Mature Monogamous Sex That Sizzles: Pool Boy

“Want to be my pool boy today?” I asked him while his back was too me, his hands in the sink. He turned to me, took a hand towel and began to slowly dry off.

“I’m always your pool boy, love,” he said with a smile.

“Not for me. That’s for Sandi. I’m Alexis, Sandi’s twin.”

“Really?” Rob raised an eyebrow. We’d never done anything like this and his half-cocked grin and dancing eyes told me I may have hit a nerve.

Two steps toward him, my arms wrapped around his neck and pulled his ear to my mouth. “Sandi’s boring. Sandi’s gone for the day. I’m a hot bitch sex goddess and I’m here to have my way with you as many ways as I’d like. You up for that?”

He pulled me toward him, his hands sliding inside the pool cover-up. Rob ran his hands up my side, cupped my breasts, then made their way back down over my mostly exposed ass. “I could get up for that,” he said finally, pulling back to enjoy the whole view. “Damn, baby, you’re a knockout.”

“Why yes I am,” I replied, staying in character. “I will be at the pool. Something cool and refreshing would be nice to enjoy out there. Perhaps some lemonade?”

“I’ll see what I can scrounge up, pretty lady.”

“And some black bean hummus, too. We don’t have that. You’ll need to run to the store and pick that up for me.”

“Anything else you can think of while I’m out?”

“How are we on tequila?”

“I’ll check. Anything else mistress?” Mistress? I kind of liked the sound of that.

“Take your phone. I’ll text you if anything else comes to mind. Besides, if I forget, I know you won’t have any problem dashing out again for your mistress.”

To punctuate that last comment, I stepped up to Rob again. The heels made me almost as tall as him and it was easy to wrap my arms around his neck, tangle my fingers in his hair, and plant a big kiss with lots of tongue. “Hurry back, pool boy,” I whispered into his hot, moist lips.

“Won’t be long,” he replied. “Stay warm.”

“I’ll do better than that. I’ll stay hot.”

Rob grabbed his keys and headed out. When I heard his truck back out, I sat down at the kitchen table, and had a giggle fest. This was turning out to be more fun than I had ever imagined. Eventually, I got over the mirth of the situation, gathered some supplies and headed out to the pool deck to enjoy the late morning sun. I stretched out on a chaise lounge and settled in for what was shaping up to be quite an enlightening afternoon.

“Think of anything else?” Rob texted.

“Yes. Blueberries. And whipped cream.”

“Got it.”

The phone was set on the table next to the lounge. I gave him a few minutes, enough time to track down the berries and whipped cream and get back into line. Then another text: “Wine? How are we on wine?”

“I’ll pick up a couple of bottles just in case.”

“OK. Thank you.” That was enough harassment for now.

He was back in thirty, hauled the groceries into the house and by my side in five minutes more, sporting only pool trunks and just the hint of an erection.

No time like the present to move things to the next level. “So, you got all the groceries?”


“Yes what?”

“Yes… mistress?”

“That’s better. We’ll have you trained in no time. How about the wine? The tequila?”

“All present and accounted for.”

I gave him a smile. “Then I guess you want me to…”

Join Sandi and Robert as they embark on the next phase of life: Life in the empty nest–a time of discovery, of self-revelation and fresh starts.

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