by R. C. Curtis
Kelly writhed on my cock. I knew how turned on she was by how quickly the giggles turned to moans. I stared into her eyes intently and fucked her fast and furious. Her hips rose to meet my thrusts, and I accelerated quickly, determination apparently in my eyes.
“Baby,” gasped Kelly. “Baby I need to come.”
I shook my head. My thrusts were rapid, I could feel the urge build. I looked at her ruined face, cum still leaking from her nose in a wet dribble. She had never looked sexier.
Kelly started to panic. “No, no baby, please. Please don’t yet I need to come too!”
This fuck wasn’t for Kelly. This fuck was for me.
Her hands beat lightly on my shoulder, like the light rain on the roof, and then I arched and shot my cum into her.
She held me as I spasmed, but groaned in disappointment and dismay. I emptied into her complaining body, then caught my breath. I pulled out and stood between her splayed legs. I patted her head. “It’s a long night baby. I think you’ll have a chance later.”
Kelly Gets Pooled
Finishing the Pool
Watching Kelly fuck the pool boy the first time was an incredible rush. I felt happy for her, and it was so hot watching him fuck her. I usually tried to check the camera when Kelly was sunbathing, and you can imagine my surprise when he showed up, because he usually came by much earlier. I watched him look at Kelly sleeping for a few minutes in the chaise lounge, then saw him flip a little water up and “accidentally” splash her.
Kelly’s surprise looked genuine. She jumped up all startled looking, her bare breasts just right there. I knew Kelly was willing to fuck him but she had been out of action for a while with the new baby, and I wasn’t sure she would go through with it. It was cute watching Kelly flirt with him. She had no idea he had done it one purpose. I knew he wanted to fuck her.
The kid did fuck her, and he was good at it. I saw him go down one her, and I saw her come, out on the deck chair and several times in the pool. So Kelly had a really good day. She knew I was watching, and she blew me a kiss at the end before she went back into the house. I couldn’t wait to get home that night.
When I got home, Kelly was at her teasing best. She wore a little pair of panties and a snug t-shirt. I could see her nipples popping through, but she wouldn’t let me touch her. She wouldn’t even talk about her day, she just flirted coyly with me and promised to tell me everything after Christopher went to sleep.
I think she was even more aroused than I was. The thrill of fucking someone new, the orgasms he gave her, and the play she and I were about to enjoy had her very excited. She knew I was going to fuck her, and that she was about to come again tonight. Kelly loves that anticipation. I went outside to sit by the pool, in just my swim trunks.
Kelly put Christopher to bed, settled him down, and came out to join me for the rest of the evening. She sat on the same chaise lounge she had seduced Brandon from. She had a glass of red wine in her hand, and one hand resting lightly on the baby monitor.
“If that chair could talk,” I said to her, teasing.
“If only,” she answered. “But the camera talks.” She settled in, stretching her long legs in front of her.
“You’re keeping the t-shirt on?” I playfully chided her. “The pool boy had a better view than that.”
“He did,” she said, crossing her legs. “He had the best view. And he wasn’t a bad view himself.”
“Is that so?”
“It is,” said Kelly coolly. “A girl doesn’t get to look at a body like that too often.”
“Once a week, I hear.”
“Usually,” said Kelly.
“Oh?”
She leaned back. “He’s coming by tomorrow to finish the pool.”
“Is he now?” I put down my drink, and walked over to Kelly. She looked up at me languorously. I bent and kissed her softly.
“And are you going to fuck him?” I said quietly.
“Yes,” breathed Kelly.
My cock surged. Kelly was so…wanton.
“Are you sure?” I whispered.
“Yes,” said Kelly.
I sat facing her, next to her long tan legs on the chair. I laid a hand on her thigh. Kelly shifted gently. Her big breasts lolled easily under the t-shirt. “How do you know?” I continued.
“I just know,” said Kelly, dreamily.
I ran my hand along her thigh. “And what did you like about it?” I pressed.
She took a sip of wine. “He’s beautiful. And he’s very manly.”
