It had been a few weeks since she’d seen her two favorite pool boys. The last time they were together, there was a lot of oral sex and licking and… well, everything. The three of them enjoyed it, she had no doubt. But because they spent so much time fooling around, the pool never got cleaned. Her husband noticed this and put the service on hold for a month. “I can do a better job than they can,” he had protested. She didn’t want to have a strong reaction because she knew it would be suspicious so she agreed to let him give it a try. After three weeks of her husband not cleaning the pool, she decided she had waited an appropriate amount of time to talk to him about rehiring the pool company.
“The pool is looking really bad, hon,” she said to her husband in the study one evening, as she rubbed his shoulders while he worked. “Summer will be here before you know it. How about I call and ask for a different service guy?” She leaned down and kissed the bottom of his earlobe and then his neck. Lisa knew what she had to do to butter her husband up. She slid her hand down the front of his shirt and rubbed his chest. It was smooth and shapely and it was always a part of his body that turned her on. He sat his papers on his desk and turned around to face her. They kissed, deeply, and she knew he wouldn’t take issue with rehiring the pool service now.
After they had sex, her husband rolled over and fell asleep. She didn’t orgasm or even come close. She tried to close her eyes and think about Chad and Rick but she felt too guilty. Instead she let her husband climb on top of her, pump wildly into her while talking dirty, and finish. Once he was done he always just rolled over and fell asleep, often times before she even returned from the bathroom. This encounter made her really excited at the idea of seeing the Pool guys again.
She called the pool cleaning company the next morning and told them she wanted to resume service with them and use the same service people. “They did such a great job with my pool,” Lisa explained, “that I’d really love to have the same guys start coming out again.” They told her the soonest they could come to her place was three days from then. She agreed and began preparing. She sat up a babysitter for her baby, got a wax the very next day and changed her bedspread and sheets. She was ready by all means.
Thursday morning, she paced around her empty home. She decided to wear a tank top and jean skirt with no underwear or bra. It was a very presumptuous outfit but she didn’t care—she was so horny and contemplated wearing nothing but her silk robe. They were scheduled to come around 9am, and at 9:05 she began having a flood of second thoughts. How old were these guys really? Chad had a young face and blonde tousled hair but he had a job so he had to be 18 at least, right? What if someone found out? What if they just weren’t interested in her anymore? Right when her heart started to race, there was a small knock at the back door. She peeked through the window and saw Rick. Just Rick. She pulled open the door and ushered him in.
He was wearing his baby blue work polo, jeans, and sneakers. His longer, messy black hair was again peeking out from his baseball cap. He looked like she remembered and she got turned on just seeing him. He was strong through the chest and arms just like her husband but he was in far better shape. She remembered when he took his pants off before that he had thick, muscular legs. He definitely worked out a lot. His physique was a huge turn on but he was also very handsome, too. He took off his baseball cap and tried to smooth his messy hair. He looked at her through his black framed glasses. He seemed a bit nervous.
“Sorry I’m late,” he said, “and I’m sorry if you were hoping it was going to be Chad, too.” Lisa smiled at him and they sat down on the bar stools at her kitchen counter. “I mean, I’m sure he wanted to come but I told the girl working the phone to text me if you called to start up your service again. I told her to *just* text me.” Ahh, he wanted to have her all to himself. Lisa felt more turned on by this news than just by seeing Rick again. “I just think we could… well I guess I just think we’re really compatible and I wanted to have you to myself for a bit, without Chad.” She felt flattered and excited. She wasn’t used to a good-looking man wanting her so outwardly. Her own husband rarely expressed that he wanted her until he was about to cum. There was just one thing she needed to ask before she led him upstairs: “How old are you?” Rick smiled. “Twenty-two,” he said, “and I’m finishing school in a couple months. I’m not just a pool boy.” She sensed that he wanted her to think more of him, which was also flattering. Right now she could hardly think at all. She just wanted to feel him under her fingertips, between her thighs and in her mouth. “Follow me,” she said, heading up the stairs.
She sat down on the foot of her bed and he sat next to her, his thigh rubbing against hers. It sent a sexual chill throughout her body and she wondered if it did the same for him. “Let’s start slower this time,” he said, placing his strong hand on her inner thigh. He gently began rubbing her leg, each rub letting his hand go further and further up her skirt. “Lie down,” he said, quietly. She laid on her bed, flat on her back, and watched him. He pulled his polo off over his head using one hand behind his back. His chest and stomach was muscular and thick. She’d never seen such a sexy body in person before. Her husband was in good shape but he wasn’t as built as Rick was. He crawled between her legs and pushed his head under her skirt. She felt him began to kiss her.
