1 comments/ 22334 views/ 0 favorites Cleaning the Pool By: Caliber345 I met an old friend of the family one Saturday afternoon, while shopping for odds and ends at the local mall. We spent some time catching up since we last saw one another, and eventually the conversation turned to work. Greg owned a swimming pool business of average but profitable size; his clients were mostly well-off, and trusted him as a lifelong resident of the community. At the time, I was working in an office, and wanted to make some extra capital during the summer. Greg offered me a part-time job cleaning pools, and the next weekend he was training me at various clients' homes. The work was simple enough, as most of his clients had expensive and top of the line filtration and heating systems installed. They paid more for the stature of having someone clean their pool, as opposed to simply taking the odd leaf out on their own. On the third Saturday that I worked alone, Greg called me in a little earlier than usual. I arrived at his office, and made coffee. We sat down, and he explained a new assignment that I was going to handle. "We have an account," he began, "It is...special. Christine Ashton. She has been on vacation the past several weeks, which is why you haven't been sent to her home yet. But today, she has returned, and she has her pool serviced at 10:00 am sharp every Saturday." I smiled and nodded. "Ok. Not a problem. May I ask what makes her special?" "Well, she invited me to join a business venture several years back. It turned out extremely well for us, and my inclusion was more of a favor on her part. Since then, I have offered our services free of charge to her. She is a very kind and pleasant woman, but also very precise and exacting. She will not tolerate less than perfection, and I make it a personal point to make sure she gets that perfection. I'm assigning you to her account; your work has been exceptional and complimented often. Understand that I'm trusting you with something very important to me." I finished my coffee and got up to leave. "Oh," he started as I headed out. "Are you handy?" I looked at him quizzically. "You know, with hammers, gardening, that sort of thing," he said. "I'm no plumber or electrician," I chuckled. "But I can hang a picture or pull weeds, if that is what you mean." "Yes, exactly," he replied. "She sometimes needs those things done. It is never anything major, but I like to accommodate her. She will tip you well if you handle things to her liking." Off I went, making it a point to arrive fifteen minutes early at her home. I had built up an image of an elderly, rich woman that had made her fortunes with saavy and precision. I figured it would benefit me to please her, which would in turn please my pockets. I grabbed some gear from the van, and just as I approached her front door, it opened. "Good morning, Jason," she smiled. I was stuck for a reply. She stood about 5'10", weighing roughly 130 lbs., and in all the right places. Flowing red hair silouhetted an angelic face that burned through me with sky-blue eyes. An extra open button at the top of her white blouse revealed the beginning of a generous and shapely bosom. Her thin waist cascaded into full and curvy hips, which in turn slid down to elegant but firm thighs and calves. The simple floral patterned skirt draped around her legs beautifully. I quickly found her eyes again, and judged her to be about forty years old. Later conversations confirmed my suspicions. She was stunning and sexy all at once, and finally I found my tongue. "Good morning, Ms. Ashton." I tried my best casual smile, thinking it genuine enough as it spread across my cheeks. "Please, call me Christine," she smiled again, and I felt warm in all sorts of places. I followed her into the house, which was large and tastefully decorated. We arrived in the stately backyard, and I began to set up my gear. "Greg tells me you are his best worker," she started. "He also says you are an old family friend." Her eyes regarded me heavily for confirmation or denial, and I became a bit intimidated. It was both physical and mental; physically, at 5'4", 145 lbs. slender but fit, and of average looks and cleancut, I felt overwhelmed by her beauty. Mentally, because I knew this meant a lot to Greg, and I genuinely didn't want to let him down. I also took pride my work, regardless of the task at hand. I explained our family ties, and humbly deflected the "best worker" compliment. She smiled again, and it seemed more relaxed. "Would you like a drink?" she inquired. "Yes, thank you. That would be great," I answered. I felt robotic and cheesy, even though I was sincere in my thanks. "I'll have