Swimming Romance

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My husband and I didn't have a good relationship, and our sex life wasn't harmonious either. Therefore, over the years, we've each had our own lives and social circles.

Actually, our feelings for each other weren't that weak, but aside from other aspects, we considered each other like family.

Our decision at the time was to save face for both sets of parents, so it was just a formality of marriage.

Or, during the period when my boyfriend, whom I often publicly acknowledged, decided to break up, I didn't know how to face this unfamiliar life.

Fortunately, my best friend was always there for me. She had also had several unhappy relationships and is now married, though her life before marriage was quite eventful.

During that time, I was grateful for her guidance. Now it seems my girlfriend was vibrant before marriage and devoted after, while I was naive before marriage and "fulfilled" after.

But let's get back to this story.

B is a friend I met when I was learning to swim. I could never swim, and every time I went on vacation, I envied those who could swim, while I could only wear a lifebuoy and be an inflatable toy floating on the water.

Therefore, my girlfriend volunteered to teach me to swim. Having her teach me made things much easier. If a guy were teaching, there would always be some physical contact. If I didn't feel anything for a certain guy, I definitely wouldn't want him touching my body.

My girlfriend quickly arranged the time and place. The swimming pool was quite far from my place, which was something I specifically requested. Who wouldn't have a little bit of anticipation, hoping for a romantic encounter with a handsome guy?

So it couldn't be too close to my place. A one-night stand is the end of two intersecting lines, never to meet again.

On the first day, my girlfriend took me through basic underwater breath-holding training, and I even tried swimming a few times. It felt pretty good, maybe because I really wanted to learn seriously this time, so I wasn't too scared.

"Mia, are you okay here alone? I need to go to the restroom," my girlfriend said, turning to me.

"Sure, no problem, I should be able to," I smiled sweetly at my girlfriend. " Be careful,

" my girlfriend said, swaying her pretty hips as she walked towards the women's changing room.

I was left alone, and I turned back to look at the swimming pool. I had been practicing with her and hadn't noticed how many people were in the pool.

A few boys and girls were playing around in the distance. A short distance to my left, another handsome boy was swimming freestyle.

Looking at his tall, muscular physique, toned abs, taut calves, and broad shoulders, he exuded masculinity. He was swimming and couldn't see me, so I couldn't help but glance at him a few more times.

"I should practice my strokes," I muttered to myself.

Holding my breath, I made a few random strokes and started to get a feel for it. I could float and move slightly forward.

"Splash..." A sudden spray of water filled my vision, my legs went weak, and I felt myself sinking.

I panicked, realizing I was drowning. I started struggling, splashing water frantically, but I couldn't pull myself up.

Instead, it felt like more water was entering my mouth, and a growing sense of helplessness filled my mind; my hands seemed to have no strength left. I began to despair. Where was my girlfriend? Was there anyone else who could help me?

Suddenly, a pair of hands grabbed me and pulled me out of the water. Soon, I felt my back against something hard.

One of the hands moved to my back and gently patted me. I started coughing violently, desperately spitting out water. His other hand moved to my abdomen and began gently massaging it.

I felt much better. Realizing someone had saved me, I turned around and saw it was the handsome guy who had been swimming freestyle.

His long hair was wet, and his face was slightly flushed from coughing so much after almost drowning. The moment I turned to look at him, our eyes met, and he seemed a little lost in thought.

His hand was still gently massaging my abdomen. As I turned to the side, his hand landed on my prominent chest.

He didn't realize his massage position had changed and was still staring at me.

"Are you alright?"

"Thank you, I feel much better." The slow pressure on my chest made me a little dazed, almost causing me to groan.

"Ah, sorry, it wasn't intentional." He realized he'd massaged the wrong spot, looking very embarrassed, quickly withdrawing his hand, his face flushed red.

"That jerk, he kept going even though he was massaging the wrong spot! Didn't he feel anything? Was he faking it?"

I thought, both angry and ashamed. But as I looked at him more closely, I found him increasingly handsome.

"It's okay, it's okay, thank you for saving me," I said sincerely.

I was still a little weak and leaned on him. His hand left my chest, but I felt something slowly hardening on his full buttocks. As a married woman, I knew instinctively that the handsome young man was erect.

"Looks like I'm still quite charming," I joked.

The handsome man became even more shy, lowered his head, and moved away from me, but I still leaned on his shoulder.

"Mia, are you alright?" My girlfriend's voice came from behind me.

"I'm fine, this gentleman saved me."

"Oh, it's you, B."

It turned out that Mr. B was my girlfriend's colleague at the same company. My girlfriend began to introduce us.

"Thank goodness B saved me, you know, the feeling of choking on water was terrifying," I said, still shaken.

