Whitney had always been a meticulous person, and it showed in her perfectly manicured lawn and sparkling pool. Every morning, she’d watch the pool boy, Tom, from her kitchen window. He was young, with muscles that rippled like the water he skimmed with his net. She noticed the way his eyes lingered on her, and the way his cheeks flushed when she stepped outside to say hello. It was a thrill she hadn’t felt in years, not since her husband had lost interest in her.
The heat of the day was relentless, and she found herself growing more restless by the minute. She decided to take a dip in the pool, hoping the cool water would ease her mind. As she slid into the pool, the silk of her bathing suit clinging to her curves, Tom’s eyes followed her every move. He was too shy to look away, and she liked that. She swam a few laps, the water caressing her skin, and climbed out of the pool, her body glistening. She felt Tom’s gaze on her as she bent to pick up her towel, and she allowed herself a small, knowing smile.
Her husband, Robert, was a successful businessman, always busy with work, leaving her alone to manage the house and their teenage children. The spark between them had fizzled out long ago, replaced by routine and a silent understanding that passion was a thing of the past. As she dried off, she wondered if Tom had ever been with a woman like her. Experienced, yet still desirable. The thought of it made her pulse quicken.
Tom was packing up his tools when she approached him, the towel barely covering her. “Could you help me with something?” she asked, her voice a little breathless. He looked up, surprised, and she could see the hunger in his eyes. She pointed to the ladder that had been leaning against the pool since the morning. “It’s a bit wobbly,” she lied. “I’m afraid it might fall over.” He nodded, setting down his things, and she stepped aside, watching him as he moved closer. The air between them grew thick with tension, and she felt a thrill of excitement run through her.
He reached for the ladder, his back to her, and she took the opportunity to slip the towel from her body, letting it drop to the ground. She stepped closer, placing her hand on his shoulder, her naked skin warm against his back. He froze, his breath catching in his throat. “Let me help,” she whispered, her breath tickling his ear. He turned to face her, and she could see the desire in his eyes, the way they raked over her body. He was young, but she knew she could teach him a thing or two.
Without a word, she leaned in and kissed him, her tongue darting out to taste the salt on his lips. He responded eagerly, his hands reaching for her, pulling her closer. She let him take the lead, feeling his strong arms wrap around her waist, lifting her slightly so she could feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against her. It had been so long since anyone had touched her with such hunger. She kissed him deeper, her hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heart beneath her fingertips.
The sound of the garage door opening made them both jump. Robert was home early. She pulled back, her eyes wide with panic, but Tom just grinned, his eyes dark with lust. He nodded towards the house, and she followed his gaze to see her husband standing in the doorway, his tie loosened and a look of shock on his face. But instead of anger, she saw something else in his eyes. Arousal. He was watching them, his hand moving slowly in his pocket. The realization sent a shockwave through her, and she felt a sudden thrill. This was a game she hadn’t played in a long time, and she was ready to see where it led. She leaned into Tom, her eyes locked on Robert’s, and kissed him harder, her hand slipping down to cup Tom’s firm ass. The power was intoxicating.
Robert took a step forward, his hand still in his pocket, stroking himself as he approached them. She could see the bulge in his pants, and she knew he was just as turned on as she was. He stopped a few feet away, his eyes never leaving hers, and she felt a rush of adrenaline. This was new territory for all of them, and she liked the way it felt. Dirty and exciting.
Tom broke the kiss, looking over his shoulder at Robert, who nodded in approval. He turned back to Whitney, his hands sliding up her body to cup her breasts, his thumbs teasing her hardened nipples. She gasped, her eyes closing in pleasure, but she kept watching her husband, who had moved closer. Robert’s hand was now free from his pocket, and he was stroking himself in plain view. The sight made her even wetter, and she reached down to untie Tom’s trunks, letting them fall to the ground. He was already hard, and she wrapped her hand around him, feeling him pulse in her grip.
