Bob Wallace - Overeager orgy wife

She battled her feelings of decency, steeling herself to the things she had to do to get some attention and affection while Carl gave all he had to others. Maybe tomorrow, she thought darkly and wistfully… maybe things will change tomorrow…

"C'mon back for a while. It's still early." Carl disappeared back into the bathroom. "Gonna take a ride over to the ball field and watch the kids practice."

Barbara frowned. She didn't believe him. She pushed the covers off her body and slipped her flimsy nightgown up over her head, spreading her legs widely. Her naked body was on display. She wanted her husband to fuck her and to make passionate love to her.

Thinking of last night made her shudder. She didn't want to wind up like that, taking on all comers. She needed her husband now more than ever, needed the love they had once shared.

Carl came back into the bedroom wearing his gray sweatsuit. "You better cover up, Babs. I don't want you catching cold."

She tensed with anger, it shook it, her face softening. "We can have a lot of fun this morning, if you come back to bed," she purred in her most seductive voice her ass gently rock. Her hands went to her pussy mound, her fingers beginning to play, "I'll suck your cock like I used to." She flicked her tongue out suggestively and swiped it lewdly over her lips. Her pink tongue lingered at the corner of her mouth.

For a second, Carl hesitated. "Get your beauty sleep, Babs. We'll fuck tonight."

She walked by the full length mirror, stopping, her green eyes critically scanning her full sensuous figure. She swivelled on her toes, carefully checking each inch of her skin for wrinkles, sags, or any visible sign of aging. Her hands slid down her hips, and she splayed her fingers across her belly. Her mood changed as she scrutinized herself in the mirror. Her stomach was taut and firm like her ass, and her voluptuous tits billowed out from her tight rib cage, jutting out proud and full. She looked the same as when she was eighteen even better!

"It's you, Carl! It's You! You! You!" she said suddenly. Tears streamed down, her face. "It's not me at all."

She stepped closer to the mirror to examine her face, making sure. There were no wrinkles, no bags or crow's feet. She stood back naked and proud. She wasn't eighteen, but she wasn't what Carl thought she was: an aging, unattractive, sexless woman. The memory of. Jeff's, Steve's and Fred's appreciative eyes and compliments reaffirmed her feeling.

"You can have your little girls, Carl," she mocked derisively, hefting her tits with her cupped hands. "I'll find men who can appreciate a woman." She stormed out of the bedroom a determined woman.

She stopped short as she reached the sliding glass doors leading to the patio outside and the pool beyond. Her swimsuit was upstairs. She started to go back for it, but stopped, a smile curling her lips.

"Who needs one? It's private enough." She stepped out onto the patio.

The sun was warm and felt good against her face. She walked over to the edge of the pool and looked in, bending slightly. She saw her reflection and smiled. With her heart beating wildly, she glanced quickly around.

In one swift fluid motion, she had her robe off and was in the water, hugging the side, not yet ready to venture out into the middle of the pool naked.

"Mmmmmm," she hummed, the swishing water enveloping her.

She became bolder, taking her hands off the lip of the pool and drifting out toward the center. She let herself sink to the bottom. Then, using her legs, she shoved off against the tiled floor and came shooting up into the air, her tits wet and bouncing, glistening in the sunlight.

She splashed around, giggling, her eyes darting, checking to see if anyone could see her from their windows. It was possible, and that made it even more thrilling.

She dove head first to the bottom, flashing her ass to the air, coming up on the other side feeling young again and better than she had felt in months, especially since she began to let Carl's remarks eat away at her.

Her thoughts took a dramatic turn to Jeff the turning point in her life. Those few hours they had shared in the motel room had helped her ego immensely. Both drummers, Steve and Fred, had helped too. And fucking last night in the gardens of the country club had been exciting and daring, but not something she would want to repeat.

She closed her eyes to the sun and drifted out into the center of the pool, her tits bobbing in the sparkling clean water like floating buoys. If only it had been Carl instead of Fred and Steve last night. Then, it would have been perfect. It wasn't, and it made her unhappy, posing a question in her mind: why did other men see her as beautiful and desirable while Carl only saw her as growing bid? It angered her and made her open her eyes.

"FRANK!" she sputtered, wildly floundering in the water at the sight of her neighbor standing there looking and grinning at her. She was treading water, seeking the safety of the side of the pool. "What… I didn't hear you come into the yard. How long have you been standing there?"

"A few minutes," he laughed, enjoying her response. "You looked so relaxed, I didn't want to disturb you."

"I'll bet," she said. She was shaken, feeling like a kid caught misbehaving. "I hope you got an eyeful."

"Enough for both eyes." He knelt down by the edge of the pool. "You're gorgeous. Even more gorgeous than I imagined."

"What about Shirley?" Barbara asked. "I don't think she'd understand you being here while I'm naked."

"Forget about Shirley and come out of the pool. We'll go inside and I'll make us a batch of martinis, then we'll make love all day."

"You're forgetting Carl."

"I'm not forgetting Carl. I saw him leaving a while ago." He winked. "C'mon, sexy, it's just you and me now. Shirley went to her sister's for the day, and my kid is at the field playing ball."

He didn't mention where he thought Carl was there was no sense in rubbing salt in the wound, as he had done last night.

He offered Barbara his hand. "C'mon."

"What makes you think I'll go to bed with you, Frank?"

He grinned. "I don't know. Come out of the pool and give me a chance."

"No," she teased. She pushed out from the wall with her feet, floating into the center of the pool on her back.

Frank watched her gorgeous body rippling beneath the clear water, his eyes on her tits floating on the surface. She came off her back and was on her feet in giggling mischievously, pushing her tits below the surface. "I'll never drown with these."

Frank's leer was hungry, his eyes devouring her fantastic body weaving in the water. He was going crazy. "C'mon, Babs, don't torment me. You know I want you. I have for a long time."

She gave him an impish smile. She felt playful. "I don't want to come out of the pool Frank." She let her tits bob on the rippling surface, noticing and enjoying the ravenous lust in her neighbor's eyes.

"I'll come in and get you," he warned, his voice tight.

Her eyes glimmered devilishly. "I don't think so." She floated on her back again, flaunting her big tits. "You're not going to jump in with your clothes on." She rolled and swam a little. She gave him her ass to look at as she dove to the bottom. She came up, whipping her thick red hair away from he face. "Did you like that?"

"Fantastic," he groaned. He roughly pulled his shirt buttons and tugged his belt open. He grinned, seeing the surprised expression on her face as he took off his clothes and became as naked as she was. "Didn't think I'd do it, huh?"

She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

"I'm coming in to get you."

Barbara was startled, watching him poise himself at the edge of the pool and cut the water with a clean dive. She stared in stunned surprise, seeing him shoot through the clear blue water, his body, like a torpedo, aimed straight for her.