"Really? No wonder you two were so intimate," my girlfriend knew my story, so she didn't introduce me as a married woman in public.

“B used to be on the swimming team in junior high, but he gave up swimming competitions to prepare for college. Among us amateurs, he’s the most outstanding in his field,”

my girlfriend said, still sizing us up with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Wow, you’re amazing, Mr. B. By the way, let me introduce myself. My name is Mia, and she’s my good friend. Thank you so much for earlier,” I said, initiating a conversation with Mr. B.

Perhaps my girlfriend hadn’t noticed our earlier flirtatious interaction, and Mr. B didn’t want to bring it up, but his gaze held a hint of amusement.

“It’s nothing, it’s my duty. Of course, I should help a beautiful woman in danger,” Mr. B said, very refined and generous.

“Then I’ll treat you to dinner later,” I suddenly had an idea.

“What am I supposed to do? I’ve worked so hard teaching you and you won’t even treat me to dinner,” my girlfriend exclaimed dramatically. “Look how pitiful I am! I have to go back to see my deadbeat boyfriend later, while you get to be with a handsome guy!”

“You rascal! Is your boyfriend still a deadbeat? You’re the one who wanted me and abandoned me,” I scolded playfully.

"Alright, alright, you two go ahead," my girlfriend said to me, feigning impatience. Before leaving, she secretly winked at me. "That's nice,"

I knew that was what she meant.

"I know a nice Western restaurant nearby, New International. I'll treat you there." Since she saved me, I naturally had to offer to invite her.

"Then I'll gladly accept, Miss Mia," B said, still staring intently, his tone gentle, his eyes holding something unreadable.

"Just call me Mia," I said. I still wasn't used to guys staring at me. Luckily, it was late, so her blushing wasn't visible.

Dinner included steak and red wine. Slightly tipsy, I felt a little dizzy, so B suggested we take a walk in the nearby Central Park.

A gentle autumn breeze blew, and I felt a little chilly walking along the park path. B noticed and considerately took off his coat and draped it over me.

I glanced at him, feeling a warmth in my heart; Mr. B was indeed a kind man.

"Mia, I have a lot of jazz CDs at my place, interested in listening together?" B's magnetic voice rang out again.

I gradually began to understand B's intentions. To go or not to go? Going might lead to something, or nothing might happen. It was better to decline

for now. "It's getting late, it's not convenient to go to your place," I said, leaving myself some leeway and creating a possibility.

"It's okay, Mia. I live alone anyway," Mr. B immediately caught the bait.

"Okay then," I replied, blushing, not knowing if he noticed.

Sometimes I hate that I blush. Because no matter when, as long as I'm slightly excited or shy, I easily blush.

It's the same after drinking. More than one guy has said that being with me is comfortable and gives him a sense of accomplishment, because seeing my slightly blushing and shy face is exciting.

So sometimes when I blush, I often recall that dramatic scream and the shock, which only makes me blush more.

Mr. B's place is spacious. It's obviously very stylish. The room is very clean.

"Do you have a housekeeper? The room is so clean," I asked curiously.

"No, I'm used to cleaning myself."

"That's impressive! I've seen a lot of guys with messy rooms." I regretted saying that immediately; it meant I'd seen a lot of guys' rooms.

"Like my brother, his room is a mess," I quickly tried to smooth things over.

"I understand, I understand, I'm used to keeping it clean myself. Mia, would you like some more sake?" B said, walking towards the liquor cabinet.

"Still drinking? Didn't you drink enough just now? Or do you have some ulterior motive?"

Uh… I wanted to cover my face. The alcohol seemed to have already made my head spin. I don't know if it was because he massaged my chest at the pool that afternoon or what, but I felt he wasn't so unfamiliar anymore, and I let my guard down.

"A little bit, a different flavor," B didn't turn on the living room light, but stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, extending his hand holding a glass of sake.

The spotlights in the foyer cast a soft, ambiguous glow.

"Hmm..." I walked to the window and we admired the night view together.

"This sake is nice, not too strong." I took a sip; it tasted quite pleasant.

After a sip of sake, I trembled slightly. Although the taste was good, the alcohol made me a little dizzy.

B's right hand rested on my shoulder, naturally beginning to massage me.

I flashed back to the scene with A during the off-road race—his strength, his thrusts.

Hmm, I really wanted to have sex with another guy in a guy's house. Was that going too far? I thought to myself, looking down.

"Mia, I'm sorry about this afternoon. I didn't mean to," Mr. B had definitely brought it up on purpose. I

looked up. "It's okay. I know you wanted to make me feel better. I don't mind." "

You're so open-minded. Don't you even mind if a strange guy touches you?" B teased, his eyes still mischievous. "You're so annoying.

