I Want Her to Know What Love Is

In this chapter, Rooster and friends continue helping the people they felt were slotted for slavery and more help arrives. This chapter contains, oral, anal, interracial, public and group sex, some spanking and mild BDSM. My thanks to JohnnyGalt who had to rush his editing for me to submit this on Monday. This is a copyrighted written work, and not to be altered, edited, changed or published in written or any other format, including audio and visual. ©️Copyright, 2026

I Want Her to Know What Love Is, Ch 33

I Want Her to Know What Love Is, Ch 33

Reverse Ambush

Reverse Ambush

It was our honeymoon, so when we woke up, there was sex, and soon the other four were in our room watching, after we made too much noise for them to sleep through it. My two ladies were in a sixty-nine with each other and I would fuck the one on top to two orgasms, fairly easy to do with their tongues dancing tangos on their clits, then they'd flip over and I'd do the other one to two, and they'd flip again. I think it was after the fourth such flip that the others came in to watch.

The four of them made comments during the course of it, talking about how sexy or hot we looked, the contrasts in skin color, the size of my equipment, how great their asses looked, whatever. Once we had the audience, it seemed the girls became even more orgasmic, as they were flipping over more frequently. Even Bobbi seemed to be getting off on being watched at the moment, although these four felt more like friends than strangers now. Given the constant hole changing, I was able to fuck for forty minutes despite it being the first load of the day, finally leaving my deposit in Bobbi.

The other four clapped a little when we were done, and Randa said, "I'd be willing to try that with either of you two," to Amy and Lucia.

"We try not to have any other pussy on our little trips, but if you were willing to loan us Face after breakfast, Amy and I would love to try that one. We have to eat first though. I'm starving," Lucia said. Which made me suspect the sex last night hadn't crossed couple lines.

"I think my husband earned a little extra nookie," Randa said. "Go ahead and borrow him, but fucking two new strange, I doubt he'll last as long as Rooster did. Breakfast sounds like a great idea though."

"Are you sure, Randa?" Ron asked.

"I've been a bitch so far this vacation," Randa said. "You deserve it, babe. I get to watch though, and maybe after you're done with those two, you'll give me a nice warm-up spanking and then claim my ass again."

"Daddy, I've been a bad girl," Sonia said. "Will you spank me?"

"Maybe out by the pool," I said, "so we can see what kind of interest that generates."

"But, Daddy, you can't fuck me out by the pool. You know I'll be jonesing for it after a spanking," Sonia laughed.

"Maybe Mamasan will play with the Lush I intend to put in your pussy, to give you what you need," I laughed.

"That's an acceptable alternative," Sonia agreed. "I'm famished. Let's eat."

We all ordered from room service, and we took some quick showers two by two, so we were all clean before the food arrived. Before we finished breakfast, I got a text from someone new to me. All I saw was the phone number, not a name. I opened the text

Hoorah. Grant here. Beth sent me. Want to meet in your room?

I could see it was a group text, with nine others getting the same text.

Suspect room might be bugged. We'll be down by the ocean in 45. Act casual as if you're just meeting us the first time. 4 civilians with us we're protecting.

Will do. Have artillery. How transfer?

Put in beach bag, covered in towels. Forget it by us.

How many?

2, only 1 other with known experience. One with more wallop than the other for me.

Roger, see in 45.

Sonia and Bobbi looked at me after my text exchange. "I think we should be ready to go down to the beach in a few minutes, folks."

We put our dirty dishes out of the suite by the door, packed up some water and towels in our beach bags and headed down to the beach with time to spare. We snagged seven of the lounges oceanside, with another couple close by, in the middle and I went out into the water with Sonia and Bobbi to give them the down low on the plans thus far, then Bobbi went out with Randa, Sonia went out with Ron, and I went out with Lucia and Amy to tell them the first of our help was here and to expect them in fifteen minutes. We did a little hugging, kissing and fondling. While I was talking to them, I asked if either of them had handled a gun before.

Lucia had handled a gun before, but only enough to know how not to shoot herself. Amy hadn't touched one before, so neither of them was getting a gun. When Sonia came back, she said that Ron had some gun experience, coming from Texas, and he thought he was a good shot. Randa was like Lucia. She'd handled a gun before, but was by no means, proficient.

