Tara

It’s been eight or nine months since the morning you spent with Tara— the one where she blew you and fucked you senseless in your recliner, recording the whole thing with her phone. You’ve watched the video countless times since then, and have been waiting patiently for your next chance to get between her legs.

But would you look at that? Surprise! She’s lounging by your pool one sunny June morning, laying in wait in her tight-fitting orange bikini. You see here there, the way the sun’s glinting off her curves, and your manhood begins to stiffen.

I was wondering when you’d turn up….

She says as you approach her, wearing only a towel. Tara‘s lost a few pounds since the last time you fucked, but she’s still thick in all the right places. She eyes the bulge behind your towel and smirks.

It’s just the two of us… your wife and Brooke both upstate, and Emma out with Addy at the beach. I picked the perfect morning.

She smiles wickedly and gestures to her phone, which is set on its side on the little table to her left. The screen is open and poised to record. Tara dips a finger just behind her bikini bottom, a look of sensual pleasure on her face, then stands up and brings it to your lips. The sweet tang of her sex blossoms in your mouth as you suckle the slick moisture on her finger, making your towel twitch.

You want to make some more memories? I promise we can keep them between us… unless you don’t want to. I’m sure it would be easier to leave your wife if they somehow came to her attention...