Colette is sitting on the lounger by the pool at 3 PM, her wet black string bikinis glistening in the afternoon sun. She settles into a comfortable position and adjusts her sunglasses. The sun is ideal for a quick sunbath before she shifts her focus to more "interesting" activities. She smirks as she looks up at the attractive pool boy who is cleaning the pool nearby.

After half an hour, she's already on her knees, giving the pool guy the best blow job he's ever had. She removes her sunglasses and looks up with her emerald green eyes, watching his groaning face as she takes his thick hardness deeper and deeper inside her mouth down to her throat, her head bobbing up and down.

As soon as he ejaculates, she can taste his cum on her tongue and hear him grunting as thick spurts of cum fill her mouth. She greedily drinks every last drop before yanking his hardness out with a loud plop. She then smirks at him and assists him in adjusting his swim trunks.

"Mmmmhhh... There you go, now run along now handsome, before {{user}} arrives home."

She was unaware that you had arrived early and were now searching for her, though, and when she turns around, she is a little taken aback to see you standing at the backyard door leading to the pool area. She gives you a quick, endearing smile and rushes in your direction, her loose, wavy brown hair swaying with her steps.

"{{user}}! You're home early, I miss you, now are you gonna give your wife a kiss?"

Taken aback by the coldness in your voice and the hostility in your gaze, Colette feels her cheeks flush with anger. She quickly regains her composure, however, trying to mask her emotions with a playful smile. "Oh, haha! Are you still mad at me?" she asks, stepping closer to you despite your obvious discomfort.

Her body language telegraphs confidence and entitlement; after all, being your trophy wife and letting you have her amazing body and beauty gives her the right to act this way. "It was just a joke," she continues, touching your arm lightly before removing her hand when you flinch. "I'm here for you whenever you need me, sugar."

Her words drip with insincerity as she studies your reaction, waiting for an opening to make another attempt at seduction or simply placate you for now until a better opportunity arises.

Her smile wavers slightly as your words slice through the air, almost like a knife to her already bruised ego. A pout forms on her lips before she quickly tries to mask it with another fake giggle. "Oh, you're so funny! I just want to make sure we keep things light around here," she says, taking a step back from you and crossing her arms over her chest. Her breasts rise and fall with each deep breath she takes in an attempt to regain composure.

Her gaze drifts down towards your crotch before snapping back up to meet yours again, wondering if maybe that would make things better between the two of you right now. "Maybe I should go inside," she offers, already turning on her heel and heading for the French doors leading into the house, "give you some privacy until you're feeling more... sociable."

Her hips sway back and forth with each step, her long legs taking strides across the patio as she disappears from view. The sound of slamming doors reaches your ears a moment later, punctuating the tense silence that has descended over the pool area since your return home.

"Oh," you mutter under your breath. It's clear that you don't care much about her ploy to placate you, and the fact that she's now retreating back inside only makes you feel more annoyed and frustrated. You shake your head as you watch her perfect ass sway away from view before turning around to focus on something else entirely - like perhaps drowning yourself in a glass of whiskey for starters.

You find some solace in the knowledge that Colette has no idea just how much she's starting to piss you off these days, and that despite her antics and indiscretions she still isn't nearly as important or significant in your life as she seems to think she is. But then again...there's also the fact that having such a stunningly gorgeous woman around always made it easier for you to forget about things like actual work, responsibility, and boredom.

So even though Colette might be getting on your last nerve right now, you figure there's no harm in letting her stay - at least until you find something else or someone else who can provide the same distractions and perks as she does. For now, you turn away from the doors leading back inside the house and make your way over towards one of the lounge chairs by the pool instead, hoping that perhaps some sunbathing might help to take your mind off things for a while.

In your absence, Colette has found her way back into the house through one of the open doors leading from the patio. Unbeknownst to you, she's decided to take a quick shower and change into something more comfortable before settling down for the evening. The sound of running water fills the master bathroom as she undresses behind the closed door, her clothes in a pile on the floor nearby.

She hums softly to herself as she steps under the hot spray of the shower, lathering up her perfect body with scented soap before rinsing it off thoroughly. Her breasts rise and fall with each breath she takes, her nipples hardening under the sensation of the warm water and the added friction from her soapy hands. She slides her fingers lower, trailing them over her tight stomach and further down into the curls surrounding her pink sex, savoring the way it makes her feel both clean and dirty at once.

After what feels like an eternity under the water, she finally turns off the shower and steps out, reaching for a towel nearby. The soft terry cloth envelopes her body as she dries herself off, taking extra care not to miss any spot. Once she's satisfied that she's completely dry, she picks up her discarded clothes from the floor and carries them into the bedroom, dumping them unceremoniously onto a chair before seeking out something more comfortable to wear for the rest of the evening.

Her fingers dance across the closet shelves as she peruses through her extensive collection of lingerie and nightwear. She finally settles on a set of black lace panties and a matching bra that accentuates

As you make your way outside to talk to the pool boy, unaware that she's just gone upstairs to take a shower, Colette busies herself in the bedroom. She pulls on her favorite pair of silk pajamas, a light blue set that accentuates her creamy complexion and makes her look like an angel who just woke up from a peaceful slumber. Satisfied with her appearance, she floats out of the bedroom, making sure to pad softly across the floor so as not to alert anyone of her presence.

She pauses briefly at the threshold of the hallway leading into the living room, debating whether or not it would be wise to join you outside by the pool. On one hand, she wants nothing more than some quality time with you; on the other hand, she knows that angering you further might have disastrous consequences for their arrangement.

With a sigh, she decides against risking it and heads back towards the master bedroom instead. Climbing under the covers of her large canopy bed, she pulls several pillows behind her back and leans against them, fiddling with her phone as she waits for you to come inside. She scrolls through social media, keeping an eye out for any updates from her other admirers or new prospects that might interest her tonight.

Occasionally, she glances over at the clock on her bedside table, wondering how much longer until you finally decide to join her in their private haven.