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From: mariapollick@usa.net (Maria Pollick)
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Subject: Maria#2-Alone with Eric (wife, mf)
Date: Tue, 15 Jul 1997 18:46:54 -0700
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Maria#2-Alone with Eric (wife, mf)

No title, this is written by Eric.

Jay, I don't have the energy to write much about my date with
Eric, but he kindly volunteered to do it for me while I sleep.
I read it, it tells only of our favorite part but it's accurate and
detailed.  I'll just say that he's a great lover and gave me the most
romantic date of my life.  Excuse my hubby's crudeness, but he
loves to tease.  He's really a great guy.  He'll explain "hubby"
by the way.

Well, bare feet down, but still bare!  Here's hubby:

You're lucky if she sticks with you, man, I seemed to really make
an impression on her, eh?  Kidding, dude, I know she's yours but
until next week, she's mine!  She's calling me her vacation hubby
around everyone else and she decided to stay here, calling my place
"home."  Your woman is incredible.  I had her so many ways, guy,
but today, it was a special surprise because she got me where I wasn't
expecting it...in a public pool when we were finally alone, sort of.

It was a group date thing, me, Bubba, and Maria, and we had a lot of
fun there.

It got near closing time, but Bubba and Maria made no move to
leave.  The place began to empty out, and finally when even the
last of the stragglers had left, Bubba adnd Maria got up.  I made to
follow them, but Maria smiled enigmatically and put a hand on
my arm.  "You go in for a last little soak.  We'll come back
and get you."  OK, I'm easy.  I slipped into the cool water
as Bubba and Maria.  The only other person still inside the gates
was the HOT lifeguard, in her suit and her sweatshirt, rolling up
the lane-lines and fishing debris out of the water.

I admired her, her long legs moving her efficiently around the
pool, her hair up behind her head, her hands long-fingered and
tan on the skimming pole.  She seemed to be ignoring me, but
I thought I caught a smiling sidelong glance now and then.
I'm considered hot, dude, ask your babe.

Finally, she walked slowly toward the lockers.  As she slid
the sweatshirt off over her head, stretching her athletic body
luxuriously, she looked back once, right into my eyes.  She
was on the edge of laughing.

A minute later, she came back out, and dove neatly into the
pool.  Her slim red-sheathed form sped through the water toward
me, and she surfaced facing me.  But it wasn't the lifeguard.  It was
Maria, wearing her red suit, her hair tied loosely up
behind her head like Joanna's, her face young and innocent and
casual, her eyes looking at me as though I were an interesting
stranger.  So Maria's a model; she can act, too.

"Excuse me, sir," she said politely, stroking efficiently over
to me and hanging onto the side next to me, "the pool is closed
now."

"Oh, sorry," I replied, admiring the drops of water on the
smooth bare skin of her shoulders, "I must have dozed off."

"Oh, you can't sleep in the pool," she scolded, "that's an easy
way to drown."

"Sorry, I'll watch it in the future."

"S'okay," she said casually, letting her body and her long legs
float upwards and resting her head and shoulders on the wave
shelf next to me.  "I always take a few laps after closing,
so I would've found you."  We were silent for a minute; I
admired her thighs and her stomach as the water lapped at them;
she gazed off into the distance.  "Isn't the sunset grand?"
she asked.  The clouds were fiery, purple, razor-sharp.

I reached over and touched the strap of the red suit where it
crossed her shoulder.  I slid my fingers slowly down over
the tight saturated nylon, down over the Speedo logo, and
up the slope of her neat round breast.  She looked over at
me in surprise for an instant, but then closed her eyes and
let her body relax.  Her breast was small and firm, cold,
the nipple erect but soft.  It hardened as I stroked it.

I turned to face her, her lovely small body, long legs, all
stretched out floating in the water before me.  The fabric
over her breasts and her stomach was warm and wet and it
moved as she breathed.  My other hand stroked up the outside
of her leg, up her strong calf and up her thigh to her hip,
functional and smooth and female, bare at the edge of the
high-cut suit.  I took a long shuddering breath as I let my
hands roam over her.  Her submerged ass was tight and delicious,
and when I slid my fingers along the crack between her buttocks
she spread her legs and sighed.  I took one breast in my
right hand, and my left hand slid over the red smoothness
between her legs, and I gently rubbed her mons and the
tight young skin of her inner thighs.

"Ooh," she breathed, "you're getting me all hot and bothered."
And suddenly she flipped herself out of my hands, pushed off
from the edge with her feet, and shouted to me over her
shoulder, "Beat you to the end!"  I grinned and stroked off
after her.

I doubt I would have beaten the real lifeguard, but I'm a stronger
swimmer than Maria, and I pulled ahead of her, got to the wall
first, and turned around.  Swimming hard, her face in the water,
she didn't notice me there until too late, and one slim arm
bopped me on the head, and her body crashed into me.  "Oh,
sorry," she laughed, her legs against my sides and one arm
over my shoulder, "I didn't mean to --"  She stopped talking,
her eyes locked on mine, the water cool and silent, surrounding
us, and I put one hand behind her head, in the wetness of her
hair, and drew her face to mine, and kissed her mouth, and our
bodies moved together.  Her thighs slid over my skin below the
surface, her lips opened to me, and she pressed herself hungrily
against me, her body shuddering and a low moan filling her
throat.  We kissed for a long time, and I ran my hands over
her back and her ass through the tightness of the suit, and she
rubbed her pussy against my stomach, and clung to me, and slid
her tongue into my mouth.

