Sizzling Secrets in the Sun (L)

Saturday, for most people, is a time to relax and forget about work. Not me. I’m trying to keep ahead of the bills, keep up on repairs around the house, and make a few extra bucks outside of my Monday through Friday job. My lovely wife, Sarah, is always urging me to take some time off, do something for myself, or with her. It’s not that I wouldn’t like to, I’m just not good at saying no to these other things. Except this time… Her plan this Saturday had been to take her book and a cooler full of wine boxes and float around in the pool. Like a typical Saturday, I’d planned to be scurrying around fixing one thing or another. On this sunny, hot, humid Saturday, I’d been working on my computer in the basement for most of the morning when I decided to take a break and check on her.

I went out the basement door into our backyard and the heat hit me. Thankfully, there was a slight breeze moving through the pines, which sounded a lot like the ocean coming ashore at the beach. We live at the end of a very rural road in a neighborhood with very large, wooded lots. Our backyard was generally cleared around the house, but substantial portions were still occupied by large stands of pine. All this seclusion led to our pool area being designated as “Clothing Optional.” Exiting the basement entrance on the side of the house, I walked up the slight rise to the backyard and approached the pool to see what my sweetie was up to. Our pool was a very modest above ground pool. Aside from the usual benefit of entertaining the grandkids and cooling off for a bit when I come home from work, we’ve found that it’s particularly well suited to a mid-sixties couple having some really outstanding sex.

I rested my arms on the coping and was greeted with a most welcome sight: her naked form in her floating chair, book in hand, red Solo cup in the cup holder, dots of water beading up all over her sun-warmed flesh. She looked up at me through her sunglasses and said, “Hey Honey, how’s it going?” “I’ve about had enough,” I replied. “I’ve come out here to see how the other half lives.” She smiled and said, “Well… if you can wait for me to finish this chapter and refill my wine glass, you could join me in here and I’ll let you fuck me.” Check please. Yeah, whatever I was doing before will just have to wait. I’m going swimming… and fucking.

I waited for the current in the pool to bring her over to me so I could grab her red Solo cup and tell her I’d be right back. In my head, I was thinking that this just didn’t happen often enough, especially in the pool, as I would illustrate for you forthwith. I hurried back to the house to grab some essentials for playing in the pool, including coconut oil and a special surprise. In a flash, I was back poolside. All clothing came off as fast as I could make it go in this humid weather, and I refilled her cup from the cooler on the pool deck. Lowering myself down the ladder with her cup, the cooler water did nothing to discourage my rising manhood.

I floated around the pool, trying to be patient as she sipped her wine and finished off her chapter. “Okay Honey, can you grab my book so I don’t get it wet when I get out of this chair?” Whoosh, I was on it. I grabbed the book and tossed it through the air aiming in the general direction of the lounge chair on the pool deck. My lovely naked wife scooted out of the floating throne with red Solo cup in hand. She took a sip as she was making her way over to me. She had been in the pool reading and sipping wine for a couple hours already, so she had a pretty good buzz which was great news for me and my rigid member, because she loved to mount me with wild abandon in that state.

After her last sip, she handed me her cup, and I took it to the deck and climbed out of the water to prepare. I sat on the ladder and she came over to help me. Being in our sixties has brought on some challenges with lubrication for her, so we’ve found that real coconut oil applied liberally to an erect penis will make for some pretty good screwing, even in the water. So, my sweetie came over to apply coconut oil all over my eager member. Lovely petite fingers wrapped around my now solid member, making sure it was properly coated. I sat back as she finished the job by putting just the head of my swollen member in her mouth and made a quick circuit around the rim of the head with her tongue. “Mmm, I love the taste of coconut,” she said as she looked up at me with a smile.

Now the really great part about our rather modest pool is that, with a depth of only 42 inches, it allows us to do things no longer possible in our bed. We’re in our mid-sixties and what’s left of our sex life in bed is a shadow of years past, but when we started fooling around in our pool, we became Olympic athletes. Hopping back in the pool, my naked wife came towards me and we started kissing like a couple of horny teens, groping each other like we used to at the Drive-in in years past. She wrapped her arms around my neck and lifted her feet off the bottom, wrapping her legs around my waist. I grabbed her ass pulling her to me. Her pussy was right there rubbing against the head that was doing all the thinking now. I eased her down just a touch and I entered her instantly. She was wide open and aching to be pleased.

I loved holding her tight like this, running my tongue along the ridges of her ear, dropping lower to grab a breast and lick those lovely nipples until they hardened. I slipped out from time to time, but it’s like my little Einstein has eyes, and finds her opening without having to stop screwing and have my sweetie put me back in. She hops and writhes on my hardened prick while I tell her she is a great fuck. She hops until she loses her breath and then rolls over on her stomach, grabbing the edge of the pool and spreading her legs. “Pound me honey, just fuck me!” she begged as I approached between her legs.

