This is my first time submitting something like this, so I hope you like it. This isn’t really a throwaway account, but I keep it only for subreddits like this and it’s not tied in any way to any of my real accounts. The following story is mostly true, with one or two minor details changed to protect identities. (Just in case.) The setup is kind of long, so I’ll mark where the sex starts.
This story takes place several years ago. My wife and I had been married for two or three years. A little about us:
I’m 6 foot 4, and broadly built. I’m blond with green eyes, but I keep my hair cut very short. I’m wasn’t an athlete, never have been, but I wasn’t hugely out of shape either. My wife and I were both a little chubby, which is part of how this story begins. My wife is a foot shorter than me – She’s 5 foot 4, with long chocolate brown hair and brown eyes. She’s got a lot of curves, but the most notable ones are her breasts. The women of her family are all well endowed, but she’s exceptionally so. I don’t recall what her bra size was around this time, but it had to have been in a the DD or F range of cup size.
At the time we lived in southern Arizona, in a place that regularly hit over a hundred degrees during the day in the summer, and at night it would cool off to the nineties. My wife and I lived in a house with an evaporative (or Swamp) cooler that did it’s best to keep up with the heat, but in the dead of summer it was still way too damn hot. My parents lived in the same town, about fifteen minutes away. They lived on the edge of town, still in the house where I grew up. It was a gated community with a community pool area right across the street from their house. When I was a kid, everyone swam in that pool, but as the years passed, most of the families in the neighborhood had pools built in their back yards, so at this point it was really only ever used by my family. (The neighborhood association kept talking about tearing the whole thing down, but never did.)
At this time, my mother was on a health kick and had lost thirty pounds. Naturally, she was excited and wanted to encourage everyone around her to eat better and exercise. She asked me what kind of exercise I thought would work for me, and I mentioned that I’d always liked to swim. Without a thought, she grabbed a key to the public pool and handed it to me, saying “You can go swim in the community pool any time. You don’t even have to ask, just come on over.”
My wife and I went a few times to swim laps, but as the weather got hotter and hotter, we start going more and more often just to go lay in the pool. We found that late at night, around 9:30 or 10:00 as the heat seeped into the walls of our brick house, was the best time to go swim. I’d run in to Circle K and grab a couple of sodas and then we’d go swim in the pool for a while. It was a nice way to spend an evening.
My wife usually wore pretty conservative swimsuits. The most “daring” suit she’d wear was a tankini that covered most of her ample chest. (She now owns two bikinis, but refuses to wear them anywhere other than the hot tub I installed in our back yard years after this.) However, one night as we were talking about going for a swim, my wife couldn’t find her swim top. The only one she could find was a much older top that she wasn’t sure would fit. She put it on anyway, but complained that she thought it was a little too small. I hadn’t seen it, so I wasn’t sure. I asked if she wanted to stay home, but it was too damn hot in our house, so she threw a shirt on over the suit and we headed out.
When we got to the pool, I left all the lights off. Out on the edge of the desert, you could see so many stars that weren’t visible further into town, and we loved looking up at them.
I was getting into the pool and was in the water up to my waist when my wife took off her shirt. My jaw dropped. The suit was a little small, all right. He breasts looked like they were about to explode out of the top. She looked at me self-consciously. I gave her a smile and wondered if she could see that my erection was already making a tent out of my swimsuit. She stepped into the pool and we swam around for a few minutes, just chatting. She talked about work. I talked about work. She started half-heartedly swimming some laps. I watched the water glide over her body, and swam after her. My mind and my cock were in agreement. We were doing this.
(SEX STARTS HERE)
I caught up to her as she reached the wall of the pool and wrapped my arms around her. I kissed at her neck gently, in the way that has always driven her crazy. My hands glided up to caress her ample breasts.
“Mmm,” she let out a soft moan, “What are you doing?”
I trailed my kisses up her jaw and started nibbling lightly on her ear. “Can’t help it, you’re just so damn sexy.”
She let out a little giggle. “Come on now, we’re in public.”
I broke off from her ear and made a show of looking around. “There’s no one here but you and me.”
“Someone could walk up.” She protested lightly.
