(L) – This story contains strong language.
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 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.
Well, 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 decide to take a break and check on her.
I go out the basement door into our backyard and the heat hits me. Thankfully there is a slight breeze moving through the pines, which sounds 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 is generally cleared around the house, but substantial portions are still occupied by large stands of pine. All this seclusion leads 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 is 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 is particularly well suited to a mid-sixties couple having some really outstanding sex.
I rest my arms on the coping and am 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 looks up at me through her sunglasses and says, “Hey Honey, how’s it going?”
“I’ve about had enough. I’ve come out here to see how the other half lives.”
She smiles and says, “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 wait for the current in the pool bring to her over to me so I can grab her red Solo cup and tell her I’ll be right back. In my head I’m thinking that this just does not happen often enough, especially in the pool, as I will illustrate for you forthwith.
I hurry back to the house to grab some essentials for playing in the pool, including coconut oil and a special surprise. In a flash I’m back pool side. All clothing comes off as fast as I can make it go in this humid weather, and I refill her cup from the cooler on the pool deck. Lowering myself down the ladder with her cup, the cooler water does nothing to discourage my rising manhood.
I float around the pool, trying to be patient as she sips her wine and finishes 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 am on it. I grab the book and toss it through the air aiming in the general direction of the lounge chair on the pool deck. My lovely naked wife scoots out of the floating throne with red Solo cup in hand. She takes a sip as she’s making her way over to me. She has been in the pool reading and sipping wine for a couple hours already, so she has a pretty good buzz which is great news for me and my rigid member, because she loves to mount me with wild abandon in that state.
After her last sip, she hands me her cup, and I take it to the deck and climb out of the water to prepare. I sit on the ladder and she comes 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 comes over to apply coconut oil all over my eager member.
Lovely petite fingers wrap around my now solid member, making sure it is properly coated. I sit back as she finishes the job by putting just the head of my swollen member in her mouth and makes a quick circuit around the rim of the head with her tongue.
“Mmmm, I love the taste of coconut,” she says as she looks 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 comes towards me and we start kissing like a couple of horny teens, groping each other like we used to at the Drivein in years past. She wraps her arms around my neck and lifts her feet off the bottom, wrapping her legs around my waist. I grab her ass pulling her to me. Her pussy is right there rubbing against the head that’s doing all the thinking now. I ease her down just a touch and I enter her instantly. She is wide open and aching to be pleased.
I love 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 harden. I slip 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 begs as I approach between her legs.
I run my hands along her legs until I reach her hips and I adjust her slightly so that I again find 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 is wasting her breath, because I’ve already started. As I’m driving myself into her, she urges me to pound her faster, my balls sway back and forth in the water, and my cock becomes hot indestructible steel.
Shortly, she starts to moan and stiffen, and further communication is lost. Her voracious pussy spasms on my hard flesh, and I slow briefly to let her clamp down on me, buried deep inside her. In a few moments she lets go of the side of the pool and turns to me, bobbing in the water, trying to catch her breath.
“Oh, I need a break,” she says breathlessly.
I steer her over to me, guiding her into my lap and without effort my cock enters her hungry pussy.
She moans again, “Oh, oh, I need a break,” but her cunt gives away her true desire as it clamps down on me.
I could screw her for hours in the pool. I take some medication that makes it difficult to cum, but not stay hard and stay hard I do. I just love getting a firm grip on her hips and pounding away while my balls are flopping back and forth, which is an indescribable turn on for me.
My prey is over by the side again. I approach between her legs and my cock finds her slit effortlessly. The alcohol has turned my usually type “A” personality wife into my “Pool Slut”. I can do anything I want to her in these moments, and what I want to do is pummel her.
She grips the side of the pool as I fuck her. “Yeah, that’s it, honey, fuck me faster, yeah pound me, oh yeah that’s it. Uuuuunnnnnghh.”
My manhood is embraced by her exquisite pussy as she tenses again.
My member is still good to go, pointing straight up to the heavens as I climb the ladder to the pool deck to retrieve more wine during this intermission. I get her red Solo cup refilled and sit on the edge of the pool. I hand her the cup and her other hand goes to my red member, skin stretched taut, head firm and full.
“My, he’s looks like he’s not having any fun.”
“I’m doing fine ma’am, just 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 reach back to the chair where I had 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 show her “Big Jim”—a pliable fake cock about 8 or 9 inches long that fits over my rather average one.
“Ooooo my,” she says as I pour some coconut over my cock so I can slide him on easier. I stretch the retainer over my balls, taking care to pull the strap up to my scrotum to make sure my balls can still sway in the breeze.
