It was a hot, lazy, summer’s afternoon.   The sort you spend doing as little as possible, or like me, in the pool.  I’m not much of a swimmer, but the kids wanted a splash, the heat was oppressive and there was Katy.  That would be Katy, wife of Jim, mother of two, turn-on of one – me.  Having her bob up and down, reaching for the ball, ducking under water… plenty of chances to admire her smooth body and full breasts.  Katy’s no supermodel, but she has a sensual way about her and a pretty face, which somehow make her much more attractive than many more classically beautiful women.  So I enjoyed nipples defined clearly against a bikini top, ample opportunities to admire barely restrained bosoms, and occasional sightings of long legs when she dived.  We’d known Katy and Jim for a few weeks, and I’d liked the look and company of Katy from the get-go.  Jim was as boring and bland as they come – if he was a food, he’d be a boiled potato – and I kind of got the impression Katy was a little frustrated with his lack of adventure.  It had been an effort to persuade him out onto this weekend away.

But none of that was in my mind as I was treated to a view of Katy surging out of the water to grab a high catch, breasts moving magnificently down, then up as she fell back into the pool. Fortunately my own bathers were loose enough to hide the evidence of my appreciation, and I had taken care never to come out of the water, so to speak.  I noticed another guy in the pool shooting the odd glance.  Why the hell not.  My own wife was out of the water in a chair, reading, as was Jim, so maybe he thought we were together.

Of course, even perfect afternoons need to end, and eventually we climbed out of the pool.  The kids had their clothing there, but Katy and I had left our clothes back at our shared house when we’d fetched the kids’ bathers earlier in the day.  So we left our partners to towel off the tired kiddies, and started on the five-minute walk back to the house, pleasantly bantering about our skills with the balls.

Of course, I was thinking about fucking her.  Had been all afternoon.  But I had no intention of doing so.  I’d take my own wife later on, good and proper.  Anyway, I could admire the view, as, even the gentleman, I let Katy go ahead and open the door.

“I’m going to have a shower before we head back,” she said as the key turned in the door.

“Me too,” I rejoined.

“Me first,” she declared as we moved towards the bathroom.

“No, me, I’ll be quicker.”

“No, I said it FIRST!”

“Hey, look what the cleaner left over there!” I pointed towards the curtains.

Momentarily distracted, Katy peered over in the direction I indicated, and I took advantage of the moment to sneak ahead of her.

“Heh heh heh.”

“You think that was funny, don’t you?” she asked as I entered the bathroom and pulled back the shower curtain.

“Don’t know about funny, but I’d say it was effective,” I said as I turned on the taps.  “I’ll call when I’ve finished, shall I?”

Really I was in no hurry for her to leave.

Got the temperature just right.  Water flowing.

Katy was standing there, arms folded (breasts together), trying to pout.  Fairly obviously not intending to leave.

I looked at her.  She looked at me.  Eye contact.  I smiled.  She smiled.  Understanding.

I dropped my bathers.  Out sprang my cock.  I stepped into the shower, which was one of those bath/shower combos.  Katy just remained standing, arms crossed.

Began to soap myself.  Felt a bit odd, being watched.  But clearly her choice.   Grabbed my cock, turned so she could see it, and gave myself a nice soapy wank.  But I didn’t want to linger, so jumped out quickly and reached for a towel.

Katy flicked off her bikini bottoms in a move so deft it was close to magic.  Her top followed in the same instant.  Then she was in the shower, rubbing herself down.  I moved to the spot she’d just vacated and watched, awestruck.  She closed her eyes, lifted her head to the shower and let the water stream across her face, down her neck and cascade off her breasts for a brief, shivery moment.  Her pussy was neat, not shaven, but tidy, with golden-brown hair.  Nice legs, too.  In other words, quite a sight.

Then she was finished, and out of the shower.

I stood there, dry, but cock pointing skywards as she toweled off.

I wasn’t sure what would happen next.  But I sure as hell didn’t want to spend the rest of the afternoon trying to hide the canoe in my pocket.

OK, now you may be thinking by now she should have a mouthful of cock.  But that’s you, you quick worker.  I’m shy.  Sure, a woman had just showered nude in front of me, but did that mean sex was on the table?  Or on the bed, or on the anywhere?  You can’t be sure.  But I thought of something.

