Thrilling back-insertion in the open-air water park (other adult novels)

Summer in the north is different from that in the south. A sultry afternoon means it is going to rain. I bought tickets to the water park some time ago. After lunch, my husband and I didn’t want to take a nap, so we drove to the water park. But I didn’t expect that all five swimming pools here were already full of people, especially those with water levels below 1 meter, all filled with women and children. The two deeper pools, on the other hand, had fewer people, only a few women, and the rest were men who could swim or were playing with lifebuoys. My husband can swim, but I can't, so we put on a lifebuoy and slid back and forth in a pool that was at most 1.5 meters deep. Although the pool was rectangular, about 30 meters long and 20 meters wide, there were so many people that you could easily step on a baby if you're not careful.

I slowly began to approach my husband's deep pool, and soon I went around behind him. My husband was very happy and was watching the people jumping down from the high diving board with great interest. I used all my strength to kick him on the butt in the water. I don't know why I had that thought at the time. He staggered and looked back angrily. When he saw that I was holding my breath and laughing, he ran over to hug me, shouting that he would kick me again. God knows, he dares to kick me. I was wearing a swimming ring and my feet were off the ground, so there was no way I could be a match for my husband. My husband grabbed my swimming ring in two or three moves, and then twisted my butt hard in the water. I screamed out loud, but there were too many people in the amusement park and no one around me, so no one could hear or pay attention. Then he looked around and slapped me on my butt again. I continued to struggle to walk to the side. The water was a little ahead, but the water level line showed 1.4. My husband was holding my life buoy from behind, and then he started to feel around in my swimsuit with his hands. I wore a floral two-piece bikini. The push-up effect on the upper body is very good. I spent a lot of effort to find an E-cup girl's bikini on the Internet. The small skirt under my body was similar to what we now call a miniskirt that covers my buttocks. If I bent over a little, my buttocks would be exposed. When we were in the water, my husband would follow behind me, as if he was afraid that I would be seen by others, and his eyes would be staring straight at my breasts and buttocks. Alas, selfish man.

When I reached the shore, I stood in the water tiredly, with my arms resting on the shore and my head leaning on the shore. The so-called shore was just as straight up and down as the swimming pool, except that it was higher than the ground and covered with beautiful tiles. The wall was very cold. With my upper body wrapped in a swimming ring, I tried to keep my lower body as close to the wall as possible. My husband was holding me from behind with a swimming ring. Look across to the children's pool. There are so many beautiful mothers, bending over to support their babies, their breasts seem to be about to jump out of their swimsuits. The sticking out buttocks looked white and round in the not-too-glaring sunlight, and as the baby moved, those breasts and buttocks moved around like little rabbits. There were several young mothers, extremely beautiful, with long legs and fair skin. Especially, they were so gentle and caring as mothers. They held their babies as they walked back and forth in the water. This scene intoxicated me, a woman. My husband's hands are becoming more and more dishonest. They have already entered my swimming trunks. I guess he is also intoxicated by the many breasts, buttocks and thighs in front of him.

His index finger began to slowly touch my pubic hair. My pubic hair is relatively thick and long. He began to use his index finger to pick up my pubic hair and circle it in front, one circle, one circle, one circle. At this time, a baby quickly ran towards me, and his mother bent over, holding his little hand and also walked towards me quickly. Wow, big, white breasts, hers was also a split style. The child was probably a little scared as there were fewer and fewer people around, so he grabbed his mother's swimsuit in the middle of her chest and pulled it hard, exposing her nipples. Suddenly, I felt a pain in my lower body. It turned out that my husband might have seen too much blood, so he put his index finger around my pubic hair and pulled hard, probably pulling out a few strands of my pubic hair. I angrily kicked his foot with my right foot, and he came to his senses. The child's mother looked at this side through the wall and let the child run back. This is a different scene. What kind of swimsuit is this? I have never seen it before. Although the skirt is relatively long, the pants inside save fabric like a thong when playing with the waist. Only the waist connection with the skirt has more fabric, and the rest is exactly the same as a thong. Tightly tied between the buttocks. The two buttocks are very compact, white and round, moving forward little by little. My husband became more and more dishonest and started moving his index finger between my labia. Then he used his whole hand. Labia and clitoris. After a while, I felt my clitoris become bigger. My husband pinched it with his fingers in a naughty way, sometimes with great force and sometimes with less force, and he also pulled it out in a naughty way. It made my thighs feel numb. It makes me want to find a secluded place for my husband to insert his baby. I put my head back as close to my husband's as possible and whispered, "Honey, I want it so badly. You are so bad. Let's go home early."

Suddenly my husband pinched and pulled my clitoris hard again, and said with a naughty smile, "Who told you to kick me? I haven't had enough bathing yet, and I don't want to go home. Unless you beg for mercy."

I said coquettishly, "You are so bad, tell me how to beg for mercy."

My husband didn't answer and continued to play with my clitoris. This time he went to the entrance of my vagina and made circles back and forth. It was so itchy, as if little ants were biting me. I really wanted something to go in and scratch me.

