My wife is a prudealways has been always will be. And over the past

My wife is a prude—always has been, always will be. And over the past 40 years we have had only a few sexual encounters (at least together) that are even memorable. One that happened a long time ago, before children, I will never forget. We used to play tennis often, and Sunday mornings were the best time to do that because the indoor courts were less busy and we could reserve a time when they opened, at 7:00 a.m. Usually, very few others were ever there, and after playing tennis for an hour, we would take a shower, change into our bathing suits, and enter the whirlpool together. One morning after tennis, while relaxing in the warm swirling water, we began to kiss. A few minutes later, I reached over and began stroking her pussy through her suit. That she didn’t jump up and tell me that I was a dirty old man (which I always am), still amazes me: she just moaned slightly and leaned further back. Because of the time, no one else was in the pool, though I wondered if she would have allowed me to do this with someone there anyway. I’m sure her prudish memory has totally blocked this from her brain, like the time we pulled into a church parking lot late one evening and I got her off there (she doesn’t “recall” that either). But she melted into the moment that morning and when my fingers slid under her suit and pulled her bottoms down a bit, I traced along her slippery pussy lips. She let herself drift off into pleasure. When she came, she came hard, jerking against my hand and stirring the water even more than the whirlpool did, moaning loudly into my mouth and biting my tongue. After she recovered, she pulled my throbbing dick from my trunks and began stroking. I didn’t last long at that point, and I had just finished when another couple opened the door to the pool area and climbed in across from us. My wife turned red with embarrassment even though the other couple could see nothing. Scooting my trunks back up as unobtrusively as possible, we left the room for another shower. I wondered if the other couple noticed what we had been up to, and whether, now that we had left, they would consider “playing” like we had in the water. I wondered if they would have enjoyed playing with us—but Ms. Prude would never consider something like that. Maybe I’ll relay one or two of the others we have had—but in 40 years there just aren’t too many. At least not with her…
True story.

By: krb
on 26-09-2012
Category: Public sex
Yes Votes: 2 | No Votes: 0

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