Inside the yard, there was a gorgeous pool and a jacuzzi.
Nice.
I could picture us here, me naked in the jacuzzi, waiting for my sexy husband to come out with a towel, warm me up with those big hands, then bend me over and fuck me til I was begging him. I bit my lip at the thought.
My body reminisced about our steamy night together, where he nearly did screw me.
If only his wife hadn’t called the admin and interrupted us.
Cockblocking bitch.
The pool lights glowed faintly; everything else was swallowed in pitch black. It was chilly, so I tightened my coat.
There was a patio area with tables, an umbrella, and a grill, cozy, inviting.
That’s when I heard voices.
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
His voice, irritated, but holding back.
They were in the kitchen.
I saw her turn her head.
Could she see me?
Through the small kitchen window, she was moving, heading toward the sliding door, but still looking back at him.
Damnit, she was attractive. Blonde like me, but big perky tits, not like me.
I dropped to my hands and knees, heart pounding.
Fuck. I think she’s going to open it.
Fuck, I can’t be caught now, especially with the wife right there!
I slide into the pool as stealthily as I could.
It’s heated, but the initial plunge still felt like ice in my veins. I tried to get in with as little noise as possible.
“Did you hear that?” Her voice got clearer as she headed outside.
I’m submerged, praying they’re not about to turn on the grill and have a romantic picnic.
I can’t hold my breath long.
“It’s nothing, probably just the wind.”
I hear her huff, but her footsteps get closer.
“I just missed you. Get over here.”
Silence for a beat, then—ugh—the disgusting sound of kissing reaches my ears, even underwater.
Please go back inside.
Not only were my lungs begging for oxygen, but my brain was melting from having to hear them make out.