I thought about saying that we’d hear anyone who came by well before they’d see us, but passion took over and I kissed her deeply. She returned the kiss and our hands started to roam across each others bodies. My hand gently found its way up to one of the shoulder straps of her top and slowly, so slowly, slid it down. She made a small sound of protest at this, but instead of actually stopping me, reached down into the water and began stroking my cock through my swimsuit. My hand slid up to her other shoulder strap and slid it off. My hands went to her breasts and started pulling the top down.
Now she did break off the kiss. “We can’t. Not here.” She was breathing heavily.
“You want me to stop?” I asked.
She bit her lip. “No, I really don’t, but…”
There was a long, pregnant pause, and then she maneuvered us so we were a bit more into the darker, more shadowed corners of the pool, and pulled me back down into a kiss. I freed her magnificent tits from the confines of that swim top, and when we paused for air, took a moment to admire them, floating in the water, lit only by shadowed moonlight. I knelt down in the water and took one of the nipples in my mouth for a moment, sucking at it. She moaned, then remembered where we were and stifled it. I ran my hands around her to her ass and gave it a squeeze before standing back up to kiss her again. She tugged at my shorts to free my cock and began stroking it. Her swim top was now around her waist, and when I could think through the pleasure of her hands on my cock, I started sliding her bottoms down.
“Not here,” she panted, and for a moment I thought I was about to get shut down, but she nervously led me to the steps out of the pool, up and out and on to the deck of the pool where we’d laid our towels. She spread one out and laid down on it. I laid down with her and kissed her deeply. She rolled me over, slid my swim trunks down to my knees, and took my cock into her mouth. Now it was my turn to try to stifle the moans. She’s was, and still is, amazing at this.
When I didn’t think I could bear it another moment, I pushed her over and practically tore her bottoms off.
“Fuck me,” she moaned quietly.
“God, yes,” I breathed back as I pushed into her and started thrusting.
And that was when I heard footsteps crunching on gravel.
There was an entrance to a walking path out in the desert next to the gate that led into the pool area, and people often took their dogs on walks through the desert. (Though I’d never seen anyone out there that late at night.) I froze. The man was probably a little shorter than me, walking what looked like a Labrador, and staring fixedly in my direction. A thin woman walked up next to him and asked him something. It sounded like, “What are you looking at,” to which I think the man said, “I think someone’s in the pool,” but I couldn’t be sure.
My wife stared up at me with wild eyes and turned her head to look at the people.
I think the woman said, “Are they..?” and I think the man replied with, “Never mind, let’s go.”
And they set off into the desert.
My wife looked up at me, and I looked down at her, and we both began to laugh as quietly as we could. And then I realized that the thrill of being (almost?) caught had gotten me even more turned on. I kissed her, and she moaned as she kissed me back. I resumed thrusting in to her, and in short order, we both came. We laid on the towels for a long moment, and then she started pulling her swimsuit back together. We slipped out of the pool, got in our car, and headed home.
“I can’t believe those people almost caught us.” She said as we drove.
“Did catch us,” I said. “I’m absolutely sure that guy knew what we were doing. How could he not have?”
“I’m both embarrassed and turned on,” she said, “is that normal?”
“Who knows,” I said, “But I feel the same way.”
There was a long pause.
“So,” she said, “Swimming again tomorrow night?”
I grinned and nodded.
As we pulled to a red light, her hand caressed over my thigh and stroked my cock through my damp swimsuit. “Hey,” she said softly. I glanced over to see that she had once again freed one of her breasts from her top. She gave me a wicked grin. I looked up to see a large pickup pull up next to us. As the driver glanced over, my wife quickly pulled her towel up over to cover herself, then flashed me another wicked grin.
It was going to be an interesting summer.
This wasn’t the only time we fucked in that pool, but it was the only time that we almost got caught. Eventually a sign went up on the gate of the pool that said that guests could only be in the pool area when accompanied by one of the neighborhood residents, and that a closing time of 9pm would be strictly enforced. I don’t know for *sure* if that was because of us, but I tend to think that it probably was.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fegxxb/almost_got_caught_fucking_my_wife_at_the_public
This is so fucking wholesome. ❤️❤️❤️???