My wife is one of the most generous and kind people I’ve ever met, but unfortunately, we’ve always been sexually mismatched. I wouldn’t call her frigid, but in the last year she’s gradually stopped sleeping with me. By the time Labor Day rolled around again, I could count on one hand the number of times we’d been intimate that year. I have a hectic and successful career to keep me busy and distracted, and again, things didn’t change overnight. And yet it’s obvious that we’re more like old friends than lovers.

I found myself tempted by several affairs, and then I hated myself for feeling the urge to cheat. I also did not want to be like my father and end up another middle-aged cliché who ruins his reputation with the drama of an affair and subsequently loses all his money in divorce court. And so in spite of all my built-up tension and desire, I did everything to remain faithful — until one very unusual night.

You know that perfect “Indian summer” weather that hits the Northeast right around early or mid-September? It’s that last little hurrah of sunny, 80-degree days before the fall hits. On such a week, I arrived home from work to find the lights on in our pool house.

I pulled up the driveway and killed the engine. Fran hadn’t mentioned anyone coming into town and her car was gone, so I was curious. As I drew closer, I noticed a figure floating in the middle of our swimming pool.

Could one of Fran’s family members have stopped in for a visit? Once I came close enough to make out the finer details, two things became clear: one, there was an impossibly beautiful young lady in my pool by herself; and two, I had never seen her before.

The “water nymph” rested on a raft in the middle of the pool, her eyes closed. She had long, dark-blonde hair that fell in loose waves all around her. A tiny white crocheted string bikini wrapped around the subtle curves of her sun-bronzed body. She had what appeared to be henna tattoos around her wrists and ankles and wore a quartz pendant that rested just above the valley of her sloping breasts.

I debated whether to make myself known, because just by watching her, I could feel the dusty machinations of arousal switching on and coming online. Just imagining her young body against mine could be enough, I thought.

But then the nymph smiled and opened her eyes. “You must be Fran’s husband.”

“I — uh, yeah.” I smiled back. “Hi. And who are you?”

She giggled. “I guess they didn’t tell you? Sorry, I’m sure it’s weird to find a strange person in your pool.”

I shook my head and stepped onto the patio. “I’m not worried. We don’t get many random people pool-crashing all the way up here in the mountains.”

The nymph smiled again and sat up. “Well, you know your wife’s friend Crystal?”

I pondered. “Oh yeah — ‘Yoga Crystal.’” My wife has a whole cache of somewhat nutty “new age” friends, and they are all benevolent, but if you didn’t grow up hearing about your “chakras” and all, it’s a bit of a doozy sometimes.

She laughed. “Yeah. I’m her daughter, Chloe — stepdaughter, actually.”

“Oh, right.” I sat down on a chair. “I don’t think I saw you at the wedding.”

Chloe shook her head. “I was backpacking around Thailand, and then I went right back to school.”

“Wow.” I relaxed a little. “That must’ve been interesting.”

Chloe smirked. “Oh, it was an adventure, but so many beautiful beaches!”

“That’s what I keep hearing. I’m dying to check it out myself.” I stole another glance up and down her body, still unable to tell if she was jailbait or legal. “So, what year are you?”

She giggled. “Well, I’m twenty-two, but I’m only just now going into my sophomore year.  I took some time off between high school and college.”

“Oh, cool. What did you do then?”

“Europe.” And with that, Chloe slipped off the raft and dunked herself in the water. As she came up for air with her eyes closed, I didn’t stop staring at her breasts.

“The water’s really nice and warm,” she said, coquettishly swimming over to rest on the concrete ledge near my chair.

“I bet.” I was mesmerized by this young nymph. “You and Crystal are here visiting?”

Chloe shrugged. “It’s more of a visit for her. I’m just biding my time.”

I chuckled. “You’re doing a good job of it. The pool barely got any use this summer.”

She smiled. “Come join me?”

“Oh — uh — I, uh,” I sputtered.

I try to maintain a decent physique. I’m probably in better shape now than I was at twenty-five. I go running and lift on a regular basis, and thanks to these efforts plus some decent genetics, I don’t look like I’m in my fifties. I still have a full head of dark hair with a few dashes of “salt and pepper,” and I have bit of a dark, short-trimmed beard going on, too. I’m definitely not bad-looking, and yet in that moment I couldn’t comprehend my good fortune: a gorgeous spinner less than half my age was trying to entice me.

