Sudden Heat, Lost Swim

The chlorine scent of the pool clung to the air, a faint reminder of the afternoon she’d envisioned. Just an hour ago, my life had been a carefully constructed schedule of work, errands, and a desperate attempt to ignore the growing ache of my husband’s absence. Two weeks. Two measly weeks before he flew back to his life across the country, and I was already drowning in a sea of longing and anxiety. The visits were always a turbulent mix of euphoria and dread, a constant push and pull between the joy of his presence and the sharp sting of his departure. Desire, it seemed, was often a casualty in this emotional battlefield.

I'd pulled on my new turquoise bathing suit, a gift from him last Christmas, feeling a flicker of something – maybe hope, maybe just a desperate attempt to cling to the feeling of being wanted. Just as I was adjusting the straps, he appeared, a dark shadow against the bright sunlight filtering through the sliding glass door. His eyes held that familiar intensity, a blend of possessiveness and amusement. "You're going to the pool?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Before I could answer, he moved with an unnerving speed, stripping off his own swim trunks with a casual disregard for propriety. He dropped them onto the plush white rug, revealing a physique that still took my breath away, even after all these years. "Remove that bathing suit," he commanded, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "And bend over the bed. I need to be in you, and you're taking this." He produced his member, a thick, powerful instrument, and held it up as if presenting a trophy.

A tremor of resistance ran through me, a desperate attempt to regain control of the situation. But his gaze held me captive, and the sheer force of his will was overwhelming. I murmured a weak protest, a pathetic plea lost in the heat of the moment, and slowly, reluctantly, turned away from him, offering my backside. As he moved to meet me, a surge of heat spread through my body, a primal instinct overriding my anxieties.

He grasped himself, the muscles in his lower abdomen bulging as he prepared for penetration. The head of his member pressed against my lips, a shocking encounter that sent a jolt of awareness through me. It was an unwelcome surprise, but one that quickly ignited a spark of desire within my own body. I was still thinking, still clinging to the remnants of my earlier resistance, but the sensation was undeniable. His hardness was pressing into me, pushing past my mental barriers, and slowly, reluctantly, my interest began to build.

His left hand moved along my hips and around my bottom, a slow, deliberate caress that heightened my arousal. He moaned softly, a low rumble of pleasure that vibrated through my skin. Then, he shifted his attention to my hanging breast, cupping it gently and kneading my nipple with deliberate force. The physical sensation was intense, both pleasurable and slightly painful, and it served as a potent reminder of the power he held over me.

Even at this point, a part of me remained distracted, caught between the lingering remnants of my anxieties and the burgeoning excitement taking hold. But I had shifted, subtly but definitively, from being disinterested to actively wanting to submit to him. He was entering me, but I wasn't yet fully ready, so I offered a compromise, requesting that he lie on the bed while I sat astride him. Spreading my legs wide, I lowered myself onto his warm body, feeling the weight of his presence pressing against me.

His swollen member entered me easily, the firm sensation spreading through my core. I felt the coolness of his sweat against my skin, a sign of his arousal and my own. As he continued to penetrate, he smiled, a predatory glint in his eyes, and moved his hands to my breasts, admiring their size and shape. He held them firmly, gently teasing my skin as it began to flush with heat. A low groan escaped his lips as he seated his cock deep within me, the pressure a welcome sensation that intensified my pleasure.

He withdrew slowly, only to pull me down on him again, continuing the rhythm with relentless intensity. His head rose slightly, circling first one nipple, then the other, his tongue tracing the contours of my flesh with a slow, deliberate grace. My insides stirred, a mixture of pleasure and anticipation building within me. The heat from his hard shaft merged with my own, creating a powerful current of arousal that threatened to consume me. The head of his penis glided along my now slick folds, a sensation that sent shivers down my spine. I smiled, surrendering to the pleasure, as deep within me, I held him in an embrace, lost in the intoxicating heat of the moment.

As I found myself not in the wild throws of passion, but relaxed and enjoying watching my husband enjoy me, my hair partially covered my face as I leaned forward at his request to let my tits gently caress his face. My eyes closed briefly as I moved my sex purposefully along his shaft as his hips rose to fully penetrate me. The heat from his hard shaft was merging with mine, and a look of contentment crossed my face as my eyes opened halfway, a mixture of pleasure and satisfaction radiating from my soul.

The time passed quickly, lost in the intensity of the moment. After about ten minutes, I sensed the shift in his arousal, and encouraged him to release himself into me fully. He eagerly grasped my behind with a solid grip, his hips thrusting upward in a powerful surge. A low growl rose from him as I felt his shaft expand and his hot warmth fill me completely. It was an explosion of sensation, a release of pent-up desire that left me breathless and trembling.

After spilling himself into me, he relaxed, cupping my breasts in his hands and placing a kiss on each nipple. I was relaxed now, the tension of the past two weeks finally melting away, grateful that he had diverted my attention from my anxieties to this most welcome distraction. A genuine smile spread across my face as I said to him, "Thank you for bringing me out of my funk." I tilted my head slightly, my eyes fixed on his still naked form, and added, "I think you better be well hydrated before you and I tangle again tonight." My smile and eyes held a playful challenge, a silent promise of more pleasure to come.

He raised up slightly to caress first one of my nipples and tenderly kiss each erect nipple. "As long as I’m here, I’m yours, and I’m ready," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "So bring your best, and we'll see where this all leads." The anticipation hung heavy in the air, a tangible force that promised a night of intense pleasure and passionate connection. The scent of chlorine faded into the background, replaced by the intoxicating aroma of arousal and the electric current of our shared desire. I leaned closer, my body responding to his touch, eager to lose myself completely in the moment. The thought of what lay ahead, the release of inhibitions, and the exploration of our deepest desires, filled me with a thrilling sense of anticipation. It was a perfect blend of pleasure and vulnerability, a testament to the power of touch, intimacy, and the undeniable pull between two souls united by lust and longing.

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