He had it all recorded. She had no idea he’d hooked up a little camera to watch her pool. But that little decision coupled with his secret installation had paid off.
He watched the recording of her latest fuck having just ended a few minutes ago. It was some guy he didn’t recognize. Bamboo had told her he was the only one in her life. But that had proved to be a bald-faced lie.
Naturally the camera was topside and wasn’t able to record everything. It didn’t capture what had transpired underwater. But it didn’t really need to. There was clearly enough evidence to indicate she was guilty as sin.
He thought about it for a long moment, unsure just how to feel. He was a jealous man, wanting her all to himself. Maybe he should have been more suspicious from the very beginning when she’d admitted to having fucked many men before he’d entered the picture.
She’d told him she’d fallen in love and was giving up her past. But apparently she had not been successful in purging her promiscuous ways from her system. This latest recording indicated her recent rendezvous in the water had probably been repeated many times in the past.
He got into his vehicle and drove over. He was going to have it out with Bamboo. He was going to tell her it was over. He was going to beg her to stop her promiscuous ways. He was going to… hell, he didn’t know what the hell he was going to do!
It was late at night, but according to the camera she was still in the water, no doubt luxuriating from her recent fuck. Her colorful bikini had returned, the one he was rather fond of. Why had she even bothered putting it back on? Did she suspect he might drop in on her? After all, he’d told her he might be coming over after his late shift had ended.
He pulled up in her driveway and shut off the engine. Once more he pulled up the view of the camera on his iPhone. She was still outside in her back yard.
He sighed as he got out of the car. He tried the front door and found it was unlocked. But he supposed it had to be if she was entertaining all those men underwater who came over.
Why did it have to be in her backyard pool? It was where he loved fucking her the most. It felt like an even greater betrayal.
He emerged into the back yard. She was standing there drying herself off. She jerked with a start when she saw him. Was that an expression of guilt she was trying to disguise?
“Evening, Pascal. It got late so I went for a swim without you.”
He stood there in silence, his anger building. He looked at the water and his mind was immediately filled with the images on his iPhone of her recent conquest. He could only imagine just how much she’d probably enjoyed herself.
“Pascal? Is anything wrong?” Again, he didn’t answer. He didn’t know what to say and was afraid the first thing out of his mouth would be something he would later regret.
“Honey, it’s getting late and I’m kind of tired. Maybe we can put off fucking until some other night. Would you like to come inside for a few minutes? I can fix you a drink before you go.”
Again he said nothing. He felt numb all over. He could only imagine how her body must have reacted to having been recently fucked in her backyard pool… fucked by someone other than him.
Bamboo became indignant. “Look, I don’t know what’s gotten into you tonight. Maybe you want to fuck. I’m sorry, but I’m tired. Could we try for tomorrow night?”
Was she putting him off? Was she telling him when and where – and who – she was willing to fuck? It made the rage inside him start to swell.
“I’m going inside,” she told him somewhat defiantly. But as she started to walk past he grabbed her and flung her into the water. She hit with a splash and came up sputtering.
“Are you fucking crazy?? What the hell’s the matter with you??” Again he said nothing. But he numbly began to undress right there in front of her.
“Pascal, what are you doing? I told you ‘not tonight’, ok? I’m sorry, but I’m all worn out. I had a really long day.”
“I’ll just bet you did.” They were the first words out of his mouth.
“Now what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
She angrily climbed out of the water and stood up, only for him to grab her and throw her back into the pool. She let out a cry before she hit with a splash. Once more she came up sputtering.
“Damnit, Pascal! I said ‘not tonight’! Are you deaf or something??”
He walked naked down the steps into the water. She eyed him defiantly. Inwardly she felt a mixture of arousal and alarm.
“Damnit, Pascal, I said…” That was all she got out before he viciously submerged her. Bubbles spewed out of her mouth and nose before she came back up.
“That’s great! That’s just fucking great! You think you can make me? Damnit, Pascal, I…”
Once more he forced her down into the water. This time he submerged to join her. She bubbled indignantly as she struggled in his grasp.
It occurred to her he seemed furious about something. Did he know about the man she’d just had over? She thought she’d hidden that from him pretty well.
She tried to surface, but he grabbed her by the throat. She cried out as she struggled again. What the hell was wrong with him??
She tried to reach for the surface. But he jerked her back under with her. Now he was fumbling with her top, working it loose. Damn! He’d never been this aggressive before!
With her top floating away he forced her head down to his dick. It was becoming erect. It was also the last thing she wanted after the fuck she’d enjoyed earlier.
‘Maybe if I suck him off he’ll go away,’ she thought resentfully. Reluctantly she took him into her mouth. All those erotic feelings she always encountered underwater began to return, even though she’d already recently fucked in her pool.
