Vivian’s POV
He pushes me onto the lounge chair, and I land on my back. He reaches down and pulls the strings at my hips and the bikini bottom falls away.
I'm naked on a lounge chair by the pool in broad daylight, and his eyes roam over my body like he's memorizing it.
"Your husband is an i***t," he says, climbing between my legs. “How could he abandon a woman like this?”
"Tell me about it while you f**k me.”
He lines up at my entrance, and pushes in. The stretch makes me cry out into the open air. He's thick, and the pressure of him filling me makes my walls grip him on instinct.
The upward curve drags against my front wall and by the time he bottoms out my mouth is open and my hands are on his chest.
"You feel incredible," I moan. "You feel so f*****g good inside me."
"Yeah?" he