We all took our lounges and left two for those coming. Right on time, a guy who looked a little like me in terms of fitness and strength, although a couple inches shorter, came strolling up the beach along with a woman who looked like she spent time in the gym too. I recognized both from the photos.

They stopped by us. "Hey, there, my name is Grant O'Sheehan, and this is my wife, Stephanie. We're from Florida, where are you folks from."

"My name is Robert but my friends call me Rooster. These are my two girls, Sonia, the wife, and Bobbi, our shared lover. These are Ron and Randa from Texas, and Lucia and Amy from New Mexico."

"How's the water?"

"Great. Refreshing."

"Mind if we sit and chat a bit?"

"Sounds good. Have a seat."

They took the two remaining lounges, and I asked Grant if he wanted to check out the water with me. He set a beach bag down by my lounge and we went out to the water right where the water was breaking to help kill any noise from directional mikes, and we faced the ocean in case anyone could read lips.

"What's the scoop?" Grant asked.

"We've got three people I'm pretty sure are associated with human trafficking identified. They're probably up by the pool. I'll try to point them out later. One is a pretty boy who tries to suck up to the young and pretty. I suspect him as the honey trap, seducer. He's already approached my two, plus Randa and Amy. I've pissed him off a bit, by pulling Randa and Amy out of his clutches. There's a somewhat porky but prosperous looking fellow in his mid-fifties with a Rolex who is wandering around here with someone who appears to be a Chinese collared slave with a slave tattoo on her mons. She doesn't speak a lick of Spanish or English, which is what makes me think she's a slave instead of a submissive. There's another guy, kind of ugly, and pretty thuggish in appearance, who tried to dump what I suspect was doctored water in our bag.

"Right now, we think our rooms might be bugged because we got followed to our room so they know where were staying. It might be the others rooms are too. I'd like to send both couples back to their own rooms now that we've got help. We only have one real bed in our suite. The two girls are looking for dicks, and the husband and wife duo are looking for swingers, so if any of the guys who came with are interested in some sex, they could probably bunk with either of those two couples. We don't drink anything that we didn't open ourself, and we gave up drinking water from plastic bottles in case they could inject something into the water.

"We're thinking of trying to set up an ambush by telling folks we're heading to Tulum and see if we get any interest. We'll try to set it up for Friday, so we can gauge the interest and give them time to set something up. We'll want someone pulling overwatch at Tulum, and a couple other cars following our tour bus. Any planning, we need to do either down here at the ocean, or possibly by our spa with the jacuzzi on to fuck with the microphones we suspect are there, or maybe the restaurants as I doubt they're bugged.

"The other place we think they might try for us is back on our way to the airport when we leave."

"We've got a female Marine Sniper with us who can do the overwatch," Grant said. "We've rented a few beat up looking vehicles that won't stand out, and I know a couple of the guys wouldn't mind playing. Stephanie and I have done some stuff. She couldn't have kids, but we've got a couple with some college students who are submissive to her. She might not have a problem with me fucking someone. I'd have to check with her. That list of people who disappeared in the area is in the bag with the guns."

"Great. I'll check it over. About the sex, I don't know if they're medically clear, so I'd use condoms with any of them."

"Have you sampled any of them?" Grant asked.

"Not really. We've kissed and fondled to make it appear I've taken a couple of them as occasional lovers to have an excuse for them to be in my room, but I'm happy with my two ladies, and don't need more. That would wear me out. They're both hot to trot as it is."

"They are fine looking, that's for sure. I heard you met Smitty?"

"I did. Fine man."

"I heard of you and Berserker by reputation. It's going to be a pleasure to work with you."

"What was your call sign?"

"Irish."

"I can see that," I laughed, "with a name like O' Sheehan."

"We'll send a couple of the single guys, former Rangers, Manny and Jerry, both black, down here for the girls, and would the man and wife mind a black woman and black fellow in their beds? Roberta and another Delta guy named Shedrick, or Shed. They are both single and up for some fun. Roberta is our only woman at the moment, except for Marcia and she needs to remain a free agent."

"We can ask."

We returned to everyone else.

"Anyone here bothered about having interracial sex?"

They all agreed they had no problem with it.

