This is my first story, so be gentle. Several other stories are in the works, and Deb and I write many of them together. Some of our stories (like this one) are based on our actual experiences. Others will be pure fiction.
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I'm Debbie. My husband Neil and I are now grandparents, and have been happily married for over 30 years. We've been basically monogamous, which I'll explain future stories, and we're both business professional who raised our family in America's suburbia.
Most people would describe our sex life as boring -- but for as long as we've been together we've had a tendency to do something crazy and out of character every so often. Our occasional escapades are almost always spontaneous usually happen after a few drinks, and although we're a straight-laced couple who brought our kids up in a socially conservative home, we've collected dozens of exciting and very sexy experiences over the years.
The first was when we were in our early thirties. Our firstborn was a year old, and Neil had to attend a business conference in Africa. No way was he going on that adventure alone. I cashed in almost all of my carefully saved frequent flyer miles, we arranged for my parents to babysit, and we flew to Sun City in southern Africa.
The conference lasted for two days, but we extended our stay by two more days.
Think of Sun City as a sort of Las Vegas in Africa. It's a collection of four luxury hotels built in the crater of a long extinct volcano, and backs onto huge game reserve. There are two golf courses on site, a small lake for water sports, a wave pool, tennis courts, a walk-through bird aviary, and more outdoor attractions that I can remember. Indoors there are three huge theaters, upscale shopping, and of course, three large casinos. Google it. It's a fascinating place.
While Neil sat through two days of discussions and browsed the exhibitors' booths and 'networked', I sunned myself on one of the pool decks and sipped daiquiris and relaxed with a few good books. Our evenings together were spent at the theaters or window shopping the impressive and very expensive stores.
The day after the conference we took a day-night safari through the huge two hundred square mile game reserve. That safari remains one of the most wonderful experiences in my life. From an open sided Landrover and under the guidance of an experienced game spotter we saw Africa's predators, herds of wildebeest, hippos wallowing in the water, several increasingly endangered rhinos, and abundant bird life. Impala were everywhere, giraffes nibbled briefly at tall trees before moving on, and there were multiple sightings of zebra, water buck, and chacma baboons.
After sunset we saw hyenas on the prowl, and were treated to a very rare sighting of a leopard resting alone in a tree.
We arrived back at the hotel shortly before midnight feeling high on life. After a quick shower we hit the casino for a while and had three or four drinks. My usual limit is two drinks, and when the buzz set in I took Neil by the hand and led him out of the casino and into the quiet African night. We wandered down the resort's winding paths and past gently lit shrubberies and walkways. Soon we came to a huge swimming pool with islands little rivers connecting different sections, decorative bridges, gentle fountains, and a swim up bar. At two in the morning there wasn't a soul in sight and the windows of the nearest hotel were obscured behind bushes.
Neil and I are compatible - when we've had a few drinks, we both get really turned on. There were muted lights everywhere, the place was deserted, and we strolled with arms around each like a pair of love struck school kids. We came to an alcove surrounded by shrubs and well out of sight of the hotel. Neil looked at me and I knew what he was thinking. I nodded and smiled, and without a word, we stripped, set our folded clothes under a bench, stepped through the shrubs and slid into the pool for a skinny dip.
The memory of the safari, the drinks and the romantic mood had made us more reckless than usual. We were soon frolicking naked in the water, trying and probably failing to keep quiet, and loving life -- and each other.
The night was warm, the water wasn't cold and we had no plans for the next morning, so and there was no reason to get out too soon. We lolled around for a while, and ended up in each other's arms under an overhanging palm tree.
We were completely nude, and at the first touch, Neil's cock went as hard as a rock, and my stomach and my pussy melted. I relaxed in the warm water and relished the hard shaft pressing on my belly and Neil's hot breath on my wet back ... and it was no surprise when he sank into the water a little. I spread my legs and felt the tip of his cock moving between my thighs and working its way up top my shaved pussy lips. Neil started shoving. I was really wet inside, yet the pool water made entry awkward. We fumbled for a few minutes --I reached down and pulled my labia apart and Neil edged in fractionally further with each push.
Then he was in--and it felt weird.
The pressure of the water felt like nothing I had experienced. I don't think it would have worked if the water was cold, but as it was, we pumped gently against that strange resistance for the longest time. It was a totally new sensation. Our movements were slow and the pressure against my insides was intense and erotic and I loved it. But we couldn't forget where we were, and our heads spun around at every sound to ensure that we were safe from discovery.
Neil's back was against the pool wall. With my legs apart my feet couldn't reach the floor, but he held me buoyant and lifted me with every up stroke, then let gravity slide me down his shaft until I felt his balls against my ass, then he'd lift me gently in the water again for the next stroke.
