The weather around me was off. One day it was hotter than hell, the next few days rain, rain, and more rain. Ever since I got our pool ready, there hasn't been a day where I could go out and relax. Just lie in the water, work my always sore muscles. Maybe even play around with the husband.

But finally, the weather was giving us an open window to get in the pool. He put on his loose trunks, the ones that have Velcro at the waist. I had more trouble finding something and just settled for my two-piece shorts and tankini top. It was a nice set, white and low cut. Low enough that my breasts could easily slip out. With my recent weight gain, my tits got a bit bigger, and the top got a bit smaller.

I gathered what I wanted with me: a drink, my vape, and my phone. The hubby grabbed us towels and we walked out together. He smiled a lot, and my mind just went to thinking he was happy that we were spending time together. Our normal evenings consisted of him coming home from work and us eating dinner. Then he gets on his computer, either gaming or watching videos. Then, myself, I just sit next to him and go on my laptop.

I'm happy with our life, being together for over twenty years. We raised four kids, now all adults. We had our fun, especially when we first married. Hell, we fucked everywhere possible in our home. Just like rabbits, when the kids were asleep or outside playing, his hard cock was taking me.

It didn't matter with us. He would bend me over the freezer or pull me on his lap when he was at his desk. My legs were open to him like 7/11.

Things slacked off, but we still had fun. We might not be fucking like bunnies, but our sex life maintained a nice rhythm.

But as we walked together, down the small hill to our pool, it never crossed my mind that he had a plan up his shorts.

I got in after him, taking my time adjusting to the water. It wasn't cold, the water was a nice 80 degrees. Except when the water hit my nipples, they puckered up, hard enough to break ice. He noticed, his eyes looked between both nipples, his smiled growing wicked with his thoughts.

I swam away, but the pool wasn't big enough to get away from him. My back was pulled up to his chest, his hand holding my waist as the other hand travels down my body and cupped my cunt. My head fell to his shoulder, and I let slip a moan. I loved his hands being on me but decided to make him work for it. I got away, only for him to catch me, hiking my leg up to his hip.

We kissed like animals, our mouths clashed on each other, our tongues mixing and licking. I sucked his tongue into my mouth, rubbing my tongue over his. I liked doing that to him, the simulation of me sucking his thick cock. The way he melts into me, letting out small groans of pleasure. If we weren't in the water, he would have me on my knees, his cock buried in my mouth.

His free hand, the one not holding me, slid back down my body, his fingers trying to get into my bottoms. It wasn't working out for him. I swam away again, teasing my poor husband. He caught me again, my legs pressed together, but his cock pushed through. I felt the beast, running in between my legs, working up to my core. It felt good, his cock working me over without even touching my cunt.

He grabbed my leg again, surprising me, and hitched it up over his hip. His fingers moved to pull my shorts aside, and that thick cock I love, pushed right into me. I grabbed his neck as his hands held my hips. I rode his cock, using the water to help propel me.

I moaned with the pleasure, not caring who could hear us, or who could see us. All that mattered was his cock slamming into me. We moved around the pool, neither of us caring where we were going, just lost in each other. I tried spreading my legs further, but the bottoms I was wearing wasn't cooperating with me.

I moved off his cock, his groan telling me he missed my tight pussy. I smiled and quickly removed the swim bottoms. As soon as they were off, I jumped back onto his cock. He slid in with no issue, his pelvis hitting mine. I moaned loudly, and he took that as his invitation to fuck me harder. Which he did, me meeting him thrust for thrust.

The cars were flying down the road, oblivious to what was taking place mere yards away from them. The neighbor, around the corner, whose backyard backs up to ours, was out clearing his trees and bushes. The owner of the tanning salon right next door got into his car and left. I knew all this was happening around us, but I didn't care. I just wanted him to fuck me and not stop.

My legs were getting tired, being plastered against my husband's trim waist, locking in the back to stay on him. I pulled off his magnificent cock again and walked over to the steps. I wiggled my ass, and he was behind me in seconds. His cock was lined up at my entrance, but my body kept trying to float. His right hand fell away from my hip, and he pushed my ass down.

Finally, he reentered me; after a few more failed attempts, his cock hitting so hard my head hit the ladder. I held tighter to the ladder and pushed back to meet his thrusts. The noises around me flittered away, the only sounds coming from us.

"That's it, baby, ride Daddy's cock," my husband said. He loves it when I call him Daddy. I never cared why, and never asked, just did it, as it turned him on.

"You want Daddy to cum in your pussy? Tell Daddy?" His words hit deep, the pit of stomach, and I squeezed his cock, milking him before he shot his load in me.

"Ahhhh. Fuck yeah." His words muttered out. Then he stilled, pulled my hips flush with him, and emptied his massive cock inside me. I felt the ropes of his seed shooting in me. I rubbed my pussy along his cock, milking more out of him.

He took a hold of my hair, pulled me back and kissed me fiercely. We exited our pool after putting our trunks back on. He helped me undress, our hands touching each other still. I smiled at him, and said, "Tonight, I want to ride your cock." His smile and nod told me okay.

But when we went to bed, we both fell asleep peacefully.