“Come on!” Chloe giggled. “Crystal and Fran went to dinner and some Yanni-type concert or whatever.” She gave me another teasing look. “They probably won’t be back until really late.”

“All right, you win.” I stood up. “I’ll be right back.”

“What? Where are you going?”

I smirked. “To put on my swim trunks.”

“Don’t be silly, Mr. D.”

The way she addressed me made me feel like a dirty old man, and I liked it. “Young lady,” I played along and flirted back. “I don’t know what you’re suggesting, but — ”

“Why don’t I show you, then?” Chloe reached around and untied her top, but she knew how to tease, tugging on the strings while the triangles still concealed her breasts.

I inhaled sharply. “Oh, wow.” I felt my face flush. “You are gorgeous, Chloe, but I don’t want to get in trouble.”

“Come on,” she pressed, inching her top down a little bit more, giving just the slightest glimpse of her perky pink nipples. “I haven’t had any fun at all since my boyfriend and I broke up.”

From there, biology overrode my brain. “I haven’t had any fun myself in a very long time, either.”

Chloe splashed me and giggled. “Come on, then.” She tossed her top on the deck and dove under the water, surfacing in the middle of the deep end.

I quickly stripped and dove in, startling her somewhat with the speed at which I reached her.

She gave me another smile before we started kissing. Under the water, I caressed her young, firm tits, reveling in the softness. This is what I’ve been missing, I thought.

We moved over to the ledge where, without the burden of having to tread water, we could enjoy ourselves more. I reached down and cupped her ass, feeling the flimsy bikini ties release themselves. She reached for my dick then, but I moved her hand away. “I want to enjoy you first.” I started to tease her pussy with my fingers. “Will you let me taste you?”

Chloe moaned and nodded. She got up out of the water and sat on the edge of the pool, opening her legs for me. “Does this work?” She opened her lips up and started to touch herself.

If my dick were a torpedo, I would’ve blown a hole through the side of the pool at the sight of this smooth, wet pussy. “Oh yeah, that’s just perfect, baby.”

I dove in tongue-first, lavishing attention on her sweet clit while my fingers probed her slit. She was tight, too, so I teased and teased until she was so aroused and open that her pussy practically swallowed my fingers.

She moaned and panted so sweetly, her ass wiggling as she floated on waves of pleasure.

Once I got into a rhythm of licking and finger-fucking, it didn’t take long to make her come, and I felt a definite sense of satisfaction that I hadn’t lost my touch.

After Chloe came, she closed her eyes and giggled a little. “Now that was… wow…”

“What?”

She opened her eyes and grinned. “Boys my age don’t usually know how to do that so well.”

I smirked. “You’re making me feel old now.”

Chloe laughed and stood up. “Well, I at least want to make you feel good, too!” She motioned for me to come join her by the nearest lounge chair.

I got out of the water and embraced her again. I laid down in the chair and she climbed on top of me, so I could appreciate every exquisite inch of her while impaling that tight pussy.

At first, she was a little awkward trying to ride me without my dick falling out — which betrayed her inexperience, but it was too cute to be off-putting. And once we got going, that little minx was quickly on her way to another orgasm.

“Oh, fuck!” Chloe bit down on her lip. “I’m gonna come again!”

I squeezed her hips and slowed her down. “Here, wait — let’s try this.”

I had her flip around to reverse cowgirl, which put even more sweet pressure on her G-spot and gave me the most incredible view of my dick deep inside of her.

She squealed in delight and rode me even harder. When she came, her whole body shook, and my load shot out like a torrent, leaving all kinds of cream oozing out.

After a little while, we headed into the house and went at it again. Alas, when I woke up the next morning, Fran and Crystal were back, and Chloe had already left.

“She took Greyhound to meet friends in Sedona.” Crystal shook her head. “Classes start next week.”

“She’s such a little bohemian!” Fran quipped.

Without betraying our secret, I just smiled: “Good for her.”

With a renewed sense of joie de vivre about me, I decided it was time to part amiably with Fran and finally take that trip to Thailand’s Railay Beach; life’s just too short not to bask in the sun with kindred spirits, and I owe this new lease on life entirely to one very special free spirit out there, wherever she is.