I slid my hand over her belly, letting my thumb dip down just enough to brush her clit. She didn’t react. I felt a little surge of jealousy.
“Manly?” I asked.
“Yes,” sighed Kelly. “Very much. He took control of me.”
“Just for the moment. You are mine now.”
Kelly smiled. “I am.”
I looked at her steadily. “Take off your t-shirt,” I said.
Silently, Kelly put her wine glass down. She crossed her arms and took her t-shirt in her hands, and pulled it up smoothly over her head. Her fine breasts bobbled wonderfully. She shook her hair as the shirt came off and she laid it on the tile beside the chair.
“Is this better?” she asked.
“Much better.”
She picked up her wine glass again, and settled back down. Her large firm breasts swelled out perfectly from her chest, topped with beautifully proportioned nipples. Those breasts had blossomed beautifully with the birth and breast feeding of our son, and looked better than I could have ever imagined, back when I first saw her as a slim leggy teenager skimboarding on a Hawaiian beach.
She took another sip. I let my hand rest on her flat belly. Her skin was flawless, tanned and soft.
Her eyes watched my face. She turned away for a moment. “I liked it,” she said. “I liked it a lot.”
“More than usual?” I asked.
She was thoughtful. “What do you mean usual? Do you mean with you?”
I shifted. “I mean what you want it to mean. Did you like it more than you like it with me, or did you like it more than the sex you’ve had with other guys?”
Kelly wasn’t ready to answer. She sat silent for a long moment, then spoke. “I’ve been a mom for just a year and a half now. You and I have had some great sex, and I love it a lot. I couldn’t live without it.”
This sounded ominous. “But?”
Kelly took a deep breath. Her breasts were distracting me, as always. “I don’t know, there’s something about other guys. It’s a whole other kind of excitement.”
“The thrill of the hunt?”
“The thrill of being hunted, I think,” said Kelly reflectively. “In the pool today, with Brandon, well…”
She trailed off.
“Well what?”
“It was amazing. The best sex I’ve had in a long time. I feel so satisfied, so completed.”
“He’s a young boy, he has a lot of stamina.”
“Not just that,” said Kelly. “There’s more.”
“Like what?” I was having to tease this out of her.
“You and I fuck, and we have a lot of fun. I feel so loved when you fuck me. But Brandon…” She paused again.
I stayed silent.
“Brandon has that big cock, and that amazing body and he made me come over and over. He just fucked me and fucked me.”
“Yes?”
Kelly hooked her thumbs into panties, and started to slip them off. “I really miss fucking other guys. I really do. I feel empty without it.” She raised her ass and slid the panties down to her thighs, then lifted her feet and slipped her panties off.
She was naked on the lounge now.
She looked at me with a hungry glance I’ve come to know. “Do you want to fuck me Brandon style?” she purred.
My cock was rock hard. “What’s Brandon style?”
“In the pool,” she said. “Hard, fast, and until I come.”
I stood and helped her to her feet. “Brandon style.”<
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She moved so delicately. “Do you want to start where he first fucked me? Right over there?”
“If I do, will you be thinking of him?”
Kelly moved in close. Her nipples brushed my chest. “Yes.”
I led her into the water, and pushed her up against the tile. Kelly wrapped her legs around me, and I bent down and nuzzled her breasts, like Brandon had done. “I can live with that.”
Guy, Interrupted
I was just about to leave for work the next morning, when Brandon arrived to clean the pool. I said “Hi,” and asked him how things were going. He had kind of a cocky attitude, very confident, and if I had just fucked the beautiful wife of my employer, I guess I would have been the same, so I let that slide. I had the car keys in my hand, and both of us knew as soon as I drove off he was going to bury his potent young cock in my wife, although he didn’t know I knew that.
We both sized each other up.
Kelly stayed in the house. She had had a rough morning. She really loves me, and she tries not to be hurtful, but she put makeup on this morning. I raised a quizzical eye, and she immediately stopped, and left the room. I know I’m cruel for catching her. We torment each other, sometimes, with her sexuality. But only I do it maliciously.