I hop into the pool and my sweetie sashays over to the side of the pool, keeping her back to me. I grab her legs and place them over mine as she helps me to guide “Big Jim” into her hungry cunt. Very slowly I slide the big guy into her. I’m very cautious at first as I push into her, but I didn’t need to worry because my horny wife swallows him up and is ready to go!
The big guy gets a lot of Ooooo’s and Ahhhh’s as my wife impales herself on my enhanced manhood. After one last slow stroke to make sure she is okay with the increased size, we pick up the pace again, and I feel like the biggest swinging dick around. I pull her tight to me and burrow into her very accommodating pussy.
I love making my lovely wife happy like this. During this type of not-frequent-enough session, I enjoy watching and responding to her desires.
“Grab my tits, yeah, that’s it. Pound me honey.” I add to her moans with sometimes funny noises of my own. I’ve got a tit in each hand, her nipples between my fingers, gently kneading them. I hear her breathing become strained, and her body tightens as she cums on Big Jim.
“Honey, I’m about done in with the wine, sun and sex, but you haven’t had a chance to cum in me. I want you to give it to me one more time with just you”.
I take care pulling Big Jim off of my straining member, and quickly get back into position. My sweetie still wants me coming at her from behind, and I’m certainly not going to complain. My cock finds her with no problem, and I resume screwing away, my sweetie enthusiastically hopping back and forth on me.
I’m fucking her with wild abandon. Being naked in the warm sunshine surrounded by the pines in the yard is wonderful. A squirrel is watching a short distance away while he eats the seeds we put out. I’m thinking he must be impressed by this guy in front of him screwing the woman for a good 90 minutes.
I realize—a little late now—that I should have cum in her before I put Big Jim on. As horny as she is, she is a bit stretched out now, and my averaged-sized pole is not getting much traction. I slow and drive my cock into her as far into her as I can to see if I can get her to cum for me and clamp that marvelous pussy around me.
It’s a partial success. Thrusting up into her does get her to cum one more time, but I’m not able to take advantage of her contractions to my benefit. Still, I’ve had a blast and I figure I can take care of this problem myself or with my sweetie’s assistance. We face each other and come together in the middle of the pool as she notices my straining member pressing against her stomach.
“Didn’t you get to have fun?” she asks as she grabs my cock in one hand and rubs it gently.
“I had one of the best times of our married life, it’s just that I think there was just too much lubrication and I got distracted watching you ride me.”
“What can I do to help you out?” she asks.
“How about I sit on the edge of the pool and you can suck on my coconut covered manhood?”
“Sure, where’s the oil?”
I climb out and grab the oil that’s been heated by the sun. Sweetie slowly pours hot oil over the tip, and to my great satisfaction, down the sides to run over my shaved balls.
In the summer sunshine, my wife starts stroking me with her delicate fingers and I lean back to watch her. I am so horny that I’m dying for a release, but can’t seem to get there. After a few minutes of pleasuring me, she moves forward and kisses the tip of my cock.
With my raging boner firmly in hand, she covers the tip with her mouth, swirling her tongue around my plump head, then burying it until I can feel the back of her throat, where she pauses to once to again circle my cock with her talented tongue.
Damn, that feels good! I wish we could do this out here in the back yard all year round. Her free hand reaches out to tenderly cup my balls and rub the oil that tricked down there. I’m of average size down there, and I’m amazed as I watch her take all of me in, and then stop to swirl her tongue around my straining cock.
Damn, I’m so horny and hard I’m begging to cum. I’m so busy watching my own in personal porn show that I can’t let go. She pops up breathless for a moment, continuing to stroke my rigid, red cock. After a few breaths, she asks, “What can I do for you honey?”
“Here, I’ll put some more oil on him and you just stoke him like crazy,” I tell her.
My sweetie has my balls in one hand and cock in the other as she wraps those lovely fingers around me. She stokes me, but not fast enough, so I wrap my hand around hers, and I show her how fast to give it to me.
She leans into the task, and oh, my God, I need to cum soooo, bad. I let go of her hand and she brings both of her hands together around my hardened flesh. I lean back with my hands on the deck and my prick begins to stiffen even more.
Suddenly I cum, and it goes everywhere. I hit her in the forehead, it shoots over her shoulder into the pool, and as I pick my head up, I see it trickling down her breast.
After two hours of screwing, I feel relieved to have released all that pressure. But I think I could do it again, maybe…
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