The affair
Another collaboration by Carolyn and Riwa
I went by Angie’s house for the fourth time in as many nights. Each of the previous 3 nights had been the same; the two garage lights were on as was the porch light. That was the signal we had arranged. If all the outside lights were still lit then just keep going; my husband’s home.
This time as I passed by I saw that the porch light was out. Either it was safe, and she had unscrewed the bulb long enough to keep it from lighting up, or it had blown out on its own.
I looked through the large house’s picture window but didn’t see any motion or shadows, a good sign. So I drove away and parked in the Walmart parking lot two miles from her house. Even these days, in nice neighborhoods like hers, there seemed to be a Walmart everywhere.
Getting out, I started to walk back to her house and reflected on how our relationship had started and progressed over the last several months. I had no intention of having Angie as part of my life. But then one day several months ago I had been in a chair at Barnes and Noble reading a finance book, and when I looked up there she was.
At a glance, I pegged her to be in her early 40’s. She obviously was well past high school but was nice to look at. She was sitting but I pegged her to be at about 5’5”, a normal height for a woman.
Average figure too, but her clothes told me that she cared a lot about her appearance. Designer clothes and jewelry that made her hot to me. Either she was deep in hock at the stores that sold those kind of clothes, or she had the funds to afford them. It turned out to be the latter.
We didn’t speak that day but she gave me a smile that said she was checking me out as well, and then she went back to her book. I took a final glance at her and the book was some sort of self-esteem type. That seemed odd to me-she didn’t seem like the kind of person who would need it. Then I went back to my own book and that was that.
The next day I was back to work at the stock brokerage where I work and had totally forgotten about her. Still, at the end of the day I went back to the bookstore. I guess my curiosity had gotten the better of me. She wasn’t there but, then again, what had I really expected?
Back to work, and back the next day. When the weekend rolled around I, for some reason, went to the bookstore and she was there. She had a different book, but another self-help kind, and her clothes were different but still high end. I walked around, waiting for a seat to open up close by her. It took almost 45 minutes but then I grabbed the first book I could find from the investment section and plopped down across from her.
There was silence between us and the other two people in the other chairs, but I spoke to her. “Didn’t I see you here a while ago? You look familiar.”
She smiled. “I’m here almost every day at some point. I don’t like being alone at the house. But I rarely come at the same time each day. What about you?”
I told her that I came now and then, but only on weekends. She nodded as it seemed like it was an answer that made sense, one that she had expected. Then she flashed me a smile and went back to her book.
15 minutes later I peeked over the top of my book. I hadn’t really been paying attention to what I was reading because she was in my thoughts. But I caught her looking at me. I tried to change my glance but it was too late-she knew that I was looking at her too.
“I’m Angie,” she said. “Would you like to put down the book and go to the other side of the store for a Danish or coffee? I’ll be blunt, I caught you staring and you caught me.”
I nodded and then we walked over and started talking. It wasn’t much, just enough to reveal each other’s names and such. I noticed a wedding band with a very expensive diamond on it, but avoided that subject.
We talked a little bit more, idle chit chat. But then she looked at her watch and apologized, saying that she had to meet someone. Just before she walked away she said, “I’m usually here Monday, Wednesdays, and Thursdays.” Then she was gone and I watched her go, admiring her from behind.
The weekend passed and I couldn’t wait for the closing bell on Monday. I left, happy that I looked nice in my suit and tie, and hoped that she hadn’t been there and left already. When I got there I shrugged and assumed that was exactly what had happened. All 4 seats were empty.
I looked around, hoping to see her, but then I left. While I was taking a final look behind me I almost hit her in the face with the door as I pushed it open. She brought up a hand to protect herself but I managed to yank the door back in time.
“My, don’t we look dapper,” she said to me. She didn’t even mention the whole door thing. Although I didn’t know about such things, it looked like she had stepped her outfit up a bit. Larger ear rings and she was showing a bit more leg. It wasn’t that of a 20 year old, but still it was nice that she had even made the effort.
“I was sort of hoping that I’d bump into you”, I confessed, “and not just with the door.”
Angie smiled and brushed it off. “I was sort of hoping for that as well…suit and tie I see.”
I told her about my work and then asked if she’d like to go to a nicer place to talk, away from the bookstore. She nodded and we walked together across the plaza to where there was a nice coffee shop. The lot was pretty empty but I caught her taking a quick look at a large BMW. I assumed that it was hers.
We spoke, although I don’t really remember what about. It was just mundane stuff and I told her about my job, about how I was a bachelor, and such. She kept things a little more neutral, being a bit protective and private, but it was still a nice time.
Before we knew it, seven o’clock was coming around. We both said that we had to go but she wrote her phone number on a napkin and pushed it over my way. “I’d like to see more of you. But I’ll never take that call in the evening. Between 10 and 2 is best.” Then she flashed me a nice smile and was gone.
I decided to wait a day, to be coy and not seem too desperate. Then I called her. She just answered with a bland hello and I realized that I had never given her my number. Duhh, I thought. When I told her it was me her voice changed, becoming more animated. We agreed to meet in an hour at a nice restaurant.
That night was different than the rest. We talked some more and the first thing I said, pointing to her ring, was if she was married.
“Yes,” she said, but didn’t elaborate and sort of dropped her eyes a bit. So I let it go. We enjoyed the meal and then said goodbye.
After that, one meeting led to another and then another. Each one was a bit more upscale and intimate than the last as we learned about each other. I worked, but did ok, while she spent her husband’s money. I established that I was never married. She was but, as I found out, wasn’t happy.