How could I?" I lightly raised my left hand and slapped him.

B smiled silently, placing both hands on my shoulders and beginning to massage me.

"You're really good at massage," I asked curiously.

"Yes, the swimming team doctor used to massage and relax my muscles, so I learned it too," Mr. B's deep voice came from behind me.

This scene reminded me of Mr. A in the off-road vehicle. That time we had sex was the first time I'd had a relationship with another man after marriage, the first time a strange penis had entered my vagina, a vagina that originally belonged only to my husband.

That time was intense and stimulating, giving me several orgasms.

I was still thinking about the scene with Mr. A, a little distracted. I felt a little bit of lubrication between my legs.

B continued slowly, "I heard you've just started learning to swim. Don't be too busy at first, or your arm muscles will be very sore. And your abdominal muscles too."

"Ah, it hurts a little," Mr. B's hands were already gently pressing on my back. He had just hit a sore spot; it must be what he said, soreness from overexertion during swimming.

“See, I told you so. These sore spots actually mean your muscles are getting a workout, which is good,”

B said, moving his hands to my waist and gently pressing.

“It’s a little itchy,” I laughed.

“It should be quite sore here,” B ignored me and continued pressing relentlessly. Sure enough, he found a sore spot after a while.

“Uh, it’s a little sore,” I shuddered, bending slightly forward. This was the feeling of my buttocks hitting a firm spot. Mr. B was erect again, I thought.

“Looks like I still have some charm,” I teased again.

B’s deep voice sounded a lot like A’s, but also different.

“Mia, of course you’re very charming,” Mr. B said, his hands pressing on my waist, not letting my buttocks leave his erect penis.

“You’re so annoying, staring at me makes me uncomfortable,” I said coquettishly.

“Mia, you’re very beautiful. I’m really sorry about this afternoon,” B brought up the afternoon incident again, making my heart flutter.

“So how are you going to make it up to me? I even treated you to dinner to thank you for saving my life, and you pinched me so hard!” I decided to let go of my defenses.

“Let me massage you again, this time gently.” Before he finished speaking, Mr. B’s hand was already on my chest, massaging.

“I haven’t agreed yet, ah, ah, slower, it feels good, mmm…

mmm…” Mr. B’s massage was completely different from Mr. A’s. It was very gentle and very comfortable.

His fingertips began to play with my nipples through the skin, gently flicking them with a slightly high frequency, while his palm slowly pressed against my breasts, waves of pleasure coming from my nipples.

“Does it feel good?” Mr. B asked mischievously.

“Mmm, mmm…” I was a little shy and embarrassed to answer him.

“Then let’s be more direct.” As he spoke, Mr. B’s hand slipped through my t-shirt and bra, reaching my breasts.

The warm touch made my erect nipples even tighter. My body tensed up a little, my back pressed against his pectoral muscles, my buttocks staring at his hard penis.

“Relax, Mia,” Mr. B comforted me, while one hand slid down to my shorts.

"No, it's too fast," I said, a little shy, barely managing to resist.

"Just a massage to help you relax," he said. Perhaps this clumsy excuse lowered my guard, and I let his hands pull off my shorts.

"You're not wearing underwear?" B asked, surprised.

"I forgot to bring any when I went swimming, and I didn't want to wear dirty underwear, so I didn't wear any when I changed," I explained.

To my surprise, B knelt down in front of me, his hands still massaging my breasts. His head was pressed close to my genitals.

I was a little confused. Although I had heard of men giving women oral sex, my husband thought it was dirty and had never done it for me.

Besides, Mr. A's stimulation was always quick and easy. Oral sex was a first for me. Mr.

B's breath hit my pubic hair, and I started to feel my body heat up. I put my hands on his shoulders and started stroking his head.

A soft patch of skin pressed against my genitals, kissing back and forth on my pubic hair. I started to feel my vagina secreting lubrication. Mr.

B's tongue began to tentatively touch my vulva, the wet feeling, licking over my pubic hair, sliding towards my labia.

"Ah...ah..." I moaned, Mr. B's hands were still squeezing my breasts. I started to get used to the rhythm and hoped he could go faster.

"Ah..." The increasingly stimulating pleasure came from my breasts, and I reached behind my back to unhook my bra.

"Your breasts are so big," Mr. B said indistinctly while licking my pubic hair.

My breasts, now free, gave Mr. B more room to work. The movements became larger and larger, and my breasts began to deform.

I looked at the night view outside the window and looked down to see my breasts being squeezed into various shapes by Mr. B's hands. His tongue went between my labia and began to lick. This scene made my lower body even wetter.

“Mia, you have so much water.”