I ran my hands along her legs until I reached her hips and I adjusted her slightly so that I again found myself entering her without any effort whatsoever. Again, the perfect depth of this modest pool makes it effortless to come up to her and my rigid member slides directly into her. She hangs on tight to the edging and I grab her ass and it’s on again. I LOVE fucking my wife in the pool. “Ahhhh, yeah pound me with that cock.” She was wasting her breath, because I’d already started. As I was driving myself into her, she urged me to pound her faster, my balls swayed back and forth in the water, and my cock became hot and indestructible steel.

Shortly, she started to moan and stiffen, and further communication was lost. Her voracious pussy spasmed on my hard flesh, and I slowed briefly to let her clamp down on me, buried deep inside her. In a few moments she let go of the side of the pool and turned to me, bobbing in the water, trying to catch her breath. “Oh, I need a break,” she said breathlessly.

I steered her over to me, guiding her into my lap and without effort my cock entered her hungry pussy. She moaned again, “Oh, oh, I need a break,” but her cunt gave away her true desire as it clamped down on me. I could screw her for hours in the pool. I took some medication that made it difficult to cum, but not stay hard and stay hard I did. I just loved getting a firm grip on her hips and pounding away while my balls were flopping back and forth, which was an indescribable turn on for me.

My prey was over by the side again. I approached between her legs and my cock found her slit effortlessly. The alcohol had turned my usually type “A” personality wife into my “Pool Slut.” I could do anything I wanted to her in these moments, and what I wanted to do was pummel her. She gripped the side of the pool as I fucked her. “Yeah, that’s it, honey, fuck me faster, yeah pound me, oh yeah that’s it. Uuuuunnnnnghh.” My manhood was embraced by her exquisite pussy as she tensed again.

I pulled her tight to me, and I climbed the ladder to the pool deck to retrieve more wine during this intermission. I got her red Solo cup refilled and sat on the edge of the pool. I handed her the cup and her other hand went to my red member, skin stretched taut, head firm and full. “My, he’s looking like he’s not having any fun,” she said. “I’m doing fine, as long as we’re not done. I’ve got something to make round 3 or 4, or wherever we are, a little more interesting.”

I reached back to the chair where I’d left my pool party supplies under the red beach towel. “I’ve brought a friend and he wants to see it if you can handle him,” I said. I showed her “Big Jim”—a pliable fake cock about 8 or 9 inches long that fit over my rather average one. She said, “Ooooo my,” as I poured some coconut over my cock so I could slide him on easier. I stretched the retainer over my balls, taking care to pull the strap up to my scrotum to make sure my balls could still sway in the breeze.

I hopped back into the pool and my sweetie came towards me and we started kissing like a couple of horny teens, groping each other like we used to at the Drive-in in years past. She wrapped her arms around my neck and lifted her feet off the bottom, wrapping her legs around my waist. I grabbed her ass pulling her to me. Her pussy was right there rubbing against the head that was doing all the thinking now. I eased her down just a touch and I entered her instantly. She was wide open and aching to be pleased.

I loved holding her tight like this, running my tongue along the ridges of her ear, dropping lower to grab a breast and lick those lovely nipples until they hardened. I slipped out from time to time, but it’s like my little Einstein has eyes, and finds her opening without having to stop screwing and have my sweetie put me back in. She hops and writhes on my hardened prick while I tell her she is a great fuck. She hops until she loses her breath and then rolls over on her stomach, grabbing the edge of the pool and spreading her legs. “Pound me honey, just fuck me!” she begged as I approached between her legs.

I ran my hands along her legs until I reached her hips and I adjusted her slightly so that I again found myself entering her without any effort whatsoever. Again, the perfect depth of this modest pool makes it effortless to come up to her and my rigid member slides directly into her. She hangs on tight to the edging and I grab her ass and it’s on again. I LOVE fucking my wife in the pool. “Ahhhh, yeah pound me with that cock.” She was wasting her breath, because I’d already started. As I was driving myself into her, she urged me to pound her faster, my balls swayed back and forth in the water, and my cock became hot and indestructible steel.

Shortly, she started to moan and stiffen, and further communication was lost. Her voracious pussy spasmed on my hard flesh, and I slowed briefly to let her clamp down on me, buried deep inside her. In a few moments she let go of the side of the pool and turned to me, bobbing in the water, trying to catch her breath. “Oh, I need a break,” she said breathlessly.

I steered her over to me, guiding her into my lap and without effort my cock entered her hungry pussy. She moaned again, “Oh, oh, I need a break,” but her cunt gave away her true desire as it clamped down on me. I could screw her for hours in the pool. I took some medication that made it difficult to cum, but not stay hard and stay hard I did. I just loved getting a firm grip on her hips and pounding away while my balls were flopping back and forth, which was an indescribable turn on for me.

