Incest/Taboo MILF #5: An Afternoon Dip

My life was becoming more complex by the day - complicated, yes, but thrillingly full. Full of ambition, confidence, and achievement. Full of control, passion, desire - and yes, full of sex. I'll admit it: I was reveling in every second of it.

Amid the whirlwind, the house renovation pressed on. I took on a lot of the work myself, rolling up my sleeves and diving in. Meanwhile, Don and Joe, my builders, were busy tearing apart the bathroom before piecing it back together to my designs. I kept an eye on their progress, though thankfully, they didn't demand too much of my attention... yet.

Then there was Nathan. My Amazon delivery driver. My hunky, handsome, Adonis of a boyfriend, with his muscular body and huge cock. I wanted more of Nathan. Oh god, did I want more of Nathan. My pussy ached for him. My pussy ached from him. And the summer was not going to last forever, so plans had to be made to take full advantage of him before he went back to college.

Daniel, my beautiful, beautiful son and his new girlfriend, Lisa, were very much an item, she was the one getting to enjoy his long cock now, which meant my time with him had declined a little, which was fine for now. I knew he wasn't going to disappear; his cock would always be there for me to gag on; I just had to stay vigilant and be ready for it.

Lastly, the sexy Maria just had to fit into my life too. The job of transforming Maria's adult store, 'Romancing The Stone', was moving at pace, but Maria was more than just a project. She had captivated me. She was joyful, irresistible. She had unlocked a part of me I never knew existed - a part that truly felt, was deeply and fully engaged, and pulsed with excitement for life. I wanted her in my world, no matter how complicated that made things.

With my husband Phil away for work, keeping it all under wraps wasn't hard. But if I truly wanted The Stone to become part of this new life I was building - this life away from the city - I'd have to face reality. Sooner or later, I'd need to tell Phil. I'd need to make him see, somehow, that this wasn't just about the store; it was about the new me. And convincing him to accept it wouldn't be easy.

Oh, my! I have overlooked Phil. I need Phil in my life too. He is my rock. We have been together forever and I don't want to imagine life without him.

All these strands I keep tucked away from each other. Secrets of transformation, of self-discovery. Secrets of a new me. Secrets and lies. Getting messier and messier. A tug on one strand could unravel another and another. But, with the secrets, a vibrancy within me that I'd never dreamed was possible for myself.

And I like this version of me: a woman empowered, taking charge, owning her desires, and discovering what truly makes her tick. This summer wasn't just a season; I'd come to realize that it was a turning point. And I was determined to make it count. But I know I have to tread carefully. I have to find balance and make sure no one gets hurt - especially Phil.
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"Mom, you should see the analytics already," Daniel told me over a late breakfast on Wednesday, his eyes, usually distracted and disengaged this early in the morning, gleaming with excitement. "After a single night of being live, even with just a few teaser photos and basic SEO, people are clicking. Once we get the real photos up, The Stone is going to take off."

Daniel had arrived around thirty minutes earlier with Lisa. It was the first time he had stayed the night there, and I was a little jealous, but I was making sure I wasn't showing it. She is sitting next to him, drinking a coffee.

The day before, Daniel and I had visited Maria at The Stone. We had shortened the name to 'The Stone' on the drive over; much easier to say. Always the overachiever, he had thrown together a simple but sleek e-commerce site in record time, with actual products from Maria's inventory. It wasn't perfect yet, but it was functional, and it gave Maria a platform far beyond the quiet streets of our small town. A platform that was anonymous, away from people who might see them walking into an adult store, away from wives or husbands who might see them and ask awkward questions.

"Wonderful, darling. I hope he didn't bore you with it all night, Lisa."

"Not at all, Maggie." She beams. "I'm so excited. I can't wait to start my modeling career." She flicks her hair around laughing. She looks stunning. A beach-style vest top, that hangs delicately across her small breasts, no bra. Short denim shorts that show her ass cheeks as she is sitting at the counter. A smidge of makeup emphasizing her gorgeous lips, and free-flowing hair cascading down to her shoulders. She oozes that youthful, carefree confidence. Today we start taking photos for the ecommerce site. She will be perfect.

My mind wanders. Her athletic physique is not showing any signs of being worn out by Daniels's long, hard cock last night. My mind wanders to Daniel pumping me hard, making me scream. His huge snake making me cum over and over.