I started standing with my legs crossed, squeezing my husband's hand hard, trying to get his fingers in, but my husband took his hand out and kneaded my breasts through the swimming ring. My husband knew every one of my sensitive spots clearly. After pinching them a few times, he started to rub my nipples directly. I felt shy and ashamed in the sun. My husband's hand was underwater just now and no one could see it. Although it is also underwater now, I can see it clearly when I look down. I was so afraid that someone would suddenly swim over and see me.

I said aggrievedly: "Husband, how can I beg for mercy? I am so embarrassed, there are so many people around."

My husband leaned over my ear, blew air into it, and then said in a muffled voice: "Please let me fuck you here. Tell me, fuck me to death, and I will go home with you."

I didn't say anything, but I thought about whether it was good or bad. He starts to have bad thoughts when he sees other women. snort. I won’t tell you.

Seeing that I didn't say anything, my husband started attacking with both hands. He tried to squeeze his right hand between my crossed legs, and so far one finger has entered my vagina, but it was very shallow, just rotating back and forth at the vaginal opening. With one hand he started grabbing my breasts, trying to grab the nipples. This is fatal to me. Every time my husband grabs my nipples with one hand and pulls them out, the visual stimulation and his baby inserted into the gap between my breasts makes me wet, a lot of water. I was completely finished. I stood with my legs apart and dug backwards, hoping that my husband's fingers would go deeper. However, as my husband moved backwards with my butt, his hand also moved backwards, and the depth remained at that depth.

I'm so angry and anxious. I feel like a thousand ants are crawling inside. I really want a big cock.

I slowly said to my husband, "Husband, fuck me."

My husband smiled mischievously and said, "No, your voice is too soft and what you said is not right."

How can it be so infuriating that there is such a thing. But in order to enjoy the pleasure of love when I get home, it’s okay even if we can just temporarily solve it in the car. It won’t be too late to deal with him later.

I raised my voice a little: "Hubby, fuck... me... to death."

My husband said this is my good wife. I'm going to fuck you to death right now.

"Ah, aren't you going home?" I said in surprise.

"You told me to let me fuck you to death. Your husband treats you so well, of course he will satisfy your request as soon as you say it."

I was fooled, my damn husband. I was thinking to myself, "See, when I get home I won't let you kneel on the washboard."

My husband immediately pushed my swimming trunks down to my knees, then put the swimming ring above his waist and pulled my swimming trunks down. The cock had already stood up high. Then my husband pinched my butt and said, "Be obedient and stick your butt up. This is for you." I stuck my butt up out of habit, and my husband's dick went in all at once. It felt so full and comfortable. All the ants were driven away, and it was replaced by a hard and full big dick. I greedily raised my butt again, hoping to get it in a little further.

"Wife, you are getting more and more slutty. You dare to stick your butt out in a place like this. The swimming ring can only fit so far."

I blushed when my husband said that. Yes, when did I become like this? There are so many babies and beautiful mothers in the pool opposite, and behind them is a man on the high diving board, as well as management and rescue personnel walking back and forth by the pool. It would be so embarrassing if anyone saw us.

I tried to stay calm, lying by the pool, looking at the baby in the distance. My husband has already started doing piston movements below. Waves of hot blood and numbness rushed to my brain. The annoying thing is that as my husband thrusts, the water ripples out and forms waves that spread far away. I guess the people who are paying attention to us are 100% aware of what we are doing. How embarrassing. I used both arms to move the water vigorously so that the ripples would appear less regular and hide our movements.

The sound underwater was so loud that every time my husband's belly collided with my butt, there was a loud noise. Just like that, we were trembling with fear. During this time, an old man jumped down from the diving board and maybe the force was too great and he swam to about 1 meter away from us. I don't know if he saw it. My husband and I were both very scared, and he stopped thrusting. Another rescue worker, probably because I had been lying there for too long, came over from the deep water, and when they were about ten meters away from us, I inadvertently saw them walking towards us. I said to my husband: Hurry, hurry. "My husband also saw him and quickened his pace. When we were only five or six meters away, he bent down to throw the balloon back to a little boy, squatted down to look at something, and then slowly stood up. At this time, my husband's glans became obviously bigger. I knew I was about to ejaculate, and my vagina also opened and closed to cooperate. Wow, I finally ejaculated. The rescuers were only two or three meters away from us. My husband quickly pulled out his pants and put them on, then pulled me up from my knees and put them on again and held me.

"Girl, are you okay? Why is your face so red? If you are not well, go over there and have a rest. There are medicines over there." said the rescuer.

I waved and said it was okay, and my husband also said it was okay. The rescuer said, "Okay, since you've been lying there for so long, we thought you were feeling unwell." If you have any problem, just go there and find someone.

My husband and I thanked them and smiled at each other. That kind of tacit understanding and joy can never be experienced by anyone else.

Although the feeling was not as great as in bed and the orgasm was not as intense, the whole process made me nervous. My husband's naughty teasing also made me, a mature woman, a little shy. Unforgettable memories!