Betty seemed to be very relaxed sitting in my lap, with no desire for me to pull my dick from her pussy. I have to admit I was very pleased to still be hard, and buried deep within her. Eyeing an inner tube lying at poolside, I had an idea. With two hands full of Betty's firm little ass, I lifted her as I stood up in the water. Betty's clung to me, not wanting to lose her place, as I waded to the tube, and pulled it over us.
Now we had a little more support, with the float under our arms, and I was treated to the wonderful sight of Betty's breasts floating between us. So round, even for her years, and with very erect nipples. Betty responded to my admiring her boobs by giving my shaft a squeeze with her pussy. It is fascinating to look down, and see Betty's legs wrapped around my waist, her pussy pressed to me, my penis nowhere in sight, but knowing I was buried deep inside her.
We had not spoken for several minutes, I guess the realization of what had happened was just sinking in. This woman was nearly old enough to be my mother. And married on top of that. The consequences of our actions could be horrible, if we were to be found out. At least this is what was in my mind.
Betty's head was back against the tube, peeking through her eyelids at me, giving me pause to wonder what she was thinking. She had not made a sound since crying out in pleasure.
Her pussy began to pulsate, giving away her thoughts, as she began to squeeze my prick into renewed hardness. Soon to follow, Betty began to work her waist up and down, pulling my shaft with her body.
Slowly, surely, Betty brought the passion back into the both of us. The desire to pound her pussy gave me the strength to carry her to the pool steps, and up and out of the pool. With Betty clinging to me, I carried her to a chaise lounge on the patio, and gently laid the two of us down on the soft pad. Now with my feet on solid ground, I began to thrust as hard as I could against Betty's hungry pussy. Our pubic bones were colliding in the urgency of our sex. After our quick fuck in the pool, I now was in more control of myself, and I fucked Betty with determination.
My efforts were having the intended results, with Betty crying out from her repeated orgasms. Her love juices were flowing out in copious quantities, with each orgasm, often squirting against me when I pulled back for another thrust. Changing my pace from slow, deep, penetrations, to hard, fast, pounding thrusts, and back, seemed to be just the technique Betty's body wanted. Holding my weight above her, I watched as my efforts brought a range of expressions to her face. Grimacing in pleasure, each orgasm clearly expressed upon her face.