Lisa says something.

"Mom? You there?" Daniel waves at me.

I snap back. I've no idea what Lisa just said. "Excellent. It should be fun today." I turn back to Daniel. "I have to give instructions to the boys upstairs. Are you ready to leave when I come back down?"

"Sure. I've just got to grab my camera gear and I'm set."
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Yesterday had been the first time Daniel had been to the store and also the first time he and Maria had met. I was a little apprehensive if I'm honest. My relationship with Maria is... how can I describe it? um...complex? um...confusing? um...elaborate? Definitely secret! My relationship with my son is...um....yeah... let's just say very complex and very, very secret. But their meeting actually went better than I could have expected.

He was amazed with the store, I would say like a kid in a candystore, but that somehow seems wrong when talking about his reaction to an adult store full of vibrators, butt-plugs, fetish-wear, sexy-lingerie and edible goodies. Maria had been overwhelmed by his enthusiasm, working all day with him on the look and feel of the site and getting a sample of items that might sell without images or where images were available from the manufacturer.

In fact, I felt so comfortable with the pair of them, that:

"Are you two okay if I leave you to it? It's just that I have a large package being delivered that I need to be home to receive."

Daniel knew exactly what that meant. Nathan!

"That's fine with me, we don't need you for this stuff," Maria says tapping the computer screen. "Will I see you tomorrow, though?" She gives me a wonderful smile.

"Absolutely, it's photo shoot day tomorrow. I'll definitely be back tomorrow," I return the smile. "Daniel, are you ok with me going?"

"Yeah, you head home for your large package." He's standing beyond Maria, so only I see the dirty grin on his face. "Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, Lisa's picking me up later, so I won't be home tonight."

He's spotted an opportunity there and taken it, no problem.

"Ok, darling. Well have fun you two, don't work too hard." I walk over and give both of them a kiss on the cheek before leaving The Stone. I breathe in Maria's scent; I've got an idea for tomorrow that I know she will be happy about.

As I get home, I can hear music and whistling upstairs. Don and his apprentice, Joe, have been working on our master bathroom since Monday. Don's a seasoned pro, a gruff but seemingly kind man who knows his way around a sledgehammer. Joe, on the other hand, is young and eager, fit and athletic, always trying to impress but prone to dropping things - a fact I learned yesterday when he shattered a bunch of tiles while they removed the old tub. He was very apologetic, very sweet.

I had known very few people in the neighborhood, so I had to go with online reviews, but so far the pair were doing a great job. I've got them salvaging what they can to take to The Stone. Some of the fixtures - like the vintage mirror and the antique brass towel rack, for example, won't go with the more modern design I want, so why not recycle them. When they start on other rooms, I'll get them to do the same. The Stone is tidy but outdated, with dark carpets, fluorescent lighting and clunky metal racks that work for some items, but make many of the clothes look less appealing than they are. The space was an old discount clothing store and is huge, as is the potential, but it is begging for a touch of class.

I go upstairs and offer Don and Joe a final coffee of the day, which they both kindly refuse.

"I'm sorting a few things out in the garden, and then I'm grabbing a shower, so if I'm not around, just let yourselves out and I'll see you in the morning."

"No problem, Maggie. We should have this completely stripped down by the end of today, and we'll start re-wiring and tiling tomorrow."

"Sounds great, Don, I can't wait to see it take shape."

I leave them, and start my preparations.

It's ten minutes past four. Don and Joe are gone. I've rushed around to get everything ready, but now I sit by the window upstairs, my fingers tracing idle patterns on the sill as I watch the street below. I watch the passing vehicles, one by one, but not the one I'm waiting for. Nathan's van.

My heart flutters like it doesn't know I'm too old for this. Forty-three, for heaven's sake, not some lovesick teenager. And yet here I am, stomach twisting, cheeks warming at the thought of seeing him. It's ridiculous, really.

I lean forward, my breath fogging the glass as I scan the street again. Any second now. My mind races, flipping between anticipation and lust. I know what I have planned. A nervous laugh escapes me. It's like waiting for my prom date all over again - except this time, I'm not some silly schoolgirl waiting to be taken to an embarrassing dance; I'm a MILF waiting for her strong lover to come and take her to new heights. I'm not the nervous little girl anymore who knew nothing about men; I'm the woman who knows what she wants and how to get it.