whatever you are having?" "Without even asking what, and if, I am drinking?" she grinned. "I trust you," I offered, and off she went into the house. She returned several minutes later with a perfectly-made Margarita. I sipped it as I worked, and occasionally she peeked outside, asking if I needed anything. I didn't, and soon the minimal work I had to do was completed. She asked if I could look at the track on one of the sliding doors to her deck, and with a little oil I solved it. She thanked me profusely and cheerily, and I gathered up my gear. After it was stored in the van, I met her at the front door. We said our goodbyes, and as we did, she shook my hand warmly in both of hers. I felt something placed into my palm, but didn't dare look at it when our hands separated. I placed it in my jeans pocket and took my leave. At the next house on my list, I pulled the paper out of my pocket. When I unfolded it, two perfectly creased $100 bills looked up at me. I laughed to myself, delighted. At the end of the day Greg met me as I prepared to depart for the evening. "You're quite the charmer," he laughed. "Me? What did I do?" "Christine called me. Not two minutes after you left her house, either. She's thrilled with you, and expects only you for the rest of the summer." I did the math in my head, and it was obvious I had found a lucrative deal if I kept this up. I thanked Greg heartily, and assured him I would take care of her for the rest of the summer. On the sixth Saturday, Chrsitine met me at the door as usual. Only this time, she wore a black and impossibly-fitted one-piece swimsuit. I cursed my sinful eyes as they tried to roam the contours and intimacies of her body. I began my ritual, and as she had every Staurday since the first, brought me a Margarita. This time, though, she didn't ask. She spent almost the entire time I was there outside, chatting with me as she sat under an umbrella-fitted table, sipping her drink. We talked and talked, about this, that, this, and then that some more. She seemed candid and relaxed, as if any reservations she had about me were gone. We laughed a lot, and I even felt at some point that she was flirting lightly with me. I quickly dismissed the notion as absurd, and finished my work. I left, and when I checked the tip she gave me at the next house I had, it had increased to $300.00. By the tenth Saturday, I no longer dismissed the idea of flirting with her; it had become almost incessant on her part, and I was far from complaining. We had three Margaritas as I worked, and I was pleasantly buzzed as I completed the pool. She asked me to check a few cabinets in her kitchen, and with a screwdriver I made the loose hinges go away. I returned to the backyard, and heard the distinct sounds of swimmming. She emerged from below the surface, and made her way up the steps out of the pool. I was instantly horny as I watched her walk over to me, dripping wet and smiling with satisfaction. She sat down at the table, lighting a cigarette. She offered me one, and then motioned for me to sit with her as we smoked. Her eyes roamed me openly from head to toe, and after several minutes she got up abruptly and went inside. When she returned, she had a pair of light blue men's trunks. "I'd hate to think that you cleaned this pool but never got to enjoy it," she smiled, and then off she went, diving into the deep end. She popped up, pulling her hair away from her face. "Well, what are you waiting for?" She went under again, and my mind raced with indecision and questions. Deciding to press my luck, I stripped quickly and pulled the trunks on. I slid into the shallow end, keeping my weak swimming skills in mind. I did a few laps slowly and carefully, and then hoisted myself out, sitting on the edge of the shallow end. She emerged a few feet away, and walked towards me. I began to say something when her hands stopped me. They slid down my chest, playing over my nipples briefly. She toyed with my Happy Trail, giggling as she twined the hairs between her fingers. She stared with naked lust into my eyes, and my trunks were being tugged down at the waistband. I lifted my ass, and she flung the trunks to parts unknown. I looked down, amazed at how rapidly I reached my length. She studied all 6 and 1/2 cut inches of me with eager desire. "Do you want this beautiful cock sucked, baby?" she whispered. All I could do was nod, and gasp as she took my pink head in her mouth. She licked, sucked, kissed, and flickered it sweetly with her tongue, moaning heavily as she did so. Her eyes rolled up underneath the lids, and in a minute she was greedily sucking my cock with a fervor I had never experienced. I moaned at a volume