God, it's a beautiful day.
I still can't quite believe we live in southern California. My husband and I have lived in many places over the years, but this weather might convince us to stay put for once.
I sigh.
It's already Sunday afternoon. Most of my weekend is already spent, and on what? Smaller piles of dirty laundry? Cleaner bathrooms? All I've done are chores; what a waste. I deserve to have some fun before another work week starts.
Still staring out the window, my eyes are drawn onto the glistening waters of our backyard pool.
Yes. That's perfect.
I go searching for my husband, and find him in the garage. He's hunched over his workbench, closely inspecting his latest project. For once, he's actually down near my petite height.
"Hey," I venture, "do you want to join me in the pool?"
My eyes follow as he straightens to his full 6'7". A dirty hand brushes light brown hair away from his deep blue eyes.
"Sure..." he says, but his eyes dart back to the workbench. "After I've finished here."
I go back into the house to change into my swimsuit. Stepping into the bedroom, I slip my skirt down over the wide hips of my hourglass figure. I take off my top, and let my full breasts tumble out of a pink lacy bra. Looking in the mirror of my vanity, I pull my curly brown locks out of a loose ponytail, and let them fall on my shoulders.
I rummage in my dresser drawer. My swimsuit collection has grown considerably since we moved this close to the coast.
What mood am I in today? Do I want to swim away all my stress in an athletic suit? Lounge in a strapless top?
A tiny peek of royal blue catches my eye from the corner of the drawer.
Maybe.
I shimmy into the blue two piece. I check in the mirror. I'm struck by the contrast with my steely blue eyes; this blue is so much brighter. I like how the color pops against my porcelain skin, too.
Yes. This one will do.
I strut out the back door to the pool. The kick in my step makes my 34DDs sway from side to side; they are hardly covered by two tiny triangles of fabric. My ass is fully hanging out of the tiny thong bottoms. I may be toeing the line of indecent exposure if a neighbor happens to catch a glance.
I descend the steps into the pool, and immediately relish the way my breasts defy gravity in the water. I swim a few lazy laps, soothed by the gentle resistance brushing across my exposed skin.
I hear the door bang shut as my husband emerges in his swim trunks. He briefly assesses his options, and decides a quick entry is best. He dives into the deep end of the pool. I swim to meet him in the middle.
He gives me a suspicious look. "The blue bikini today, huh?"
He surveys my breasts while I give him nothing but a coy look in response.
"Give me a spin," he says, smiling.
I perform a dramatic 360-degree twirl.
"No," he says deviously. "Keep going."
Spinning more slowly this time, his hands stop me when my ass is centered in his view. He palms my cheeks, and squeezes firmly. He hikes my hips up near the surface, then slides his hands to my ankles. He spreads my legs wide, cocking his head to get a better look.
"Swim," he says as he releases me.
I swim away, keeping close to the surface. I want him to see my ass bounce with each kick. Once I've circled back to him, I grasp his broad shoulders like a life preserver. He pulls me close. I slide my hands up the back of his neck, so I can kiss him. At the same time, I wrap my legs around his torso. Now cozy in his embrace, I close my eyes. I carry on sucking his lips and tongue.
Even with my eyes closed, I notice he's moving us across the pool. I open them just as the wall presses against my back and his hard cock presses into my thigh.
He knows I'm down. My sex drive is like a weird little gremlin -- if you put me in water, it multiplies. My mind travels back to our third date -- many cities ago -- when stroking his cock in a community pool led to him fucking me for the first time. That was just the first of many debaucherous, aquatic adventures over the years.
I snap back to reality when he pulls the fabric away from my hard nipples, and starts twisting them between his fingers. I maneuver my hand into his trunks. I grasp onto his shaft, and start stroking it. He keeps twisting my nipple with one hand. He slides his other between my legs, and slips a finger under my thong. As he glides it across my slick lips, I let out a moan.
