Good Morning, a short story by Angelacus. Date added: 2011-06-01. Times viewed: 10232.
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- Intro: Revenge can be sweet, but it can also be steamy. Find out how an early morning swim can change everything. Contains Het, D/S (to a small extent) HJ, Oral, Rim. This is in response to all the kind words over my first story and requests of more to come, thank you.
He had been going to early swim at the local pool before work for a few months to better his fitness as his job was nothing but sitting at a desk. He started to feel sloppy around the waist and he was noticing that he wasn't lasting as long in the bedroom with his wife. It was going really good and he was feeling healthier and more refreshed when he got to work. Even though he was making an effort to change, his wife had started to go to bed after he had already fallen asleep.
Climbing into the pool to start his laps his mind starts to wonder about why else could his sex life at home be taking a nose dive, he thought to himself that he was an ok lover and that he was trying to get back in shape for her, she just didn't seem interested in his effort. He scanned the rest of the pool, there were only five other people so he knew he'd have plenty of room, he always did at this time in the morning. As he set off away from the ladder he couldn't help his mind wandering again, what could he be doing wrong or what else could be going on.
After his seventh lap he spots a woman climbing into the pool on the opposite side, he couldn't help looking as she was wearing a bright red swimming costume, low cut to show off her cleavage and high at the waist making her legs look longer. As she turned to descend the ladder, he watched the water creep up her legs and over the firm rear, climbing up her back and her long brunette hair spreading out in the water. Not wanting to be seen staring at her, he set off on his eighth lap. He glanced up to make sure he wasn't going to collide with her in the middle of the pool, having to move to one side just to give her plenty of room. After a few more laps he started to notice that she was moving closer to his line and she was starting to catch up behind him rather than on the opposite side of the pool every time.
On the end of his twelfth lap he stopped to take a quick breathe, she was coming to the end of her lap and was beginning to slow. He wasn't ready to go for a few more laps, she stopped next to him seemingly to catch her own breathe. He could see her breasts rising and falling just under the surface of the water, stretching his arms over the sides to stop himself floating away from the edge.
"Hi" she said as she put her arms in the side in the same way. Her arm brushed his and lay millimetres away.
"Good Morning" he replied with a small smile. Not knowing what else to say he just looked out onto the pool, without realising, the two of them were the only people left in the water and there was one person gathering her things on the edge of the pool heading to get dried. He felt her hand moving onto his wrist and brushing up to his elbow, looking at her with puzzled look, not knowing what to do. She turns towards him with a smile wide across her face.
"Guess we're alone now", moving her other hand to his thigh, hidden under the water, sliding up the leg of his shorts.
"I think I best be going to the steam room to relax, enjoy the rest of your swim" he says as he pushes off towards the ladder. As he climbs out he glances behind, she hasn't moved except one arm rose to waggle her fingers in a cheeky wave goodbye. He goes to the shower and turns it to cold, one to clean the chlorine of his body before the steam room and secondly to try and calm the buldge in his shorts. This had never happened before and he wasn't sure why it was happening now, all he could think about was not getting anything of his wife and would it have been such a bad thing seeing where it could have lead. He dashed the thought as he'd swam away from the chance to find out, just as he was opening the door to the steam room he looked back to the pool to see that she was still staring at him, she wasn't even trying to hide it.
The steam flowed out of the room and around him as he walked in, he searched around, the room was empty giving him the choice to sit anywhere on the tiled benches he wanted. He sat against the far wall, opposite the door, not that he could see it with all the steam, he let his head roll back against the tiled wall and closed his eyes, breathing in deeply, trying to clear his head and relax. He heard the door of the steam room shut, the brunette saunted over towards where he sat, becoming more visible as she waded her way through the dense steam. He thought to himself "what could she be up to?"
"Why did you do that out there?" He questioned.
"The question is, why did you leave?" She replied
"Because I'm married and have been for nine years"
"I've been married for six years but you didn't answer my question, haven't you ever met anyone new while you've been married"
"If you mean have I been faithful to my wife, of course I've been faithful" He blurted out, sounding a little shaky of what was going on. She sat down next to him, too close for someone who he met all of five minutes ago. She sat facing him, one hand on his shoulder the other crossing her body to rest on his bare thigh again. He knew it was wrong and that he should walk away, his mind knew he was being offered something his body had been denied for a long time and his body was showing that it was agreeing with his mind, not his conscience.