He kissed her thighs gently and kissed her lips, not yet parting them. He continued this cycle of kissing her gently and repeatedly for a few minutes before she was so wet that he could see it. “Now you’re ready,” he said to her. She felt his thumb gently slip between her engorged lips and slide over the top of her clit. His thumb traced slow circles around her sweet spot before he drove two fingers into her soaking wet pussy. She let out a loud moan of both pleasure and relief—she was so glad to be feeling him touch her again. He continued to slowly pull his fingers out of her to the very tip and drive them all the way back in deeply. This rhythm made her pull her legs up and arch her back. He was so good with his fingers, she didn’t even know it was possible to be fingered so well. “Don’t cum yet,” he said to her as she moaned and writhed. He put his head back under her skirt and began circling her clit again—this time with his tongue. When he felt her tense up, he switched from his tongue to his thumb, never giving her clit a break. He was edging her, and she loved it. She could feel all her juices leaking out of her onto the comforter. After a few minutes of clit play, Rick pushed his tongue inside of her pussy, alternating between fucking her with his tongue and licking her clit up and down. She lifted her head and looked down to see Rick between her legs, under her skirt, eating her out so gently yet with the perfect amount of force that she felt herself get close to climax. “I want to cum,” she gasped, letting her head fall back down to the pillow. He pulled her skirt off, pushed her thighs up with his big hands. He smiled at her and went back to work. He licked from her cunt to her clit, giving her clit a few extra licks before returning back to her soaking hole. “Oh God, Rick,” she moaned as she approached climax. He sensed she was about to cum and began fingering her gap while sucking her clit. Looking down at him performing the best oral sex she’d ever received made her instantly start to orgasm. Her body shook wildly as she came, orgasming for what seemed like minutes as he continued to lick her.
He got up and washed his mouth out and grabbed a hand towel and began gently wiping her down. He gently wiped off the cum and saliva, making sure to wipe her inner thighs and underneath her as well. She felt her heart flutter in this moment—not only did he want her to orgasm first but he also wanted to make sure she felt comfortable after, too. That was very sexy to her and made her want to jump him, right then and there.
“You’re really good at that,” she said to him, as he climbed up next to her and laid on his back. “Its like you were made for my mouth,” he said, smiling, looking up at the ceiling. She looked down at him, still wearing his jeans. She could see his massive cock was hard, pressed up against the zipper in his pants, waiting to be set free. She turned on her side and reached across him, unzipping his pants and fishing out his cock. It was bigger and more beautiful than she remembered it being. “God you have a beautiful dick,” she said, as she began to stroke it lightly and kiss his neck. He made a noise but didn’t respond as he was too busy enjoying this gentle hand job she was giving him. “Can I tell you something?” she asked, while she continued to gently stroke him. “Yes,” he said quietly, putting his arm behind his head to prop himself up slightly. He watched her as she spoke, and she watched his dick as she talked.
“There were so many times in the last few weeks that I thought about you. I thought about what it would be like to kiss you. To feel you inside me. To feel you orgasm inside me.. with me. I thought about you while I fingered myself on the couch under a blanket in front of my husband. I thought about being on top of you, your magnificent dick filling me up. I masturbated to you and I together. I masturbated to just the thought of you. I had hoped I’d get to see you again.” She looked up at him and he was flush, a very small smile on his face as she jerked him off. She was now using his precum to masturbate him more easily and his dick was now fully erect and throbbing. “I thought about all of that, too,” he said to her.
“Sit up on the edge of the bed,” she said, “and take off your pants.” He did as instructed and she took off her tank top and got on her knees behind him on the bed. She pressed her naked tits to his back and he moaned. She reached around his torso and began jacking him off, her tits pushing against his back with every stroke. She kissed his neck and whispered things into his ear to get him even more excited. His body was tensing up and she could see that he was getting close to climax. “Do you want to cum?” she asked, tracing the bottom of his earlobe with her tongue. “Yes,” he panted, “yes I do.” She climbed into his lap and lowered her wet cunt to his cock and sat down on it quickly. “Oh shit,” he exclaimed, not expecting her to suddenly start fucking him. She only bounced in his lap a few times, with her tits pushed directly into his face, before he erupted. He moaned as he orgasmed and she could feel her body get warm from his huge load of cum. She looked down at her chest which was slightly red from his stubble rubbing against her as they fucked. She saw their intertwined privates and she felt so happy.
“Thank you,” she said to him, his cock still rammed inside of her.
“I want to see you regularly,” Rick said. “Can you meet me somewhere in a couple of days?”
The idea of taking this fuck to the next level and going out somewhere together turned Lisa on.
“Definitely,” she said, throwing all reality of her life to the wind.
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