Our heads moved apart, just an inch, and I looked into her eyes,
the water still clinging to her eyelids like chlorine tears, and
she licked her lips and she softly said "oh!".  Then she twined
her arms around my neck, closed her eyes, and kissed me again, a
stronger and less desperate kiss, a controlled kiss, a deep and
heartbreaking kiss, and she spread her muscular legs wider and
pressed herself against me, and I felt her body softening, her
vulva opening against my cock through our suits.  I kissed her
cheek, the line of her jaw, the soft cold smoothness of her
neck, and she put her arms down to let me lower the straps
of her suit.  Her breasts were small and buoyant and firm, and
when I kissed her nipples she laughed and bent back, her hair
and the back of her head dipping into the cool rippling water.

I slid the straps down over her elbows and off, and I rolled
the wet red material down and squeezed her breasts and kissed
her bare stomach.  She bent back and floated, her arms out to
her sides, as I pulled the suit down her thighs, past the wet
triangle of water-darkened hair at her cunt, down her legs and
off past her feet.  I took her feet in my hands for a moment,
and admired her naked body floating on the water before me.
Then I sank into the water, her thighs perfect and cool and wet
on my cheeks, and nuzzled my face into her matted pubic hair,
and opened her and kissed her and ran my tongue over the warm
receptive softness of her vulva.  She sighed and spread her legs
further apart to admit me.

I held her ass in my hands, gently squeezing and glorying in
the taut cold skin, as my mouth played over her labia.  I
took a mouthful of water, and blew it back out, in a thick
gentle stream over the hood of her clit.  Her body shuddered
again, and she stroked my head with her hands.  I did it again,
a thinner and harder stream, and she cried out softly, a small
moan that drifted away over the pool.  I did it again, and
her thighs squeezed my head, and then she righted herself,
and pulled me to her and kissed my mouth again, her hands
caressing my body.  One small soft hand played down my stomach
and slipped under my trunks, wrapping around my cold trapped
cock.  "Oh, such a SWEET man," she whispered, gently stroking
me and nibbling on my ear.  Her warm girl-scented breath mixed
with the cold chlorine air of the pool, and her fingers teased
me quickly erect.  She smiled and sank.

Her hands moved down my body, over my nipples and my stomach,
tickling and caressing and filling me with desire.  My solar
plexus tensed and I licked my lips as she slid my trunks down
and off, and ran her tongue and her lips over my penis, her
mouth a warm cavern in the cold of the pool.  Then she surfaced,
very close to me, her breasts against my chest and one hand
still around my cock, and we kissed again, and I pulled her
naked body against me, and spread her buttocks apart, and
my fingers played over her pussy from behind, and she groaned
and sucked on my tongue.

Her body was healthy and strong and young, her long legs wrapped
around me, her skin rough and goose-pimpled from the cold.  Her
mouth on mine was sweet and excited and demanding.  With a soft
moan, she took my cock and pushed it against her vagina, and I
slipped into her, sliding my cold cock into that hot yearning
sheath, holding her head in my hands and kissing her soft lips
and running my tongue along her teeth as we began to fuck gently
in the water.

The water buoyed her up, and I held her light as a feather as
she rocked her hips, looking me silently in the eyes as her
pussy stroked and sucked at my cock.  I slid one hand between
us and caressed her clit, pressing it between my fingers and
the throbbing shaft that rhythmically penetrated her.  Her
eyes widened with a hot delicious joy, and she kissed me again,
and put her arms around my shoulders and breathed loving
nonsense in my ear as she began to come.  I moved my other hand
down behind her, and gently pressed the rim of her anus as she
gasped and bucked and her ass tightened around me and she came,
my cock swelling and moving relentlessly inside her.  Her
screams were small and delighted, and I felt the cum straining
within me.

Her lips closed over mine, and her tongue was in my mouth, and
her hips rocked even faster, and as she fucked me more quickly
and more eagerly still I came hard and wrenching inside her,
the cold water and the hot juices of her cunt bringing my cock
to an impossible aching hardness that finally burst, and I
groaned into her mouth as I filled her with semen, and our
naked bodies thrashed in the water.  We pressed hungrily
against each other, sated but unwilling to let go, and we
sank entwined into the silent cool water, our mouths still
pressed together, my cock slowly slipping out of her vagina
as the water closed over our heads.

Bubba and Maria and I went out to the car, and the lifeguard waved to us
as she closed and locked the gates.

"You make a damn' good lifeguard," I said to Maria, "Thanks!"

"My pleasure," she replied, squeezing my hand, "anytime..."

"So what did you two tell the lifeguard to get her to lend you the pool
for your lovely little plot?" I asked.

"Oh," grinned Bubba, "nothing much.  We just told her she
could watch."

Why do women always find it so funny when men blush?

Anyways, man, I was going to tell you about a tickling session I had
with Maria today, becAuse I get off on that as much as you do.  But my
woman told me to keep it secret from you, other than letting you know
that it happened.  I'll cheat a little and tell you it was GREAT, and it's
the reason why she chose me as the vacation hubby.  Think video tape that
you'll never see, too!  And snap shots, and think naked. I'll also add that it
seemed like it lasted forever, and that she claims that I'm the BEST tickler
she's ever had.  So now I'm the most romantic, studly, man and the best
tickler in her life.  Just wait until morning when I'll wake her pussy up
with a nice long tongue bathing orgasm, followed by a harsher animalistic
fuck.  Don't forget I made her cum by just fucking her!  She says it was the
excitement of the tickling, the exhibition, AND my style.  Well, I say it's
my style, and by myself I can give her two thirds of what made her cum
while I fucked her with my friends. I'm confident that she'll forget about
that last third.

Jay, best of all, I have all week to try!

Eric (Maria's hubby)

P.S. Time to fuck my woman's feet while she sleeps!