“My husband’s having an affair,” she admitted. “But what he doesn’t know is that I know. He thinks that I’m not on top of what he does. I’d leave him, but everything is in his name and there’s no pre-nup.” She started to break into tears as she said that and got up and hurried to the women’s room to fix her face.
When she came back I suggested that she make an exit strategy…to open her own bank account and slowly move funds that he’d never miss into it so that she could go when she was ready. Angie actually smiled.
Another week went by. When I called her she told me that I should come over to her house and she’d cook dinner for both of us.
The meal was nice as she obviously went to a lot of effort. But I couldn’t help but notice that she’d colored her hair. It was a more lively shade of brown than before and she’d also dressed more provocatively.
The house itself was huge, but all the same it resonated of being alone and unhappiness. We ate but then I went home. I thought about her on the drive home and wondered if she had been expecting more.
I was over for dinner next week as well. We ate, but as I was leaving I turned around and put my hand on her between her breasts and gently pushed her back against the wall. Taking a chance, I kissed her softly, waiting to see what she would do. To my surprise and delight, she kissed me back.
We stayed like that for a minute, just kissing. Then I felt her wrap her leg around mine and pushed gently so that we both went onto the floor. We didn’t ravage each other. It was slow, gentle, and nice.
The next time I called her there was no answer. My call went right to her voicemail. It was the same the next time and I was wondering if I had been used.
Then I woke up the next day and found that a text had been sent to me in the middle of the night. “Sorry,” it said, “but my husband was home and I couldn’t do anything.” I was happy to hear that and we agreed to meet at her house the next day.
Days passed and then a month went by. We followed the same routine. Dinner, then love making. Her husband was still cheating, and now and then she’d have to bail on me because he was home. Several things happened after that.
For our own good, and so we never had to use the phone again, we came up with the light system. I’d come by on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays and we’d hope for the best.
She stepped up her wardrobe and dressed nicer for me each time. I tried to do the same but didn’t have her funds. Last of all, she set up her bank account to run if and when she was ready. For someone like her, she was actually not very computer literate, so I set up everything for her.
We kept on meeting like this for a year and a half. Her husband was as clueless about the affair she was having with me as he was ignorant she knew about his.
Our time together was becoming a bit of a distraction at work. I couldn’t get her out of my head and my work began to suffer. Nothing serious, but my earnings went down.
Nothing was said, but after a second quarter of the same, I was called onto the carpet. They kept me on, but put me on probation. I decided that I needed to be more careful.
Over the next month I got my act together. But we still kept seeing each other. As I walked up to her house I went to the back.
There was a pool and hot tub back there, but we’d never used it. I wasn’t much for the pool although she said she liked to use it during the day. I saw it all the time though because she had long since given me a key because the high wooden fence gave us privacy.
The sliding door into the kitchen was unlocked… another signal. If I couldn’t get in, then she’d used the back-up signal to keep me away. But it had always been unlocked and tonight was no exception.
I let myself in and waited. Then she came out but wasn’t dressed as usual. The designer clothes were gone and she was wearing a sheer black outfit that I could easily see through and showed her black bra and panties to whoever was watching.
I felt myself starting to get hard as she walked towards me. She’d done her hair for me again and, through the sheer outfit, I could see that she’d been working out. With a gentle kiss she walked by me, beckoning me to follow.
Back outside, she looked at me. “Do you like?” she asked. I nodded. Then she stepped away and took off her gown.
“What about now?” I nodded and smiled, letting her know that I liked it even more. Then she stripped down entirely and stepped into the hot tub.
For the first time I noticed the two champagne flutes that were there and stood there, looking at her naked body. She gave me a look, smiling at the obvious bulge in my pants. Then I stripped down and got into the tub with her.
Sitting down, we inched towards each other and embraced in the middle of the hot tub. No words were spoken but when we met she opened her legs and let me enter her. It was different to be sure, but still enjoyable. Afterwards we sat next to each other and drank the champagne.
A month went by and I stopped seeing her. Bad timing-her husband was always home. I started to wonder if one of them had found out about the other’s behavior. But as she had made clear, I never called.
At last I was at her driveway. It was the usual drill; key for the pool fence lock, then slowly sliding the patio door. She was there and, as if it was a scene being replayed, Angie was wearing the same see-through outfit and underwear. This time it was her who followed me out to the tub.
I was undressed first and waiting for her. Angie didn’t come in right away but instead did a slow strip tease. Then she was in and waiting for me.
I shook my head no, causing her a bit of confusion… but then beckoned her with my hand. She inched over to me. As she approached I slowly spun her around by her shoulders and pulled her body against mine.
Below the waterline I used my knee and balanced her so that her legs were open. I slid my hand between them, rubbing her back and forth. I couldn’t see Angie’s face but I came close and brushed her brown hair away from her right shoulder and kissed her.
I saw the smile on her face and she obviously enjoyed it. I kept rubbing her slowly back and forth and she leaned into me. The tips of her hair were wet but her shoulders never went under the water.
I kept going, pleasuring her and she leaned harder into me. I knew that she could feel my hardness pushing into her side. She made an effort to find me, but just couldn’t. She was too far into the pleasure that I was giving her. Then I slowed down.
“What’s the matter” she asked in a desperate voice.”
“Nothing,” I replied, “Just teasing a bit.”
She shook her head no and said “Keep going.” I kept her waiting a bit more, kissing her again on the shoulder and caught the glazed look in her eyes.
