I don't have a 12" dick and I don't have the ability to regain a hard-as-steel erection minutes after I cum. I am just a regular guy. The following is a story about something that happened the other day that I believe would make a worthy addition to Literotica.com.
My wife and I bought our dream house last year. We grew up in Virginia, where we picked up our southern accents and inherited a love of old houses. Our home has all of the character and all of the home repair projects you would expect from a 100-year-old house. It also has a pool, thereby fulfilled another of my wife's desires. One of the many great things about an old house is that the yard is filled with old trees and shrubs. Our whole backyard, including the pool area, is private, screened by large hedges and evergreen trees.
Neither my wife nor I grew up with a pool and we knew nothing about maintaining one, so the first year we owned the house we had a pool service take care of everything. Seeing how little time it took them and what little they did, I decided I could take care of it this year. Things were going pretty well. One of my biggest challenges was keeping the pool clear of leaves and insects. My pool has proved to be an irresistible attraction for ants and other bugs. Daily dozens of them feel the need to drown themselves in my pool.
The other trouble I had with the pool was keeping up the proper level of free chlorine. Free chlorine is what keeps pool water clear and clean. I was following the recommended regiment, 3 inch tablets in the skimmer baskets and a weekly shock with high doses of powdered chlorine, but still I could not keep the free chlorine level where it was supposed to be. After struggling with this problem for a couple of weeks, I finally broke down and asked the kid working in the pool supply store what I was doing wrong. He told me I needed to add a chlorine stabilizer to the pool water. This would prevent the sun from destroying the chlorine.
I added the chemical and the following evening I did my weekly chlorine shock. When I tested the water the next day I was stunned to see an off the scale reading for free chlorine. Never had I gotten the level to the recommended 3 parts per million and now it was reading over 10. I told my wife that I had solved our pool problem, but that we shouldn't use the pool that day. She was okay with that, she just wanted it available for the weekend because her sister was coming to visit. Charlotte, her younger sister, had recently gotten divorce from her workaholic husband and was coming in to commiserate with and to be comforted by her only sibling.
Our pool was stunningly clear and stunningly high in chlorine for the next couple of days. I was afraid to get in the pool for fear that my swimming trunks would be bleached white or that my hair would turn green. My pool store buddy had no suggestion for knocking down the chlorine level. He said the chlorine level would go down as it was called upon to destroy pool contaminants, like leaves or the sweat and body oils of swimmers.
The chlorine level was still a little high on Saturday morning, but I let my wife don hear jogging vest and hop in the pool to get some exercise. Her sister had arrived late the night before and was sleeping in. I busied myself with lawn chores. After about a half-hour of hard work I was covered with sweat. I figured I could do my part to help lower the chlorine level by throwing my sweaty body in the pool. I also felt that due to my labors I had earned a cool dip in the pool and maybe some fun too.
My wife Elizabeth was still in the pool wearing a one-piece bathing suit and her new jogging vest. The vest lets her float in the water while she runs. Because the kids had gone on a school trip and due to the seclude nature of our wooded lot, I felt like we were completely alone. So I decide to surprise my wife by stripping off all my cloths and joining her in the pool.
Elizabeth was caught off guard and shouted, "What do you think you're doing?"
"Can't a husband join his lovely wife for a private swim?"
"Without your swimming trunks?"
"Don't worry none of the neighbors can see," I explained.
She said, "What about my sister?"
"It's early - she's still sleeping off her long car ride," I said, and I hopped naked into the pool.
As I stood on the slope leading to the deep end Elizabeth said, "The pool is so clear I can see your hard on."
"Come closer," I commanded, "it's time for a new exercise."
She glanced up at the second floor guest bedroom window, re-assured by the lack of movement, she floated over to me. I am a breast man and normally I would have gone right for my wife's tits. Her 35 B breasts may droop a little more than when I met her 19 years and three kids ago, but I still love them. She has the most wonderful nipples. They have big, chocolate colored auroras that starkly contrast against her creamy white breasts. Her boobs are perfectly topped off with pouting, puffy nipples. I can suck on them for hours and occasionally I have. But today they were off limits. Effectively encased behind three heavy straps and one inch of air filled urethane. So I went for the next best thing, as we were kissing and tonguing each other, I grabbed her ass. I reverently worked my hands down her round bottom and began rubbing her pussy through the bathing suit.