There was no way she was going to risk having to deal with both men at the same time, so she stayed inside while I talked to Brandon.
He was a good looking guy. If my wife was going to fuck someone, this guy was a worthy choice. If she got caught, it brought no real shame on me. Of course a sexy woman like Kelly would fuck a hot guy like Brandon. Women do these things. It is how the world works. I smiled. Kelly’s lusts still made me look good. I mean, it takes a guy like Brandon to make her stray.
I told him to have a good day, and got in the car.
I drove off, wondering what Kelly was wearing right now. She had put on fairly sedate clothes after I caught her at her makeup table. I doubted she was wearing anything nearly as mundane when I pulled out onto the road.
In the rearview mirror I saw Brandon go through the side gate and into the back yard. I wondered where Kelly would fuck him. Not in the backyard, this time. Probably in our marital bed, but possibly on the living room couch instead. I told myself not to notice any cum stains, or damp spots on the fabric.
As I approached the highway, I checked the time. A quick calculation told me he was probably balls deep in my Kelly by now.
The thought was both arousing and galling. I’d invested so much in Kelly. And this little fucker just happened to be good looking and allowed into our yard. An opportunist.
I knew I wasn’t being fair. Kelly was open about her craving for other cocks, long before we married. I found it sexy, but then I would eventually have expectations, ones that Kelly could never live up to, and I’d be cruel and jealous.
So what if my wife was moaning while skewered on this cocky kid’s prick in our bed? That is between them. It is my desire to make her want only me that causes me suffering. If I accept her desires, I am at peace.
Well, peace comes and goes with Kelly.
I got to work and switched on the monitor. It didn’t work well, but it worked well enough, and it turned on and showed me an overview of the pool. I had arranged with Kelly that if Brandon fucked her, she should lie on the chaise lounge. If they had not done anything, she should sit with her feet dangling in the pool.
The monitor showed no Kelly.
It had been an hour. He should have cleaned the pool, fucked Kelly, and been on his way.
I assumed they were still fucking.
I shut off the monitor in annoyance. I told her what I wanted, she should be out there.
Instead she was off somewhere with her pussy clamped around his cock, coming for god knows the umpteen time. Dammit Kelly. Undependable slut.
Undependable wasn’t fair. Kelly had never really let me down, but I took comfort in my sulk. I left the monitor off all day, petulantly hoping she was sunbathing nude from time to time for my attention, as I ignored her.
I took my foul mood home at the end of the day, and Kelly met me with an honest and clean smile of delight. My mood cleared instantly, and got only better later that night when I took Kelly to bed and her eyes sparkled as she told me of how she had got fucked that morning.
I had expected Brandon and Kelly to fuck the next few times he came by to clean the pool. But by the end of the week he was coming by every single morning to fuck Kelly while Christopher took his nap.
Obviously this was straining things.
Kelly approached me for a favor.
“Can Brandon live in the pool house? We aren’t using the cabana anyway, and it would be nice to have him around more.”
Nice for Kelly. Nice for Brandon. Maybe not for me.
I let her have what she wanted.
But between his job, auditioning for minor movie roles, and going to the gym, Brandon was out of the house enough that he wasn’t a huge burden. He was usually home each evening, and Kelly would saunter down to his cabana, or the two of them would go up to our bedroom. It surprised me how comfortable Brandon was wandering through our house, like he had lived there all his life.
He was a cocky little shit.
Still, Kelly loved fucking him so I could live with it. For now.
Brandon had gone out on a Thursday night to an acting class, and wasn’t due back until late. Kelly had put Christopher to bed. He sleeps in the room down the hall from ours. It’s too far to hear anything, so we have some privacy, but since he is still too little to open the doors and come get us if he needs something, Kelly keeps the baby monitor with us at all times. With him asleep, we had a nice evening to ourselves. I got out some candles, and set up a little round table with candles, and a baby monitor too of course, and we had a quiet late dinner by the pool. Kelly slipped on a sarong, and wore nothing on top but a puka shell necklace.