I went back between her legs with my hand, going softly and trying to extend it out. Angie was still reaching back, trying to grab me, but still was too lost in herself to find me. She was getting close when something happened.
She still hadn’t reached orgasm when for reasons I didn’t understand, I pushed forward and dunked her down, falling with her. She was totally pinned against the bottom. I was squarely on her back, holding her down.
I reached down and got a perfect hold on her shoulders, keeping them down too. I had no idea why I did it. But she was pinned under 3 feet of water and I watched and wondered what was going through my mind and through Angie’s.
She stopped trying to touch me and started to slip under the water. I looked down and saw that her legs were quivering, faltering, as her strength faded while her mind went into wherever it goes when women get close. She slid down, the water approaching her chin, and would have submerged entirely if I hadn’t been holder her.
Her neck arched back and the water came up even farther but then, maybe being fun, or cruel, I’m not sure which, I backed off and let her slowly come back. She found her legs and started to rise, able to support herself. Then she turned her head a bit, just so she could barely face me.
“Please,” she almost begged.” Finish it…don’t tease me…it’s been so long….”
“Mind if I try something?” I asked. She nodded and I went back to her, slower than before. She was close, but not as close as before, but easily found her spot.
Quickly, but gently, I turned her in my arms and stood up. When I stood up we could see each other’s faces as hers was totally submerged. Her shoulders were resting on the bottom, her face three feet below the surface, but I kept her legs open, folded over my shoulders, and kept pleasuring her.
Angie looked up, confused, and wanted air but at the same time didn’t want me to stop. I had her close and so she was excited when she went under, not without as much air if she had been ready, but she didn’t try to get up. Instead she tightened her legs on my shoulders, waiting.
I saw her close her eyes and then stepped forward. More of her body went under but that spot between her legs was up in the air. Adjusting just so, I went back there with one free hand while I used the other to hold her in place.
I found the spot that had given her the most pleasure. It was wet, of course, from both herself and the pool, and I started on her again. I looked down at her face and she reacted immediately.
Her eyes, which had been watching me in surprise, closed and her body started to hitch. I knew though, that being cut off from the air wasn’t why. I kept on doing her, aware that she had come back a bit when I backed off, but it didn’t take much effort to get her back.
I looked down at her. Angie’s eyes were closed and her hair was swirling around, blocking her face and then exposing it again. Despite the weight of the water her body shook hard and I could feel her legs tighten on my shoulders.
I kept going on her…there would be no teasing this time. With another look down I saw, not only her face, but myself. I was hard as a rock from doing this to her.
I didn’t know how much time went by but her body was in spasm. I think it was the lack of air catching up to her mixed with pleasure. Then her legs folded together tightly, almost knocking me off balance.
Angie let out a high pitched scream as she came. It was muffled by the water between us but it was still pretty loud. Then her legs relaxed and the rest of her body went still as her orgasm washed over her.
I looked down and saw that, one, I was still hard as a rock and, two, Angie was starting to come back. After a moment or two she realized where she was or, more appropriately, where her nose and mouth were not, and tried to come up for air. I didn’t let her though.
I kept my position and her shoulders stayed pinned against the bottom. There was no way that she could even come close to the air. Angie’s eyes opened wide as she realized that she couldn’t get up, that fighting me was useless.
She reached up to me, thinking that maybe I didn’t understand. I saw her eyes open wide as realization hit her and she covered her mouth with one hand. Most of her air, and her strength, had been used in her orgasm and she was much weaker than someone would normally have been.
Her struggles become more intense, although it was impossible for her to get much of anywhere. I looked down and saw the realization in her eyes as her legs lost their strength. They slid down and would have gone under if I hadn’t kept them up. Under the water, her arms started to slow down.
As the last of her strength ebbed away, her hand fell away from her mouth and a stream of bubbles came out of her mouth. With her hair behind her, I had a perfect view of her face as her eyes rolled up and her body went limp.
I waited and watched. She was totally soft and limp, but I was still so hard. I waited a little more, enjoying the sight before me, but I made a point of keeping time in my head.
After about 45 seconds I bent down and put my hand under her neck. I couldn’t believe how light she was and when I brought her into the air her neck rolled back and her hair went straight down. Being careful, I put her body onto the deck and breathed into her to bring her back to consciousness.
I didn’t bother with CPR. I knew that she hadn’t been down long enough to need it. A few more breathes and Angie was back, coughing and spitting out water.
One hand went up to her forehead and, as she continued taking deep breathes I climbed out and went to her other side and pulled her away from the edge. I looked down at her and waited. Finally, I asked, “How was that…was it good, or scary?”
I waited to the answer and half expected her to get out of there before she called the police but, instead, she reached up and took my hand into hers. “You scared me to death,” she said, “but I came so hard that I couldn’t believe it…and then that sensation of being held other made me come again. Could you tell?”
I shook my head no.
“Well no man has made me cum, at all, in any way in such a long time…especially not my husband. I don’t know why, but I liked it.”
Angie saw me smile and said, “We need to do that again, maybe not here, but somewhere. In the meantime, let me take care of you.”
I looked down and saw that I had lost a lot of my stiffness while I was reviving her. Then Angie went to work and teased me, making me promise to do it to her again. I nodded half-heatedly – my mind was somewhere else – as she finished me and I thought of a new scenario.
We spent some time kissing and cuddling and fondling before getting each other off one more time. Then she decided it might be best to call it a night. There was no point taking chances even though she was relatively certain her husband would not be home any time soon. We both got out, dried off and got dressed before kissing each other good night.
I waited a while before trying again. It was a Thursday when I went over. I tried the back only to hear someone in the pool.
