well as frayed slashes strategically located in the back that showed off the bottom of her ass cheeks. I loved those jeans.

As we walked, I witnessed the subtle glances and double-takes from the pedestrians around us. It was exciting knowing Coco's nipples were visible for all to see through her sheer shirt and I witnessed a few people catching a nice glimpse of her ass in her ripped jeans as we waited for the pedestrian traffic signal to turn to walk.

By the time we made it to the farmer's market, the sun was high, and we were on a mission--find Carl and maybe pick up some fresh, organic fruits and veggies.

There were couples everywhere, some with women in outfits that were pretty daring for a Sunday morning. Some were braless, their tops leaving little to the imagination, while others were showing off in cheeky little shorts that had a way of stealing attention. A few women had enough makeup on to make a glam squad proud. It was like a little Sunday fashion show.

We finally caught sight of Carl, lounging in the shade, casually sipping on a massive iced coffee. As we sauntered over, his eyes locked on us--and zeroed straight in on Coco's lack of a bra. It was obvious to anyone who cared to look, but of course, he had to make a show of it.

"Looks like you're happy to see me!" He shouted out, referring to Coco's hard nipples pressing against the thin white fabric.

Coco responded, "You're so corny!"

She leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips and pulling him into a tight hug. With his free hand, Carl couldn't resist giving her ass a squeeze through the slits in her ripped jeans. He pulled back, spinning her around to get a better view.

"Nice jeans. What, did you have a run-in with a tiger?" Carl teased.

Coco playfully rolled her eyes, turned and walked over to a nearby vendor disappearing into the crowd.

As we made idle chit-chat, Carl revealed that he and his girlfriend split up and he helped her move back to New Mexico, so he was single again.

Just then, handsome Black man, at least 6' 4" strolled up to us. His face was familiar--I'd definitely seen him on TV. He gave Carl a handshake and a hug, then Carl made the introduction. "This is Martin," he said.

Turned out, he was a sports commentator I think I recognized from TV. I'm not a huge sports guy.

As we made small talk, he casually pointed out and waved to a full-figured, but pretty fancy-looking woman and two young girls across the way.

"Those are my wife and kids. They're off to visit her mom in Long Beach," Martin explained. "I'm just gonna grab an Uber home with the groceries we picked up and watch a game."

As Martin's family melted into the crowd, Coco appeared, strutting over with that irresistible confidence of hers, two iced drinks in hand. Martin's face lit up as Coco flashed a smile, handing me one of the drinks.

"Who's this tall drink of water?" Her voice had that playful, flirtatious edge as Martin towered over her.

Carl introduced Coco as my girlfriend to Martin. He shook her hand hello, lingering just a little too long as he greeted her.

I couldn't help but smirk, wondering if he somehow missed the word girlfriend in that intro, or if he was just bold enough not to care. And hey, I get it--Coco is a sexy little MILF. But still, watching Mr. Tall and Ridiculously Handsome pour it on thick right in front of me? Yeah, I felt a flicker of something. Jealousy? Maybe. Intrigued? Definitely.

Coco gave Martin a knowing smile before turning away, her movements deliberate. She walked toward the trash bin a few steps away, hips swaying with an elegance that bordered on sinful. Her ripped jeans hung low on her hips, unapologetically revealing just a hint of in her back curve and the reveal of both ass cheeks glowing in the mid-day sun held Martin's and our full attention.

Martin's voice cut through it, casual but laced with something... intentional. "Why don't you all come up to the house? Catch the game. I've got a place just up in the hills--big screen TV, nice drinks, nice pool, dope view."

Carl, ever the enthusiastic middleman, didn't miss a beat. "Perfect--they walked here, so I'll drive everyone."

Coco had only stepped away for a moment, but, now when she returned, the top few buttons of her sheer, white shirt had mysteriously undone themselves. Just enough to remind us she wasn't wearing anything underneath, her olive-toned skin glowing in the midday sun.

"I've got this house up in the hills with a ridiculous view. Tons of booze, an Olympic-sized pool... perfect place to relax if you're in the mood to get away from the crowds", Martin offered to Coco.