"Why me, we haven't met before?" Even in the back of his mind, there was a voice screaming "Who cares why you!". With every breath he took, he could feel his shorts getting tighter, every breath she took; her breasts rose to greet him and fell to encourage him in closer. He looked into her eyes waiting for a reply but one never came, he felt her hand move from his thigh to the very large buldge that had grew since she sat down. She smiled cheekily again, winked and started to rub her hand over his shorts, scraping her fingernails over the taught fabric. He didn't know what to do, so he tried to move her hand away but she moved her hand from his shoulder to under his chin and leaned in to kiss him. Taken unawares, her tongue parts his lips and thrusts deep to massage his, succumbing to what he needs, he stops trying to move her hands and holds her by the back on the neck, pulling her away. He looks into her eyes and without thinking about it, draws her back in and pushes his tongue into her mouth. Trying to drink the attention down to fill the need, the thirst, he's had for what seems like too long and can't get enough of. He slides a hand down to her shoulder and continues down her arm taking a strap of the red swimming suit with it, exposing a ripe breast with an erect nipple, begging to be nibbled.
She moves from his lips to his ear lobe and starts to bite and pull. He could feel the pain but strangely he found it was just as much pleasurable, walking a fine line between the both, a line he'd never experienced before but wanted more of. He removed the other strap and pulled the costume down to her perfectly curved waist, licking his way from the nape of her neck down to the more rapidly rising and falling breasts. Spurred on from the new sensation at his ears, he groped and squeezed tighter than he normally would have; he kneaded and licked, bit and scratched. Nothing he was doing was getting anything but more heavy breathing and light moaning, he was surprised he was being so rough, never being so before, even more surprised that he was enjoying it. She moved both hands to his chest, turned and pushed him to lie down on the bench, with kneeling on one side and her foot on the floor the other side, mounted him. Grinding her pelvis into his shorts, along the hard line he made in them, she moves her head to his nipples and started biting them. Again he rode the line between pleasure and pain, not knowing whether to use his hands to pull her hips on her harder or to hold her head on his chest.
She slid down his legs, pulling his shorts down as she went, staring to work him by hand. Seeing just how big he was brought a massive smile to her face and he smiled back moving one hand behind his head to prop it up so he could see better and the other to the back of her head to guide her to where he wanted her to be. He was so big she felt she needed to use both hands to work him the way she wanted to but didn't have the right position to, so she angled him upwards and started to lick and suck on his balls. Surprised he was clean shaven all over made it better for her, she always preferred clean men, she took his balls in her mouth and her tongue played with them one at a time. He'd never had a woman pay attention to his balls before and again he found that line, he was beginning to wonder how much his sex life was limited and needed this woman to do more, to show him more, but his thoughts were short lived as her tongue moved further lower. Finding his perineum and his ass, he knew what rimming was but thought it was just something that men did to women or gays did, he never thought he could get it and defiantly not enjoy it this much. At one point he even felt her tongue and fingers penetrate him, he wanted to say that it was too much, she'd gone too far. The words wouldn't come out; he was experienced something he never dreamed of, let alone something that would make his head fall back and moan about.
Leaving her fingers working in his ass, she moved back to his shaft and licked the length of it before taking it in her mouth as deep as she could. Just as she thought she couldn't go any deeper, her lips met his pelvis, even she was impressed she could take so much without gagging. She came up slowly and started working him by hand, mouth and tongue. His hands moved to the back of her head and grabbed onto a handful of hair and started to thrust upwards with his hips. He done something he didn't expect, he let go with one hand and propped himself up on an elbow, pulled on her hair until she raised her head so she was staring at him with spit dribbling down her chin.
"Open your mouth wide!" He demanded, keeping her head in the same place. He thrust into her mouth again and again, hitting the back of her throat, not caring if she wanted to or not. He'd never been so forceful, never even asked for what he wanted, always took what he could get. This woman had brought out sides of him he could never have believed were in him and now he was pounding himself into the back of her head without care or regard, he felt empowered, strong and in control, he really liked it. He felt the muscles in his gut start to tighten but didn't want to stop, he lay back down and put his free hand under her chin to clamp her whole head on him. She could feel him starting to twitch and pulsate, his thrusting got deeper and harder, she opened her throat more so he could go in as far his length and girth would allow. He gave one last shove, her chin meeting his balls, letting out a small grunt and moan, he released halfway down her throat and started to pull out. With his head still left in her mouth, he spasmed again and let another torrent flow in. She pulled above him and let his juice dribble back down his shaft, when her mouth was empty again she licked it back up and spat it back down him, lapping it up until she finally swallowed the full load.