that was new and urgent, and her hands massaged my balls perfectly with her sucking. I felt my orgasm build quickly, and looked down at her. "I'm...going...to...CUM..." I breathed harshly. She sucked me harder, furrowing her brow and intently staring at my navel. The hot, thick lust of my orgasm exploded, and she swallowed three quarters of the sticky white cum that I offered. She held my cockhead in her mouth, suctioning it sharply as the last of my seed spilled out. She pulled my aching cock out her mouth with an audible "POP!", and then licked at the rest of the cum around her mouth. She grinned fiendishly up at me, and the pulled me by the waist. I hopped down into the pool, and she was hopping up and out. Her swimsuit came off with a flourish, and she opened her legs. She ran a hand down through her fiery red bush, and rubbed her pussy eagerly. She licked her lips, gazing down at me. Then she spread her pink, sexy pussy open, and commanded me, "Suck me. Suck me now." I wanted so badly to explore every inch of her inner thighs, bush, and navel, but did as I was told. My tongue probed between her pussy lips, moving quickly and with relish. I sucked and nibbled on her lips with primal lust, finding my way into her hot center. I thrusted my tongue in and out forcefully, and she was grunting and moaning at me through clenched teeth. "Yes. Yes. Yes. Suck it. I love it. Suck it. Suck my pussy baby." Her hands wove into my hair, grasping and pulling painfully at it. I moved forward, realizing I was throbbing and erect again when my cock bumped the wall of the pool. I pushed my upper lip against her clit, and rubbed it as I fucked her gorgeous pussy with my mouth. Her thighs closed around my head, and the world muffled as I closed my eyes and breathed her in. Then she was gone, and slipping into the pool in front of me. She found my cock with her hands, and guided me into her under the water. She paused, lifting herself slightly against the wall of the pool. "Fuck me now. Fuck me like you want to, baby. I want you...to...fuck...me..." she demanded. I slid deep into her pussy halfway, and she pushed forward. I stroked again, this time filling her with my hardness. She moaned long and hard, and within seconds I was fucking her hot tight pussy with every inch of my swollen cock. I made no attempt at taking my time, or taking her passionately. She scratched and clawed at my body, yelling and grunting obscenities. My groin ached and my balls all but crawled into my body, and I made noises that both excited and frightened me. I had a moment of terror as my orgasm built, but quickly felt relief when she screamed, strong and at length, "FUUUUUCK! CUMMMMM!" I let go, the warmth and urgency of my cum lost in the wet center of her pussy and the pool. Her pussy spasmed and she bucked her thighs and hips furiously. She quivered and shook against me, clenching my pumping cock deliciously with her pussy. I managed another minute or two before my cock softened, sliding out of her hot pussy in a gush of fluid. We collapsed into each others arms, leaning against the wall for some time. Suddenly she kissed me, deep and long. We spent a lengthy time making out in the same position, and finally she pulled away. I crawled out of the pool, exhausted, and found a chair. She returned from inside with two robes, and we put them on. After a few smokes and a soda, I called Greg, apologizing. I had missed my next appointment, but Greg just laughed, explaining it was taken care of. He hung up, and Christine offered a shower. Once that was finished, I stowed my gear and we said a comfortable goodbye. There was no tip that week, and there would never be one again. Instead, Christine would do things with me that paid in other ways, and that summer was one I will never forget. Cleaning the Pool My name is Tom and I work for a swimming pool business. Actually my dad owns the business and I slave away for him. I get sent out on calls to clean peoples pools and do maintenance on them. Today I was heading out to the rich part of town. I arrived at a house that was almost mansion size. I rang the doorbell but no one answered. Luckily you could walk around to the back of this place. Once I did that I saw this guy lying in a fancy beach chair. He was blonde and good looking. He was basically naked except for a small towel he had across his midsection. I called out to him and he looked over at me. "Oh, you are here to clean the pool?" He motioned over to the pool like I should get to work. I guess I was just a worker bee to this guy. I did get to cleaning out the pool and adding the proper chemicals. I was also keeping a watch on this guy's crotch. There was