*This is the second (and maybe last) part of Luke and Jane’s sexual adventure*
Luke went to the pool every day, without fail at the same time. She wasn’t there. Not the first day. Not the second. Not for a week. He spent his days longing to see her again, masturbating to the fantasy of her, and in fear that she would somehow reach to his family and humiliate him.
She avoided the pool. She was afraid of running into him again. Of falling pray to the temptation. The shower head was her loving companion every night, as her husband lay in bed, sleeping, ignoring her beauty, leaving her unfulfilled. He had fallen pray to habit, to comfort, and forgot to want his own wife, to lust after her. And she was left to her own devices, pleasuring herself, quietly moaning over the sound of the shower, fantasizing about the young boy that had cum for her in the swimming pool, with no restraint, nothing but his primal carnal lust for her.