And then it appears. The shadow-gray van with the familiar blue swoosh glides to a stop in front of the house. He jumps out. My breath catches, my pulse quickens, and for a moment, the world narrows to just him: Nathan.

His movements are brisk and sure, and I can't look away. He strides toward the path with an easy confidence, the sunlight catching his golden locks, catching the sharp line of his jaw, catching the powerful shoulders beneath his uniform. His neck, strong and tan, flexes as he adjusts the package in his arms. Those arms - solid, bulging - cradle the parcel as if it's more important than it has any right to be. Those arms - muscular, tender - that have lifted me off my feet, that have held me against his body.

I follow him with my eyes, taking in every step, every subtle shift of muscle, every second of his approach. He's close now, so close I can almost hear the crunch of his boots on the gravel. I don't want to miss a second. Only as he reaches the door do I rise, and head downstairs. I reach the door where we first kissed, my legs are trembling with an excitement I can't quite control, Ridiculous, Maggie. Ridiculous.

I swing the door open and my heart completely melts. The smile does it every time.

"Hi, Nathan. How are you today?"

"Pretty good, thanks, Maggie."

"Many drops left today?" I ask.

"This is my final drop today. Maggie. Can I bring this one in for you, it's quite heavy."

"Ah, great thanks. That would be fantastic."

The package is actually very light, I know what is in it, but I open the door and step to one side so he can come inside.

I'm conscious that this is not the first time that Nathan's van has been parked outside the house, and it may stay there for a while, so I'm wearing overalls and a big check overshirt in case any neighbors are watching the front of the house. Daniel being the same age as Nathan is good cover, but small towns and gossip go hand in hand. A quick scan of the neighboring houses, but I don't see anyone looking at us.

I close the door and lean against it. Nathan turns round to face me, still holding the parcel.

"Where can I put it?" he asks.

I look down at his crotch. "Where can you put it? I wonder."

I smile and lock eyes with him. I slowly start to unbutton my shirt and he starts to walk toward me, but I put my hand up to stop him.

"Uh. Uh. Urh. Not so fast. All good things come to those who wait."

I start at the bottom of my shirt and move up. Taking my time to tease each button through its hole, revealing, at first, the overalls underneath, little by little until it reaches the top buttons where my cleavage and neck become exposed. I shake the shirt from my arms and it falls to the ground, revealing my bare arms and shoulders, and my large breasts spilling out the sides of the denim bib. There's a fine red strap around my neck tied with a bow behind my head, but what it leads to is covered by the front of the overalls. I unhook the two metal clasps on the front of the bib, the straps fall down my back, I hold the bib in place with my hands, prolonging the anticipation of what's underneath. I smile as I drop the bib from my body. The overalls fall over my hips to the ground; The metal clasps hit the tiles with a clang.

Nathan's chin almost hits the floor with them. I'm standing before him in the smallest red bikini you have ever seen. The tiny triangles of scarlet material barely cover my nipples. The wait upstairs has been an anticipation that is clearly evident in the firmness of my buds, unable to be restrained by the thin red bikini. Hard and erect, they point forward through the fabric. The straps around my neck pull it tight to my chest. My bare breasts swell both sides, round and full. The minuscule thong is pulled tight with high-waisted ties, large, dangly bows on my legs. My pussy makes the material twist and bulge, each fold, each lip clearly visible.

I move my hand across my thigh, pausing at the ties, before tracing the curves up my side, across my cleavage and up my neck, flicking my blonde hair over my shoulder. I've got a new appreciation of my body since Nathan, Daniel and Maria have shown me so much attention. I am sexy. I now realize that. I'm a MILF. It doesn't stop my heart from giving me palpitations, but Nathan does not notice, he has his own to deal with.

"I was thinking of jumping in the hot tub. Would you like to join me?"

"Er...Umm...of course, I would love to. But I er don't have anything to wear." His eyes are popping out of his head as my hands glide back down my body.

"That's a shame. Maybe another time." I make a show of turning around and bending down to pick up my shirt from the floor. My thong is already firmly within my ass cheeks. My legs stretch and lock; my ass is pulled firm as I reach down to the floor. My pussy lips slipping from the sides of the thong as it pulls upwards.

"Oh, wait." I turn my head to look at him as I am bending over. His eyes are glued to my ass. From the look on his face, I'm surprised Nathan doesn't collapse at the sight presented before him. "Maybe you can open the parcel," I smile.