“Ah, ah…” I was speechless, only able to moan to express my shame.

B picked me up and put me on the sofa, and soon we were naked together.

His penis was a little curved, not long, but quite thick. I didn’t touch his huge penis. B spread my legs, held his penis with his right hand, and kneaded my breasts with his left hand, looking at me with a smile.

“Mia, do you want to go in?”

I was a little annoyed and embarrassed, and gently hit him.

His penis was pressed against my vaginal opening, but it didn’t go in, it slowly slid in.

“Mia, you have so much water.” The annoying penis and glans still didn’t enter my vagina, but the pleasure was already making me unable to control myself.

I gently pushed my lower body and took his penis in. “I hate you, you’re so annoying.” I was even more embarrassed.

He started to thrust. The clear sound of wetness, splashing and splashing. His two testicles hit my buttocks, crisp and loud.

“You’re so amazing, you’re so big, it feels so good.” I started to moan.

B's thrusts were powerful and intense, quickly bringing me to orgasm.

"You're not wearing a condom?" I suddenly realized.

"It's okay, I'm clean."

The intense pleasure had numbed my thinking; I stopped considering that question.

Ah, ahh, B's movements quickened, and he started kissing me.

This was the first time he'd kissed me tonight.

His tongue was magical, prying open my teeth, and we kissed passionately.

"Harder, harder, it feels so good, you're amazing," I stammered, becoming incoherent.

But my mind flashed back to my encounters with Mr. A. I thought, maybe trying it with him in bed next time would be interesting.

"Oh no, why am I thinking about someone else again?" I opened my eyes, watching Mr. B working hard on me. My face flushed, and B's movements quickened.

The continuous pleasure in my lower body overwhelmed me. His movements became faster, and he asked breathlessly, "Can you cum inside?" "Cum, it's my safe period." The alcohol numbed me; I only wanted his thrusts, his strength.

He ejaculated, the hot liquid hitting my cervix. And I felt an electric shock all over my body, like I was completely exhausted, but very relaxed. It was as if all the day's fatigue had been washed away.

I breathed heavily, stroking his chest. "You're so amazing," B smiled at me, but then turned away and began to give me oral sex.

I was surprised for a moment, but the continuous pleasure made me lose control again. In my daze, his large penis and testicles swayed in front of my eyes. Thinking that he was licking the spot where he had just ejaculated, I felt a little shy, but also a little touched.

There was still a trace of semen dripping from his penis, almost to my lips.

I would never have touched it before, but Mr. B's gentle attitude today made me decide to make an exception.

"Ah, Mia, I didn't expect you could do this," this time it was Mr. B's turn to groan.

My mouth enveloped his glans, and I began to lick it carefully.

Although it was my first time, I roughly knew the key points, and tried to be gentle, occasionally biting the glans with my teeth.

"Ah, Mia, you are so beautiful, your pussy smells so good," he quickened his licking. My mind was in a daze

as I felt his penis harden again, slowly sliding into my mouth.

"This is too chaotic, this is too lewd," I thought to myself. At the same time, my mouth and tongue continued to lick him. His tongue also quickly teased my clitoris. I became increasingly excited.

"I can't take it anymore, it feels so good, so good!" A surge of heat seemed to flow through my lower body; was this what they called squirting? I wondered. Pleasure radiated from my abdomen throughout my body, down to my hair.

At that moment, B's penis erupted in my mouth. The ejaculation hit my throat, making me choke a little. I hadn't expected that even after ejaculating once, the amount of semen was still quite plentiful. Perhaps because of the alcohol, I found his semen very sweet. I continued licking.

"So good, so good."

We were doing oral sex in a 69 position, becoming increasingly confused.

"Beep beep, beep beep," my phone rang. I saw it was my husband's.

I gestured for B to be quiet and answered the phone: "Where are you? I'll probably be late today." Actually, I knew this was just a routine between my husband and me; he was definitely with some other woman.

"I'll be working overtime too, so I might not be home tonight," I replied.

B was still licking my genitals, his tongue probing my vagina, tickling me. His penis was throbbing, occasionally brushing against my lips as I spoke.

"Okay, be careful then, bye-bye," he said, hanging up.

"I'm sorry," I said shyly to Mr. B.

Mr. B didn't say anything, just smiled and said, "Why don't we go into the room?

" "You're really something, really?" I was a little scared looking at his now-erect penis.

Perhaps stimulated by the phone call, B turned and picked me up, carrying me to the bedroom.

"Mia, tonight you're mine, I'm going to possess you completely."

"I'm going to be fucked to death tonight," I thought to myself, my eyes gleaming with desire as I looked at Mr. B's handsome face.

[The End]

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