She may have thought he was done, but he wasn't finished, he sat up and lay her down on the tiled bench, leaned over her and started working on her breasts again. He took as much of her nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, pulling his teeth down the flesh and held onto the tip until a small squeal crept from her mouth. He palmed the other breast with his hand, pushed it in every direction till the skin wouldn't allow it further, tweaking and pinching the nipple. Usually when he had cum he doesn't stay hard but he was so turned-on, it was rock hard, so while he was sucking on one breast and manhandling the other he began to work himself on to her clit. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him against her harder with every thrust and gyration of his hips. She began to moan louder, for fear of them being caught by the pool staff he put his hand over her mouth, it urged her to pull him more. She grabbed his head and pulled him in for a passionate tongue massage, he melded against her as they lay there in tight embrace. He moved his head the side of her neck and started to suck on her collar bone, lifting her leg and pushing her bathing suit to one side, slides his fingers over her engorged clit covering his fingers in her juice. He pulls back from her and sucks his fingers clean,
"Mmm, you taste good" licking his lips.
"So did you" she replies, arms still wrapped around his head.
With that he kisses his way down her body, grabs underneath her thighs and lifts them up, kissing from her navel jumps to her ankles and works his way down to the top of the thighs. He pulls the costume to one side to reveal such a plump and smooth vagina, he licks around the edges with some kisses and bites, teasing her of what’s to come. She tries to push his head to where she wants it, but puts her arms above her head with one hand and with the other around her throat.
"Don't move your arms!"
She nods and smiles, he moves back but leaves his hand around her neck, and pulls the costume away again. He carries on licking around the edges, giving her clit the odd tantalising flick of his tongue as he passes. He repositions his body to make it easier and moves his tongue to her ass; he spits in it and pushes his tongue in. From here he can't reach her nipples so he starts to work her clit with his finger and thumb, pinching and pulling on it. Every time he penetrates her ass with his tongue he pulls his teeth along her perineum, her breathing begins to get heavier and she starts to shiver, a torrent of her juices flow down over his face. He pulls his tongue out and licks up all that is flowing, he moves his hands to both ass cheeks and spreads them, opening up and exposing everything to see. He clamps his mouth over her clit and bites, grinding his teeth feeling her skin between, flicking with his tongue as it’s held tight. Each time it works its way loose from his teeth he clamps down again, sucks in deep and bites again. Her body clenches and shivers and she releases more of her juices, not wanting to lose a drop he laps it up and snowballs it into her mouth. After another long, hot kiss he goes back down on her. He pushes two fingers into her ass and his thumb in front, making tiny circles over and around her clit, closing his fingers and thumb together through the inner flesh, massaging in and out with a slow but strong movement. She moans one last time and instead of flowing she squirts over his chin and down his chest. He's still hard and can feel he is ready to put a load in her again; he moves back up to face her and says,
"Stick your tongue out"
She does and he wipes his chin over her tongue, then swallowing her tongue in his mouth sucking it dry. He kneels up and drags the soaked swimming costume from her body and down her legs, sliding closer to him. He angles himself above her and presses his shaft against her clit and starts rubbing and pushing against, she moves her arms around his neck again and pulls her nails up his spine leaving white trails. He pulls his ass a little further away and angles to penetrate, he shoves between her gaping legs and plunges in deep, she's so wet but still tight. Working his hips in small circles as he enters slowly, feeling her loosen the more he thrusts. Because of the steam on the tiles he can't seem to get the purchase he wants to push as deep as his body needs to be so he stands her up, turns her around and bends her over the bench. He enters her from behind and puts his thumb in her ass; he can feel himself through the inner wall. He moves his other hand up her back and around her throat and squeezes tighter pulling her head back and arching head back down. Still not able to get as deep as he wants uses one of his legs to usher one of her legs up onto the bench, that opens her enough for him to push right to the top of him but he wasn't all the way in.
"Go deeper", she pleads.
"I'm hitting the top of you already", he replies.
"I don't care; I need you to go deeper!"
He says nothing more, what else could he say, the best answer is what he gave her. He pushed harder, hitting the top of her with all the force he could. It was hurting but it was so incredible he couldn't bring himself to stop, he could feel himself in the throngs of another orgasm but he was fighting it as he could feel she was getting tighter. She was pushing back on him harder and harder feeling a massive climax starting.
"Fuck me; I'm cumming, fuck me harder, harder!" She growled.
He dove in with a rhythm harder and faster than before, he could feel her soaking him, he stopped fighting and emptied himself into her. Filling her up but carrying on the rhythm made her climax again. They both fell to their knees trying to catch a breathe holding each other, lightly kissing each other. He grabs his shorts as she pulls on her suit, she stands and moves to the door.
"Will I get to see you again?" He asks as she opens the door.
"That all depends" She answers with a smile.
"On what, I mean I don't even know your name"
"It all depends on if your wife and my husband carry on fucking behind our backs!"
With that she smiles and walks out...
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