He continued, "The wife and kids just left for a trip to Long Beach so it's just me and the house to myself. My housekeeper is around, so if you wanted to swim, I'm sure she might be able to find something you could borrow."

Coco shot him a look with a sly smile. "I am not wearing someone else's swimsuit. I'd rather wear nothings that was the case."

Martin chuckled, not missing a beat. "Well that's an option too. AND, you kinda look like a no-tan-line type so..."

Coco raised an eyebrow, her gaze cool but playful. "Well, I definitely could use some sun on me. I feel vitamin D deficient," she said, her voice smooth and teasing.

Coco shot me a look, hopefully to make sure I was down to go, before turning back to Martin.

"Lets go ya'll", she sang out, then skipped away ahead of us.

We all started making our way through the farmer's market, weaving between vendors and weekend browsers. Coco walked a few steps ahead of us, like she knew exactly the kind of show she was putting on.

Coco walked like she owned every set of eyes on her. Her ass was made for worshipping.

Carl leaned in slightly, his voice low. "Man... she's somethin' else."

I didn't respond--just smirked, because yeah, I knew exactly what I had.

We arrived at Carl's SUV. Carl open the back door for Coco, but first needed to clear out a bunch of items from the backseat, so he grabbed the pile of clothes, popped open the hatch and began stashing item in the back. Coco, climbed in and I followed. Martin sat up front as he was the tallest of us all. Carl eventually jumped in and we headed up to the Hollywood Hills.

After about 20 minutes of driving on a bunch of winding roads, we arrived at Martin's home, a mini mansion on the Valley side of the Hollywood Hills. As we climbed out of the SUV we surveyed the area. Coco and I were in awe of the scenery and location.

As Martin grabbed his groceries and led us to the front door, it hit me, we didn't do any shopping whatsoever at the farmer's market.

Inside, the house was immaculate--like something out of a magazine. Sunlight poured through tall, floor to ceiling windows, casting a golden glow over polished floors and revealing a breathtaking view of the swimming pool outside, the backyard and a view of the valley that seemed to stretch on forever.

It was hard to believe a family, let alone kids, actually lived here. Everything was so pristine, so perfectly arranged.

Just then, Shelly, his warm and welcoming housekeeper, appeared with a smile. She was an older, plus-sized Latina woman with a graceful presence, and she greeted us like we were friends before taking the bags of groceries from Martin and gliding into the kitchen.

"This place is beautiful", I chimed in, with Coco seconding that remark as we sat on one of his beautiful tan couches.

"How about some mojitos?" Martin offered with a grin. "Shelly makes a mean one!"

We all nodded, more than happy to go along. The vibe was just too perfect to resist. Before he disappeared into the kitchen, he clicked a remote, cuing up some real old school blues music. The music drifted through the wireless speakers placed around the house. This was an amazing vibe.

After a few minutes, Shelly came out with a tray of perfectly crafter mojitos and served one to each of us.

In sweet, slightly broken English, Shelly let us know that Señor Martin had gone upstairs for a quick shower, and that we were welcome to relax in the living room or check out the game room. Then she turned to Coco with a warm smile, offering to escort her to the door that led out to the swimming pool.

"I'm sorry," she added gently, "no swimming suit here will fit you."

"Gracias," Coco replied in the sweetest tone, her voice suddenly all sugar and charm as she followed Shelly out of the living room and onto the pool deck area.

Carl and I exchanged amused glances as Shelly gestured for Coco to follow her to the pool house. The two women disappeared inside for only a moment. When Shelly reemerged, she was holding Coco's clothes--folded neatly in her arms as she made her way back into the living room.

"She's hopping in the shower," Shelly said. "I'll just wash and dry these sweaty things for Señorita." She lifted the bundle slightly for emphasis. "Another Mojito for you two?"

Carl and I nodded yes in sync, already anticipating the next round as Shelly disappeared into the kitchen.

"So how do you know Martin?" I asked enthusiastically.

Carl responded, "He's in my acting class and one evening we both just thought the whole thing was so absurd and we hit it off right away. He's a really good guy."

I nodded my head in agreement as I looked around at the set up in the living room. "He's done well for himself."