I got close to my married couple and whispered, "Ron, Randa, we've got a female Marine sniper named Roberta and another Delta guy named Shed who will be your fuck buddies from now on. We'll go on up to the pool after lunch and let them pick you up. They're both single and will enjoy having some fun with you. That okay?"

"Sure," Ron said.

"We're still trying to pick up on all of the human traffickers, so take them to one of the two places where you can have public sex and fuck after they pick you up, so hopefully, we can pick up on any more interest than the three we know about."

"Got it," Randa said.

I went to my bi female couple and whispered to them. "We've got a couple black Army Rangers for you two. Their names are Manny and Jerry. We'll have them meet us at the pool after lunch and let them pick you up so you can get your quota of dicks. Try to fuck in one of the two lounges where public sex is possible this afternoon. We'll have some other people there trying to spot more human traffickers, as you screw. Remember the business about drinks, okay. Only drink what you open yourself, and watch it."

"Okay," Lucia said. "Thanks."

We said goodbye to Grant and Stephanie and they headed down the beach. I took each of the women into the water and fooled around a little with both of them, just some kissing and caressing, and Ron did the same with my two ladies. Just enough to let any watchers think we were still involved in some group sex, but it also gave me time to expose them to more of the plan.

During breaks out of the water, I outlined the plan in the group text to our back-up group, and said any of the other rescuers should go to either of the two public sex lounges after we let the two couples get picked up at the pool, the jacuzzi lounge and the couples lounge, and keep an eye out for the traffickers or anyone paying abnormal attention to any of the younger, prettier men or women. I said I'd have details on the planned ambush I wanted to arrange on our trip to Tulum, but to plan on Friday being set aside for that. We fooled around the rest of the morning at the beach, only returning to my room to dress for lunch.

When I got to the room, I opened the beach bag Grant left, and found a.40 caliber Smith & Wesson M&P, and a 9MM from the same company. Both were loaded with 17 round magazines, and there were two more magazines with each one, so over 50 rounds each. We tucked both guns into our beach bag, and I told Bobbi she was the other shooter for our group.

I also went over the missing person stats inside the bag. In the last five years, over sixty women and a dozen men had disappeared from the Cancun area, all from the US, with no bodies found. If they hadn't been killed and buried somewhere, they were likely slaves now. Most had checked out of their rooms naturally, about a dozen remotely, but they never showed up back in their home town, gone somewhere between hotel checkout at a number of the local resorts, and their flights. That was the ones reported because they had loved ones on the other end who'd inquired. It didn't include people from other countries, including Mexico itself. Winston had gathered the stats from the FBI database.

Without speaking, I showed the stats to the others, so they saw the depth of the problem we faced. We got dressed and went to the Burger Bar again. After lunch, we all went to the big pool and found seats, although not too close together. They were close enough to support if something went wrong, but their own little couple.

Shortly after getting to the pool, Shedrick and Roberta made their approach on Randa and Ron. Having seen pictures of them, they welcomed the two to their group, and soon, they were paired up, and kissing each of the spouses before disappearing to the Couples Room. I saw a couple other people disappear with them at the same time and I recognized more of the support team. After they disappeared, a couple more fit black fellows joined Lucia and Amy. After some chatting and some interplay, they headed to the Jacuzzi bar, and a couple more of the crew followed them up.

I figured it was time for us to hit one of the sex rooms ourselves, and I took Bobbi and Sonia by the hand and we went to the Couples Lounge since we'd gone to the Jacuzzi Lounge before. I saw Berserker and another female who almost had to be Marcia Holmgren follow us there. She didn't look anything like the DL photo I'd seen of her. Paulo was at the Couple's Lounge fucking another cute young thing. I didn't see a partner watching, but maybe he was busy elsewhere. One of the things I'd put in the group text is that if I stopped to speak to anybody, they were to be considered part of the trafficking operation unless discovered otherwise, so I could point them out.

I made a point of chatting with Paulo, although I didn't interfere with his fucking. I just said 'Hi' and 'cute woman'. He halfway glared at me, but otherwise said nothing. I saw Berserker and Marcia eye the guy.

