Meaty wife’s Desperation at the Swimming Pool

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The story will be narrated from the footsteps of Spandana

I still remember the day it all started. It was another record-breaking hot day in February in Bengaluru. I reached the pool with my 7-year-old son and 9-year-old daughter. During a month of training, I learned how to float and could move some distance by kicking.

One of the coaches, who was the lifeguard that day, waved and said, “Hello, madam ji. Aaj late hogaye?” (You’re late today.) Abhi, a North Indian in his mid-20s, was tall, fair, and fit. I waved back and replied, “Hi, Coach. Aaj so gayee thi.” (I had gone to sleep.)

My two kids had already jumped into the pool. In one month of training, they had learned much more, as they could swim from the deep end. I watched the second coach move through the water like a fish. I was always amazed at how he moved and breathed as effortlessly as walking on the road.

He was Ramesh, a Malayalee. Compared to Abhi, Ramesh was slightly shorter, darker, and a few years older but had a chiselled, muscular body. Ramesh stopped halfway through his swim. He signalled me to enter the pool with a warm smile.

I smiled back and entered the cool pool, positioning myself between the other lady students. It was the weekend, and the pool was more crowded compared to the weekdays. A group of teenage boys were playing fearlessly at one end of the deep pool. A few men were swimming the length of the pool.

Ramesh had taught us some things, such as holding our breath, bubbling out, and kicking while holding the side of the pool. While I was doing the warm-up exercises, I noticed the bulging eyes of Abhi. Sitting on the high chair, he was signalling Ramesh to look at something.

I immediately turned to see what it was. I saw her for the first time in the pool. She walked with confidence, wearing a red one-piece swimsuit. She had the fairest milky skin. Her hefty heavy boobs were tightly caged, revealing the deep V of her cleavage.

Her fleshy ass cheeks swayed sideways as she took steps towards the pool. She was accompanied by a normal-looking man. I guessed he was her husband. She looked to be around 30 years old. I glanced around the pool and noticed that all the men, including the teenage boys, were eyeing her.

I felt a tinge and a knot in my stomach. The lady ignored all the stares and entered the pool as if it were completely normal. I continued to practice watching the acts of men inside the pool. Why had no man looked at me like this till now?

I, too, am fair, not to the extent of her, but fair. I, too, had same-sized boobs and same-sized ass, which too will sway as I walk. I reflected on my swimsuit, which was full-sleeved and loose, hiding the shape of my boobs with no hint of cleavage. My ass cheeks, too, were hidden by the loose ankle-length pants.

I brush off the thoughts, “Chi, No. I am married. Why do I want men to ogle at me?”

It made me angry when Ramesh continued to give sideways glances to the lady while teaching me. I couldn’t stand it. I angrily ordered Ramesh, “Hold my hands. I want to try the breathing technique,” forcing him to hold my hands, distracting him from the hot lady in red.

For the first time, I felt different from his touch and firm hold of my hand, sending shivers through the nerves of my body. I blushed (Ramesh did not notice that). I held onto his hands, trying to move through the water, trying to move my head sideways and breathe.

When breathing became difficult, I rushed forward, clashing my whole front body into Ramesh’s muscular frame. He held my fleshy hips to steady me, making me stand on my feet. I noticed the lust-filled eyes of Abhi watching the red lady.

She swam head down with her two shapely round buttocks floating above the water. Abhi blew the whistle signalling Ramesh to watch her ass cheeks. On hearing the whistle, Ramesh followed the gaze of Abhi to watch the floating round ass cheeks of the lady in red swimwear.

There was a feeling of jealousy and anger welling up inside my stomach. I wasn’t bothered when men and boys inside the pool ogled at the red dress lady. But I was disturbed, and a fire burned inside my heart when Ramesh and Abhi watched her with lust and a desire to fuck.

Why should I get jealous? They were young boys watching a hot lady. Why I couldn’t digest that? Is it because these young coaches never watched me like that? Or did they see me like that, too? I had no clue. Why the hell do I want these coach boys to watch me with desire?

With all these thoughts running, I was engrossed momentarily in a different world. Ramesh’s touch warmed my body in the cold pool water. I secretly started wishing the coach boys to watch me with lust and thirst like they watched the red swimsuit lady.

I was so immersed in jealousy and possessiveness that I forgot about my kids. My eyes were filled with lust as I stared at Abhi and Ramesh. I wanted the boys to undress me with their eyes and see inside me. I, too, have the same-sized boobs, milky but hidden.

I, too, had same sized ass, which will sway if they spank. I wanted these boy’s dick to thicken watching me. Abhi and Ramesh never responded to my inviting looks. I imagined if these coaches would look at me longingly if I wore this deep-cut red strap single piece.

Ramesh steps out of the pool. I notice Ramesh’s sculpted, water-dripping, sexy, muscular body as he rushes to the open pool. The time was around 07 PM. The red-haired lady was talking with animated gestures with her husband. Her laughter rang out melodiously, filling the air with infectious joy.

Abhi walks bare-bodied to enter the pool. He dives into the pool like a dolphin. The red swimwear lady watches Abhi’s dive open-mouthed. Was Abhi showing off to this lady? Abhi swims underwater only to tweak his head out on the other side of the pool.

The moment his head splashes out of the water, he watches the red-attired lady with a lusty glare in his eyes. There was a brief eye contact between the red lady and Abhi. Was red attire lady responding to Abhi’s stunts?