I took a careful look, wondering if her husband was home. Instead I saw Angie swimming in her pool. She was moving back and forth with what appeared to be very little effort.
I made sure no one could see me where I was standing as I watched her. I was tempted to go in, but I stayed were I was. The signals all indicated she was alone, but I was not going to take any chances. Besides, I was enjoying watching her swim.
She reached the end of the pool and turned around doing a back stroke. Her arms efficiently came over her head as she propelled herself through the water. She was wearing an attractive black one-piece with a lot of thigh exposed along with what appeared to be a lot of cleavage showing.
She reached the end, turned around and swam back across while using that same backstroke. I was fascinated as I watched her. There was something about the way she moved in the water that held my gaze.
She reached the end of the pool in the deep end, treading water while panting quietly. I thought she looked over in my direction as though half expecting me. But I wasn’t entirely certain she wasn’t just checking on a noise.
She took a deep breath before jackknifing downward. Bubbles came up as her ass glistened briefly in the dim illumination. It was a nice ass, and I watched as her slender legs came up and she disappeared straight down.
I watched and waited, but she didn’t come up. I kept my eyes on the deep end, but the waters were growing calm. She never came up, and I found myself becoming alarmed.
I was about to rush in to save her when she suddenly appeared in the shallow end, popping up and gasping for breath. She swam the rest of the way to the end of the pool and paused to catch her breath. Then she inhaled deeply before submerging again.
She disappeared, and the surface of the pool settled down again. I watched with interest, wondering how long she could hold her breath. I assumed she was swimming, although I figured it would not take her long to get from one end of the pool to the other. So what was she doing during all that extra time?
I waited until she finally popped up in the deep end panting quietly for breath. She looked all around and then swam back toward the shallow end. I watched as she used those same, smooth strokes. She reached the end of the pool, filled her lungs and submerged again.
I suspected she was heading back toward the deep end. But I suspected she was taking her sweet time about it, perhaps moving slowly along the bottom of the pool. There was no sign of her, and I watched with interest.
I finally slipped inside the gate as she reached the deep end. She didn’t see me walk toward the pool as she took a deep breath and went under. I headed for the shallow end of the pool to meet her once she came back up.
Slipping out of my shoes as I walked towards the shallow end, I sat down and put my feet into the water. Angie never made it all the way to the side. She obviously saw my legs before she got all the way to the side and pulled up.
The water was on her stomach and she walked towards me, using the slow gait that being the water makes you walk at. Then she reached me and, putting one hand on each knee pushed up for a moment and gave me a peck on the cheek before standing up and looking at me. “How long have you been watching?” she asked.
As I started to answer, she reached up and squeeze her hair in her hands, drying it a bit. “I don’t think that I was watching long enough,” I said, “but maybe 15 minutes. Last time, in the hot tub, all we did was stay in there and, later, I wondered if you could swim.”
She looked at me curiously. “Why would you even wonder that?”
“Well sometimes the pool just comes with the house. I’m glad that you can. You cut quite a figure, especially when you do the backstroke and your body points high.” I smiled and gave her a wink as I said it and she smiled back, sort of shyly.
“Thanks.”
“You also seem able to hold your breath for a long time while you’re underwater. Was that your best, or can you push yourself even farther?”
“That’s typical. I can do more but the pool is only so long so I don’t bother. I’ve snorkeled but tend to stay at the top because I like the view better. I’m also a certified diver and so there’s no need to. I enjoy the sensation though so the pool is pretty much the only place I do it.”
“I missed you,” she said.
I was about to say the same when she pushed up on my knees again and this time, when she came down, pulled her suit off of her shoulders, exposing her firm breasts. She left the lower half of her suit on and then began the same, slow, leisurely backstroke as she had before. I watched her go, breasts pointing skyward, and felt myself get hard.
She never submerged and, when she reached the wall, did a slow and graceful racing turn and came back to me at the same leisurely pace. As she passed the pool’s halfway point, as graceful as ever with her hair trialing as she swam, I wondered what to do next, well aware of the hardness that was pressing against the fabric of my pants.
She swam right up to the edge of the pool before standing up with a sly smile. “Are you still wearing those clothes?” she asked with a coy look.
It occurred to me I’d better get out of them before she pulled me into the water and got me wet. But I had to distract her first. “I was just curious what you do on the bottom of the pool for so long. I guess I half expected you to go under.”
“You want to see what I do underwater? Pervert.”
“No, I…” She just laughed as she took a deep breath and submerged.
I started to undress as she rolled over onto her back. She release small dribbles of air as she stayed pretty close to the bottom. She reached the slope and angled downward until she was in the deep end.
I got into the water naked, still watching as she brought her hands up to caress herself. A few bubbles dribbled out of her nose as she erotically touched herself. So that’s what she did to herself down there.
She floated up to the surface, panting quietly as she still caressed herself. She came upright treading water, smiling at me. “That’s better,” she observed. Then she took a deep breath and submerged again, this time swimming on her back underwater toward the shallow end.
She moved with slow, easy strokes, occasionally pausing to touch herself. I watched until she drew close to me. She looked up and blew bubbles in my direction as she caressed her chest. So I decided to put my foot down.
I placed it in her chest, forcing her all the way to the bottom. She reacted unnerved at first, losing a little air. But she settled right down and continued slowly rubbing her hands all over her body, slowly peeling that suit off herself until she was fully exposed.
I was enchanted as I watched her. But I was also feeling a little playful, especially the way she was teasing me like that. So I kept my foot in her chest.
