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- Herausgeber: PEAR Stories
- Kategorie: Erotik
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015
Amy is a bored, lonely housewife, who's also frustrated with her husband's lack of attention. When he forgets their anniversary again, she's absolutely livid. Her husband promises her a nice dinner after he gets home from work and sneaks out as best as he can.
Amy tries to calm herself by having a bit of a lazy day and decides to have the pool cleaned. Her regular pool boy doesn't show up, and instead she's surprised to see a muscular beast of a man taking his place. As he idly cleans the pool, Amy starts to have a couple of naughty thoughts.
The past few months have been rather actionless in bed, and a younger, more stronger man would be something that could lighten her mood. She changes into the skimpiest bikini she has and asks if he can help spread some suntan lotion on her. But does she get more than just lotion splash on her?
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Poolside Seduction
By Jenna Powers
© 2015 Jenna Powers
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
All characters in this story are above the age of 18.
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Poolside Seduction
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Amy quietly watched as her husband scarfed down his breakfast. He was like a wild animal, scooping up big chunks of his pancakes, with his sausages sandwiched between them and maple syrup slowly dripping off each bite. She sighed and leaned back on her chair as she wondered how she let him get away with his weight.
Her frustrations spread to the bedroom as he rarely, if ever, performed like he used to. His busy schedule also didn't help matters any. He worked long hours every day to try and please his boss, who had promised him a promotion the year prior.
"Chris," Amy said.
He continued mowing down his food, not even glancing up at her. She shook her head, cleared her throat and knocked on the table.
"Chris!" She repeated, her voice rising.
Her husband paused and looked at her, crumbs all over his lips. He put his fork down and looked over at her.
"What?" He asked, his mouth still full.
"Are you planning on coming home late?" She asked.
"Uh... yeah, I think so. John wants me to see the specs by the end of the week. The hydraulics on the..."
His voice trailed off as Amy stopped paying attention. Another sigh escaped her lips as she looked out at the porch. There anniversary was today and he seemed absolutely oblivious, as usual.
"...and that means we just have one month to go."
Amy looked him in the eyes and watched as he furrowed his brows. He looked confused, and somewhat scared as she glared at him.
"Did you forget again?" She asked.
"Uh..." Chris replied as he scratched the back of his head.
"You did, didn't you?"
"Was I supposed to come home early today?"
"It's not just coming home early today Chris, what day is today?"
"Um... Tuesday?"
Amy sighed and shook her head, trying to hold back her anger. It was the third year in a row that he had forgotten their anniversary. The first time, she let go, the second she had him make up at a later time, but the third... it was too much for her to hold in.
"Chris! It's our anniversary!" She yelled.
He swallowed his mouthful of doo and stared silently. She could see the gears in his head turning as she tried to check if she was right. Once the realization hit, his mouth began to move, but no words escaped his lips.
"Yes?" Amy inquired as she watched him struggle.
"Oh... oh jeez, I'm sorry. Wow... this project, it's been killing me," Chris started.
Amy looked at the clock and crossed her legs. She had heard his whole spiel before. How he was too busy, or the jet lag from traveling had messed up his sense of time. It was beginning to get old.
"Why don't we have a late dinner? At a nice place?" Chris suggested.
"Oh, did you make reservations?" Amy asked sarcastically.
"I'm sure I can make them on the way to work," Chris replied.
"Good luck with that," Amy said as her eyes rolled.
"How about I bring back some of your favorite food at that Chinese place you like and then on the weekend, I can take you somewhere nice," Chris suggested.
"Look, just forget about it," Amy responded.
"What? No, come on, let me do something," he said.
"It's getting late Chris, you need to start going or you're going to be late," Amy replied coolly.
"I promise, I can make this up to you," Chris said as he scooped another bite of his breakfast and stood up.
Amy waved him away as she stood up and took his plates. He rushed out, grabbing his jacket and nearly running into the door as he tried to open it. Amy tossed the dirty dishes into the sink and walked out to the porch.
She turned on the TV for background noise and walked over to her coffee machine. As she poured coffee into a nearby mug, she heard the weatherman talk about how hot the day was going to be. Amy took a sip of her coffee and looked out again and stared at the pool.
It seemed that Chris had also forgotten to call the pool cleaning service as she stared at the pool. She shook her head and picked up the phone. While Tuesday's weren't their regular cleaning day, she wanted someone to clean it up for the warm weather.
"Hello? Hey, would it be possible to get someone over to clean my pool today? It is? Great. Do you need my address? Oh, you don't? Oh, really? It recognized it just like that? Wow, okay, today at 2 in the afternoon. Sounds good. Thank you."
She put away her phone and continued watching the news. There were quite a few chores to do and the afternoon appointment would give her time to clean the house beforehand. She decided to push back her chores and began switching channels while enjoying her coffee.
***
Amy finished folding up the last shirt from the final batch of laundry and looked up at the clock. It was about ten minutes before the pool boy was supposed to show up. She stood up and stretched just as the doorbell rang.
Amy opened the front door and paused as she saw a tall, muscular black man standing before her. He wore a pair of shorts, where his waistband was closer to his knees than his waist, sh [...]
