Chapter 52 Sex with my husband's driver: a cool pool sex
POV: Rema
The pool was private because my husband was insecure and he didn't want any man except himself to touch me.
I wore my bikini exposing almost half of my busty boobs and the G-string could only cover my pussy, exposing my fat and fleshy ass.
I entered the pool and I heard footsteps. “Who's there?” My husband's driver entered.
“Any news?”
I was expecting him to say my husband would be back soon, or my husband was in the house because my nipples were already hard.
He shook his head politely, “My boss won't be returning this month” he groaned.
I let out a sigh of frustration, if he didn't want me, he could just say so and I'd file for a divorce.
I knew my eyes mistakenly moved to this huge bulge in his trousers and I noticed his huge dick making me swallow hard.
I hadn't noticed my husband's driver was this huge…how did I miss that? Well, I needed to fuck a huge dick by the way.
I stood up and walked out of the water, he gulped hard at my sexy body, I moved closer to him.
“How about you take your boss's duty today?” I hugged him and he groaned.
“I'm sorry ma'am, I wouldn't do that. I can't betray my boss”
I pushed him and he fell inside the water, I took him by surprise as he wasn't expecting that.
“Now, I would call him and tell him you wanted to rape me inside the water.”
“Ma'am?”
I looked at him, expecting to hear his answers, I knew he wouldn't turn me down after I had threatened him though.
“i hope you won't regret this?” He smacked his lips, I almost shivered but I simply smiled and entered the water to join him.
The water was warm from the day’s sun, but it felt like ice against the furnace of Tariq’s skin when he shoved me to the pool wall.
My back met smooth tile, breasts crushed to his chest, thighs already hooked high around his hips.
I had been sex starved for six months and words couldn't express how much I wanted to feel his dick in my pussy.
His mouth found mine, savage and filthy, tongue plunging deep like he wanted to taste the loneliness I had gone through.
I sucked on it, greedy, nails raking down the flexing muscles of his back. The thin fabric of my bikini bottoms was the only thing left between us, and he snarled at the obstacle.
One brutal yank and the ties snapped. The scrap of material floated away like surrender.
“Rema,” he growled against my throat, voice ragged from disuse and want. “Tell me you still burn for me.”
I answered by grinding down on the rigid column of his cock, trapped in his black briefs.
He was huge, the swollen crown nudging my entrance through soaked cotton.
He ripped his briefs down just enough. His cock sprang free, slapping heavy against my belly under the water.
I wrapped my fingers around him, couldn’t close them and stroked his dick under water, feeling him jerk in my grip. The head was flushed dark, dripping with precum that swirled into the pool like cream.
Tariq hissed, hips bucking. “Inside. Now.”
He lifted me higher, pinned my shoulders to the wall, and drove in with one merciless thrust.
The stretch stole my breath. He was enormous, splitting me open, bottoming out so deep I felt him in my throat.
Water surged around us from the force. My walls fluttered wildly, trying to adjust to the invasion, milking him in frantic pulses.
“Fuck,” he groaned, forehead dropping to mine. “Still so tight. Like you’ve been saving every inch of this cunt for me.”
I couldn’t speak. I could only claw at his shoulders and roll my hips, trying to take him deeper.
He gave me a heartbeat to breathe, then started to move, long, punishing strokes that dragged over every sensitive ridge inside me.
Each withdrawal left me empty and aching, he slammed me mercilessly.
The water churned violently, waves slapping the edges of the pool.
His hands gripped my ass, spreading me wider, angling me so the root of his cock ground against my clit on every thrust.
Pleasure coiled vicious and low, winding tighter with every plunge.
“Look at me,” he demanded.
I forced my eyes open. I looked at his face and I just discovered how handsome he was.
I hadn't taken note of him because I was all over my husband all the time.
Water streamed down the ridges of his abs, over the V that disappeared into where we were joined.
The sight of his thick shaft disappearing into my body over and over shredded the last of my control.
“Tariq…” It came out as a broken sob.
He sealed his mouth over mine, swallowing the sound, and fucked me harder.
The tile scraped my back, but I didn’t care. I wanted bruises tomorrow, a proof that this wasn’t another dream.
He spun us suddenly, walking backward until he could sit on the submerged bench in the shallow end.
Water lapped at my waist now, breasts bouncing free above the surface. He leaned back, hands locked on my hips, and watched me like he had wanted to fuck me for a very long time.
“Ride me, Rema. Let me know if you truly like this cock.”
I didn’t hesitate. I rose up until only the fat crown stretched my entrance, then sank down hard, taking every inch in one deep glide.
We both cried out. I did it again, faster and harder using the buoyancy to fuck myself on him with reckless abandon.
My tits jolted wildly; he caught one, sucking the nipple deep. I closed my eyes as I could feel myself on cloud nine.
Water splashed over the edge in rhythmic waves, matching the slap of my ass against his thighs.
His free hand slid between us, thumb finding my clit, rubbing brutal circles. The dual assault shattered me.
I came with a wail that echoed across the empty yard. I tried hard not to yell too much in case someone might be here but I was the only one at home.
But he wasn’t finished.
Before I could recover, he stood up again, his cock still buried inside my throbbing pussy, and carried me to the pool steps.
He sat on the second one, water at our knees, and flipped me to face away from him. My hands gripped the edge for balance as he yanked my hips back.
“Arch that back,” he ordered, voice gravel. “Give me that pretty cunt. I want to make up for all the months you've missed.”