She lost a little burst of air as she reached to move my foot. But I deliberately kept it there, keeping her pinned to the bottom of the pool. Her eyes began to open wider in alarm as she bubbled and grunted. That’s when I relented, removing my foot and allowing her to shoot up to the surface.
“You rat!” she gasped, panting for breath.
“Who me? Innocent little ol’ me?”
“Not so innocent I would say,” she replied, her eyes twinkling.
Angie turned her head away from me for just a moment to see where I’d put all my clothes. Satisfied, she turned back to me. Then she moved away.
She didn’t swim. She just tread water and slowly moved across the pool towards the deep end. I walked after her, keeping pace until walking was too much of an effort.
Her head never went under….God she looked sexy as hell. Then she stopped. She was treading water in the center of the deep end.
I approached her slowly but she held her hand up, making me stop. “You know,” she said, “When I’m with you I’m a million miles away from my husband, my failing marriage…everything. Also, in case you’re wondering, you’re the only one.” I just stayed where I was, not sure what to say.
“Not now, but the last time, I passed out. I could have fought harder, gotten you off, but for some reason I didn’t. I’m not sure why but for some reason I trusted you…and before I blacked out you made me feel better than I have in a long time.”
I nodded, again not sure what to say. I did catch her looking down, almost putting her face in the water. It was obvious that she could see how hard I was.
“But there’s one thing that I have been wondering?” Still treading water, I shrugged and waiting for her to continue.
“Neither of us can touch the bottom so I was wondering if you can take it as you can give it. I don’t have your weight, or height, but I am a good breath-holder. You’ve seen it yourself.”
I started to answer but before I could, Angie was on me. She lunged out and brought her entire weight onto my body. I went under and then we were pressed together, our naked bodies pressed together. We rolled, but she had gotten the upper hand and I was upside down.
Then Angie reached up and closed my legs together with her arms in a tight grip. I tried to get her off but then she was there, her mouth on my cock. It went from hard to rock solid hard as she held me and went back and forth over it.
It was wonderful but then she stopped, just long enough to get her head above water. It only took a second but then she was back and I couldn’t get her off. Suddenly I realized that we’d changed places.
I struggled to get to the surface, but she kept working on me, making my cock twitch as I was forced to hold my breath. It seemed she wasn’t above turning the tables on me and putting me into a similar situation as I put her. I couldn’t quite get to her with my mouth so I used my hand to reach what I could. At least I forced a grunt and a few bubbles out of her mouth.
I don’t know how long I was under before I struggled to shift myself up toward the surface. She was certainly good at holding her breath. I realized I was at a distinct disadvantage if it ever came to a contest as to who could stay down the longest.
Somehow I got my head up enough to get another breath. She wriggled and rolled us until I went back under. I heard her gasp up at the surface before going back to work on my cock.
My sinuses stung, but the longer I was forced to hold my breath, the more the sting seemed to ease. It finally got to where it didn’t bother me whether I was face up or face down. But she was still working on my cock, leaving me able to respond using only my hands.
She finally had to compose herself so she let us go. We both popped up to the surface gasping loudly for breath. She gave me a wicked little smile of pleasure as though the whole damned thing had been fun if not amusing as hell.
“All right – all right; you win,” I relented.
“Do I?” And with that she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me down with her as we kissed. Bubbles trickled out of her nose as her tongue probed a little. And she had no problem whatsoever humping against my hardened manhood.
We kept going until we came together. When we were, I started to the surface but she quickly wrapped her legs around mine, pinning them so I couldn’t get away. I was able to slide one leg over her so she was equally trapped.
Angie grew still and I watched her. She was smiling and her brown hair moved slowly in the water. Despite her exertions, she clearly had a lot of breath left in her and, watching her naked, I still couldn’t believe that she was around 40. She had the sexuality of someone half her age. I was hoping that she felt the same about me.
We stayed that way, slowly sinking until we touched the grate at the deepest part of the deep end. She kept smiling but I saw her chest hitch and watched her breasts move. She was also watching me and no doubt noticed the spasm that passed through my own body. Still, she didn’t relent and so I figured that I couldn’t either.
I had no watch, and neither did she of course. All we had was our two naked bodies, sharing each other. My chest was pounding and I could really feel the need for air. Angie wasn’t twitching but had brought her hand up to cover her mouth and nose. I didn’t…I just steeled myself into proving that I could beat her.
Another minute and we were still locked but I could feel my grip on her loosening. Her legs stayed tight but bubbles started to come out from beneath her hands. Things started to get foggy but she never let go but then I saw her start to lean, or drift backwards. She was slipping away and I went to help her…but there was no strength in me either and we separated, both falling.
Weakly, I reached out and caught her hands and pulled her upright. I saw that her eyes were starting to roll up in her head but she was somehow able to find the bottom and kicked up. Her kick was too weak and she would not have made it up on her own. Luckily, I found my last strength and we held hands, working together to bring ourselves up.
I don’t remember exactly what happened next. It was pretty foggy, but then things cleared up and we were in her master bathroom, showering together to get the chlorine off our bodies.
I asked her if she liked what we had done together in her pool. She smiled as she leaned into me, grinding her ass against my softened manhood. “You make me feel special again,” she breathed
She turned and kissed me, and I kissed her back. Then I took some soap and started lathering her up. She got a handful and did the same to me until our hands were all over each other, soaping and caressing and fondling. It was probably one of the longer showers I’d ever taken.
We dried each other off, both of us all hot and bothered again. Her nipples were hard, and I had started to stiffen again. She smiled as she grabbed me and led me by my private member into the bedroom.
