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Chapter 22 by chutney chutney

Where to next?

To the pool

"Hey, Billy, while we're in our swimwear, why don't we go and check out the hotel pool? I think I saw a sign to it near the changing rooms," suggested Kirsty.

"Isn't that meant to be a bad idea, swimming just after a meal?" I replied.

"Well, we haven't eaten that much, we've been too busy doing other things," she said, "and besides, I don't think we're actually going to do much swimming, do you?!" Kirsty smiled mischievously and winked at me. Then she took my hand and led me back towards the changing rooms and on towards the swimming pool.

The familiar smell of chlorine reached my nose as we walked down a short carpeted corridor. I recalled that swimming pools only normally smell off chlorine when the chemical has been activated by bodily fluids in the water. The smell grew stronger as we neared the pool.

There was another changing area, this time a unisex one with large cubicles and communal showering areas. Kirsty and I grinned at each other as we walked past a cubicle from which the distinctive sounds of a couple busily fucking met our ears. A sign read "please shower before entering the pool" so we obediently entered the communal showering area and allowed the warm water to flow over us.

"Would you rub my back for me, sweetheart?" asked Kirsty, but she was facing me and made no effort to turn around.

"Sure," I said, reaching around her body, her enormous tits in their tight wet bikini top pressing against my naked chest, and I started to gently rub my wife's back.

"That's nice," she said, smiling up at me. "Now a little lower."

I slid my hands slowly down until they meet her pert, firm bottom checks, barely covered by the tight fabric of her swimsuit, and gently massaged her arse. There was a definite tent forming in my swimming shorts.

"Yes, that's it, darling," cooed Kirsty as I allowed a finger to travel down between her swollen buttocks. "Now, lower." My hand travelled further still until I felt the warm, oily lips of her pussy through her swimsuit and began to gently rub.

"Ooh, yes babe," she murmured and we kissed deeply. Eventually breaking away, Kirsty turned towards the pool entrance and grabbed my hand, looking down amusedly at the throbbing tent in my shorts.

"I think we're ready for the pool now, don't you?"

A sign at the other end of the row of showers pointed towards the pool proper, with a safety notice beneath it:

"Please note the lifeguards are here for safety reasons. Please do not distract them from their jobs... ... too much!"

To the pool!

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