Meaty wife’s Desperation at the Swimming Pool – Part 2

Meaty wife's Desperation at the Swimming Pool - Part 2
Hi, Madhan here, a passionate erotic writer. Thanks to all my ISS readers for the likes and valuable comments. Looking to connect with Pleasure-seeking girls/ladies/couples. Reach me on my hangout/mail [email protected] anonymity and secrecy are guaranteed. The story will be narrated from Spandana’s view. When my husband started walking away from the pool, I glanced at Abhi. Abhi was smiling and visibly excited. I reddened, giving him a look, and looked around, searching for the Malayalee coach, Ramesh. He was busy giving coaching instructions to another lady. Instead of feeling guilty, I felt an unfulfilled excitement inside me. My glance naturally shifted to Abhi, who expressed his excitement with a wink. Even though he was younger than me, a blush was written plainly on my face. My restless eyes instinctively searched for Ramesh again, who was busy with another student. By this, I realized that my devilish desire was not just for Abhi but for both the coaches. “Chalo, jump again. Time bahot kam hai” (Jump again. We have very little time). Abhi was inviting me into the pool to play with my spongy assets. I climbed out of the pool, ready to jump again into the pool. I felt kinky by watching Abhi, who was waiting to grab my body. My dark, thick nipples were hard and erect, trying to pierce out of my top. My pussy turned moist. This time, I wasn’t scared because I knew for certain that Abhi would catch me (No, he would grab me). But when I jumped, my body kept sinking low and low, just about to touch the pool floor. On not finding Abhi’s protective hands, I panicked. I started frantically pushing the water, and that’s when a hand tightly grabbed me. Inside the pool, the protective hand brushed all the parts of my boobs with the fingers relishing time on my hard erect nipples. My head was trying to come out of the water for the air. Both hands of Abhi cupped my fleshy, thick ass cheeks firmly. Breathing heavily, I playfully hit Abhi and said, “I was scared.” He laughed and replied, “Ab kyaa huva?” (What happened now?) His hands daringly continued to remain on my ass cheeks, feeling the flesh. I looked around the pool and noticed there was only one other lady and one man present. That’s when I noticed Ramesh standing there with an expression that said, “I caught you.” My eyes searched for the clock—around 20 minutes left before my husband would return. Abhi came closer and whispered, “Chalo, open shower me.” (Let’s go to the open shower). I turned and peeked into his eyes, asking loudly, “Kya?” (What?) He got scared and didn’t reply. He quickly climbed out of the pool. My mind raced: “Shit, what have I done?” I, too, climbed out of the pool and followed him. Ramesh watched from the corner of his eye. I requested Abhi, “Dikhao na, open shower.” (Show me the open shower) Abhi extended his hand, “Jao, dekh ke aao. Koi bhi nahi hai wahan pe.” (Go that side. Nobody is there). I smiled and slowly stepped towards the open shower area. I moved behind the wall that isolated me completely from the view of the pool. My legs were trembling, and my heart rate skyrocketed. The moment Abhi walked in, my heart pounded even harder. I could hardly breathe. My eyes were fixed on the ground as Abhi walked in and said, “Madam ji, this is only the back shower.” I took a deep breath, lifted my eyes to meet his, and said, “Kyun, main wo laal dress wali se kam sundar hun?” (Am I less pretty than that red dress). With that, I pushed him against the wall. My lips were inches closer to Abhi. “Bolo”(Tell). I cupped his chin. He, too, was shivering. I again questioned, “Bolo? Mujhe to kabhi aise nahi taade”(Tell? You never stared at me like that). I locked my lips with his lips. His hands encircle my hips, and his lips start to explore my taste. He sucks my upper lips and lower lips. His hands move to his favourite place, i.e. my ass cheeks. He stuffs my body much tighter into him. He presses my body in such a position that his erect dick presses against in between my thighs. Oh god. He rushes, kissing my cheeks, my ears, and my nose and circles back again to my lips. “Ah. Kaun bola. Aap bura maan jaoge bolke nahi bolo. Aap acche lagthe ho.” (I did not tell, thinking you might feel bad. I like you). I tease him by pushing him away, “Main itna gori nahi hun kya”. (Am I not fairer?) He draws me into him and continues kissing, “Ahh.” I stop the kiss again, “Reply tho karo?” (Reply?) He replies, “Kabhi dikhaya nahi naa.” (You never showed, right?) His lips continue to kiss, and his hand starts squeezing my boobs over the swimwear. “Ahh.” I grab his erection over the pants. His erection was similar in size to my husband’s. Still, I felt more pleasured by him. That’s when I remembered the muscled coach, Ramesh. I imagined Ramesh peeking at our kiss. I tempt him with another longer, dirtier kiss. Fuck, it was all happening in a public place. I quickly pushed Abhi away, panicking as I heard my kids’ voices from a distance. Abhi pulls me again. As the distant sound of the kids grew louder, I realized the danger and pushed Abhi away. I signalled him to be quiet by placing a finger on my lips and walking out from behind the wall to find my kids searching for me. I hurried over to them and said to my husband, “I was just checking the back shower. Sorry.” I rushed into the shower to change. After changing, I was so tense that I avoided making eye contact with both coaches. My mind was a whirlwind of mixed thoughts. We reached home. I headed for a shower and poured cold water over my head with continued dirty thoughts about both swimming coaches, Ramesh and Abhi. The imagination of Ramesh sneaking while Abhi hungrily ate my lips excited me. After dinner, on the bed, I was checking the dp of Abhi and Ramesh. After my marriage, forget fucking.

