Neglect your wife and suffer the consequences or reap the rewards depending on how kinky you are.
James pulled out of the drive, swinging the car around onto the street. He looked back at his home just as the roller door was about to contact the paving.
It was Saturday, and James would spend another weekend in the office. It's funny how things work out, he thought to himself. James and Joanne were lucky. Nearly three years ago, before the 2008' global financial crash. James had made a daring and very risky investment. But it paid off, making it possible to sell their small old house in the suburbs and purchase a beautiful two-story mansion in a very affluent area.
When the global finance crash occurred, most of their friends and James's work colleagues lost everything. James was a financial investor and a very good one. But his former employers viewed him as reckless and took too many risks, and they terminated him for it.
But not before he has put a second mortgage on his own home and investing everything he and Joanne owned in a crazy unheard-of investment scheme. Less than two weeks later, Wall Street had collapsed, and the firm he had worked for was in bankruptcy.
Two of his previous bosses were looking at debts totaling in the millions and had committed suicide, and here was James, the risk-taker driving a brand new Porsche 911S. Had his prior employers listened to him, they would now be billionaires.
It was just after midday, and he was heading to the office for the third weekend in a row. To finish up an account that would see James's business as one of the leading finance companies to emerge from the 2008' collapse.
James knew the sacrifices he would have to make when he started the business to become what it was today, but Jo saw it differently. They had financial independence now. James didn't need to work. In the last six months, Jo can only recall them making love once, and when she thought about it, even that hadn't bought her to orgasm.
Jo was making a jug of ice tea in the kitchen before she went out and lay by the pool for the afternoon. She was angry, as James had promised to take the boat out this weekend and spend the weekend over on the island in their holiday house.
But no, he had gone into the office again, leaving her alone for the day. She even thought that he might be having an affair. Let's face it; a good-looking, rich guy would be in the sights of all those young office sluts, she thought. For all, she knew he could be bending some gorgeous young twenty-something over his desk right now. Sliding his cock into her tight wet pussy.
This thought just made Jo angrier, so she put it out of her head and went upstairs to put her bathers on. Jo stood inside her massive walk-in robe and slipped the silk robe she was wearing from her tanned shoulders. Letting it slide down her back and over her firm shapely bum as it floated down to the floor.
Standing in front of the mirror with hands on her hips, she turned sideways and ran a hand over her buttocks as though to smooth them down, then turning the other way doing the same to her stomach.
"I think this personal trainer thing is paying off," she said, speaking out loud to no one.
Jo stood at five foot seven inches and was a size four or six with curves in all the right places. Her large D cup breasts were her favorite feature and had been the thing that had attracted James to her in the first place. Jo was unable to have children, and as such, her stomach was still flat and firm. Her breast, also sitting high and proud on her forty-six-year-old body.
Jo had hired a personal trainer three months ago in a bid to win back her husband's roving eye, but till now hadn't seemed to be working. Frustrating her even more, Jo stood in front of the mirror and said to herself. "You look pretty damn good for your age, babe."
Unlike all of the neighbors and her new fake friends, they had met since moving to the area. Most women here have their cosmetic surgeon's number on speed dial, something she found quite amusing. Opening a draw, she took out a one-piece, held it up, thought no, and put it aside. She rummaged around and pulled out a bikini that James had bought her before they holidayed on a private yacht in the Caribbean last year.
It was little more than a couple of tiny triangles of bright pink material. The bottom resembled a piece of dental floss more than it did a bathing suit. Holding it up, looking at it, she was going to put it aside but looked at it again and thought, why not? I'm in the privacy of my own backyard.
I do want to get some sun on this body today. She took the bottoms and held them out, trying to figure how they went. The front looked the same as the back. She put them on and stood back from the mirror. Looking at herself, she was glad she had gone to the beautician the day before and had a full Brazilian wax.
"Jesus, it doesn't even cover my lips properly. Thank God I never wore it while on holiday. Our friends probably wouldn't talk to us anymore. It's simply obscene."
She placed the halter string over her neck and bent at the waist to position the triangles over her nipples because literally, that's all they covered. Holding the ties behind her back and tying them in a bow, she stood upright and wiggled around, trying desperately to make the material cover more than it did.