He looks at the parcel as if he had forgotten it was still there. He looks at me again, as I start to straighten up. I nod at the parcel.

"Yes, that one."

"Er...Okay, sure."

His big hands struggle to pull the paper tape apart from the edges of the box. I stay back, keeping a few steps away, watching him with a knowing smile. Inside the parcel is a box, and, wrapped in tissue paper, is a delicate, purple lace, sheer pair of boxers. The moment he pulls them out, his face shifts from confusion to a mix of amusement and something else - something unmistakable.

"Well?" I say, folding my arms, pushing my breasts up, as I lean against the doorframe. "Do you like them? I picked them out just for you." My voice is light, teasing, but I can see by the way his hands linger on the delicate purple lace that he is excited.

A floral design catches the light as he holds them up, he is already imagining what it would feel like to wear them. His eyes flick to me, and he is brought back to the sexy creature propositioning him.

"Go on," I say, grinning now, my voice softer, more inviting. "Try them on. Let me see how good my taste in men's underwear really is."

But I don't watch. I walk past him, allowing my hand to drag across his chest. Looking him in the eye, but not stopping. I feel his eyes on my back as I strut across the hallway and into the kitchen. My bare ass sways as I cross the open-plan family area, and out of the large tri-fold doors that lead out to the garden beyond. As I reach the standalone tub, I press the ON button and climb the steps. I walk along the seat that runs around the tub, my feet splashing through the water, and I perch on the edge, my legs dangling into the warm water as it starts to gurgle and bubble. I have a clear view of the back of the house and the hot tub steps before me.

It's minutes before Nathan appears. But it's worth the wait. Out of his uniform, his chest is explosive. His shoulders broad and powerful. My eyes drop down, admiring all of him, all the way down, to what I wanted to see. The way the lace hugs his body is a balance between the masculine power of his physique and the gentle sophistication of the garment. It clings perfectly to his muscular frame, the sheer, purple lace somehow highlighting the definition of his swimmer's physique. The delicate floral patterns striking against his broad, toned thighs and narrow waist, emphasizing the V-shaped taper of his torso. But I am ignoring a critical, sensational, awe-inspiring element. Coiled like a python behind the delicate flowers, inside the tailored material, is his penis. Elegance meets pure animal. The soft lace pulled against it like an opera glove on a forearm. The overall effect? Unbelievable. Unforgettable.

I let out a soft, girly laugh, shaking my head. It has taken my breath away. He looks nervous.

"You look... incredible," I stammer, unable to hide the lust in my voice. "I mean, I thought they'd suit you, but this? You're completely pulling this off."

Subconsciously I part my legs slightly and lick my lips, my grin turning playful.

"It's just a shame they are not going to stay on for very long." He says. His confidence growing.

The water is still bubbling away, sending tingles across my legs. He takes to the steps and his penis rises to my eye level. I watch the way it bounces and moves as his legs take each step up. I can't wait to touch it, feel it, make it grow, make it throb. So I don't wait. As he takes one step down into the tub, I push myself into the water and glide across to meet him. The water splashes over me, my breasts bobbing in the water as it rises around me. He takes another step down, the tops of his knees now tapping the bubbles as they explode and cascade over him. As he takes a further step down, I run my hands up his tree trunk thighs and hold him where he is. My fingers run across his cock, feeling the lace material slip through them. My eyes focus on his cock as it starts to harden. I take it in my palm and begin to stroke him through the material.

Teasing the end of his cock with my fingertips as they stroke past it. I want to taste him. But I wait. I trace my fingers around him, pushing the lace against him, over him. My fingernails catching on the lace, my palm feeling the tiny holes. My breath on him as the steam rises around us. I can't wait any longer. I slide him out of the top of his new sheer boxers. His penis free from their flimsy material. I leave them wrapped around his thighs. I lick the side of his cock, from the base to the tip, it tenses and bounces under my tongue. I slip my hand under his balls and start to massage them, making his cock bounce even more, and then I lick it again, and again. Slipping my tongue over him and around him as I move along the shaft. My teeth sometimes scratching the side, my tongue sometimes curling over him.