a big bulge underneath that small towel. I wanted so badly to walk over and pull that cloth away. I had to control my urges. It took me over an hour to finish up the job. I then walked over to this blond guy to tell him I was done. He took me by surprise by pulling the towel away from his body. His dick was thick and long and it looked half erect to me. I just stood there not knowing quite what to do. "You did want it, didn't you?" he said. "You have been watching me ever since you arrived" My face must have gone red. Yes, I had been looking and I got caught at it, no less. "Well?" He said to me. I don't know what came over me. I knelt down along side his beach chair. I reached out and took that thick cock in my hand. I lowered my head and took him in my mouth. It was so thick and long I could barely take him down my throat. My blonde friend began to moan. He reached out and placed his hand on the back of my head. He didn't want me pulling off. I started to bob up and down his pole. He tasted so hot and sweaty. I wanted him bad now. I went down all the way, deep throating his huge dick. All I could think of was that cock head spitting out its seed. I just went crazy by then. I was licking and sucking his bone, just waiting for him to explode. I didn't have long to wait. I squeezed his sacs a few times and that seem to do it. He lifted his ass up from the chair and blew his steamy load. I was gulping to take it all down. I could tell there was a lot of cum. It was dripping from the corners of my mouth. I finally thought he was finished and I pulled off his erect bone. I licked the corners of my mouth to get every last drop. Then I stood up and looked down at my naked friend. Christ, he was still hard as a fence post. He then got up and stood face to face with me. He reached out and started to undress me. I just stood there and let him do it. Thankfully there was no one around and this house was secluded. In just a few minutes he had me naked. My friend pulled me over to a table close by. I was made to lie on my back. My blonde friend then took hold of my ankles and raised them up. I was hot and a bit scared. His big prick was pointed straight at my hole. I had never taken a cock back there. I was a virgin. He then took a step forward and rubbed the head of his dick up and down my crack. I thought I was going to lose it. Then I felt a hard pinch. There was pain as he tried to ease his monster into my tight hole. It took some time, but somehow he was inside my ass the whole way. Then came the ass fucking. My friend then proceeded to fill my ass with the hardest strokes he could produce. His big balls were dancing off my ass cheeks. He also started talking dirty to me. He said he was going to use me and fuck my ass until I bled. I surely didn't want that, but he had complete control over my asshole. The sun was hot that day and I was lost in a haze as my cherry ass got fucked. I know I screamed and pleaded somewhere along the line. I did lose it and told him to ram my ass as hard as he could. He did just that. I was stretched as his big rod rammed into me over and over. My friend then arched his back and unloaded again. I was surprised that he still had cum left over. I felt him seed my ass. It was hot and sticky man cream that entered my bottom. I milked his cock with my ass muscles as he kept feeding me his love offering. After a few minutes my blonde friend pulled out. Cum started to drip out my hole. I could barely move, I was so wiped out. My blonde lover went inside the house and came back with some damp towels. I cleaned up the best I could, trying to force out the cum he blew into my ass. I did find out that my lover's name was Jimmy. Jimmy said he wanted to do it again if I was up to it. I told him I needed to give my ass a rest, but I would be back one day soon and clean his pool again. Cleaning The Pool Everything in this story actually happened. The names are changed and the time is condensed. Please enjoy. * It was a hot afternoon in June and I'd been asked to help open my lover's pool for the summer. She greeted me at the door wearing a flirtatious smile, very sheer, lace top high-cut panties, and a sheer white blouse, held closed with only two buttons near her navel. She turned slightly and posed for a moment, then pulled me in and kissed me. All of this, though exciting, seems fairly normal, until you realize her husband was sitting in the TV room watching his western. I was speechless, enchanted and admired her up and down, my hands briefly following my gaze. I caressed her pussy and she pulled away, smiling and holding a finger to her lips. "You like?" She turned and strutted into the kitchen. I was still