A real blow job (to inflate the kiddie pool, obv)

"You guys are too cute!" my daughter squealed as Charissa and I walked back into the living room.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," I said. "So what's the last surprise?"

My son reached into the large plastic bag and pulled out a giant wad of folded, stiff plastic. "We got a pool!" he shouted.

I laughed. "Seriously?" I said. "Like, for the front yard?"

"Uh huh!" my daughter said. "And you need to blow it up now!"

"You heard her," Charissa said with a smile. "How about I take them on another walk around the block while you set up?"

I mocked a huge sigh. "Fine," I said. "I'll figure this out."

With the kids and Charissa gone for a few minutes, I fetched an old bicycle pump from the basement (snatching a quick sniff of the babysitter's laundry on the way) and proceeded to inflate the pool in the front yard. It took forever, and I was huffing and puffing by the time they returned. It was obvious that the pool wasn't very big, but they were also determined to "go swimming."

"Want some help?" Charissa asked.

"Oh my God yes, please!" I said, straightening up and putting my hands behind my back. Charissa leaned over to lift the pump handle up and down, and I realized all of a sudden that I'd set myself up for quite a show. Her large tits swayed back and forth as she pumped, wobbling and jiggling the soft, pale flesh before my eyes.

Her thighs tensed with each thrust of the pump, and her hair fell down in front of her eyes. I could see the muscles in her shoulders and upper arms, reminding me that she was an athlete, and the rough breathing reminded me of the nightly thwapping I'd overheard so many times.

I didn't want to pop a boner right in her face, so I walked toward the street, trying to work out the crick in my back. Charissa's beautiful ass was hidden behind her short shorts, but just watching her thrust up and down brought too many naughty thoughts to mind. I distracted myself by playing tag with the kids, though this only served to make me hotter and sweatier.

"Done!" Charissa said. Stacy, Pete, and I walked over to her and admired the pool. It was stiff (I, thankfully, had calmed down) and ready for water. For her part, Charissa was also glistening with sweat, and her face was pink with exertion as her chest heaved with each breath.

"Time to go swimming!" Stay announced. "Daddy, go get your swimsuit on!" My instinct was to protest, but honestly, splashing in some cold water actually sounded blissful.

"OK, sure," I said. "Will you guys fill the pool?"

"Yay!" Stacy shouted, and Pete ran to unravel the hose. I stepped inside, went up to my room, and stripped off my sweaty shirt. I pulled down my shorts and boxers and started fishing around my dresser for a swim suit. Before donning it, though, I wondered if I should rub one out before getting in the pool. With nothing but a swimsuit between the world and any potential erection I might sport, I thought it was the prudent choice. But then I heard "Come on, Dad!" from the front yard, and I glanced out the window at just the right moment to see Charissa slide her shorts down her legs and reveal her bikini-clad ass.

I knew the hornier I was, the more I was going to enjoy this. So I threw on my own trunks and headed down the steps.

"I'm coming!" I called.