My First Poolside Temptation: Breaking Innocence with Laurence
It was a scorching summer afternoon by the pool in our sprawling house in southern France. High walls hid everything from prying eyes. My wife had taken baby Tom for a walk by the Rhône, leaving me alone. I stripped naked, as always—water and air kissing bare skin like a lover’s whisper. I swam lazy laps, then floated on the air mattress. Sun warmed my cock, soft against my thigh. Eyes closed, Laurence flooded my mind. Her pale blue eyes, long brown hair, those firm tits I’d glimpsed braless that first meeting. Heart pounding already, I hardened fast. Crawled onto the white lounger, hand wrapping my shaft. Slow strokes, dreaming of her mouth.
Gate hummed open. Panic spiked—wife’s gone hours. Laurence’s voice? She punched the code to pick up Tom early. Shit. I flung a towel over my throbbing dick, called out. ‘They’re out, but join me!’ Heart hammered like a drum. She strolled over in a short white dress, buttons undone top and bottom—tease. Grabbed a lounger beside me. No freakout at my ‘negligée.’ We chatted work, life. My eyes devoured her. Legs crossed, then uncrossed high. Thigh brush accidental? No. My hand grazed her knee, slid inner thigh. Boom—legs splay wide. Lace white panties flash. No turning back. Pulse roared in ears.
The Approach
Fingers hit panty edge. Sheer smooth—waxed clean. Plump lips under fabric. She sighed deep. Towel yanked off, my cock springs free. Her head dives, mouth engulfs me. Sucks hard, throat deep, balls massaged. Fingers plunge her sopping pussy. Clit rolls under thumb. She bucks, floods my hand—orgasm rips her. Faster suck, I warn—gonna cum. She swallows every hot jet, eyes shut in bliss.
The Instant
Pool called to cool us. She unbuttons slow, peels wet panties, unhooks bra. Naked perfection—full tits, dark nipples stiff, curvy hips. First nude swim for her. ‘Feels electric,’ she gasps. Sits pool edge, legs part. I swim up, tongue to her fat lips, suck clit. Fingers fuck deep. She moans, writhes. Cock aches iron. ‘Fuck me,’ she begs. Thrust in—tight, slick heaven. Deep pumps, she clenches walls. Nipples in mouth, kneading tits. She cums howling. ‘IUD—cum inside.’ I explode, filling her pulsing core.
Water laps as we float, time ticking. Regretful clothes on. Glass inside house. Wife pulls up quarter-hour later, shocked Laurence beat her. ‘Early RTT,’ I shrug. Secret sealed. Innocence shattered—that faithful husband gone. Now I crave her drop-offs, pulse racing for round two. Summer air still hums with her scent.
