All characters are 18 years or older
BACKYARD POOL
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
When Steve returned home from his business trip on the "red-eye", he arrived after everyone else had gone to bed. Leaving his unopened suitcase next to the closet, he quietly undressed and slipped into bed, trying not to disturb his sleeping wife.
By force of habit, Steve woke early the next morning, despite this being his first Saturday off from work in some time. He laid there for a while next to his still sleeping wife, his cock throbbing with "morning wood."
He looked up as a beam of sunlight suddenly peeked through the slightly cracked slats of the window blinds. Steve decided to get up and go out to the pool to enjoy some of those gentle, early morning rays, as well as the peace and quiet before the rest of the family got up and the normal chaos of family life began.
Carefully getting out of bed, he paused for a few moments to gaze down at his wife's pretty face, nestled in a mass of long, honey-blond hair, as she continued to sleep serenely. His still rigid cock twitched as he noticed that, because of the way the sheets were arranged, parts of her body were uncovered and he could see that she was naked. This came as a surprise, since his wife had given up sleeping in the nude many years ago.
One of his wife's breasts was fully exposed, a lovely, perfect mound, slightly flattened as she lay on her back, her taut, pink nipple standing erect. Half of her smooth, flat belly was visible, as was her hip and one long, slender leg, bent at the knee and drawn upward. He idly stroked his fingers back and forth along the side of his quivering erection as he contemplated the lovely sight before him.
Gently grasping the sheet, Steve very carefully pulled it back a bit, revealing the treasure between her slender thighs. He caught his breath and felt his heart jump with excitement as he gazed down at his wife's lovely vagina. It seemed like years since he had been allowed to get this good a look at it. Their sex life, once frequent and varied, had definitely cooled off after the arrival of their kids, relegating it to only an occasional event, and always at night, with the lights off.
With her leg drawn upward, her thighs spread, he was afforded a full, unobstructed view of his wife's luscious-looking cunt, more beautiful than he even remembered. Her golden love nest was just a neat little tuft of honey-blond curls covering her mons, much smaller than he remembered, while her fleshy outer labia were completely smooth and hairless. Those outer lips were parted, exposing the pink, inner folds of her vulva, glistening with moisture.
Steve gasped softly as he gazed down at his wife's luscious vagina, then he leaned down, close to her crotch, and inhaled deeply. The heady fragrance of her sex exploded in his brain and he felt the blood pounding in his loins. He wrapped his fist around his stiff shaft and gently stroked it, trying to assuage its insistent demands as he continued to gaze down at his beautiful wife, thinking about how long it had been since they had last had morning sex.
Despite having been gone for a week, he was reluctant to disturb her, because he knew, from experience, how testy she could be if she were awakened for something as trivial as sex, and he didn't want to start things off on the wrong foot upon his return. After all, he didn't want to jeopardize his chances that night by pissing her off now.
Shaking his head ruefully, he carefully drew the sheet back across her leg and turned away. He pulled on a pair of swim trunks, uncomfortably stuffing his still stiff and throbbing hard-on inside. He used the bathroom, then went out to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. As it brewed, he stepped outside to retrieve the morning paper from the driveway. Returning to the kitchen, Steve poured a mug of coffee, then headed out to the pool.
"Ahhhhhh..." he sighed contentedly, feeling the delightful caress of the early morning sun on his bare skin as he settled into a chaise lounge near the pool. He adjusting his still partially tumescent penis within the confines of his swimsuit and picked up the first section of the paper. It was only a few minutes, however, before he dozed off, lulled by the warm rays of the early morning sun.
Steve awoke to the gentle touch of soft lips and moist tongue caressing his own lips. He opened his eyes to find his wife's lovely face hovering over him. His first thought was that he was dreaming.
"Good morning, darling," Anne murmured breathily, then straightened up, smiling radiantly. Steve's eyes opened wide and he gasped as he took in the breathtaking sight of his beautiful wife standing there in the full light of the sun, totally naked, the coffeepot in her hand. "More coffee, sweetheart?" she asked, bending forward and refilling his mug without waiting for an answer.
Steve stared up at his wife's beautiful breasts dangling above him, gently swaying as she filled his mug.
Anne smiled at the befuddled look on her husband's face as his eyes followed her gently swaying breasts. She straightened up and set the pot down on the table, next to his lounge chair.
"Ahhhhhh, yes..." she sighed, raising her arms high above her head and languorously stretching her naked body. "This sun feels so nice, doesn't it?" She kept an eye on her husband as she sinuously writhed her lovely body before him. With a contented sigh, she slowly lowered her arms, cupping her hands beneath her breasts, and giving her taut, rubbery nipples a tweak with her fingertips. She slid her hands down across her flat belly to her smooth, lush thighs, brushing her fingertips through her neat little, blond pubic muff on the way.
"It felt so good when I woke up naked this morning, that I decided I was just going to stay that way," Anne said, sighing contentedly. She smiled as her eyes slowly scanned the pool and their secluded back yard.
"Uhhhh...uhhhh..." Steve grunted, unable to come up with a coherent reply to that rather startling pronouncement.
Anne noted the anxious glance he cast toward the house. Smiling, she said, "Ohhh, honey...do you remember the fun we used to have out here when we first moved in, before we had the kids?"
Memory prodded by his wife's question, images of the past flooded through Steve's brain as he stared up at his lovely, naked wife. He saw the two of them skinny-dipping in the pool and having sex on the deck and in the hot-tub, delightful activities, long since abandoned after the kids reached toddlerhood.
"Uhhh, yeah...I sure do..." he mumbled, his voice a bit gravelly. He cast another anxious glance toward the house.
"Isn't it a shame we lost that sense of freedom and spontaneity we had when we were young?" she murmured wistfully.
As Steve again glanced nervously toward the house, she said, "Don't worry about it, honey, I told the kids that I had had enough of them monopolizing the pool, ever since they were little. I told them that, now that they were both adults, I was going to start using the pool again, the way that I wanted to, but couldn't, because of them."
"You mean you told them..." Steve began, his eyes open wide in surprise.
"Yeah, I told them how I used to enjoy skinny-dipping and that I really wanted to get my all-over tan back," she said. "So I warned them that I was going use the pool whenever I wanted to, and they would just have to be prepared to see their saggy old mom out here, naked, from time to time, and they would just have to get used to it, but they were free to join me, or not, as they pleased."