I shout angrily, calling Abhi to teach me the breathing technique. Abhi glides through the water, reaching me. He smiles and teaches the breathing techniques. But his eyes continued to sneak at the red-dressed lady.

News spreads across the pool that tomorrow will be the last day of the pool. Since BBMP has issued a notice, “Due to water crisis in Bangalore, the pool will be closed until further notice.” My desperation climbed to its peak. Desperation to get drilled not by one but both the coaches.

I watched the fair, bare hairless chest of Abhi and his eyes. Abhi seems to have caught a glimpse of my dirty intentions. I asked, “Pakka close hoga kya kal se pool?” (Will it be surely closed?). Abhi, “Haan madam. Pata nahi hum kya karenge?” (Yes, madam. What will we do?)

I, “Kyun?” Abhi, “Kaam nahi hoga tho hum bhi goan chalte hai. Kal aaoge na last day hai?” (If no work. I will also go to my native. You will come right tomorrow. It’s the last day). I nod with lust and heat radiating through my eyes. Abhi, too, seems to notice that.

That’s when the red-dressed lady steps out of the pool and walks to the shower. Abhi obviously watches her open-mouthed as water drips from her sexy body. Unable to control further, I ask, “Mast hai na? Thaade jaa rahe ho jab se aayi hai.” (Isn’t she sexy? You kept on staring at her from her arrival)

With people around, I spoke in a hushed tone only for Abhi’s ears. Abhi’s smile disappears, and watches me blank-faced. I continue, “Hame bhi dekho zara. Hum bhi hot hai.” (Sometimes, look at me too. I, too, am hot). I was surprised by my open invitation.

Abhi grows anxious, looking around, confirming no one heard my comment. I felt happy in distracting Abhi. Abhi responds by watching my eyes and his eyes run through my sexy body. Fuck, I melted like ice to Abhi’s the fiery stare. My nipples, erect and hard, poked out of my T-shirt. My pussy lips quivered.

Breaking the eye contact, Abhi walks away. I felt unsettled about telling that to the boy. At that time, the pool, too, had only countable people.

“Mamma, papa aa gaye” (Mom, Dad has come). This was my husband’s usual routine. My husband will pick us up after the office. I had to go now. I watch Abhi with hunger and desperation, wanting to be kissed wildly. To get my heavy boobs squeezed to a pulp, to get fucked till my pussy turns sore.

I became restless by another fact that the pool would be closed until further notice. I felt agonized by seeing my husband. Not wanting to go home today, I stall in the pool, trying to seduce Abhi. The other coach, Ramesh returns after showering with no clue of the development between me and Abhi.

My daughter and son leave the pool to rush to the showers to get ready to leave for home. I watch Abhi. “Mujhe diving sikhao na. Ab to log kam ho gaye”. (People are less now. Teach me diving). Abhi smiles, “Dive karo.” I walk to the deep end of the pool.

While I walk, I keep my eyes on Abhi and move my ass cheeks for him to notice. I looked for my hubby, who was not to be seen. He might be in the shower room giving clothes to the kids. There were two shower halls at the entrance, one for males and the other for females.

There was another open shower on the back. A long wall hid the open shower. Hardly anyone uses the open shower. I walk slowly, watching Abhi and Ramesh, wanting them to ogle my body. I pull the T-shirt around the underarm, emanating and tightening the cloth over my boobs.

Abhi watches me open-mouthed. I am enjoying Abhi’s dirty stare. I stand on the deep end edge of the pool and bend tempting Abhi by displaying every fleshy curve of my body. Abhi says, “Aur thoda bend karo. Aur thoda, Haath utao”. (Bend some more. Some more. Lift your hands).

I giggle and glimpse at Abhi with an unspoken message passing through. Is he positioning me to fuck me in a doggy style? He, too, smiles, understanding the double meaning in the context.

He gets boldened as he says, “Daro mat. Mai pakad lunga. Just karo.” (Don’t be scared. I will catch hold of you. Just do). I ask, “Tum itna door ho”. (You are too far). “Arey, wait.” He moves closer to me in the pool and waits for me to jump.

The moment I jump my body sinks deep with my feet touching the 9ft deep pool floor. Abhi encircles his hand around my tummy and grabs me into his body underwater. I grab onto his hands tightly, enjoying the little play. He squeezes my boobs into his bare chest.

I watch through the swimming goggles, his dick trying to tear out of his swim shorts. He smiles, leaning onto the wall, hiding his erection. That’s when I heard the voice of my husband, “Chalo, Chalna nahi hai kya?” (Let’s go).

Ramesh intervenes, telling my husband, “Sir, tomorrow is the last day. Let madam enjoy a little more time.” Did Ramesh notice the play of me and Abhi? I got an idea. Usually, me and husband will head out to buy household and kitchen things before landing home.

Before I announced the idea, my husband said, “I will take the kids and buy things. You enjoy some more time, baby.” He had no idea that I was about to enjoy the dicks of these young boys.

I watch Abhi who seems to be too happy hearing that. But purchase and return would be just half an hour job. I was so hungry that I knew for sure that I wouldn’t be satisfied in just 30 minutes. That, too, I needed both the dicks of the fair, handsome and strong Malayalee.

In the next part, she drags, kissing restlessly in the open shower. Her unfulfilled desires on the arrival of her husband. Will Ramesh, too, get a chance? Will she be drilled only by Abhi? Will her hubby stop even Abhi from pushing his hard yummy cock into Spandana?

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