Carl explained, "You know, ex-baller, saved his money, married young and got a sweet TV gig. Can't beat that."

Just then, Coco appeared from the pool house. Her hair was slick and wet, clinging to her shoulders, and a towel hugged her curves. With a quick glance in our direction that hinted she knew we were watching, she strolled right into our line of sight, paused for half a second, then let the towel fall to the ground, exposing her naked body to the sun.

In one smooth motion, she dove into the pool, the water swallowing her whole with barely a splash.

Carl let out a low whistle and shook his head, grinning. "Dude, you are the luckiest motherfucker I know."

I didn't say a word--just lifted my fist, and he bumped it without hesitation.

I turned to Carl and asked sincerely, "You're kinda quiet today. How are you doing?"

He answered with a serious tone. "I'm doing OK, but you know, any break-up is hard when you were living with the person. Them bills be catching up with me fast too."

I responded with respect. "I feel ya. If you wanna talk it out, I'm here for you, but to be honest, I only met her once and you've complained about her so much, I feel it might be all for the best."

He smiled for a moment. That's all he needed to do to let me know, he'll be ok.

A moment later, Shelly returned, gliding in with a tray balanced effortlessly in her hands. Three tall Mojitos, now in bigger glasses and garnished to perfection.

"This one's for señorita for when she's done," she said. "If you two need anything else, just let me know. I'll be in the laundry room."

"Gracias!", I called out as she turned and disappeared toward the kitchen.

Carl and I raised our glasses and clinked them in a silent toast, eyes locked on the shimmering surface of the pool--waiting for her to rise as the blues continued to play in the background.

In that moment, my thoughts drifted to the fact that this could be our first gang bang, with Coco undeniably at the center of it all. I found myself wondering--does the presence of three men turn it into a gang bang, or is it just a foursome? That strange, fleeting question flooded my mind emphasized by the effect of the alcohol.

A few moments later, Martin strolled into the living room, cocktail in hand, looking completely at home in a white Lakers tank top and gray basketball shorts.

He took a long sip, surveyed the room, then called out over the blues pumping through the speakers. "So should I throw on the game?"

Almost on cue, Coco emerged from the pool still completely naked --water clinging to her skin, her body gleaming in the sunlight. She moved seemingly in slow motion as she squeezed the water from her hair with her hands.

I glanced over at Martin--his expression said it all. A mix of awe and disbelief. We just watched, mesmerized, as Coco moved through the view, framed by the floor-to-ceiling windows.

She reached the door, cracked it open, and leaned her head inside, voice floating through like a flirtatious breeze. "I'm gonna lay out for a bit. Do you have any sunscreen I could use?"

Martin snapped out of it just enough to answer, "Sure, coming right up!"

"Thank you," she purred as she sauntered away toward a lounge chair by the pool--leaving behind wet footprints, fat ass swinging side to side as she walked.

Martin turns to us, his eyes wide with surprise and amusement. "OK! What the fuck is going on here? Is this some kind of prank?"

"No, sir," I respond, a smirk playing on my lips. "That's just Coco. This is how she is."

"All the fucking time!" Carl chimed in, laughing, his eyes never leaving Coco's naked body sprawled out on the lounge chair.

Martin lets out a low whistle, a huge grin spreading across his face. "Maaaaaaan! I was not expecting all this on a Sunday afternoon! Got-Damn!" He adjusted himself through his shorts, his eyes never leaving Coco. "I don't know how you do it. I'd never leave the house if I had a piece of ass like that to snack on!"

He motioned that he'll be right back as he turned and jogged up the stairs, leaving Carl and me alone with a clear view of Coco through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Moments later Martin jogs back down the stairs, a bottle of sunscreen in his hand, a mischievous glint in his eye. "So which one of you is really hitting that?" he asks, his voice a low, inquisitive growl.

I proudly raised my hand, but Carl raised his hand also. "Yo!!!!!", I shouted out, jabbing Carl in the side with my elbow. "No fool! That's MY lady. I'm the one hitting that the most, thank you!"

"OK, true, true!", Carl responds with a playful smile on his face. "But..."

