Our Scotish Pool Boy


Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mult, Consensual, Heterosexual, Slut Wife, Cuckold, DomSub, FemaleDom, White Couple, First, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Squirting, Voyeurism, Size, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Molly & Dan hire a pool boy who turns out to be a sexy dancer at one of Vegas' casinos. As the week goes by Molly is transfixed by his buff body and masturbates daily while watching him. Dan watches her then arranges some time for Molly to fulfill her desire, not knowing she will then take charge of his sexual activities and turn the tables on him.

With the housing crash, property values plummeted, especially in Vegas where we'd been talking about a second home. Molly, my wife of 8 years came through the door and said, "Danny, time to step up to the plate and buy the home we've been discussing." At 41, she was strikingly beautiful, standing 5'7'' with a thin build at 121 pounds, light reddish-brown hair with blond streaks cut in a pageboy, emerald green eyes, 36-C breasts and an ass that just took my breath away. She was a fashion consultant for Nordstroms but could easily have been one of their fashion models instead. I was 4 inches taller and 181 pounds, about 10 of it in my unfortunately growing pot belly. I kept up an exercise routine and would still be considered in shape but the weather in Portland made jogging a soggy mess. I was her same age and was happy to have been selected as Regional Manager for Pet Connection after working up the ranks for 15 years. We were the very definition of D.I.N.K.s

She was raised in a pretty provincial home and missed out on a lot of the parties, booze, pot and sex of her generation. As a result, we were pretty vanilla in our lovemaking. She liked several positions, her favorite being the reverse cowgirl so that I could fondle her tits as she rode my rod. I just loved to eat her out and she'd have several screaming orgasms with my head squeezed between her legs and my tongue in her cunt. She even let me try anal once but wasn't really into that position. She was never forward in our lovemaking, allowing me to take the lead. She'd give me head but never volunteered to suck my spunk.

"We're not getting any younger, Danny, and the market I'm sure has bottomed," she added. "Let's do it."

We found a place, bid on it and won. It had a 30 x 15 foot pool and 6 x 8 foot hot tub. Since we live in the Pacific Northwest, caring for a pool was well outside my level of experience. So, we asked our new neighbors who they used and they recommended Raymond Brown, a sixty-some Scot who had done their pool for years.

We called and scheduled him the next day. As he pulled to the curb in his pick up, two men got out. One was wearing a grey shaggy beard, obviously Raymond, while the other was a younger version of the old man, maybe early twenties, but clean shaven with long dark hair tied back in a ponytail. Chiseled features, strong jaw and lots of tan. Still too young for the sun creases to start appearing on his face.

"Hello, me laddies," the older man said in a thick brogue, sticking out his hand. "I'm Raymond and this is me son, Tommy."

He shook our hands and said, "Pleasure to meet you. Pops is still hoping eventually to go back to the homeland so he keeps the language. I'm an American through and through and, other than visiting Scotland, I have no desire to live there. He's been teaching me the business for years so he can retire," he added, with still a hint of the brogue clinging to his speech. "But the stubborn old Scot can't let go."

"Can we see the pool area and I'll give you a bid?" Raymond asked.

After agreeing to the monthly price for a once weekly cleaning and a floating chlorine basket, they checked the filters and recommended changing them now and then every 2 years or so. They also then recommended draining all of the present water followed by side scrubbing and an acid wash, then refilling the pool. Since the pool was at least two years old with an unknown maintenance history, we agreed.

Raymond puttered around while Tommy took off his shirt and began scrubbing the sides and pulling the filters. He was buff with flat abs and rippling biceps. "My god," I thought. "Did we just hire Adonis to clean our pool?" Molly was intently watching him way more than I would have expected. He was soon covered with a sheen of sweat in the 90 plus heat. She brought iced tea out for all of us. The old man passed but Tommy accepted and as their hands touched, I swore I could see a spark jump between them. The guys were finishing up so we headed in to discuss the pool issue.

The problem was that I still have Astoria, Tillamook and Newport in my territory, meaning weekly visits to each store and the pool drain/clean/refill process was to take 6 days. One of us would need to be present for the whole process. "I can hit all three on Tuesday & Wednesday and we can have a 4 day weekend to come down," I volunteered. Molly said, "Yeah, we can do that. I'll take a week's vacation and stay while you go home after the weekend." I noticed a mischievous glint in her eye.