“Are you sure you want to do it in here?” I asked carefully. In response she kissed me deeply. Our passions overcame us as she pulled me onto her body on the bed.
For the next couple of hours our separate worlds were forgotten as we came together. There was no mention of her marriage or my work or what we were doing. There was even no mention of our time out in her swimming pool. It was just two lonely souls drawn together through fateful circumstances. I think deep down we both knew it was wrong on a certain level. But we were too caught up in the passions and desires to think clearly.
We finally wound down before she decided it was probably best for me to leave. We made some small discussion as to how and when we would meet again. We kissed each other tenderly before I left her there, wondering what her husband would do if he ever found out about us… or what he would do if he found out she knew about his mistress.
With a tender kiss goodbye, I left and started to take the several block stroll to where I always parked. My thoughts were muddled by Angie and how she made me feel. I still wasn’t sure if her feelings were 100% real or if I was a partial break, or even revenge, from her husband. One thing was sure, she was living a nice life and someone was providing it.
Back at the house, Angie was thinking the same thoughts although I didn’t know it. She knew that I didn’t have anyone significant in my life, except for her.
My clothes were still a bit damp…I hadn’t dried myself 100%, when I started the ride home. Angie, for her part, undressed on the bed again and began to pleasure herself. She thought backwards, going from the recent shower to their saving each other and back to when he held her under until she passed out.
It was the last one that she thought about the most. She had actually placed her life in the hands of this man who, at the time, she didn’t 100% know. The fact that she did it, allowed it, and took pleasure in it was confusing and arousing all at the same time.
I stopped meeting Angie at her house for a few weeks. We both agreed to take a break from using her house but we still met at the library and coffee shop. When the weather got warmer we began meeting each other again at the lake for late night aquatic meetings.
As it turned out, that was a good idea since, during the interval when I stopped coming to her house, her husband broke it off with his mistress. A distrustful husband, he put a few nanny cams around the house that Angie didn’t even know about. Luckily, we had stopped meeting at her house and there was nothing for him to see.
We swam at the lake a couple of times. But it was not easy getting together. Angie told me she’d detected a change in her husband.
Once we met at the library and I felt a strange unease. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but it might have been Angie. She acted different somehow.
Another time we were out at the lake where we did a little kissing and breath-holding. But again I detected there was something off about Angie. There was nothing concrete or substantial, so I chalked it up to my conscience bothering me over getting together with a married woman.
Our last meeting at the coffee shop Angie came out and told me something wasn’t right with her husband. I asked her what was going on and she told me that was just it… she didn’t know anymore. His habits had changed.
I asked if he was still seeing his mistress and she said she couldn’t be certain anymore. In fact she couldn’t be certain about anything. “Does he know about us?” I finally asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Should we keep meeting like this?”
“I don’t know.” The fact that she couldn’t say yes made me wonder if she was having second thoughts or if her desire for revenge against her husband had run its course.
We both talked and agreed, unhappily, that we needed to cool it for a while. We still sent each other texts, on the sly, and kept it short. I could tell though, despite their brevity, that she indeed wanted to keep seeing me. I was relived because the feeling was mutual.
Several nights later I dropped by unexpectedly. I went in through the locked gate with my key, as usual. I saw Angie in the kitchen, alone, and stood there for 20 minutes, trying to see if she was alone. When I couldn’t take it anymore I tapped softly on the glass. She saw me and rushed to the pool door.
She opened the glass door quickly, with a smile. “I’ve missed you”, she said, “and I’ve missed our time together.”
“Are we alone?” I asked, looking around.
She nodded. “We are, but not for long. My husband’s plane will be landing in about 2 hours and I wouldn’t want to risk anything.” She backed away and I could see her smile-she really had missed me.
“I’ve missed you like you can’t believe Angie. I was really wondering if things were over.”
“I know that I’ve had to cool it, but it couldn’t be helped, but I had no choice. He’s home more often now and won’t tell me what changed with his schedule.”
Before I could respond she pushed me, hard, against the fridge door. Before I do anything she was on me, her hands behind my head and tongue invading me. I let her take charge but when I reached down and then up through her shirt and went for her bra, she backed off.
“I can’t,” she said, “I know that if we get started that I won’t be able to stop and I can’t risk it. Wait until tomorrow and, if you see the signal, go to the lake and not here.” I smiled and slipped out.
After two days I went by and the signal was there. I then went out to the lake and saw her car in the farthest corner of the lot. Parking on the other side, as far away as possible, I went onto the sand and looked for her.
She wasn’t there but, after my eyes fully adjusted to the darkness, I saw her in the middle of the lake, sitting on the wooden platform that was anchored to the bottom. Swimming out there, I saw that she was naked and waiting. Just as I arrived she jumped in and went under. Then Angie surfaced behind me and slicked her hair back and smiled.
We held each other, kissing and holding each other down and away from the air, testing each other as if no time had passed. Eventually, mindful of the time, we swam back to shore and got dressed.
“Wednesday?” Angie asked with a smile. I nodded back and we drove off in our separate directions.
Neither one of us had noticed the car that was parked across the street in the patch that was used for reserve parking.
A part of me couldn’t wait for Wednesday. But a part of me was concerned. Things were shifting… changing. I was no longer in control.
I asked myself if I still wanted to see her. It was possible if not probable she was using me. But I had to admit I liked it, even if I was being taken advantage of. The short answer was yes; I wanted to see her again. But was it safe?
