After My Wife Flashed Me Her Pussy at the HOA Pool, We Found a Place in the Clubhouse to Fuck
In a family bathroom, the bitch leaned forward and I pounded her like I owned her.
Watching my wife at our neighborhood pool traipsing through the shallow section after cooling off under the waterfall, I felt myself getting hard. She looked so hot in her sexy straw “mom hat” (as she calls it), oversized movie-star sunglasses, and flattering black and pink bikini that revealed her delightful, toned curves.
My desire for her only intensified as I observed other guys trying not to be noticed checking her out. Truthfully, hot women filled the pool area — most in their 30s and 40s, some in even more revealing bikinis— but my wife stood out as the queen bee in my eyes.
Stepping out of the shallow section, she gingerly walked over and laid down in the lounge chair next to me, her body still wet. She grabbed her book and started to read. Hard as a tire iron, I checked out my Swedish bride, admiring her impressive suntan, ample breasts and long, lean body. She quickly adjusted her bikini bottom, giving me a split-second view of her bare pussy.
My desire for her in this moment felt like it had no precedent. I wanted to fuck her. Badly. And I reasoned that I could have her. Here. Now.
“I want you,” I whispered. “Now.”
She looked over at me, feigning surprise, and laughed. I repeated myself, but she just giggled.
“You want me now?” she whispered back incredulously, pretending to read her book.
“Yes. You look so hot, and I want you now, baby.”
Silence ensued as my Nordic bride processed what I’d just shared.
“Yah, okay, but we’ll (which she charmingly pronounces “ve’ll”) need to go home. Can this wait until then?”
“No,” I countered. “I have an idea. Let’s use that private family locker room in the clubhouse. We’ve used it before. Alright?”
More silence as she processed. I reminded her that the room had a locking door. Taking off her sunglasses, Lauren glanced down at my crotch and could see I was maximally hard. She licked her lips. Her eyes told me she wanted my cock inside her. No words needed to be exchanged. It was game on.
“Just a quickie?” she queried.
“Yeah.”
“Okay,” she agreed.
We got up and walked toward the clubhouse, side by side. I swiped my card, and we entered the building, walking an additional 10 feet to the private family locker room — one of two in the building. The small locker room was empty, and the automatic lights turned on as we entered. I noticed some water on the floor from someone who had recently showered, and the air was damp. It had a locker room smell but was otherwise immaculate.
Immediately, I pulled down my shorts, exposing my throbbing dick flowing with pre-cum. Lauren smiled — that slutty smile she knows drives me wild — and slid out of her bikini bottoms. Almost reflexively, she took hold of my cock and played with it, getting pre-cum all over her fingers and hand.
“Oh my,” she observed. “You are horny, aren’t you? Let’s see what we can do about that.”
Lauren turned around and leaned forward, spreading her legs and resting her hands on the wooden bench to invite me to enter her from behind — our preferred method for love-making. I got behind her and slid inside, delighting in her wetness.
She moaned as I started to fuck her, at first gently and then increasingly hard. I fondled her marvelous breasts (she still had on her bikini top). Then I moved my hands to her ass and cupped her cheeks as I piledrove her vagina. By now, she was whimpering, moaning and begging me to fuck her harder and harder as the skin-slapping sounds of doggy-style sex almost echoed in the small locker room.
I looked over in the mirror, which afforded a perfect view of all the action. I noticed a look of absolute sexual bliss on Lauren’s face. I fucked her even harder. With my wife, it’s impossible to fuck her too intensely — she likes it hard and deep — and she enjoys spanking…..
Slap, went my hand on her ass.
She squealed.
She reached back and stroked her clit with her fingers, now supporting her body with only one arm. She was getting wetter and wetter, her pussy making the delicious squishing sounds of sex as my cock plunged in and out of her. The room was warm, and we were now sweating. A few whimpers from Lauren indicated she was now orgasming; I could feel even more wetness from her as she came.
Spank!
She squealed again.
And then: “Yes, daddy,” she whispered.
“Are you my bitch?” I whispered back.
“Proud to be your bitch, daddy.”
Spank!
“Pound me, daddy.”
Now seconds from ejaculating, I debated where I should cum. Ordinarily, I’d just stay inside her, but as we were at a neighborhood pool, I reasoned cumming in her pussy wasn’t a good idea as she’d just leak it back out in a public setting (and in the pool itself, once she got back in.)
Lauren read my mind. “Are you gonna cum, daddy?”
“Yes, you little slut,” I replied.
She liked that, squealing again.
A few seconds passed, and then she turned around, dropped to her knees, and sucked me off in her mouth. I have always loved it when she accepted my cock into her mouth after it’s been in her pussy. She worked me perfectly with her fingers and mouth, our eyes locked on each other as my bride applied her dick-sucking expertise to the situation. I caressed her cheeks with my fingers.
And then I erupted, shooting spurt after spurt of semen in her hungry mouth. She milked every last drop out of me and swallowed the big load I’d just given her. I almost blacked out from the pleasure.
After sucking me dry, she stood up as I regained my senses and smiled at me. “Like that?” she quipped.
“Did you?” I shot back.
“That was fun,” she replied, putting her bikini bottoms back on.
“And that load that just filled your mouth?” I asked.
She smiled, willing to play along as always. “Big, very salty… and delicious.”
“Really?” I pressed.
She paused. “Well… very big, very salty….”
“But not delicious?” I queried, loving this flirting.
“Of course it was,” she said with a smile, licking her lips for added effect.
We kissed, and I tasted the traces of my semen in her mouth. Then, I went to open the door and noticed we’d forgotten to lock it. Whoops! We both laughed, glad no one had discovered us in the act.
We walked back to the pool and got back into our chairs. Lauren grabbed a sparkling water from our cooler and took a few sips, likely to clear her mouth of the cum she’d just swallowed.