Without a word, Robert stepped up beside them, his eyes still on his wife’s face. He reached out and touched her, his hand sliding down her side to rest on her hip. She shivered, the touch of her husband’s hand sending a jolt through her body. He was watching them, watching her with Tom, and she could feel his need. It was a heady mix of fear and excitement, and she didn’t know if she could handle it. But she wanted to try.
Tom took the cue and stepped back, allowing Robert to slide in between them. He kissed her deeply, his hand finding its way between her legs, his fingers teasing her. She moaned into his mouth, her body responding to his touch despite the years of neglect. The pool boy’s eyes never left them, his own hand still wrapped around his erection, stroking it slowly as he watched. It was like they were in a silent agreement, a pact of desire that none of them had ever dared to speak aloud.
The tension grew, each touch from Robert sending waves of pleasure through her. She could feel the heat from Tom’s body behind her, his breath on her neck as he waited his turn. And she knew that when Robert was done, she would give herself to Tom, right there in the open, with her husband watching. It was a thrill she hadn’t felt in years, and she didn’t want it to end.
Robert’s kiss grew more urgent, his hands exploring her body as if it were new territory. She felt his cock pressing against her leg, hard and demanding. He broke the kiss, his eyes meeting hers, and she saw the challenge in his gaze. He wanted her to take charge, to show him that she was still the woman he married. She leaned back into Tom’s embrace, his strong arms wrapping around her waist, as she reached down to guide Robert’s cock into her. He groaned, his eyes closing in pleasure, and she felt a surge of power. This was her show now.
Tom’s hands found her breasts again, his thumbs circling her nipples as she began to ride her husband. Robert’s hands were on her hips, guiding her, his breathing growing ragged. She watched him, his eyes now closed, lost in the feeling of her body around him. And she knew that Tom was watching too, his own arousal evident as he touched her, his erection pressing into her back.
The sound of the sliding glass door echoed through the backyard, and she tensed, but Robert just chuckled, his eyes still on hers. “Let’s give him a show,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. She nodded, her heart racing, and leaned back into Tom’s arms, her legs spread wide for her husband’s view. Tom took over, his hands sliding down her body to her clit, his fingers working her in time with Robert’s thrusts.
Their rhythm grew more frenzied, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the air. Robert’s hand moved to her throat, his grip firm but not painful, and she gasped, the pressure sending her closer to the edge. She felt Tom’s mouth on her neck, his teeth grazing her skin, and she knew she was going to come. The thought of her husband watching her with another man was too much, and she threw her head back, crying out as the orgasm ripped through her.
Robert’s grip tightened, his own climax following close behind. He pulled out, spilling his seed onto her stomach, and she watched him with a mix of amazement and arousal. He stepped back, his chest heaving, and nodded to Tom, who took his place, his cock still rock-hard. She didn’t hesitate, turning to face him, her eyes never leaving Robert’s as she straddled the pool boy.
The feeling of Tom’s cock sliding into her was like nothing she had ever experienced. It had been so long since she had felt this way, and she didn’t want it to stop. She began to ride him, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes locked on Robert’s. He was still stroking himself, his gaze intense, and she knew he was imagining it was him inside her.
With each thrust, Tom brought her closer to another peak, and she could feel the tension in the air building. This was a new chapter in their marriage, one filled with excitement and danger. And she was ready to see where it took them. As Tom’s pace quickened, she leaned back, her breasts bouncing with each movement, and watched her husband, his eyes never leaving hers.
When Tom finally came, she felt a sense of satisfaction wash over her. She had done it. She had taken control, and she had enjoyed every moment of it. She leaned into him, her breathing ragged, and whispered in his ear, “Thank you.” He kissed her neck, his breath warm against her skin, and she knew that this was just the beginning.
They lay there for a moment, the three of them tangled together, their hearts beating in sync. Then, with a smirk, she turned to Robert, who was now fully dressed, his erection gone. “Well,” she said, her voice playful, “I guess we should talk about this.” And with that, she stood up, leaving Tom panting on the ground, and walked back into the house, her hips swaying with each step. The game had just begun, and she was ready to play.
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