I fumbled around with his belt and pants undoing them, unleashing his hard cock. I guided it towards my legs, rubbing the tip against my wetness befor... pulling him off my neck and into a hard kiss. His burning desire took hold and he forcefully penetrated me with one thrust, kissing me hard. We used the wall of the shed as a brace and I lifted myself up, wrapped my legs around him allowing him slide in deeper. Each time he thrust into me he hit the perfect spot, fuelling my lust. Our kisses. Having thoroughly rashed my legs they stung as the chlorine washed over the tiny abrasions from the friction. My eyes watered. I lifted myself onto the float and blew on the red blotches...he Looked down at them, kissed them softly, pulled my bathing suit to the side and ran his tongue up my length...I Laid back wrapped my legs around his head and held onto the side of the pool. Our wall of floats saving us from being seen. He lapped me up even with the burns on my legs it felt so good. I shook. I emerged up the escalator from the tube and made my way to Exit 3 – the one that leads up to Lower Regent Street – full of hope and doubt. I prayed that I wasn’t going to be feeling foolish in twenty minutes time, and worried about how long I should wait if she wasn’t there.I reached the bottom of the steps that led up to where the rest of London rushed about with their lives. She wasn’t there. Wasn’t stood in the same place where we had last kissed, the last place where she had filled my. This started becoming a practice. We would sit next to each other on the sofa and watch a movie till late at night, after which she used to go home.One night while she was scanning through my list of movies, she saw a movie called ‘Open Marriage.’ She asked me what is it about. I said it may not be appropriate for both of us to watch together as it a story of couples swapping.The minute I said it, she had a spark in her eyes. She said it is just a movie, what is wrong, etc. So finally she.