His hands are holding the rails of the steps as he gives himself to me. Parting his legs, pushing his hips toward me. I can't deny myself any longer. One hand cupping his balls, the other around his cock, I slide it between my lips. Sucking the tip with my cheeks. I feel it harden further inside my mouth. I twist my hand and swirl my tongue. I'm a cock-sucking MILF and I love it.

"I've missed your cock," I say, pulling him out and slapping it against my cheek. "I've missed your huge cock." It's only been a day, but it's true. He moans in response and I feel his hips push again, I hit it again, a dull thud and a splosh and a slap. He is so big. I need him. My pussy is telling me. In the warm bubbles, it's hot and electric.

I take it back in my mouth. I want him to fuck my face, to stretch me, to gag me. But not yet. I want to taste him first, savor him as he grows in my mouth. I start to really feel the girth. I squelch my cheeks around him, my tongue feeling every vein, every bump. The bubbles tingle around my body. I pull him out with a pop, and take a ball in my mouth, sucking it deep and slapping it with my tongue. I sense a sharp intake of breath as the sensation runs from his balls to his brain in a nanosecond. Waves of water around us, steam rising around us, the noise of the hot tub in our ears. My hand pointing his cock upwards, my fingers teasing it up and down, and around the tip. My hand twists on his cock, bringing it to full size.

I suck deeply on his balls and jerk him quickly, feeling his body tense. Quick jerks, up and down, quick sucks, in and out. Again and again, faster, faster. I jolt my head back and take his hard cock in my mouth again. This time allowing him deeper and deeper inside. He arches his back, his legs strong and firm. The hot tub water starts to subside, the noisy bubbles start to rest, but my mouth doesn't. If anything it counteracts the calmness in the water and gets more rampant. My eyes widen as I feel the width and the length. I'm gagging, my mouth is stretched. I keep taking him, keep licking him, keep sucking him. My pussy is burning. It's time. Time for him to fuck my face.

I reach behind him, grab his ass cheeks and pull him onto me. I feel an instant spasm in his cock and I taste his salty pre-cum. Feel it slip down my throat. I bob back and forth, saliva bubbling from my mouth, my lips pulled tight around him. He reaches down with one hand and takes my head, his fingers entwined in my hair, which is soaking across my shoulders. My wet breasts bouncing on the water, the tiny v shapes of the bikini now transparent, my rock-hard nipples almost piercing them. His powerful thighs now get to work, they give me what I want, he pumps his cock deep down my throat. The lacy boxers taut but still pulling his thighs together. My strained eyes look up at his magnificent physique as my face struggles to cope with the girth, the length, the ferocity.

I need to fuck him in this hot tub, but not yet. For now, I want to take his load down my throat. I will make him submit to my mouth, to my lips, to my tongue. He is powerless, and he needs to feel it. I control what his cock does and when it does it.

I pull my head back, and immediately take his balls in my mouth again, letting the saliva pour from my mouth and allow my breathing to recover. This is no respite for Nathan though, as the sensitivity of his balls against my tongue makes his ass clench tightly. His eyes are closed, his head thrown back. His body shakes from his knees up through his hips, his stomach and chest. I suck, squeeze, and lap. I never knew the balls could have such an effect. He's close. I could make him cum like this. But I want to taste his seed.

I let his balls slip through my tongue and then slowly edge him back inside my mouth. My lips and cheeks are so tight around him that it's like he is fucking my pussy. I hear him groan. I feel him groan. His hand gets tighter on my head. I slowly sink onto him and pull him back. Slowly, tightly, slowly, tightly. My tongue pressed under him; my cheeks wrapped around him.

"FUCK!" he says. I feel it, a slight pump from his balls, I slowly take him all the way down my throat, gagging on him, licking him, sucking him. So tight around his cock.

"FUUCK!" I feel it again. A pump. I taste him. I keep the same pace. But squeeze as tight as I can with my lips, my cheeks and my throat. Over and over.

"FUUUUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" he screams.

That's my cue. I speed up. It's my turn to be the animal. I greedily take him in and out in a blur. My face smashing into his pubic bone, his balls hitting me under the chin. My bikini is now hanging around my neck, my breasts also a blur, bouncing, splashing and smashing against the water. He's pumping his legs, hand tight on my head. I wish this was being filmed, I want to watch myself with his hard cock diving in and out of my mouth, see my hard, wet tits flying in and out of the water. My head thrown back and forward, my hair flying in the air and the water. His amazing chest roaring like an ape, his biceps clenched tight, his six-pack pulled firm. I want to see from every angle.