I had never given any man the opportuning even to touch or kiss. But here I was, wild and desperate not for one but two dicks, but none belonged to my husband. In no time, my husband went to slumber. The time was 11. There was no control as my finger typed the text “Slept” and hit send to Abhi. In no time, he replied, “Kaise so jayenge?”(How can I sleep?) His next message was, “Shuru hi nahi huva aapka husband aa gaya.”(Your husband came before even it started). I replied, “Hey, don’t disrespect my husband”. He replied, “Woh tho spoil kar diya na hamara.” (He did not spoil right our.) To tempt him, I asked, “Aa joa ghar” (Come home). He replied, “Accha, main dartha nahi. Location bejke dekho?” (Is it. I am not scared. Will you send the location?). To keep him enticed, I shared the location, “Ab kyaa aaoge? Mera husband ghar pe hi hai. Aake kya karoge?” (Now what? Will you come? My husband is at home. What will you do after coming?) Abhi replies, “Aao, na madam ji neend nahi aa rahi hai.” (Come Madam. I am not getting sleep). I continued teasing him, “Tho kya main wahan aaon kya?” (So what, do you want me to come to the pool?) He replied, “Yes. Please come.” Abhi, “Swimming pool pe koi nahi hai”(There is no one at the pool). I told him, “Hey, no. I was joking. Watchman will be there, right?” “Nahi, woh hame bolke ghar gaya. (No, he assigned us and left home). You come. Come now”. I replied, “No,” but butterflies were flying through my stomach to go to the pool and get banged by Abhi. Abhi’s next message was, “Mein gaadi leke aapke ghar ke saamne aa raha hun. Ready raho.” (I am getting my bike to your house. Be ready) I quickly replied to him, “No.” But he wasn’t reading my messages. In tension, I rushed to the hall to drink water. I rang Abhi but he did not pick up the call. What if he comes? After a tense 10 minutes, I found Activa entering the corner of our street. The street was desolated. I peeked, hiding inside the house, hoping he would wait and leave. Abhi rings my phone. I disconnect the call. But he calls me repeatedly. I, too, disconnected the call repeatedly. After a few disconnected calls, he starts his bike and drives away. The unsatisfied, horny, craving me dialled Abhi’s number. The first question I asked was, “Are you sure?” “Yes. I need you badly tonight.” That’s when he drove his bike, and I rode behind him into the pool. Me: What about Ramesh? Abhi: Don’t worry. Bhai kuch nahi bolega. (Bro won’t tell anything.) Me: Means usko patha nahi hai na? (He doesn’t know, right?) Abhi: Nahi usko nahi patha hai. (He doesn’t know) I knew for certain that he was lying. While he drove, I sat with a hand on his shoulder and kept a distance from his body. Abhi rode fast on some speed breakers, making me crush on him with my boobs squashed onto his back. He smiled the first time my boobs pressed on his back. I hit him on the back. “Kass ke pakado mujhe” (Hug me tightly). I hugged him tightly with my lips close to his ears. “Kyaa kyaa karoge?”(What and all you will do?) I utter in his ears. “Mein tumhara sab juices peeke rakunga.”(I will suck all your juices). I blushed excitedly, “Sachh mein.”(Really). I place my hand over his erection. Fuck, what the hell was I doing. He drives his bike straight into the gates of the pool. He parks his bike and closes the gate from the inside. The pool was glowing blue from the moonlight. That was the moment I realized that I was wearing just the nightie. The moment Abhi started walking to me, I started sweating. My body shivered, and at the same time, I was hornier like a dog. As Abhi inched closer, I noticed that he, too, was shivering and sweating. He asks, “Shuru kare.” (Shall we start?) Thank you, all ISS readers.