We decided to head to the pools for a relaxing afternoon 💦. It was one of those days where slipping into the spa felt like heaven. The place wasn’t too crowded, just enough people to feel alive around, but not too many to feel rushed.

That’s when he walked in. A mature, ruggedly hot guy 🤭probably early 50s , salt and pepper hair, broad shoulders… and oh my god, that tattooed arm 🖤🔥. The moment Mr spotted him, he leaned in and whispered with a naughty smirk,Babe, that guy is hot.

I glanced over, and yep, my hubby wasn’t wrong. His shoulder tattoo peeked just enough to tease under the water, and his smile… oh, his smile was absolutely killer 😚confident and inviting, like he knew the kind of effect he had. I smiled back 😏. And guess what? He smiled back. That little interaction? Deliciously electric.

I could feel my hubby watching me enjoy the moment. The heat in the spa wasn’t just from the bubbles. Mr’s hand was slowly gliding along my thigh under the water, and I could tell from the way his body shifted that he was getting very turned on 😈🍆

We didn’t say much after that, just exchanged glances full of cheeky excitement. After about an hour of soaking, grinning, teasing, and sharing those naughty looks, we got out, showered, and made our way to the car 🚗 both slightly flushed and buzzing from the experience.

On the drive home, I suddenly blurted, I want a sausage roll 😂 Mr looked at me, lips curling into that cheeky smile of his and replied, Is that all you’re hungry for? Oh, I saw the glint in his eyes 😝 he was just as wound up and playful as I was.

We stopped at the bakery, got the sausage rolls, and as soon as we reached home, we munched them while still giggling about the guy at the pool. Mr leaned in and said, So… are you still thinking about him? I nodded with a grin. And then he asked in a low tone, You want a real sausage now?😏

I didn’t even blink.

Yes💋

And just like that, I found myself spread out on the bed, completely naked, legs open, heart racing ❤️‍🔥. Mr started with the softest kisses on my toes 😘, slowly making his way up my legs, planting little wet kisses along my thighs. His tongue danced on my skin like he was savouring every inch of dessert 🍰

He knew I was craving this. He felt it. His mouth found me, and he ate me like the most delicate, sweet, and naughty dessert he’s ever had 🍓💦. His hands gripping my hips, his tongue teasing every sensitive spot, his breath warm against me. My moans turned into whimpers and my body arched toward him 🫦desperate for more.

And then… he gave me the real sausage. Thick, hot, and just as hungry as me 🍆🔥. He slid inside me with a deep groan, and I wrapped my legs around him tighter, pulling him closer. He moved with slow, deep thrusts at first 😉 letting me feel every inch, every pulse, every bit of built-up tension from earlier.

We were both wild 🤭 the flirt at the pool, the teasing at the spa, the cheeky bakery moment 😝 it all led to this explosive moment of passion 🤯💞. He was exactly the lover I knew he would be after that build-up. Hard. Loving. Intense. And deliciously filthy.

By the time we collapsed, sweaty and tangled, I whispered in his ear, I’ll keep demanding the sausage rolls again and again😈😉