His cock pulses, I feel it expand even more, I feel his balls tighten, and then not a single pump this time, but pump after pump after pump, jet after jet after jet of cum shoots into my mouth. I keep sucking, swallowing, pulling him in as his body tightens and tries to resist. I milk his cock, lapping up every single seed. He shudders, his legs buckle more than once as I keep going before finally I let him slip down from my mouth, his cock still wide and firm, slapping against his abs as it pops from my mouth.

Pulling his new shorts back over his cock, I lean past him and push the start button again. I lick my lips showing him the remains of his cum in my mouth.

I lever myself back from him and move to the opposite side of the hot tub, pulling myself up onto the edge again and sit there, letting my breathing recover, watching him recover. He slips down into the water. Eyes still dazed from the phenomenal head I'd just given him.

I untie the bikini top around my head and throw it over to him. He catches it in the bubbling water and throws it at the steps. I pull one leg up onto the side, the red thong transparent, showing everything, spreading myself before him.

"I think you owe me an orgasm, young man," I say above the noise of the motor. My tone dripping with invitation.

"Cumming right up," Nathan smiles, gliding across the water to me.

My smile widens, and I lean back slightly, placing my hands behind me on the edge of the tub. Water splashes up my legs. He keeps moving toward me, water cascading off his body as it starts to bubble around him. My eyes follow him, watching as he approaches me like a predator closing in on its prey. His hands coming to rest on my thighs, I let out a soft sigh, my breathing already growing heavier in anticipation.

"You're so beautiful," Nathan murmurs. He's never said this before. It sends a tingle down my spine. He trails his fingertips along the inside of my thigh, I shiver in response. "I still can't believe this is happening," he says.

I take his chin in my hand and pull him up to my face. I kiss him so completely. I can't describe it properly. A kiss from the depths of me. I feel it in my stomach, my heart, my loins. His eyes close through the intensity, before I pull myself from him and gently push him down again. "Believe it."

Nathan's hand slips beneath the edge of my thong, his fingers finding the slick warmth between my thighs. I gasp, my hips lifting instinctively as his touch sends shockwaves through me. "Fuck," I mutter, surprising myself by how turned on I am. My eyes flutter shut as I surrender to the pleasure already.

But Nathan has other ideas. "Turn around," he commands, his voice firm. My eyes open wide. 'Interesting', I hesitate for only a moment before doing as he asks. Let's see where this goes.

I turn so that I am kneeling on the seat, my hands on the edge of the tub, my back to him, my ass to him, perched perfectly for him to admire. Nathan's breath falters as he takes in the sight of me, droplets of water on my thighs, my body curved in all the right places. I twerk a little, knowing my thong is so thin that it will look magnificent. He grabs my hips, guiding me backward until I am straddling his face.

I groan as Nathan's tongue slides the material out of the way and he finds me, licking hungrily at my clit. His hands gripping my ass, pulling me closer as his tongue flicks and pushes against my nub. Round and round under my pussy. Then his tongue finds my pussy lips. It's not just the hot tub that has made them wet and warm. His tongue slides across them, peeling me apart. Then he delves into my pussy, deep, exploring every inch of me. His fingers slide between my ass cheeks, around his tongue and caressing my clit. I cry out, my head is thrown back as pleasure surges through me. "Oh God, Nathan," I pant, my nails digging into the edge of the tub for support. "Right there, oh yes, lick me there, go on lick me there, Nathan. Fucking lick me there!" I surprise myself again. This time with my authority, my command.

He obeys, his tongue working furiously as he brings me closer and closer to the edge. My ass cheeks shaking, my thighs pushing me back into him.

But then, out of nowhere, in the haze, we hear the doorbell ring. He freezes and pulls out of me. I freeze as well for a split second, looking over my shoulder back at the house, my breath hitting me in my throat. The silence is deafening. It feels like minutes. But the sound was distant, muffled by the walls of the building, and the urgency of my desire quickly overtakes any need for daily life to ruin it.

"Don't you dare stop. You owe me a fucking orgasm." I push my ass back towards him and he drives his tongue back into me, higher and higher. He drags it against the insides of my pussy, he slips it over my lips, he reaches it as far as it will go, keeping it firm to fuck my pussy.