She acted like she knew even less about her husband’s comings and goings than before. That made things a whole lot more uncertain. What if he decided to file for divorce, leaving her high and dry? Was I prepared to take her on if need be? Could I handle it financially?
There were so many questions and so few answers. And right now it seemed as if my cock was doing all the thinking for me. That was never a good thing.
What was I going to do on Wednesday? I was probably going to get in contact with her. But was it the right thing to do? My penis said yes, but my mind wasn’t so sure.
As it turned out, nothing actually happened when Wednesday rolled around. I did my standard drive-by and saw that the signal to meet wasn’t there. I didn’t hear from her the next day either but I did get a text early Friday morning.
“Sorry about the other day, and I wasn’t blowing you off yesterday. It just wasn’t safe. He’s hanging around more and more but he’s moody and I don’t want to take chances.”
I looked at the text again and saw that it had arrived fifteen minutes ago so I texted back “Tonight?” She didn’t say anything, but a smiley face came back.
It seemed to take forever after I got home for the sun to go down, but it eventually set and I decided to get ready. Just to be safe I went to her house first all the same and the signal was there. Feeling myself get hard, I drove away quickly to the lake.
In the same spot as before, I saw her silver Mercedes. I took a spot far away, just as I had done last time. Walking down the sand to the beach I saw her on the mounted raft.
Even in the dark I could see her in profile. She was sitting there, leaning far back on her palms, legs crossed, looking at the stars. I didn’t say anything to alert her to my presence but, just before I started out, I thought I saw her turn her head in my direction.
I never made it to the raft. 3/4 of the way there I bumped into her. She had slipped off the raft and swam out to meet me. She had done it slowly because I could see that, except for the very tips, her brownish hair was standing up, nice and dry.
“I was hoping that you’d come,” she said with a smile.
“Why?” I asked playfully. But then I saw a serious look in her eyes.
“I wanted to tell you in person that I’ve decided to leave my husband. I might need to hide for a bit and was hoping that you’d help me.”
I just nodded in silence and she slowly moved forward. I put out my arms to embrace her, trying to be there only for her but well aware of how hard I was under the water. But in the next instant it all changed.
There was an explosion from behind her, water shooting everywhere as whatever it was came up from behind her. Angie was pulled back and before she could cry out or react I saw someone’s right arm come around and wrap itself around her neck in such a crushing grip that I could feel it myself. Then she was pulled under.
I went to help her, and thought I saw her left hand break the surface. But then I felt my arms being pulled back. From the way they were held, it was obvious that two people had come up silently from behind and each had a hold of one of my arms.
They didn’t drag me under though. I was held in place and saw bubbles and water being sloshed around from Angie’s struggles against whoever had her.
Totally locked where I was, I just watched helplessly when Angie’s face broke through the surface. There was terror in her eyes, which were partially obscured by her wet hair, as she breathed heavily and was pulled down, but not under. Someone had a good hold on her and was deliberately keeping her where, if she tilted her head back as far as she could, she could keep her mouth and nose above the waterline.
“Help me!!” she gasped into the air, the cry obviously directed at me. Then I saw a few bubbles come up from beside her. She struggled for over a minute like that, still just barely able to keep her face above water, when I saw more bubbles. But nobody, nothing, ever came up out of the water.
I tried to get free but I was held tightly by the two men behind me. “Did you really think that you’d get away with this, you and your friend…who happens to be married to a very important friend of ours?”
I didn’t know what to say but then, from my right, a small canister appeared and was pushed into my mouth. It was one of those small air tanks that I had seen here and there on TV. “That’s so you can see her some more,” the voice said. Then I was yanked under.
They held me down and I was forced to look in front of me. In the clear water, with a full moon, I could see everything perfectly. There was a man in full scuba gear who was holding Angie at the surface. He saw me and, in the next instant, changed his grip and pulled Angie under the water.
I watched as the two of them sank downward until she and I were eye to eye, about 5 feet away from the surface. She was held from behind around the middle by her attacker, totally naked, struggling for the top. Angie reached out for me but she was at least a foot too far away.
She had a terrified look in her eyes which was there, and then obscured by her brown hair swished everywhere, then visible again as she struggled. She was only held around the middle but the man was at least 6 inches taller and didn’t seem to have any trouble keeper her wherever he wanted her to be.
I wanted to help Angie…who I finally admitted to myself that she was a woman I loved, but I was held to tightly. Then she was allowed by her captor to rise up to the surface. I lost sight of her face as it went into the air but, after 10 seconds or so, she was pulled back under and made to face me again.
She tried to break out of his grasp, but he was much too strong. She tried flailing for the surface above, but was unable to break free. Then she tried reaching out in my direction. But I was kept just out of reach.
I breathed from the canister in my mouth, wondering what was going to happen next. My heart hammered in my chest as a feeling of intense anxiety swept over me. Something told me this wasn’t going to end well.
I half expected him to allow her back up to the surface again just like last time. Maybe their purpose was to teach us a lesson. At least that’s what I hoped it was. I didn’t want to consider anything else.
Angie became more animated as the diver held her in his grasp. Bubbles started slipping out of her mouth as she kicked and struggled. Her hair swirled around her eyes as she looked at me with a panicked expression.
I tried to break free from the divers holding onto me. But it was two against one, and I had no leverage. My anxiety for her safety swelled as her lungs began to heave, anxious grunts coming from her.
Once more she began to flail for the surface, kicking and struggling. He held on tightly, not allowing her to rise back up. Then I saw him nod at the divers holding onto me.