Roberta and Shed were having their way with Ron and Randa, so they were getting some quality sex on their vacation, since both of their partners were in great physical shape, and very good looking. If not for my marriages, I'd be checking out Roberta myself. Ron couldn't be unhappy with her. Shed's dick was large enough for Randa, being bigger than my own.

I started my part by first asking Sonia if she'd been a good girl.

"No, Daddy, I've been a bad girl."

"You know what to do," I said.

Sonia draped herself over my legs and I gave her a loud, noisy spanking to her bare butt in front of everyone else at the Couples Lounge. Sex seemed to be what happened there more often than a spanking, because while they tended to ignore the sex, we soon had a fairly large crowd watching the unfamiliar.

Some goaded me to spank her harder, others wondered what she'd done. Some said you couldn't really see how red her ass was because of her skin color. Sonia was enjoying it as much as she usually did, and in fact, her pussy might be wetter than usual due to her exhibitionist tendencies. I saw two of the couples from the catamaran cruise there, and they were watching. The woman who'd been fucking Paulo was also watching, Paulo standing behind her with an arm wrapped possessively around her tits.

I finished the spanking and plunged into her pouting, damp pussy, and Sonia orgasmed right away. While pounding her, I saw Bobbi, Berserker, and Marcia looking around, watching the watchers. Sonia enjoyed the fucking a lot, orgasming frequently.

During the fucking, the big guy with the Chinese slave drifted over.

"I will let you fuck my woman if I can fuck yours," he said.

She stood beside him, head down, meek looking. I was unsure if she even knew what he was talking about. The only word she reacted to was fucking, so she'd learned that word at least. She seemed to have a few more red stripes on her skin, on her thighs, breasts, and stomach.

"No, thanks. I like to be able to talk to whoever I'm fucking."

Berserker and Marcia caught that exchange, and they both eyeballed the man and his slave. I was 99% certain she wasn't a sub at this point. I couldn't imagine a submissive who couldn't speak to her Dom; who hadn't recognized what he said to me, unless she was a consummate actress.

He didn't speak again, but he continued watching until I finished about ten minutes later. By this point, both Sonia and I had a sheen of sweat on us.

"Can I buy you a drink?" He asked. "You look thirsty."

"I've got water," I said, removing one from my bag and taking a long swig while Sonia cleaned off my cock. Bobbi began cleaning Sonia's pussy without anyone asking her to. Sonia moaned again. When my cock was clean, I handed the rest of the water to Sonia, who finished it off.

No more show to watch and not getting anywhere with me, he moved off again. Marcia seemed to leave with him, but not following, more like paralleling him. I sat with one of my women under each of my arms while looking around.

Ron and Randa had both finished fucking their guardians and were looking happy, cuddling with each other. Paulo was back to fucking his current conquest, and this time, I saw someone who could be the woman's husband or partner, although he looked twenty years older, was watching.

The guy who'd followed us back to our rooms wearing the red shirt was at the lounge, although this time, he had a bright yellow shirt on, one of the few men to have anything on top. While I had on eye on him, the ugly fellow who'd tried giving us doctored water before tried pulling the same shit again. I wasn't paying that much attention to yellow shirt, not to see the ugly guy drop two plastic bottles of water into my bag. How fucking stupid! We were drinking from glass bottles now. Even my girls noticed it. I wasn't putting up with the shit anymore.

I grabbed his hand as it came out of my bag and twisted, snapping the wrist bones and making him scream. Immediately, three staff started converging on our position.

"What's going on, señor?" One of them asked as I stood up.

"This stupid asshole just dumped a couple of plastic bottles of water in my bag. Pull them out, Star."

Sonia pulled out the waters and handed them to the spokesman.

"My wife and I are drinking bottled water in glass bottles, Perrier. We're not drinking out of plastic. I suspect that if you check the water in those bottles, you'll find it's been drugged. If it has, I want this fellow arrested and prosecuted to the full extent of the law. Even if it wasn't, I didn't ask him for water, and wonder why he was giving me some. He had no business sticking his hand in my bag. I just gave him a painful reminder to keep his fucking paws out of other people's property. Show him what we're drinking, Star."

She pulled out a bottle of the Perrier.

"If it weren't for the fact he stuck something in my bag instead of removing it, I'd take him for a thief. If he isn't a thief, he's something else which should be investigated. Take him the fuck out of her and have that water tested."