My moans grow louder, my body trembling with need. I throw my head back, arching my back as the orgasm builds within me, threatening to consume me entirely. My arms push me back into him, wanting him deeper and deeper.

I'm so close, so close, on the verge of climax. Moaning and groaning, grinding and pushing. But Nathan has other thoughts. He flips me back over and I sit on the side again. His hands wrap around my calves as he spreads me before him. His hands slide down my legs. I look up at his magnificent body, my eyes giving away the wanton desire within me, the need to be ravaged by this young stud. He pauses, taking me in. It's unbearable. I want his tongue back inside me. I reach up to him. My face pleading.

Unbeknownst to me, a figure now stands at the upstairs bathroom window, watching the scene unfold with rapt attention. Joe, having had no answer from the bell, let himself in to collect his cellphone he'd left behind. But what he found instead was far more than anything he could have imagined.

He has heard my moans and groans, his face pressed against the glass, his breath fogging it up as he is now watching Nathan's head sink back down to me and lick me with an intensity that he has never seen before. An intensity that instantly made his own cock twitch. My legs spread wide, pointing in the air. My head thrown back, my breasts pointing in the air. Joe adjusted himself through his jeans, his hand starting to rub himself as he imagined himself in Nathan's place, tasting my sweet pussy. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, his voice thick. "She's unbelievable, her tits are like a pair of fucking melons, her tits are out of this world. She's incredible." Joe has admired me over the time he has been working for me, but never in his wildest dreams did he think he would get to see this much of me. He has pictured me when he was having sex with his wife, Michelle, but this, wow, this is incredible. He starts to unzip his fly.

Back outside, I am lost in my own world of pleasure. I rock my hips, holding myself against Nathan's face as his tongue continues to work its magic. In, out, in out, suck, squeeze, suck, in, out. "Yes, yes, yes," I scream. "You're a fucking magician, a fuuuuckiiiing magiciiieeerrrrn." I'm losing the plot, juices flowing from my pussy. He keeps licking, keeps kneading my ass cheeks. Alternating his tongue on my clit and inside my pussy. My legs are up in the air. I am rolling backward, my tits bouncing and sliding. My breath comes in short gasps as his tongue darts and flicks and fucks me.

Then, he lifts me up, pulls my ass cheeks wider and darts his tongue into my anus.

"Fuuuuuuuurrrck," my voice breaks as in an instant he hits the spot and the orgasm rips through me. I tremble, I crumble, my body convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy washes through me. "Urgh, Urgh, Urgh, Urgh, Fuuuuurrck, Fck, Fck," words and sounds exploding from my mouth, or held back through lack of breath. My head flying this way and that. My hands gripping the side of the hot tub, then grabbing his head, trying to stay in control.

Nathan does his best to hold me steady, his tongue now back in my pussy, his mouth stuck to my pussy lips, his arms firmly holding my hips. He doesn't falter as he rides out my climax.

When I finally began to calm, my breathing ragged and uneven, little did I know, above us, upstairs, as he watched me cum, Jimmy's hand was moving faster, his eyes glued to the scene below. He couldn't hold himself back. He couldn't believe what he was watching. His hand sliding furiously, eyes straining, cock straining as he stroked himself to completion. His semen explodes onto the bathroom floor and wall, his mouth drooling through sheer lust. Grunting. Guttural grunts.

As my mind clears, for a brief moment, I thought I saw movement in the bathroom window, but when I looked up, there was nothing there. Is Daniel home? Is he watching us? No, he's at Lisa's. Shaking off the strange feeling, I turn my focus back to Nathan, my heart swelling with affection. It must have been my imagination.

Nathan gently guides me back onto the seat of the tub, his eyes filled with the same affection. He pulls me into the water, holding me in his strong muscular arms.

I sag against him, my body spent but my mind reeling. "Jesus Christ," I whisper, my voice hoarse. "I didn't expect that at the end. That was..."

Before I can finish, Nathan silences me with a kiss, his lips pressing against mine with desperate passion. I respond eagerly, my arms wrapping around his neck as we kiss again deeply, both of us relishing the taste of each other.

