She was royally pissed. Asking Craig to do anything these days was a lesson in aggravation. “Can you take out the trash on your way out?”
She left for work first, came home first–to the unpleasant stench of hot, rancid trash. There in the corner of the kitchen was the trash bag, right where she’d put it when she’d emptied the bin. She hefted out the bag, grumbling under her breath. It was steaming outside, a fucking inferno as she lifted the lid of the garbage can, throwing the fetid bag into it and slamming it shut. Heat shimmers silvered the driveway; sweat immediately beaded her brow.
Inside wasn’t much cooler, as he turned the a/c off when he left for work.
“No point wasting electricity when no one is here,” he’d say. Of course he never forgot to turn that off.
“Fucktard,” she muttered, swiping sweat off her brow.
“And fuck cooking, too. Order pizza or grab some Chinese on your way home, asshole. I’m going in the pool.”
Stabbing out a quick text to him–GET TAKEOUT TOO HOT TO COOK–she stripped right there in the kitchen. Leaving her clothing where it fell, she opened the slider and stepped out into the heat. Moving across the deck to the walkway, her nipples crinkled into tight pearls as sweat beaded across her chest, ran a slow trickle down her spine. She stopped, staring in disbelief.
“The fucking shithead,” she muttered.
Green and murky, the pool was not the crystal oasis she’d envisioned on her drive through horrifying traffic. This, this was akin to a swamp.
She knew she should throw on a wrap, shock-treat the water, but she couldn’t~no…she wouldn’t wait another minute. Fuck it, she was going in. She sliced into the water like a hot knife through butter. Tepid water wrapped around her, caressed her. She rose up to the surface, and twisted to her back. Floating, she kept her eyes closed against the slanting glare of the sun. The warm air caressed her breasts, the water lapped at the vee of her thighs. For the first time all day, tension drained from her, carried away by the green water of the pool. If she had the energy she’d grab her floaty and take a nap.
Something flicked along her ass.
She gasped, flipping and splashing. Probably a frog in the water. But still. Ugh. Treading water, she stared down into the depths of the pool, but couldn’t see beyond her own floating tits.
Something slipped between her legs, wrapping around her calf, and tugged her backwards. She tried to kick, struggling without making a sound, as something…slimy and grey and thick…had risen from the water and jammed into her mouth before she could scream.
And scream she would have, as something equally as thick jabbed into her pussy, while something small and sinuous probed around her bum, seeking entry there. Her hands splashed at the water yet she wasn’t sinking. Small ripples became waves as her body was shaken from the force of the silent fucking going on under the water. Her eyes rolled up in her head as the probing digit found her asshole, and surged inside. Hot quivers began in her belly; things touched her nipples, rubbed at her clitoris.
“ohmygawd I’m cummmmmming” her mind screamed. The fiercest orgasm she had ever experienced left her breathless and gasping for air. The fucking didn’t stop, and her sensitive cunt quivered and clenched around the invader. It felt like it was getting…bigger. Her pussy was stretched–how could she handle it if it got any larger? Her ass throbbed, her tits began to tingle and once more she spilled into an eruptive orgasm. She felt the hot wetness squirt from her, felt the hot fluid sluice against her legs before it dissipated in the murky water.
Time stopped. She didn’t see the sky, didn’t feel the sun, only the constant pummeling of her holes. Her body quivered and shook as orgasms rocked her. For a moment, everything froze. The things in her mouth, her pussy, her ass, all stopped. She felt a giant quiver in the water behind her, one that carried to her, into her.
It moved. Deeper, harder, faster, taking her roughly. She thought she’d die from the pleasure. Gods knew that Craig hadn’t fucked her this hard since their honeymoon. A constant quiver erupted in her body from the harsh treatment, until she felt the pulse deep in her belly. There was a feeling of hot, heavy wetness, and she knew that it was jetting its come deep inside of her. She couldn’t taste it, nor smell it, but she felt it.
Her own orgasm shook her to the core, and she saw stars as she succumbed to the intense quaking release. When she came back to her senses, she was holding onto the ladder, arms entwined around the bars, cool water lapping at her chest. Her tits floated, nipples erect. If not for the steady pulsing of her pussy, she would have thought what had just happened to her had been a heat-dream.
Rising from the pool, water sluicing down her body, she noticed the red rings spiraling around her waist and legs. With a small smile she rubbed her belly, then went into the house to slip on a robe.
He came into the house bearing her favorite Chinese food. He had a feeling she’d be pissed–he’d remembered the trash was by the back door on his way home. Fuck! She was going to kill him. He’d had a fuck of a day, it was hot, he was tired, and he didn’t feel like being nagged by a she-devil who fell asleep before he even got into bed. It’d been months since they’d fucked.
She was in the kitchen, damp hair sliced back. And she was smiling. That made him nervous.
“Sorry about the trash…”
“Oh, don’t worry about it. I got it when I got home.”
“Uh…okay. I got your Chinese food…”
“Great! I’m starving. Hey, why don’t you do what I did when I got home and go take a dip in the pool. It needs shocking at some point but ignore the green water. It’s so… refreshing…that you don’t even notice the color!”
She did look refreshed. Not wilted, like how he felt.
“Okay…I’ll go get my suit on…”
“Prude. I went skinny dipping…”
He doffed his clothing, wagged his penis at her, then trotted across the deck and dove into the pool.
“Have fun sweetheart,” she said in a whisper, smiling. Taking a fork from the drawer, she grabbed the chicken fried rice and headed for the living room. Time for the evening news.