awe-struck. This was a fantasy come true and I glanced toward the TV room as I followed. She smiled. I had known Cece for many years and had quickly become close friends with her. We'd been introduced through my sister and had wanted a closer relationship from the beginning, but had never managed to make it work, as we never seemed mutually available at the same time. I became friends with Marvin, her husband. He was elderly, but wise and an excellent fly fisherman and Blackjack player. Finally, when our desires became unbearable, we became intimate and erotic lovers, choosing each other over all else. Cece and I were always discreet, but increasingly daring and erotic. I had coaxed her into some daring adventures and to my delight we discovered her exhibitionist streak. Cece glanced into a strategically placed mirror and saw Marvin focused on the television. She leaned back against the sink as I unbuttoned my cut-offs. I released the two buttons of her blouse and kissed her passionately. We switched places and my cut-offs fell to my ankles. She stood on her toes and I held her ass, pressing my cock against her pussy. It had been days since we'd been together and I watched the mirror as we kissed. Her blouse opened and she pressed her breasts against my chest. I glanced again at the mirror and daringly reached down and pushed her panties down below her knees and they slid to the floor. She stood in just her open blouse, her husband just a room away. My cock was rock hard and sprang from my panties as I lowered them. Cece was nervous, but raised up and I pulled her to me, rubbing my cock against her wet slit. Her pussy opened and she welcomed me in. My cock slid into her warm pussy, out an inch, then all the way in. I held her ass and she wrapped a leg around me as we fucked. Cowboys yelled from the other room as her husband watched and Cece and I absorbed each other, lost in our lust. "Oh Lover, this is so good..." She humped against me. We were fucking, daringly, openly. "Oh God," I whispered. My cock throbbed. I was bumping her cervix. "Oh yes, cum in me, Oh yessss..." Her eyes glazed and she climaxed humping uncontrollably. "Oh Luv, Oh Luv..." I erupted deep inside her, and we kissed deeply as our climaxes subsided. We stood, my cock still pulsing, buried in her wet pussy. She smiled, rocking back and forth, thrilled at her daring exhibition and we slid apart. She posed again, her pussy engorged and wet with cum then slid her panties up, catching the cum trickling down her leg and soaking the crotch of her panties. They were soaked and transparent and she turned toward the rear door and the TV room, re-buttoning the two buttons of her blouse. "We're headed down to the pool to un-cover it and get it ready. Wanna' come?" Cece stood at the end of the couch, her blouse carelessly open and her soaked pussy eye level with her husband. "Nah, you go ahead. It's a good day for it. Have fun." He glanced our way then back to the movie. "Ok, back in a while..." We carried our towels down to the pool deck, spread them out and she lay back as I slid her panties off. I was again hard as a rock and we casually fucked, listening for the back door, hoping to be caught and seen. We spent the afternoon cleaning the pool and connecting the filter. Cece had flirtatiously slipped her panties and blouse off and worked completely nude. It was daring and exciting for both of us. She glanced from me, up to the rear deck of the house and back. Her husband watched movies a mere hundred feet away and could open the back door or glance out a window and catch us at any moment... She smiled mischievously, thought a moment and slipped her panties and blouse off, posing for me. I was hard in an instant. My lover wanted to be seen. We'd become so bold that we were convinced he knew and didn't mind, maybe even enjoyed it. I suspected he was ok with us, providing his dignity remained intact, which was fine. We had no desire to humiliate him. We fantasized complete openness, being able to kiss, pet, and caress in front of him. It was now dusk, early evening, and we'd removed the winter cover, vacuumed and started the filter. The water was already surprisingly clean. Cece embraced me and we walked to our towels. She lay back and opened her legs, she was so warm and slippery, I slid deep inside of her and we casually fucked. She closed her eyes and rocked her hips as my cock bumped her cervix. "Oh Scott, that's sooo good. Use me... please use my wet pussy..." She moaned softly. "Oh God..." I loved it when she said that. "Fuck me. Fuck my pussy. Cum in me..." "Oh yes..." I felt the tingle at the base of my cock. I started to cum. Just then the back door