Above us, Joe watches as we start to heat up again. Our kisses becoming more frantic as our bodies give in to their mutual attraction. He considers staying around to watch the sequel but decides against it. He has to get out of the house without being detected, and the longer he stays, the higher the risk of being caught. He pulls his pants back up, finds a rag and cleans his bodily fluids from the wall and floor, before carefully tip-toeing down the stairs and back out the front door. 'I'll head home and see if Michelle is up for sex, or at least she might give me head,' he thinks.

As the front door clicks shut, my panties are being removed by the expert hands of my personal Amazon delivery guy, and I know that my high expectations of what's to come are perfectly justified.

My legs float up as I wriggle my way out of the tiny red thong. He slides it off and lets it float away on the still water, the bubbles have long subsided. His body slides between my legs as I move back to sit within the hot tub, my bare ass rubbing on the plastic bench, the water up to my chest. I feel his little panties against my skin as his hips stroke my thighs. His arms reach out for me, wrapping them around my body as his chest clears the water. His fingers dig into the soft flesh as he pulls me closer to him, the water sploshing between us as our bodies meet as one.

His lips are on mine again, hungry and insistent, his tongue exploring every corner of my mouth. I moan softly, my arms wrapping around his neck as I press myself against him, feeling the hard length of him pushing against his little panties.

"They are so sexy, but take them off. I want you," I whisper against his lips, my voice breathless with need. Nathan doesn't hesitate. He fumbles with them, shimmying out of the tight material that had been clinging to him like a second skin. I reach down, my hand wrapping around his cock, feeling the way it pulses in my grip. "You're so big," I murmur, stroking him slowly, watching his eyes darken with desire. He's not hard yet.

The water ripples around us, warm and inviting, but nothing compared to the heat radiating between our bodies.

Nathan groans, his head falling back as my hand works him. "Maggie... I think I..."

I don't let him finish. I push my lips against his. The end of the sentence felt like it might add more complication to my life. Not now.

I kiss him passionately, feeling him harden in my hand. His hands grab my tits as his excitement grows. I moan, he groans.

"Just fuck me. Fuck me now."

That snaps something in him. With a growl, he lifts me effortlessly, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he positions himself at my entrance. I gasp as he enters me in one smooth thrust, the water helping my pussy envelop him, but not removing the painful sensation of him filling me completely that makes me scream and my head spin. He is so fucking big. The water sploshes as we begin to move, our bodies finding an irresistible rhythm. His body firm, erect, powerful. My body delicate, stretched, fit to burst.

"Fuck," Nathan breathes, his hands gripping my ass as he thrusts into me.

"Fuck," I scream as I push myself down and forward onto him, gripping his shoulders with my arms.

"You're so tight," he moans as his body slaps against me causing whirlpools in the flat water.

I cling to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as pleasure and pain course through me. The angle is perfect, each stroke hitting that spot inside me that makes my vision blur. My moans grow louder, mingling with his grunts as we move together, the heat between us building to a fever pitch. My body feels it from tip to toe; The water working like a circuit connecting every part of us.

I tilt my hips, encouraging Nathan to go deeper, and he obliges, his thrusts becoming more intense, more urgent.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck. Yeeeeeessss... Juuuuuust like thaaaaaat," my voice vibrating through my chest which is bouncing up and down leaping into his face, my head falling back as pleasure coils tightly in my core. "Doooooonnn't stoppppp..."

Nathan's pace quickens again, his breathing ragged as he drives into me with unrelenting force. I can feel his muscles tensing, his body beginning to tremble as he nears his second release. I need no encouragement, my own climax teetering on the edge as I tighten around him, drawing him deeper still, but I have to wait, I have to wait, I have to wait, I have to cum with him, with him, with him, with him. My head is buzzing, my eyes are popping from their sockets, and I can hear my heart through my head.

"I'm close," Nathan grits out through clenched teeth, his hands gripping me tighter as he pounds into me. "So fucking close..."

"Me too," I somehow pant or scream, my volume control lost, my body arching as the waves of ecstasy wash over me. "Now. Fuck me. Cum in me. Make me cum."

His eyes widen, he opens his mouth and bends his back driving himself under me and up inside me. I bounce up out of the water, thrown toward him as his cock pounds in and out of me.

He roars "Arghhhhhh. Fuurck" as pleasure rips through him. I cry out, I scream, I gargle, I lose control, my voice echoing in the quiet backyard as I follow him over the edge, his hips stuttering as he empties himself inside me as my pussy drains itself all over him. Our conjoined juices mingling in the water around us.​