He brought an arm around Angie’s waist, holding on tight. Then with a quick motion he pushed into her stomach. Her eyes flew open in surprise as she coughed up bubbles, her hands flying up as though trying to keep her mouth closed.
I watched as Angie continued to struggle in her attackers grip. Like myself, her struggles didn’t get her any closer to the surface. Then, in what I guess was an act of pure cruelty, the canister was taken from my mouth and given to Angie.
She was allowed to take a single breath but, as she did so, her attacker let her go and changed his grip. As the canister was given back to me he took his arms off of her midsection and then put his hands under her arms from behind and locked his hands behind her head. Then she was turned so that we could look directly into each other’s eyes.
She stared right at me, reaching out for me. She almost made it but tauntingly out of reach. She was free to swim away, if she cold, and she pulled with her arms and kicked with her legs. But her arms were too restrained to be of any use and her legs, though free were not strong enough to lift up both her and her attacker.
I watched as she continued to struggle, flailing, shaking her head and her hair. Our eyes lost contact as she turned her head up to get some air but she was too far and didn’t have the strength. I looked down at those beautiful toned legs of hers and watched as her frantic kicking slowed until she could barely move them anymore.
Angie was brought down a bit so that we were eye to eye again. I watched as her fingers reached up, as if that would help her. Her cheeks were bulging out, the CO2 in her lungs putting pressure on her.
Though she tried to cover her mouth, she couldn’t reach her mouth with her hands. They bulged out further and then she couldn’t hold onto her air anymore and it all exploded out of her mouth. A high pitched scream came out with her air and with the little strength she had left she reached for the bubbles, as if that could help.
I don’t know how long it went on but her upper body slowed and then her head went back and rested on the shoulder of her attacker. I lost sight of her eyes, which were open but going dim as she lost consciousness. I was allowed to look at her a little longer and then she was brought to the surface.
Another minute, maybe 2, passed and then I was released. The three of them left as quickly as they had come. I never saw Angie sink down so I went to the surface and saw her on the raft.
Angie’s body was sprawled out, her naked breasts pointing skyward. I checked her although I knew that she wasn’t breathing. Her heart was silent in her chest and I knew that she was gone.
Even though she was gone, she was still beautiful. I was repulsed at myself as I felt myself getting a bit aroused. I took a long look at my Angie and tried to decide what she’d like me to do and how I was going to handle this situation.
I looked at Angie’s naked body for the longest time, trying to sort things out in my mind. But I couldn’t see any way out of my predicament. How was I to prove three men had come out here and attacked us in scuba gear, drowning her while leaving me alive to tell the tale?
We had obviously been followed, either that or her husband had figured out we were meeting out here. He must have set this up somehow. But proving it was going to be a much more difficult proposition.
Right now I was here with her body. Even if I sent it to the bottom of the lake, there was a good chance she was going to be discovered. And I was probably going to be indicted for murder, attempting to get rid of my mistress by drowning her.
I sat there looking at her body while trying to pursue the problem from every angle. But there appeared to be no way out. Then I looked at her and something occurred to me.
I swam back to shore, got her keys and looked around in her vehicle. I found some rope in the trunk, along with the jack for raising the car to fix a flat. I checked the weight and thought it might be enough.
Inside her vehicle, I “borrowed” a couple of seatbelts. I opened the hood and removed the battery. Then I swam it all back out to the wooden raft.
I worked on tying our legs together with one of the seatbelts. Then I secured the jack and the battery with the rope. It had to weigh enough and stay attached.
I tied her wrists behind her back. Then I made a loop to secure mine once I was ready. There was only one thing left to do.
I began caressing her, touching her all over until I could feel myself getting hard. I slid into her pussy before using the other seatbelt to secure us together chest to chest. Then I slid my wrists into the loop and secured myself as tightly as I could. Now I was tied to her.
I took a deep breath, my heart beating fast. This was a crazy thing to do, but I saw no other way out. Perhaps this would put the focus back on her husband.
“I’m sorry, Angie,” I breathed softly, kissing her dead lips. “I’m coming, honey. Perhaps this way we can be together forever.” Then I rolled our bodies off the edge of the raft, pulling the battery and jack in with us.
The weight worked as I’d designed it, taking us all the way to the bottom. It got cold and dark all around me. But I was hard inside her as my lungs began to burn.
Maybe this wasn’t going to work at all. Maybe I had miscalculated. But it was the only avenue I saw left to me. Hopefully I’d secured myself well enough to make the cops think someone else had done it.
It wasn’t long until my lungs were on fire. I needed another breath; I needed to surface. In panic I instinctively started thrashing about. That’s when my cock went off inside Angie as I swallowed water.
I began to buck and shudder as I inhaled water into my lungs. It hurt like hell; I was frightened out of my wits. At least I knew now what her last few moments had felt like. Maybe I felt I owed it to her to experience them for myself. Then something exploded in my head, bringing my conscious time with Angie to an end…
EPILOGUE:
Her husband called the cops all right. They had to send divers down to find us. We were tied together long enough to create suspicion.
He tried to put the blame on his associates, those scuba killers? But they decided to lie their asses off. They said at the end they couldn’t do it and had chosen to let us go, telling the cops it was all her husband’s doing. This way they made it appear as though he’d come out to do the deed himself and had improvised.
There was quite a trial, with a lot of conflicting evidence. But his affair was discovered along with his attempts to have us followed. In the end there was plenty of circumstantial evidence, certainly enough to make it look like he wanted us dead. He was convicted of second degree murder and given 20 years to life…
© 2016 (written Nov 12 ’16 by Carolyn and Riwa)