I never expected my afternoon pool maintenance to turn into the hottest cheating thrill of my life. My husband was away on business, leaving me alone and aching for excitement. When the pool cleaner arrived, his strong hands and mischievous grin promised more than just sparkling water. As he scrubbed the pool, I watched his muscles flex, my pussy dripping with anticipation.
He caught me staring and smirked, pulling me close. ‘Let me clean your pipes too,’ he growled, dropping to his knees. Before I knew it, his tongue was deep in my wet folds, lapping up every drop. I moaned, gripping his hair as waves of pleasure hit me. Then he stood, unzipping his shorts to reveal his massive cock, throbbing and ready.
I dropped down, taking him deep into my mouth, savoring the salty taste as he fucked my face relentlessly. My mouth was full of his thick shaft, gagging with joy while he groaned in ecstasy. He exploded, flooding my throat with hot cum until it overflowed, dripping down my chin. Swallowing every drop, I felt alive, my cheating secret pulsing with forbidden bliss. The pool gleamed, but my pipes were thoroughly cleaned and satisfied.