light came on and the door opened. "Oh God, stay in me. Don't stop... please." She pulled me deeper. I couldn't stop. My cock erupted as she spoke and I humped deeper, gushing cum into her warm pussy. "Are you guys ready for dinner? Shall I light the barbecue?" Her husband's voice called. He was blinded, standing in light, gazing into darkness. At best, he could see shapes, two bodies humping in the darkness. With my cock cumming deep in her cunt, Cece looked up at her husband and erupted. Her wet pussy held my cock and she curled into me, she watched him on the deck as her orgasm convulsed through her, wave after wave of pleasure. She closed her eyes and caught her breath. "OK," she called. "We're coming." He stood on the deck and she humped against me as her orgasm slowly trailed off and she smiled. I smiled, shook my head and rolled off of her. We were drenched. She stood and dressed, then slipped into the pool to rinse. She climbed from the pool and stepped down the ladder from the deck to the grass, then glanced down at herself. Her panties and blouse were transparent and she smiled, not bothering to button her blouse. I looked up at the house. Her husband gazed into the darkness. I followed Cece up the wide path of lawn toward the rear deck of the house, her shapely ass swayed before me and she paused behind the bushes and turned, opening her blouse wide, and posing. Her dark nipples were erect in the evening breeze, and perched just so, waiting for my lips. I embraced her and held her ass, pulling her to me, sucking on one nipple, then the other. Her panties and blouse were dripping wet and clinging and her pussy aligned with my cock perfectly. We kissed passionately, our tongues sliding together and she rocked her hips so that my cock pressed her panties into her slit. I pulled apart and took a deep breath. We could hear her husband lighting the grill just a few feet away and she humped against me erotically. As we approached the light I could see her panties and blouse were transparent and I glanced at her husband. Cece turned as she reached the top step of the deck, glanced at her clinging blouse and panties and grinned at me. Her panties were pulled high between her swollen lips and barely covered her swollen clit. She stroked her husband's shoulders as she passed and he turned and they kissed with a peck of the lips. His hand groped her wet ass and they hugged briefly. "You should get some dry clothes on." "Ok," she smiled and entered the house. "I'll get the spare ribs ready and bring them out for you." Her husband watched her go, turned and saw me standing awkwardly behind him and continued scraping the grill. "I think she likes you." His tone was matter of fact. "Yeah, we've known each other a long time." He nodded. "Scott, could you give me a hand?" Cece called from the kitchen. I stepped into the house and found Cece in the kitchen placing ribs on a platter to carry out to the grill. Her blouse was drying, but remained unbuttoned and her breasts swayed gently as she moved. She smiled at me. "So... do you suppose he suspects something?" She glanced at me. "Hmf," I softly snorted. "He said he thinks you like me." She smiled up at me. "I think he's right." We ate sitting on the deck and later sat watching a movie. I sat in a recliner and pretended to watch the movie. It was a drama and my lover was much more exciting. Cece sat beside her husband on the couch, still in her panties and open blouse. She was quite casual, enjoying her nakedness, her blouse open, displaying her gorgeous breasts. She posed for me as her husband tried to enjoy the movie. She rested her hand on his thigh, but would erotically glance at me and move her blouse to one side, freeing her breasts. She leaned forward and lifted her wine glass, then opened her legs. Her panties were dry now, but loose and I smiled as she casually pulled them to one side, displaying her still swollen pussy. She softly rocked her hips and leaned back, leaving her pussy fully exposed, watching me. I was again hard as a rock and squirmed, trying to adjust my cock. Finally, Cece looked at me and patted the cushion beside her. I reached for my wine glass and sat beside my nearly naked lover. She smiled at me and turned, leaning against her husband, then opened her legs, lifting her knee onto the cushion between us. I gazed down at her beautiful pussy and she softly rocked her hips. An action scene unfolded on the screen and her husband watched. Cece licked her lips and pulled her panties aside further. She smiled and slid a finger up her slit, separating her swollen lips for me, then erotically licked her finger off and pretended to watch the movie, softly