“Swimming pool”, my hubby whispered in my ears and I stood up taking my purse with me and made my way around the tables, headed for the swimming p...ol. He followed me. When we reached to the swimming pool, I saw that no one is there for swimming in the afternoon. He pushed the door of changing room open and we stepped inside, setting my purse on the counter I turned around towards my hubby. We stood there just looking at each other; I could feel a tingling sensation in my pussy, letting me know. “Well, for starters,” I replied, “you don’t have on a wedding band. Second, you’re strikingly beautiful and I would find it hard to believe you made it to thirty without attracting the eye of a man or two…” “Thirty five,” Alisa remarked, correcting my age guess. “…And you dress to impress…” I finished off. I could tell she appreciated the compliments by the smile that eased across her face. “ ...And you’re married,” Alisa remarked, looking down at the gold band on my left hand. “Yes, I am,” I. Miss Marie ordered me to stand up (her voice being a bit hesitant, feeling awkward ... which to be honest made me feel better) and to place my hands behind my head. At that point I realized that people in their car outside might get a glimpse of me, maybe at railroad crossings (Texas has so many of them) and it turned me on. The age difference also turned me as I felt sexy that Miss Marie would be interested in using me, a woman twice her age. I also felt some humiliation, having to obey. His jeans were almost painted on, so tight was the look of the denim as it it hugged his obviously huge cock. I could see his cock pulsate beneath the denim bondage as he smiled at me. His teeth were perfect white and symmetrical straight. His eyes were deep brown and soulful as he looked lustfully at my lingerie clad slut body, which was about to become the property of his enormous cock.I could feel my pussy tingle with excitement as I stared at the alpha male. I was biting my bottom lip.