My prey was over by the side again. I approached between her legs and my cock found her slit effortlessly. The alcohol had turned my usually type “A” personality wife into my “Pool Slut.” I could do anything I wanted to her in these moments, and what I wanted to do was pummel her. She gripped the side of the pool as I fucked her. “Yeah, that’s it, honey, fuck me faster, yeah pound me, oh yeah that’s it. Uuuuunnnnnghh.” My manhood was embraced by her exquisite pussy as she tensed again.

I pulled her tight to me, and I climbed the ladder to the pool deck to retrieve more wine during this intermission. I got her red Solo cup refilled and sat on the edge of the pool. I handed her the cup and her other hand went to my red member, skin stretched taut, head firm and full. “My, he’s looking like he’s not having any fun,” she said. “I’m doing fine, as long as we’re not done. I’ve got something to make round 3 or 4, or wherever we are, a little more interesting.”

I reached back to the chair where I’d left my pool party supplies under the red beach towel. “I’ve brought a friend and he wants to see it if you can handle him,” I said. I showed her “Big Jim”—a pliable fake cock about 8 or 9 inches long that fit over my rather average one. She said, “Ooooo my,” as I poured some coconut over my cock so I could slide him on easier. I stretched the retainer over my balls, taking care to pull the strap up to my scrotum to make sure my balls could still sway in the breeze.

I hopped back into the pool and my sweetie came towards me and we started kissing like a couple of horny teens, groping each other like we used to at the Drive-in in years past. She wrapped her arms around my neck and lifted her feet off the bottom, wrapping her legs around my waist. I grabbed her ass pulling her to me. Her pussy was right there rubbing against the head that was doing all the thinking now. I eased her down just a touch and I entered her instantly. She was wide open and aching to be pleased.

I loved holding her tight like this, running my tongue along the ridges of her ear, dropping lower to grab a breast and lick those lovely nipples until they hardened. I slipped out from time to time, but it’s like my little Einstein has eyes, and finds her opening without having to stop screwing and have my sweetie put me back in. She hops and writhes on my hardened prick while I tell her she is a great fuck. She hops until she loses her breath and then rolls over on her stomach, grabbing the edge of the pool and spreading her legs. “Pound me honey, just fuck me!” she begged as I approached between her legs.

I ran my hands along her legs until I reached her hips and I adjusted her slightly so that I again found myself entering her without any effort whatsoever. Again, the perfect depth of this modest pool makes it effortless to come up to her and my rigid member slides directly into her. She hangs on tight to the edging and I grab her ass and it’s on again. I LOVE fucking my wife in the pool. “Ahhhh, yeah pound me with that cock.” She was wasting her breath, because I’d already started. As I was driving myself into her, she urged me to pound her faster, my balls swayed back and forth in the water, and my cock became hot and indestructible steel.

Shortly, she started to moan and stiffen, and further communication was lost. Her voracious pussy spasmed on my hard flesh, and I slowed briefly to let her clamp down on me, buried deep inside her. In a few moments she let go of the side of the pool and turned to me, bobbing in the water, trying to catch her breath. “Oh, I need a break,” she said breathlessly.

I steered her over to me, guiding her into my lap and without effort my cock entered her hungry pussy. She moaned again, “Oh, oh, I need a break,” but her cunt gave away her true desire as it clamped down on me. I could screw her for hours in the pool. I took some medication that made it difficult to cum, but not stay hard and stay hard I did. I just loved getting a firm grip on her hips and pounding away while my balls were flopping back and forth, which was an indescribable turn on for me.

My prey was over by the side again. I approached between her legs and my cock found her slit effortlessly. The alcohol had turned my usually type “A” personality wife into my “Pool Slut.” I could do anything I wanted to her in these moments, and what I wanted to do was pummel her. She gripped the side of the pool as I fucked her. “Yeah, that’s it, honey, fuck me faster, yeah pound me, oh yeah that’s it. Uuuuunnnnnghh.” My manhood was embraced by her exquisite pussy as she tensed again.

I pulled her tight to me, and I climbed the ladder to the pool deck to retrieve more wine during this intermission. I got her red Solo cup refilled and sat on the edge of the pool. I handed her the cup and her other hand went to my red member, skin stretched taut, head firm and full. “My, he’s looking like he’s not having any fun,” she said. “I’m doing fine, as long as we’re not done. I’ve got something to make round 3 or 4, or wherever we are, a little more interesting.”

I reached back to the chair where I’d left my pool party supplies under the red beach towel. “I’ve brought a friend and he wants to see it if you can handle him,” I said. I showed her “Big Jim”—a pliable fake cock about 8 or 9 inches long that fit over my rather average one. She said, “Ooooo my,” as I poured some coconut over my cock so I could slide him on easier. I stretched the retainer over my balls, taking care to pull the strap up to my scrotum to make sure my balls could still sway in the breeze.

I hopped back into the pool and my sweetie came towards me and we started kissing like a couple of horny teens, groping each other like we used to at the Drive-in in years past. She wrapped her arms around my neck and lifted her feet off the bottom, wrapping her legs around my

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