Martin reacted to Carl's statement. "But what? So, ya'll get down like that?" he asks, his voice filled with curiosity and awe. "I mean, fuck, she's a hot lil' gorgeous firecracker."

I respond with a confidence tone. "Yeah, basically, whatever SHE wants to do, we do it. It's all up to her. But, of course I gotta give her the go ahead or green light or .... something."

Just by chance, I looked down, then suddenly start to chuckle to myself. Martin had pitched a huge tent in his loose-fitting basketball shorts, his hard-on clearly visible.

I responded with jest, "You doing OK buddy?"

"I'm good, I'm good. I'm just gonna go drop this off to her." Martin said with confidence, grabbing the remaining large glass of mojito.

He bopped over to the door, his stride was a bit awkward due to the raging hard-on he was unsuccessfully trying to hide.

Carl turned back to us, a wicked smile on his face. "I'll take one for the team," he said with a wink, as if daring us to object.

Just then, Carl shoots me a quick look, his eyebrows raised in a silent question. I say nothing as I sip my drink, a nonchalant shrug rolling off my shoulders.

We watch as Martin strides out to the pool deck. Once he towers over her, he hands her the drink.

She sits up, a playful smile on her lips as she takes the glass from him, then gulps down half the glass in one shot, then places the half empty glass on a small side table.

Noticing the sunscreen in his hand and without a word, she lifts her arms above her head, giving him the green light to lather her up.

Martin kneels beside Coco, squeezing a generous amount of lotion into his hands, then started rubbing it across her collarbones and down over her chest, stopping just shy of her breasts.

Coco didn't seem to flinch. In fact, she seem to just closes her eyes and tilt her head toward the sun, as if she were soaking up more than just the rays.

Martin then started massaging lotion slowly onto her perky breasts, first with hesitation, but eventually got more bold as he moved down to her stomach, her waist, her legs, then cautiously he made his way back up to her beautifully bald pussy.

After a minute or so, she rolled onto her stomach. Martin didn't miss a beat--he straddled one knee beside her and went to work, his hands gliding slowly across her back, down to her lower waist, spreading the lotion in long, confident strokes.

His hands move down to her beautiful olive toned ass, rubbing the sunscreen onto her butt cheeks. With both hands he massaged her ass with enthusiasm.

Suddenly, without warning Coco decided to stand up. With her body now glistening with sunscreen, she gulps down the rest of her mojito then dives back into the pool with a splash. Martin watches her for a moment, before pulling his shirt off and diving in after her.

For a little while they frolic in the pool, splashing water like kids.

After several minutes of swimming and splashing, they finally emerge from the pool. Martin's shorts are plastered to his body, outlining his apparently massive cock. I know I wasn't the only one who noticed that this man was blessed because from my point of view it looked like Coco's eyes widen like she was in shock from the size of his member.

They both grabbed a few towels to dry off. Eventually, they finally made their way back inside the house.

With a towel wrapped around her body, Coco sashed over to me on the couch and sat down in between Carl and I.

"How was it?" I asked with a little sarcasm in my tone.

Both Coco and Martin answered at the same time, "It was great!"

We all laughed.

Coco cut in, "Where are my clothes?"

Immediately, Martin shouted out, "Shelly?"

Within a few seconds, Shelly appeared with four fresh mojitos on a serving tray, singing out, "Si señor Martin?"

Martin responded, "How long before for Ms. Coco's clothes are done?"

Looking at her watch, Shelly responded, "About 45 minutes señor Martin."

"Gracias," Martin responded. Then he turned to us. "She's been with us for 11 years. She's like a member of the family. She's so good and efficient, she might just patch up all those holes in your jeans!"

Coco chimed in, "Well I hope she doesn't. It took years to get those rips so perfect!"

"Here's to ripped tight-ass jeans!" I shouted out, holding my glass out for a toast.

Everyone clinked glasses and guzzled down their drink.

Martin hit a few buttons on the remote, turning down the music and then turning on the 80" TV monitor. He tuned it to a college game that I had absolutely no interest in, neither did Coco, but Carl was interested in the game, so he hopped onto the other couch that faced the TV more.