Afterwards we were having a glass of wine, and flirting with each other. I nuzzled her neck, and made her giggle, and she would tease my cock with her fingers. It was a long, delicious evening of enjoying each other, letting the mood build.
At last, when we were both at the peak of arousal, I took her by the hand and led her upstairs. Her eyes sparkled.
She put the monitor in its usual spot, as I laid her down in the bed, and opened her legs. Kelly bit her lip, and closed her eyes, lifting her pussy up slightly for me. I worked my cock between her soft lower lips, and eased into her body. Kelly gave a soft moan.
“I love your cock,” she breathed.
I let it rest inside her, and kissed her lazily. She wriggled, her hips urging me to fuck her. I laughed at her, and she smiled, but she didn’t stop wriggling.
I fucked her slowly, enjoying my cock inside her. Kelly cooed and sighed, and kissed me passionately. Her pussy was very wet, very ready. I pressed up with my cock against her g-spot, and heard her whimper in appreciation and anticipation.
She never did stop wriggling, so I picked up the pace a little. Kelly drew her legs up, knees to her shoulders, and I fucked her smoothly, long probing thrusts that were pushing her towards her first orgasm. Her brow furrowed, her face intense. Her breathing quickened, and then she would hold her breath as she edged every closer to coming.
I was close to coming myself, it felt so wonderful to have my cock gliding in her dewy pussy. I held off, watching her go closer and closer to her own ultimate pleasure.
We were moving in rhythm, our bodies in harmony, the pleasure intense, when Kelly patted my shoulder, looking past me.
“Brandon’s here,” she said.
I turned my head enough to see him, but kept fucking Kelly. Brandon had finally returned, apparently. He was not abashed at having walked in on us, but stood watching me fuck Kelly. I was startled, but not enough to stop moving. I slowed, but kept my cock active inside her.
“Hi,” said Kelly to Brandon. “We’re fucking.”
“I see that,” said Brandon. “Save some for me.”
Kelly giggled. I kept moving inside her.
“I will do that,” she said.
Brandon walked over to the bed. “Can I have a kiss to tide me over?” he asked.
“Sure,” said Kelly.
He bent down and they kissed, a long lingering kiss of desire. They reluctantly broke it off. “Soon,” said Kelly. “I’ll fuck you in just a minute.”
Brandon squeezed her breast. “Worth waiting for,” he said.
I slowed a little more, my cock still hard inside Kelly. She smiled up at me, and put her arms around my neck. “Baby, is it OK if I fuck Brandon now?”
“Now?”
“Yes.”
“You mean right now?”
She smiled and kissed me. “I know it’s a big favor.”
I was taken aback, but not enough to stop moving inside her. “You want me to stop and let Brandon fuck you?”
Kelly nodded, her eyes impish. “Works for me,” said Brandon, starting to undress.
My hips moved on their own. “And what am I supposed to do?
Kelly looked so happy. “Please please please,” she begged. “You can watch or something. You like watching.”
“I like watching. But when I’m fucking I like fucking better,”
Kelly squeezed her breasts together, as if she was offering me her nipples, something she does occasionally that drives me over the edge. But she had a different purpose this time.” “Pretty please,” she asked, her lower lip in a playful pout.
I lowered my head and nibble her nipple. “Doesn’t my cock feel good inside you? Feel how hard it is, how hungry it is to come in you,”
“Brandon’s is better,” said Kelly. “He fucks me better, and I’m really horny and I want him to fuck me. Please may I?”
I finally stopped moving. I held her, looking at her pretty eyes, and catching the hint of exasperation in them. Brandon stood next to us now, his young stud cock sticking out rigidly.
“See how ready he is?” murmured Kelly. “Come on, let him fuck me.”
Brandon patted her thigh. I took a deep breath, and slid my cock out of Kelly.
“Oh thank you,” she squealed happily.
I rolled away from her and sat up, as she reached her arms out to Brandon. He took my place between her thighs.