“Seeing as you’ve just given me a hard-on I could break rocks with, would you mind just standing there while I relieve myself?  Otherwise I’m just not going to be able to put my jeans back on.”

“Come with me.”

I followed her into her bedroom.

“Lie on the bed.”

Time to take the initiative.  Fairly sure by this time I knew where we were going.

“No, you lie on the bed, and spread those lovely legs.  First I want to lick that tidy, tasty pussy.”

“We’ve only got a couple of minutes, then we have to get back!”

“So lie down!!!”

Katy hesitated, then flopped onto the bed, parting her legs.  I dove straight in, extending my tongue to start a long lick at the base of her cunt, moving up quickly to her clit.  The taste of her pussy was intoxicating, a mixture of swimming pool, clean womanliness and, as I bent to my task, sweet pussy juice.  Enjoying it, she arched her back, and extended her legs to offer me more access.  I pushed my tongue deeper, and was rewarded a softer, wetter core.  Katy moaned, wriggled, and I noticed she was giving her breasts a workout.

“Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop….”

I increased the tempo, up and down, sideways…no time for finesse, just action.  Then I felt her body convulse, she tightened her stomach muscles and tensed, and blood rushed to her face as she succumbed to the orgasm.  I continued, then she sat up and I withdrew.

“We’ve got to hurry now!”

“I know.  Bend over the side of the bed, so I can fuck you.”

“Got contraceptives?”

“Your mouth?”

“You sweet talker you!”

By this time Katy had knelt on the bed, knees apart, arse up, face down, breasts touching the bedclothes, offering me the prize.  I took a step back.

“What are you doing?”

“Admiring the view I’ve been thinking about all afternoon.”

A wiggle of the arse.

“Well get a move on!”

In I went, and let me tell you it was no problem at all to slide my cock straight in, and in, and in to Katy’s open pussy.  When you’ve got a cunt that’s stretched a little, lubricated with sweet juice and saliva you’ve got a passage to heaven, no stopping for anything.  When I’d pushed my cock all the way into her, up to the stem, I paused to savor the moment, fully inside, fully inserted, balls pressed against her tight, curvy backside.  Then I started to fuck her, slowly, but surely.  I loved the way she was bent over for me, offering herself.  I moved in and out, relishing the grip of her pussy on my cock.  Then, having established a good hold on her hips, I informed her of my intentions.

“I’m going to fuck you like a piledriver down, you hot MILF, you.”

And I did, grabbing her hips and pulling her into me, fucking as quickly as I could manage, like a bunny rabbit on steroids. 

“Don’t stop, don’t stop…”

But I had to; I could feel that familiar welling deep inside of me.  So I withdrew…

“Dammit! Keep GOING!”

…and slid back in, but this time angled myself so it didn’t feel quite so good, and gave her another burst. 

Katy’s pussy seemed to get even wetter, and I forced myself to think of some ugly old hag instead of this beautiful specimen of fuckability impaled on my raging member.  Hard work, I can tell you. 

“Fucking harder…!”

I obliged, and reached down to excite her clit for good measure.  What happened was similar to the time I accidentally electrocuted someone when I was little.  Katy slammed her arse back into me so my cock plunged to new depths within her being, and let out a long, low cry like she had just lifted a heavy weight, lifting her head, while I played her clit.  For an instant we froze as the climax tore through her body, then she flopped forwards, and rolled over, a dreamy smile on her face.

“Hey, hey, we’ve got to get going, and you have a cock to suck and cum to swallow,” I gleefully reminded her.

Katy bolted upright and sat on the end of the bed, as I advanced, cock extended, awaiting my pleasure.  She got straight to work, pursing her lips, taking me right in, cupping my balls with her hands, working me up and down, up and down, up and down…I felt the tide increasing within me, I felt my balls tighten, my cock became harder, her mouth went faster, and then a wave swept through me and I jetted my sperm as she held my cock still, deep, deep in her mouth.  Then she began again, and a second, smaller wave built inside me, and a second stream of cum was delivered to the back of her tonsils.  I paused to enjoy the sensation as her busy tongue continued, but then slowly withdrew, Katy’s lips administering a final kiss as I softened, amazed, content and overwhelmed.

Wordlessly, we quickly dressed, and met at the door.  I looked at her.  She looked at me.

“We’d best go.”

“Yes.  We should.”