So, we scheduled the job and flew home. For the next few days, Molly was a vixen. She would meet me at the door in the nude, rub my cock as we watched TV, even gave me a fabulous blowjob which is something she rarely does. It was so out of character for her and I had a hunch Tommyboy was the inspiration. But, what the hell, whatever turns her on is fine with me as long as I reap the benefits.

We flew down early the next month for the pool refurbishing. As we awaited the men's arrival, Molly was strangely nervous. Both showed up and Raymond got busy pulling filters and began the process of pumping 30,000 gallons of water down the drain. Tommy started acid washing the smaller hot tub as soon as the water level dropped. Soon he was in just shorts as he worked, his golden tanned body glistened in the heat. Raymond drove off after his portion was completed and I went out to ask, "Is he leaving you here for the week?"

"Nah," he replied. "He'll be back later this afternoon after I finish the initial acid wash and make sure the pool level is low enough to shut off the pump for today. Should be done around four or so," he smiled.

I went back in and enjoyed a great lunch, then said to Molly, "I feel like a little nap. How about you?"

She replied, "I think I'll take Tommy something to eat & drink then I'll just sit downstairs here and read."

I went upstairs to lie down but just couldn't get to sleep. So I walked over to the bedroom window that overlooks the pool area and was amazed to see Tommy no longer scrubbing. He was flexing and posturing like the muscle men do in the contests on TV. Rippling pecks, tight lats, nice delts, and abs of steel were on display. I could see that his calves were well defined but his shorts covered his thigh muscles. All in all, a very handsome stud package was on display in my back yard.

"What the hell is he doing," I thought. So, I silently walked down the back stairs. There in front of the window was Molly, with her panties down around her ankles, the front of her dress hiked up in her hand and she was clearly rubbing her cunt for all she was worth. I stood transfixed. My dick sprang to life in my boxers as I quietly watched my introverted wife pleasure herself for another guy.

She began to tremble as one huge climax overcame her. I bet myself that that was not her first one, either. She moaned then collapsed back into the recliner next to the window. But she was clearly not finished. She brought one hand up to her mouth and sucked the fingers that had been recently between her folds whispering, "Oooh, Tommy, see how good I taste." She began fingering her pussy with the other hand. Then she put her feet up to the glass and spread her legs wide apart as she continued to frig away. "Aaah ... aaah ... aaah," she whispered, "so, so good!"

I could see through the very deep window tinting that Tommy was unaware of the scene going on just a few feet away from him as he continued to flex and bend.

"Ooooh," I heard her moan, "flex for me you gorgeous hunk of manhood. You should look over here and see what you're missing. I'm cumming just for you ... Aaaagh."

I crept back up the stairs and proceeded to whip out my now rock hard erection. I grabbed some lube and slathered up my rod then beat it maybe only three or four pumps. That's all it took for me to shot a huge load on the window that looks down on the pool. I didn't know what made me hotter, Molly finger fucking herself or that muscled guy out back. I am not gay but watching his physique made my softening boner grow back rigid. I stroked some more and soon was able to blast another load onto the window. Man, I love to jack off, especially when I'm overnighting in one of the towns in my territory. I was lost in time but then came to my senses and grabbed a towel from the rack and cleaned up the gooey mess now running down into the window track.

So I tramped around the upstairs bedroom, flushed the toilet, then stomped down the stairs with a big yawn and stretched saying, "What a great nap."

I hoped I'd given her enough time to rush into the bathroom and reassembled her clothing. She came out smiling, "I'm glad you could rest, dear."

I could see the blush on her cheeks and could certainly smell her sex but I played dumb and replied, "What have you been up to."

"Just trying to read," she said. "I think our Tommy is a weight lifter or something. While he was waiting for the pool he began flexing and posturing like those guys on TV. He's really built and knows how to 'strut his stuff'," she added. "It was very distracting while I was trying to read."

"I bet he turns you on, huh?" I said as I thought, "Did she just say 'our Tommy'?"

"Nah, from what I've read those guys usually end up with small dicks from the steroids and supplements that they use. You know I like a meaty pole, like yours," she smiled.

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