This bikini is only to be worn in the privacy of your own home, she thought. Now standing in front of the mirror looking at herself, she somehow felt more obscene and slutty than if she was naked. The bathing suit somehow just emphasized her genitals. Maybe it was the bright color that drew her eyes to her private parts.
But it certainly did make her feel sexy. She stood there turning this way and that way, running her hands over her body. She subconsciously made herself quite wet and excited. Jo finally decided she liked how she looked and walked out of the walk-in robe with a sly smile on her face. Maybe she would leave it on until James got home and give him a thrill. Jo headed downstairs to the kitchen. She poured a glass of ice tea, put in a couple of ice cubes, and grabbed her iPhone and headphones from the benchtop.
Once out on the patio by the pool area, Jo put her drink down on the bar. She grabbed a lazy boy lounge, and she dragged it over closer to the pool. Placing it in the sun, she laid her towel out then bent to straighten the towel. She smiled to herself, thinking how obscene she must look from behind bent at the waist with this outfit on.
The string having now completely separated her lips and disappeared into her wet depths. She moved the occasional table next to the lazy boy and retrieved her drink from the bar. Putting the earphones from her iPhone in her ears.
Jo settled back to enjoy the music playing and the sun on her body. At about the same time this was all taking place, a van had pulled into the drive of James & Joanne's house. The van had Sergio's pool cleaning & water testing on the side. The driver got out. He stood around six feet four inches and was extremely broad across the chest and shoulders.
He had long jet black curly hair and dark olive skin, utterly void of any body hair. He wore denim cut-off shorts and a bodybuilder singlet with a faded Lonsdale transfer on the back. He walked around the van to the front door; he rang the doorbell and waited but didn't expect an answer. He walked back to the van, pulling out a long pole with a brush.
He gathered up a couple of attachments and a large roll of suction hose, throwing it over his shoulder. He picked up a bucket full of water testing equipment. He had the code for the gate, and he punched it into the keypad and pushed the gate open with his foot, and walked through.
Andre approached the pool and put down the chemicals by the filter box. Not seeing Jo on the lazy boy, as it was turned with the back to that end of the pool. Andre bent down, and he removed the lid on the filter box. He plugged the hose in, making it ready to vacuum the pool.
It was a scorching hot day somewhere close to one hundred degrees. He looked around the yard and to the back of the house, thinking, what the hell no one's home, his uncle Sergio had told him that the owners were away on their boat the weekend. Anyway, it's easier to clean the pool while I'm in it. He thought before he pulled his singlet over his head and, then undoing the button on his shorts, slid them down his athletic legs along with his boxers.
Now completely naked, Andre slid into the pool, unaware that the house's lady was only meters away on the lazy boy. Jo was fast asleep in the sun. Completely unaware that there was a totally naked God-like figure standing waist-deep in her pool.
The heat was really about to get turned up as James had just pulled back into the drive and parked next to the pool van. Remembering that he had arranged for the pool cleaners to come this weekend, as He and Jo were meant to be going away. He had forgotten to cancel them when their plans changed.
Damn it! He cursed as he walked to the front door. This will be just another thing for Jo to piss and moan about. James could just hear her now; not only aren't we going away, but I also can't use the fucking pool. He walked briskly up the hall before climbing the stairs to his upstairs office. Calling out to Jo as he went, but no reply. So he figured she had gone shopping.
Again he cursed himself for forgetting his client's main file earlier and having to return home to collect it. This would only add to the length of time he would have to spend in the office today. As he reached his desk and grabbed the file, he looked out of the window, which overlooked the pool.
"What the fucking hell?" James said out loud.
The sight that confronted him was surreal. There was his beautiful wife of twenty-five years, and she looked like she was butt naked lying on a lazy boy, while a dark-haired Fabio look-alike was also naked wading around waist-deep in his pool.
James looked on, thinking, why hasn't Jo covered herself up or closed her legs at least. And why has this guy got no clothes on anyway? And why is he not ogling Jo's near-naked body? Then he realized that Jo had her iPhone earphones on and wouldn't hear a thing, and the position of her chair and the way she was laying unless Fabio walks the entire length of the pool, he would not see her.
Then James began smiling to himself.
"Boy, are they both in for a shock when they realize each other is there. But why the fuck is this jerk naked?" James said to himself.
