Get ready to vacuum the pool

After changing into a bathing suit yourself, you join the family in the back yard and start connecting the vacuum. You have a robot that you can use, but have found it tends to miss things, so you like to do a thorough vacuuming yourself every other week. The kids are already in the pool, splashing around in the shallow end, so you figure you'll start at the opposite side. After Marissa made sure your kids were all set, you see that she is now unrolling her yoga mat and looks like she's about to start. She's also gotten changed, and instead of the dress she was wearing, is now wearing loose-fitting, light-blue sweatpants with a matching headband, and a snug, white tank top that has some difficulty containing her tits. Noticing that you seem to be staring at her, she smiles at you while raising her arms overhead in a stretch and pushes her chest towards you. "You little tease." you say to yourself with a grin, enjoying the sudden interest in sex your wife is showing. "You are so going to get it tonight." you finish in your mind, then shift the bulge in your shorts before getting started on the task at hand.

Normally, you don't mind vacuuming the pool, finding it a largely mindless task that allows you to space out and decompress from the work week, and you usually take a small amount of satisfaction in seeing the finished product. Today, you're finding it more difficult to focus on your work and are finding yourself frequently distracted by Marissa. You're not sure if she's intentionally picking poses that are a little more seductive, if your horniness is just making you think the poses are more seductive, or if it's a combination of those things. Either way, you find yourself doing a shittier job than usual and eventually give up on the futile process, disconnecting the vacuum and hopping into the pool with the kids.

The rest of the day goes by largely like the first half did, the four of you having family time while Marissa continues to tease you off and on as the opportunity presents itself. By the end of the day your cock and swollen balls ache from the lack of release and you can't wait to unleash all your sexual frustration on Marissa's pussy. It's finally time to put the kids to bed, and of course, they pick tonight to take forever to get themselves settled. Eventually you do manage to get them down and make your way to your bedroom, anxious to have your way with your wife.

Opening the door to your room, your mouth drops open as you're still not prepared for the site in front of you, despite the way your wife has been behaving all day. Sitting on the love seat in your room, she's wearing a nightgown that she's pulled up over her hips and is sitting with one foot resting on the coach, legs spread apart, giving you a clear view of her perfectly smooth pussy.

"I was wondering what was taking you so long." she says to you batting her eyelashes at you. "I was worried you might have gone downstairs to watch TV instead."

"Oh my god! I can't believe you actually did it!" you respond, unable to take your eyes off her shaved and lewdly exposed labia.

"Do you like it?" she asks, obviously still a little apprehensive about her promiscuous behavior and nervous as to what your reaction will be.

"Like it? I love it! It looks amazing!" you say, turning to close and lock the door behind you before falling to you knees in front of her and diving between her thighs to show her just how much you mean it. Wasting no time, you run the tip of your tongue along the length of her slit, spreading her swollen lips apart as you go. You've always loved the way Marissa tastes and tonight it's even better than usual. Maybe it's the smell of her strawberry scented body lotion and the lack of pubic hair that will sometimes carry a musty scent, but whatever the reason, after your first taste, you need more. Eagerly lapping at her freshly shaved honey pot, you moan out in pleasure as you suck her juices down. Even before Marissa, you've always been more than willing to go down on a girl, taking pride in your oral skills and how you can make her squirm with your tongue, but you've gone down on Marissa less and less over the years as she usually stops you relatively quickly and suggests the two of you "just have a quickie" so you won't be caught by the kids. It's already apparent that won't be happening tonight, as her hands grab hold of the back of your head and she starts grinding her pelvis into your face, whimpering every time the tip of your tongue flicks across her clit.

Her body begins to writhe in pleasure and after a few minutes of trying to match her movements, you give up and decide to change your approach, sucking her clit into your mouth and slipping the ring and middle fingers of your right hand into her steamy twat. Marissa's back arches up at the sudden, unexpected intrusion and she's unable to stop herself from yelping in surprise as you begin slipping your fingers in and out of her, her natural juices combining with your saliva to thoroughly lubricate her tunnel. Thinking back to this morning, you try to replicate the technique you used and curl your fingers up to tickle her G-spot and start to pick up your pace. Whether or not you've matched your technique, what you're doing now seems to be doing the trick as you feel her body shudder and see her hands claw into the couch cushions. Removing your mouth from her clit, you move your face out of the way so you can better finger-fuck her juicy cunt and begin slamming your hand into her.

Marissa's been hoping you'd finger her again today, as her own fingers didn't provide the same release as yours, and she fully gives in to the feeling, mind focusing only on the pleasure you're giving her. Her eyes are squeezed tight and she can feel the pressure in her abdomen building once again. This time, she wills herself to let go, wanting more than anything to feel herself ejaculate again, not caring or even thinking about the mess it would make on the couch or the floor, only on how good it felt earlier today. Her breath is soon coming in shallow gasps and her body is tingling from her head to her toes. As the pressure continues to build in her abdomen, she feels her pussy walls clenching around your fingers just like they did this morning and she realizes she's close to getting the release she's been yearning for. Just as this realization hits, her inner dam opens up and she screeches out loud, unable to control herself.

Just as you had hoped, Marissa's pussy starts gushing again, her juices coating your wrist and forearm, splashing onto her inner thighs, with the remainder dripping down the crack of her ass, dampening the cushions beneath her. Wet, squelching noises from your fingers plunging in and out of her depths fill the air as you continue your ****, your hand a blur between her legs. She grunts out loud as she spasms and bucks, spurting the womanly fluid from her body. Eventually her convulsions become more spaced, letting you know her orgasm is subsiding and you begin to slow down, allowing her to catch her breath, then pull your dripping wet fingers from her before climbing to your feet to stand above her.