The Housewife and the Pool Boy

By Virginia Wade

From the bestselling author of "Cum For Bigfoot" and "Total Nympho, The Stacy Collection."

Smart and sexy, Angie Zellerbach is a successful businesswoman, and used to calling the shots. The moment she sees the new pool boy, she can't help but imagine several intriguing scenarios. Mrs. Zellerbach is the hottest housewife Ronnie Tucker has ever seen. He's more than equipped to satisfy Angie's every whim. This will take pool cleaning to a whole new level.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Virginia Wade
• Release date: Aug 10, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005975289

Virginia Wade

Virginia Wade is the bestselling author of erotica and erotic romance. Known for her Monster Sex series, the Cum For Bigfoot saga, she has penned tales in a variety of subjects, such as a modern, naughty retelling of Jane Austen's most popular novels and a series on lusty Vikings, in Cum For The Viking, parts 1-5. She has explored sex in outer space with Bred by the Alien and taken readers on a journey to ancient Rome in Conquest of the Gladiator. A mother of two, and a wife, she realized a lifelong dream of writing and publishing after her oldest child graduated from high school. Earlier forays into self-publishing yielded few sales, but the experience and knowledge gained were immeasurable. Once she dipped her toes in erotica, with the publication of Seducing Jennifer, which has now been titled, Jennifer's Anal Seduction, the possibility of success presented itself, as the story found a home in the Erotica Top 100. Her second story, Stacy and the Boys, also rocketed up the charts, reinforcing the idea that writing in this genre was not only fun, but also profitable. An idea to write a campy, teen horror-fest, with a Sasquatch protagonist, led to the creation of Cum For Bigfoot, which is essentially a series of stories spanning several years in the lives of a tribe of Bigfoots and their human lovers. The silliness, the romance, and the sex struck a chord with readers, who enjoyed the adventures of Porsche, Shelly, and Leslie, while the kidnapped teens came to love their hairy abductors. The series is now on its fourteenth installment, with more to follow. Cum For Bigfoot was featured in the October 2012 issue of Penthouse Magazine. The article, Paranormal Porn, was written by Nick Redfern. Visit my web page at https://virginiawadeerotica.wordpress.com

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One

In the middle of a Sun Salutation on my mat in the pergola beside the pool, I heard the gate open. Mandy, our rescue mutt, who had been asleep in a shady corner, vaulted to her feet and barked.

Oh, shut up! I muttered. I’m trying to focus on my breath. I closed my eyes. The pool man, Robert, would service the pool and spa and be on his way. Nearly seventy-four-years-old, he was on the cusp of retirement. The barking continued, which grated on my nerves. It’s Robert, you silly dog. Stop it.

When Mandy would not cease, I lifted my head from child’s pose, and received a shock. The man with the white bucket filled with chemicals was not Robert, but a younger man in blue shorts and a white, long-sleeved top.

I sat back on my heels and chewed on a manicured nail, coated in glittery polish. What have we here? I murmured to myself. Well, h-e-l-l-o. I vaguely recalled receiving a letter from the pool company regarding a change in personal. My husband, Mark, took care of the bills, although I might have seen that letter.

The stranger seemed to sense he was not alone; his head turned in my direction. Good morning, Mrs. Zellerbach.

I wore form-fitting yoga pants and a matching top with a built-in bra. My hands went to my hips. You don’t look like Robert, unless he fell into the fountain of youth. I approached the travertine pool deck in bare feet. I needed to have a better look at this hard-bodied drink of water that had slipped into my sphere of influence.

No, ma’am. An easy smile appeared. Robert retired. You should’ve had notice.

I’m sure we did. My womanly radar suddenly perked up, because he had stared at my cleavage for a hint of a second. So … will you be doing this full-time or are you filling in for a while?

I’m full-time until fall.

College?

He shrugged. I usually work in Alaska on my uncle’s fishing boat, but I’ll probably go to school to make my mom happy.

That’s … exciting, I murmured, unimpressed.

King crabs.

Like the TV show?

He grinned. Pretty much. He knelt and dunked a small plastic container in the water to check the chlorine and acidity levels.

I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.

Oh, I apologize. I’m Ronnie Tucker.

The travertine beneath my feet felt hot. I took a few steps back into the shade of the pavilion overhang. Well, it’s good to meet you, Mr. Tucker.

It’s just Ronnie. He got to his feet. Levels are good. Again, his attention drifted to my chest. I’m not sure where your spa is, Mrs. Zellerbach. He glanced at the pool. Must be aboveground. I don’t see it here.

It is. It’s this way.

The dog trotted over and sniffed Ronnie. Hey, there, fella. You’re cute.

It’s a she.

Oh, sorry.

Her name’s Mandy.

Well, hi there. He petted her head. You’re not gonna bite me, are you? He fell into step behind me. You’ve a nice house, Mrs. Zellerbach.

I felt his attention. Thank you. A short path led to the spa, which we had positioned on a small patio before the master bedroom. Surrounded by a stucco block wall and tropical foliage, it was our private sanctuary.

It’s a salt water hot tub, and it’s a little tricky. I glanced at him over my shoulder. Your company should have the manual. A hint of uncertainty flared in his look. Right?

Oh, yeah … sure.

I stood in a shady spot, because my feet were on fire. That doesn’t sound all that confident.

Um, I can figure it out, Mrs. Zellerbach.

He could not have been older than Sarah, my stepdaughter. She was in California visiting her mother for a few weeks. Then she would be home for her second semester of college.

I heard my cell phone from across the way.