Then he remembered telling Sergio of their travel plans this weekend. As it being so hot, he thought he might have done the same thing.
James was torn between getting back to work and doing nothing or staying and interrupting them both. Of course, this would embarrass Jo, giving her another reason to be pissed off with him. For not having told her the pool guy was coming around.
He looked back out the window and realized that the Fabio look-alike was now aware of his lovely wife and precisely what she was wearing—having moved further down the pool. Andre couldn't believe the bathing suit did not cover a thing. Her right nipple and her thick long pussy lips were completely exposed. He also realized that she must be asleep. So he was slowly moving towards her.
When he reached the edge of the pool, he was less than three feet away from Jo's wide-open pussy, the view only obstructed by a thin strip of material separating her lips. James decided to stay, so he pulled up a chair and watched to see just how far this would go.
James had always harbored strong thoughts of seeing Jo being fucked by another man. He had mentioned it many times in the past, bringing it up during lovemaking, but Jo had always refused to discuss it. Several years ago, he had almost convinced Jo into some partner swapping with a co-worker and his wife. But Jo had backed out at the last minute, dashing all hopes of him ever seeing his wife being taken by another man.
James has always been a voyeur since his college days. One night he had woken in his shared apartment to find his then-girlfriend Carly not in the bed next to him. On hearing muffled noises coming from the living room, he got up to check, only to find his girlfriend being fucked doggy style over the couch by one of his flatmates while the other one was getting a blowjob from her.
Shane, the one fucking Carly, looked up and saw James but never missed a stroke, just giving him a smile and the thumbs up. James could do nothing to stop what was taking place right in front of him. He never forgot just how hard watching Carly being spit-roasted by his two flatmates had made his cock on that occasion. James had pulled out his hard cock and stood and watched while masturbating, shooting his cum all over the carpet.
These episodes continued all through his relationship with Carly and the rest of his college years, all his relationships ending in the same way James would end up watching his two buddies fuck his girlfriends. And he would stand in the shadows watching and jerking on his cock.
Then one of his girlfriends, Sharon, cuckolded him by sitting on his face. After his friends had finished using her pussy as a cum dump, she had made him clean her cunt with his mouth. And from that day on, James would clean the cum from her well-used cunt with his tongue. Sometimes his friends and anyone else they invited over would fuck Sharon all night, up to three and four times each, and every time James was happy to watch, and then clean her cunt by licking all their spunk out with his tongue. Even after they had broken up, Sharon would go on dates and bring her cum filled cunt to James to clean up before going home.
But that all changed after college when he started work and he met Jo. She was a junior secretary working at the same firm he was. They dated for twelve months before he proposed. Jo had been a virgin when they married. Of course, over their twenty-five years of marriage, James had always wondered if she ever craved another man's cock deep inside her.
James snapped out of his trip down memory lane and wondered if his wife did wake up what she would do. There was no denying the guy in his pool was exceptionally well built and extremely handsome. How far would she go? Or would she go crazy and call the cops. James had a hard-on just thinking about it.
James couldn't take his eyes off the action unfolding in his backyard. He secretly desired Jo to fuck the pool guy. He looked on and watched Andre step up on the child safety ledge in the pool. It's a ledge that runs around the edge of the pool about one foot under the water for smaller kids to hold onto. As he did so, it became apparent to James that Andre's cock was well in proportion to the rest of his body. It was now hanging heavy semi-erect between his legs, his balls the size of large eggs. His cock glistening in the sun as the water dripped from the end of it.
James thought that the pool guy must be covered in oil or tanning lotion, as the pool water just beaded up and ran from his skin. It made him look even more like something out of a woman's romance novel. James pondered what he was planning on doing, standing there, just inches from his wife. But he didn't have to wait long as Andre looked around in all directions before taking his cock in his hand.
Andre slowly started to stroke his cock. It was growing, increasing long the hard. James stood dumbfounded as this guy blatantly jerked off while staring at his gorgeous wife's exposed pussy lips and nipple. James couldn't believe how big Andre's cock was now fully erect.
It was by far the biggest cock James had seen in the flesh. James was about to up the ante. Taking his phone out of his pocket, he dialed his wife's number. Due to Jo having the earpieces in, Andre wouldn't hear it ring, but Jo would. It rang once, twice, and then all hell broke loose when Jo spoke before she opened her eyes. Startled, realizing Jo was awake, Andre Jump in the water, but Jo soon opened her eyes when she heard the splash and water landed all over her.