rocking her hips. I rested my hand on her knee and gently stroked her. The action scene had ended and the cast now sat in a Victorian room, taking turns reciting poetry. Cece's husband shook his head, stretched and struggled to stand. "Ok, let me know how it ends. I'm headed to bed." I began to withdraw my hand, but Cece quickly placed her hand over it, holding me there. She sat, blouse unbuttoned, legs open and her beautiful pussy open and beckoning. "Is Scott staying in the guest room?" He glanced at me. "Um... Sure, if he'd like...?" Cece looked up at him and actually opened her legs a bit wider and glanced at me. "Yeah, I um... Thanks..." I couldn't help glancing from her used pussy to him and back. Her pussy was swollen and open and waiting. He followed my gaze and nodded, gave Cece a peck on the lips and turned toward the bedroom. We exchanged wide lascivious grins the moment he turned the corner. She opened her legs and lay back as I unbuttoned my cut-offs. She was sooo wet. My cock slid into her warm pussy and we kissed passionately, fucking openly on the couch. "Oh Scott, he left us here... he saw my open pussy and left us here to fuck... Ohhh..." My cock swelled in her pussy and she gazed up at me. "Oh God, he knows... I sat showing you my pussy, he saw me full of cum and he knows." She humped into me, grinding her clit against me. "Oh God... we can fuck openly, Ohhh... maybe he'll watch..." She arched into an orgasm and I cradled her shoulders and head as she climaxed. "Oh Luv," I gushed, flooding her pussy with cum. I closed my eyes and softly humped into her as my climax slowed. Waves washed over us, but we remained, my cock still pulsing in her pussy. Her husband lay in bed just a room away and I kissed her, still hard, softly fucking, pushing my cum into her cervix. "I should go," She glanced toward the bedroom. I nodded. "Is he asleep?" I asked softly. "No, he's listening, waiting." She closed her eyes and rubbed her clit against me. "Will he cum in you?" I grew harder. "Oh yes, he's waiting." "Ohh... he'll feel all of my cum in you..." We were again fucking and kissing. "Oh God... Oh yes. I want that... Ohhh... yessss." She curled into another orgasm and I ground against her clit, bumping her cervix. I knew I couldn't cum. It was too soon, but Cece was most beautiful when she climaxed and I loved it and watched. She crested and I held her, riding her as she slowly relaxed. We smiled and kissed and I slowly slid out of her. Her pussy was drenched and swollen and beautifully used. My cum trickled out of her and she smiled. She carried her panties and blouse, walking naked to their bedroom, and I followed her to the door and watched her enter. She winked and left the door ajar. I lay on the bed in Cece's guest room, listening to their muffled voices and the soft squeak of the bed. I heard her husband groan and knew his cock was in her. Moments later he groaned again, and again, louder, as he climaxed. I heard the sheets rustle and minutes later his snores. I had just closed my eyes when the shadow of Cece entered my room. She was naked and slid into bed beside me. "Oh Lover..." I was so hard and she opened her legs, welcoming me into her. Oh Scott, this is sooo good. I'm sooo full of cum... use me, fuck me... Oh God, I want that..." My cock slid into her used pussy. She was sooo slippery and swollen. Cum pushed out of her coating my hard cock and soaking the sheets. "Oh Cece... I love this..." We fucked slowly until her eyes grew and she again curled into me. "OH God... Cum in me... shoot more cum in me... OH Yessss... watch men cumming in me..." "Yessss...." I hunched into her, gushing more cum. I buried my face in her shoulder and kissed her. She offered me her neck and I sucked and nibbled, marking her, claiming her. She pulled me deep, draining me as I used her wet pussy. We slept, my cock still buried in her pussy, a large hickey on her throat. The next morning we fucked yet again, finally rising for breakfast. Cece wore just a sheer blouse, unbuttoned, and we talked softly as we sipped coffee. "Did you mean what you said this morning?" I smiled at her. "What...?" She looked nervous. "...about me watching men cumming in you?" I stood close, stroking her sides. "I... I um..." she hung her head. "Oh Scott, I would love that..." "Oh God, oh yes," I held her close. Almost an hour later her husband rose and joined us. We sat on the couch, Cece in my lap, naked, leaning back against me. She sat with her legs open as I stroked her pussy, attempting to keep my cum from running out of her. She smiled up at him and he gave her a peck on the lips, stroking her waist, then sat with his coffee and paper. The End?