The Pool Man - Sex Stories

The Pool Man

... increased in intensity as I entered. Mrs. Franklin was sitting on the sofa with a downcast look. "Well, well... here is your little 'playmate' now, Emily. Come in here and sit down," Mr. Franklin said. "Now who the hell are you to think you can come into my home and fuck my wife?" He was really steaming as he vented. Then he noted my gold chain. He turned to Emily, "You are spending my hard-earned money of this two bit gigolo?" he accused her. Okay, that pissed me off. I looked him square in the eye. "Listen here, 'pal', I may have a few faults here and there, but being a cheap gigolo isn't one of them. If you had spent more time fucking your wife like the whore she is, and less time at the golf course, we would not be having this conversation!" Mr. Franklin looked at me from behind his big impressive desk. "Maybe I should spend less time working on Rosa's visa application!" he quipped. So there it was! This randy old goat was fucking the maid. He was so enamored with himself, he didn't even see the hottie he had. That really set me off. "How would you like me to contact the State Bar Association? I'll bet they would be real interested in knowing that you were having sex with a client!" I said. Rosa might work for him as a maid; but because he was working on her visa application, Rosa was also a client. That took some of the steam out of him. "I'll bet the boys at your fancy golf club would get a kick if they found out you can't take care of your whore wife here. They'd ...

... laugh their asses off if they found out she had to go to the pool guy to get her 'pipes cleaned'! Or maybe I should go to the evening news... I can see the headlines now - 'Local attorney's wife caught in bed with the pool boy!' Aren't you running for District Attorney in the upcoming election? That would be an interesting turn of events..." I growled. Now he was silent. He began backpedaling quickly now. He said we could work something out. He knew I had the upper hand and so did I. "I think you owe me an apology, don't you? I mean after all I am taking care of what you should be," I told him. "I-I'm sorry," he said, looking down. "Now apologize to your wife for not being a decent husband," I told him. When he started, I told him to get on his knees at her feet. He did as I told him, apologizing to her. Emily sat there in the chair with a smug superior look on her face. I couldn't have that - it might make all the work I'd done be for nothing. I walked over and slapped her hard across the face. "This is partly your fault too, slut. Don't be so high and mighty! What kind of house do you run? You shouldn't have let this get to this point!" I turned as though I was leaving, and Emily jumped up and fell on her knees as she grabbed my legs. She was sobbing and pleading with me not to leave her like this. I had her then. I knew she would obey. I had her summon Rosa in. She was still smirking until she saw the change in atmosphere. "Now here's the deal," I started with Mr. Franklin, "I ...