She took him into her mouth like a good girl. But he forced her to take it deeper. She almost gagged as he grabbed her by the back of her head and fucked her skull.
He fucked her face good and hard until he let her go. She shot up to the surface and gasped for breath, spewing obscenities. That’s when he forced her back down.
She winced with his hard cock staring at her. She didn’t like him this way, not in the slightest. Once more it made her wonder if maybe he knew about her extracurricular activities.
She tried to show a little enthusiasm. Maybe if she made him cum he might leave her alone. Maybe all he wanted was a release.
She sucked him underwater the way she knew he liked it. But his hand was in her hair, making her take it down her gullet. She didn’t really like that, although she had to admit to a certain level of arousal at being forced like this.
A moment later he was cumming in her mouth. She tasted it and couldn’t help getting aroused by being forced to take his load. She was still pissed off at him. But she decided to forgive him this one time.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth, his cum swirling out and creaming the water. Maybe that would be the end of it. She was turned on though as her nipples were extremely hard. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all.
She thought that was it as she started to head for the surface. He just grabbed her and jerked her back down with him. Then he pulled her bottoms off. Now she was really indignant.
He bent her over and entered her from behind. It was a raw, savage underwater fuck she would have enjoyed under any other circumstances. But she was pissed at him for forcing himself on her like this.
He grabbed her hips and started pumping her. Damn; he was being forceful! What the hell had made him like this? Once more she wondered if perhaps he knew about her indiscretions. But how the hell could he know??
He gave it to her good and hard. Pascal must have had a lot of pent-up energy. Maybe he’d gone through a bad day and needed a good fuck. But did he have to be so rough with her??
He savagely squeezed her breasts, more aggressively than he had ever squeezed them before. She liked it a little; she was definitely turned on by the encounter. But something about it felt off.
Pascal fucked his girlfriend with a savagery he had not thought possible. She had certainly sucked well, and her pussy was clenching wonderfully. But it was as though he’d become someone else.
He grabbed her hair and fucked her with a fervor. Amazingly his cock was still hard. Could it be from the rage he was trying to suppress?
Bamboo tried to lift her head up to the surface for another breath. But he wasn’t letting her up. He knew she liked to push herself underwater before she came. But did he have to cut it so damned close??
Bamboo grunted and bubbled as her lungs began to burn. She really needed another breath. What the hell was wrong with him?? Didn’t he realize she was almost out of air??
He pounded her hard, a hand firmly entangled in her hair. She started grunting and bubbling in growing alarm. She really needed another breath! What the hell was the matter with him??
“No, damn you! Let me up, you big lummox!” But he refused to allow her head to come up for another breath. Her lungs were on fire, her chest heaving ominously. If he didn’t let her up soon she was going to cum and drown!
“Pascal; NO!!” A moment later she swallowed a little water. Bamboo jerked as she inhaled a mouthful down her windpipe.
She gurgled as she thrashed about, fully impaled on his cock. Her hair flew every which way as she started coughing up bubbles. Her pussy clenched until she shuddered in orgasm.
Bamboo was dimly aware of Pascal shooting another load deep into her pussy. Her body reacted with another shudder of pleasure. But her lungs hurt as she tried to scream without success.
Her senses were shutting down as her vision began to dim. He was still fucking her, violently fucking her. She trembled as stray muscles fired while an occasional bubble was fucked out of her flooded lungs.
She felt herself fading away. She could no longer move; she was at the mercy of her boyfriend and his hard, throbbing cock. But he didn’t seem the least bit interested in stopping. Then her vision failed as oblivion mercifully claimed her.
He kept on fucking her long after she’d stopped moving. With his head above water he was getting all the air he needed. Strangely she was acting as though she didn’t need it for herself anymore.
He pulled out of her and turned her around. “Fucking bitch!” he thought angrily. Then he angrily put a foot in her chest, forcing her to the bottom.
He got out of the pool and used a nearby towel to partially dry himself off. Then he got dressed and left the back yard. He didn’t even bother looking back to see whether she had surfaced or not.
The next day he learned his girlfriend had been found at the bottom of her pool. He wondered if it was one of her other lovers. It made him feel sad.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen her. He remembered being in a rage and thinking he’d gone over to have it out with her. But he honestly couldn’t remember if he’d fucked her or not. In his fury his mind had simply blocked it out.
The cops would eventually find the camera and would start making inquiries as to who it belonged to.
2018 (written Nov 15 ’18 by riwa)
(Inspired by the Sex underwater pictures from the clip Not Tonight, Honey which are included for illustration purposes only.)