"Oh my fucking god, who the fuck are you?"
"It's me, James, your husband. Who did you think it was?"
"Oh right, sorry, I was sleeping. You caught me off guard, that's all."
"Well, I'm just ringing to let you know it's going to be another late one. I don't expect to be home until around nine-ish. I'm sorry, sweetie. I'll make it up to you, I promise. Oh, and by the way, The pool guy is coming to clean the pool. I forgot to cancel them, so you might not be able to swim today."
"Of course, you are. It's ok. I'm just cleaning the house anyway. I hadn't thought about going swimming yet. See you when you get home," Jo said with complete disappointment in her voice.
James hung up the phone and said, "I can't believe she had blatantly lied to me about where she was and what she was doing."
"Now I'll ask you again, who the hell are you?" Jo yelled at Andre, who was in the pool.
(In an extreme Italian accent). "I'm Andre, the pool cleaner. I'm here to clean your pool."
"Well, how the hell did you get in?"
"Through the gate, I have the code your husband gave it to my uncle Sergio so he may clean your pool."
Jo was now standing above Andre, only a couple feet away from him, her hands on her hips, completely forgetting what she was wearing. James cracked the upstairs window to hear the conversation but stayed hidden to not to be seen. It was about now that Jo realized that Andre was naked in her pool.
"Why the fucking hell don't you have any clothes on?"
"I'm am sorry, senora, but it is hot. I believe nobody to be home. You are on a boat, no? So I clean the pool this way. I have no swimmers, so I take my clothes off."
"I see well. You can stop staring at me, you pervert."
Jo looked down, following Andre's eyes. Seeing her thick brown pussy lips hanging on either side of the dental floss bikini, she screamed out loud. She had forgotten what she was wearing through all the shock of finding a strange man in her pool.
"Fuck! James should have told me you were coming earlier." Jo cursed.
She snatched up the towel on the lounge and wrapped it around her body.
"How long have you been there perving on me while I was asleep?"
Jo realized she didn't need him to answer that question, as it was now staring her in the face. As Andre climb the steps out of the pool, it was as if time had slowed down for Jo, and everything was in slow motion.
She watched paralyzed on the spot as he stepped up each step, his magnificent cock swaying from side to side, the water running from his sculptured body. His cock was huge and fully erect. Jo had been standing above him at the pool edge, with her legs apart, bending over shouting at him. This had done nothing to deflate Andre's erection.
Andre had been staring up at her looking straight at her smooth, freshly waxed gash with its beautiful long thick lips, which had been even more emphasized due to the fabric of the micro bikini being wedge deep between them. Her lips were wet and glistening, and both of her large erect nipples had been exposed. Having popped out from under the minuscule bits of fabric that had tried in vain to cover them earlier.
Yes, her question had been answered. He had been there long enough to get an erection, God she thought if he jumped back into the water, what was he doing that close to me. Was he wanking over me? Her thought sending a lustful shiver straight to her pussy.
"What were your intentions with me?"
"Scuse me, but I don't understand you're question. English not so good."
"You were standing near me. You jumped back in the pool when I spoke. What were you doing?"
"Ah si, I'm sorry, but when I see such a bellissimo body, it makes me very hard. I wish for a closer look; this is all."
Jo was feeling a little more relaxed now Andre had his shorts back on, and she could see all the pool cleaning equipment.
"You must need glasses if you think this body is beautiful," Jo said, smiling. The whole thing of being caught off guard now having settled down.
"Where is Sergio anyway?"
"Ah, my uncle, he no longer works the weekends. He has given me this task, one of which I'm grateful."
"Why would you be grateful for that? Who wants to work on the weekends?"
"Hey, if I, not work today, I would never have witnessed such beauty as yourself."
Jo laughed and again.
"You really do need glasses. I'm what most women around this area would call chubby. If you aren't a size two or less, you are officially fat."
"Ah, then American's are crazy. You have the most perfect body I ever see in my life."
Andre's sweet comments had not gone by without leaving their mark on Jo. She felt herself growing increasingly aroused, not to mention how wet her pussy was. She could feel the juices welling up in her pussy and coating long labia.
