The Pool Party_(0)

So it’s been about three weeks. Nothing. I am kind of shocked, really. I completely lost my head. I didn’t even know I could do something like that, and damn sure never thought I would be a free man afterward. Not that nothing could happen, but if it hadn’t by now . . . . was she too embarrassed? Was she unsure anyone would believe her? I don’t know, but I am amazed to be sitting here at the dinner table like all is well.

I did lose my head, but I can’t pretend I didn’t know what happened, or that I wasn’t in control. I could try to rationalize but I know deep down, I had just wanted it, no matter what, and I took it. I figured I would pay the price, but I think . . . . I think I am going to get away with it. It sure had kept me hard. My wife just the other day said I was like a teenager, with how much I had been pushing for sex. She sure seemed happy with my renewed interest. So I guess I owe it all to . . . Jenna. Jenna, the most amazing fuck, just thinking about our encounter now has me hard under the table. My wife Chrissy also seemed to like the more aggressive nature of our coitus.

If only she knew a different kind of, I guess I would call it caveman confidence had altered my actions. Now I was of no fear of being aggressive. It had gotten me what I wanted. God I wanted it again! Sure Chrissy was a good catch, she was still pretty, relatively fit for a mother of three, nice full tits. Hell, most guys in the neighborhood probably jacked off or fucked their wives real hard after one of our pool parties. We liked to have those for the neighbors. We had flood lights, backyard games like horseshoes, and corn hole, and ladders. Through in a nice curved pool with a gazebo and outdoor grill and fridge/keg orator, and we were the happening place.

There is me, Chrissy, our eldest daughter Samantha, middle child Brenda and little one Mikey. Chrissy and I met in school, me for economics and finance, her for law. She had a probate practice, I had my own little investment firm and money market accounts business. We weren’t rich, especially not for the nice area in which we lived, but we certainly did ok. The house was only about 2400 square feet, which sounds good, but with a finished basement, it’s less than you think. And all in all it will end up costing $750,000 when we are done paying for it. But we are just outside of Marin County and it affords us a less stuck up area to live, with easy access to the big money players, which help both our businesses.

We moved in just after Jenna was born, had the other two kids and have had a great marriage. Really, we are both fit, I still rock climb outside and at the gym, and Chrissy has always been a runner. She really is a great wife.

Supportive, kind, intelligent, driven, fit, and one hell of a great cook. I didn’t cheat on her because of her. I didn’t ever mean to cheat at all. Sure things were a little ho-hum, but after 25 years of marriage, passion isn’t usually still around, but mutual love and respect and adoration were still there. Still now. Like I said, it hadn’t been premeditated.

I am a nice guy. I drive only a few miles over the speed limit, treat my few employees well, donate time and money when I can, try to be there for my kids all the time, from sports to the arts, to whatever else grabs their attention. I really am a good guy! I just. . . . just. . . . I just didn’t have the resolve to stop myself. I wanted it too much.

I did pretty well in high school, played sports, good grades, dated a pretty cute girl my entire junior and senior year. I hoped Jenna got to have that too. A steady strong relationship to learn about relationships and not the topsy turvy crazy emotional ones some people had then and have now. Then college with some cuties until I met my wife. I have nothing to complain about, really. I really am a nice guy! But I can’t ignore what I did, or that it still energizes me every time I think of what I saw in the mirror. God forgive me, I think I will always look back on it fondly.

Maybe I am a sick fuck, but if it were all started over, I think I would do the same thing. In fact, if I knew how hot it would be . . . . I now I would do the same thing. Samantha was talking about the fall Sadie Hawkins dance coming up next weekend. She was excited. I wondered if I should chaperone. Would she be there? Could I find another secure place to take her and relive it? It was the craziest, most intense, and amazing orgasm of my life. God it was . . . . . fuck! I swear I am a good guy!

Ok, ok, I am stalling. But I am trying to keep my mind from just going there too easily. I shouldn’t be proud of it. I shouldn’t be okay with what happened. But I am. It was amazing. I will never forget it. I will never forget her. Jenna will be the foremost image in my mind’s eye forever. I never thought of myself as capable of anything like that. I lived such a noble and straight life. I still can’t believe I raped that little tart. I still can’t believe how amazing it was.

Three weeks ago. The week of Samantha’s birthday. She was born in August but we had put her right in school when she qualified so she was always behind her friends. They all were driving at some point last year. But it was the right move. Samantha got her parents brains and was doing well in school and was starting to work on extracurricular activities. She had joined a local community theater group, and had made a number of friends. You know, Samantha had brought a lot of friends home, to spend the night, for dinner, for practice, for study. Some were real cuties and some were trolls, but I never paid them much mind beyond their friendship with Samantha. But there was something about Jenna. Something . . . primal to my brain.

Samantha wanted a birthday party at the pool, she had so many newer friends with that community theater. There were only girls invited, as I didn’t want young boys trying to feel up the girls at the party. God knows my hormones were surging at their age. So the girls started showing up at about 1:00, just in time for lunch. I was busy out at the grill and met a lot of the girls with a quick hello and back to work. Some I had seen often, some a bit, others I didn’t remember. Again, I was happy in life and never had thought of any of Sam’s friends like that. But I hadn’t seen Jenna.

I was going into the kitchen to put another batch of burgers and hot dogs down, and grab fresh ones to cook. I came around the corner from the patio into the kitchen just as she popped the top on her soda. It fizzed and she had brought her hand up to slurp up the foam that was coming out.