Jo was now sitting on a patio chair, looking at Andre, as he continued to vacuum the pool from outside this time. She thought the last time she had seen such a perfect specimen of a man was at a girlfriend's bachelorette party. They had all gone to the Chippendale male strip revue. But Andre surpassed all of those guys, hands down. She had never seen a man's body so perfectly proportioned.
And that cock, my God, she closed her eyes and remembered how it had swung from side to side as he climbed from the pool.
James was almost about to give up on the idea of his wife taking this any further with Andre when Jo said something that changed his mind.
"Well, Andre, I guess you've already seen me in my bathing suit, so would you mind if I continued to sunbathe while you clean the pool. Or would this old body be too distracting for you?"
"No. not at all, senora. I would love for you to relax while I finish the task of cleaning the pool for you."
James watched as Jo did something entirely out of character, and dropped the towel she had wrapped around her, and strutted herself back to the lazy boy lounge. Only this time, she grabbed it and turned it around, so it faced the pool directly.
"Andre, I've been thinking it really is a hot day. We are both adults. I don't see any reason you should have to wear all those clothes. I mean we've, both seen each other naked."
And with that, she reached around and undid her top and discarded it to one side, her full firm breasts, and long thick erect nipples now on full display. Jo was fully aware that her nipples were hard and erect. They always got like that when she was aroused.
When she was around sixteen, at a pajama party, her girlfriends were teasing her about her nipples poking through her nightie and just how long they were. The girls were all chanting to see them. Finally, Jo gave in and took her nightie off. All the girls had gasped when they came into view.
"Stop it, your embarrassing me."
"We're not teasing you. We're jealous."
One girl asked, "Can I touch them?"
"No," Jo had told her.
"Oh please, they genuinely are lovely to look at, the girl said."
Jo had relented, and all the girls took a turn touching them and squeezing them. It had turned Jo on so much, and they grew even harder and longer. Later that night, she had even let her best friend Sonia suck on them when the lights were out. They had both ended up fingering and sucking each other pussies to orgasm.
It was Jo's first and only girl-on-girl experience. She also knew why they were so erect right now, and it was the same reason her pussy was literally leaking down the inside of her thighs.
She watched as Andre once again discarded his shorts, and his gorgeous cock sprang back into view. James was astounded at his wife's reaction and his own as James's five-inch cock was raging hard.
"Andre, before you start cleaning the pool, again, could you please come and put some tanning lotion on my back? It's over there on the bar, thank you."
Andre jumped at the chance to rub lotion onto this gorgeous woman and walked to the bar to retrieve the lotion. Jo never took her eyes of that magnificent cock. She especially liked the way it swayed heavily from side to side. It was like a hypnotist's pendulum, swinging hypnotizing.
Jo couldn't keep her eyes off of it, and this had not gone unnoticed by Andre. Jo was so mesmerized that she almost reached out and took hold of it before stopping herself at the last moment. But that slight hand movement hadn't gone unnoticed by James now watching intently from the first-floor window.
James had even taken out his digital SLR camera and was taking pictures to immortalize the occasion. Jo shifted her perfect arse sideways on the lounge to make room for Andre to sit and apply lotion to her back. Andre's thigh was now pressed up against Jo's hip and thigh. This in itself was sending chills straight to her leaking pussy.
"Please excuse my cold hands," Andre said before he began.
Andre dribbled lotion from the bottle onto her warm, sweaty flesh. He ran the bottle up and down her back, purposely putting too much oil on to make the excuse to rub some of it onto her bum and legs to use it up.
Andre placed the bottle on the ground and moved his hands to the center of Jo's back, sliding them upwards to her lightly freckled shoulders. Just this small amount of touch was almost enough to bring on an orgasm. Andre was the first man since her marriage to James to touch her in such an intimate manner. She even insisted on female masseuses when at the spa or when on holiday.
Jo buried her face into her hands and bit down on her fingers to stifle her screaming, as waves of pleasure washed over her body like they hadn't done in many months. And it felt damn good.
"Your skin it's soft like velvet," Andre said, sliding his oil hands across her back.
"Thank you, Andre. That's kind of you to say," Jo replied dreamily as she succumbed to Andre's exquisite touch.