Occasionally, you’ve got to change things up. You need to take risks if you want reward. I’d often used adult dating apps the same as everyone. I signed up with an anon profile and did my basic outreach. I found local girls that wanted to fuck. I fucked them. Life was good.
But a few months ago, I decided I wanted more. I wanted to fuck girls with a purpose. I wanted to stand out from all the other guys looking to fuck the same local hookups on the same adult dating apps.
So I signed up for Fuckbook Adult Dating‘s app as a pool boy. And that changed everything.
Pool Boy Sex: How a New Profile Had My Dick Working Overdrive
Sometimes, you have a good idea. Sometimes, that good idea is actually totally fucking great.
When I signed up as a pool boy, I didn’t have some extraordinary plan or strategy. I just thought, hey, let’s try a different way.
But over time, I realized a pool boy sex strategy that paid dividends. And I was fucking hot ass married girls on the regular.
I played the pool boy sex partner role…for real.
I realized if I was going to do this, I had to really do it.
So I created a legit persona on FuckBook and doused my profile with pool boy stuff. I updated my profile’s bio to include that my day job was a suburban pool boy to the rich and famous. I filled out my sexual fantasy sections to include homes with pools. I was catering to the rich housewives that were bored of not getting cock delivered down their pussies and throats. I created a fantasy for them, but also plausible deniability.
I created real pool boy cards that seemed super fucking legit. I made a website that hosted a number of fake reviews.
By looking at my pool boy services site, you could not tell I was really just a pool boy fucking machine. I was dropping cum all over big fake tits and eyelashes. Seriously, have you cum all over expensive eyelashes? It’s fucking super intense.
My First Adult Dating App Pool Boy Sex Experience
The moment I created my FuckBook pool boy profile, I knew the game had changed for me. I was getting hammered with messages from lonely housewives bored out of their minds. I immediately understood that my odds of fucking housewives in super rich neighborhoods had suddenly increased 10-fold.
But until I met Meredith, I didn’t REALLY know anything at all.
Meredith was a housewife living in one of Columbus’s most premiere neighborhoods. She hit me up in the initial lonely housewife barrage. I felt a connection. Meredith seemed like a housewife that wanted to fuck and didn’t want to play any games. But she was also super into the pool boy sex fantasy, so I’d need to play the part as well as Meat Loaf played Robert ‘Bob’ Paulson in Fight Club. Only, with all my testicles in working order.
So I made a trip to the store and bought some khaki shorts and a polo. I made sure the khaki shorts were professionally tight. I did not want them too tight as I would hate to tip off any neighbors and ruin a sure to be amazing lonely housewife fuckfest.
I nabbed some pool maintenance tools, such as a leaf traps, skimmer nets, a long ass pole, and a vacuum hose.
I was all fucking in. The mission to throw dick down a housewife’s bored throat was running on high-octane fuel.
We set up our meet and fuck through Fuckbook’s easy to use free app. We kept things in the fantasy. She actually ordered pool services. I quoted her a price. She asked who to make the check out too. It was so by the book fantasy, I wasn’t sure if she’d really want me to clean her pool.
I was a nervous mess to say the least.
On the day I’d be “servicing” Meredith, I shaved my pubes, including my balls. I laid out in some morning sun and made sure that even my pale thighs got some healthy sun kiss on them. I drank a lot of water and took some ginseng. I also smoked a little pot. Pot seems to make my erections stronger. And for Meredith, I wanted serve her pussy with a rock hard cock.
I borrowed a friend’s creepy white van. When I rolled up to Meredith’s, there were no cars in the winding driveway. The home appeared more like a Four Season’s resort, so much so, I wondered if a valet would come out.
Instead, Meredith appeared from behind some perfectly landscaped shrubs. She was in a tight tank and her tits were exploding out. She was tan, had gorgeous long brown hair, and sported tight white shorts.
“Thank goodness you made it, my husband will kill me if I don’t get this damn pool cleaned,” she shouted, seemingly in a way that would allow the neighbors to hear.
I took out a long pole from the back of the van and asked Meredith to show me too the pool.
We walked through home, which was stunning. She told me I could put my bag on her kitchen table. I think this was to make sure I understood that we’d be using the inside of the house. The pool was pristine and in no need of maintenance. This immediately sent a thrust to my dick. I could feel an erection overtaking my shorts. I wanted to pull my pool boy pants down, but I knew we weren’t ready for that.
Instead, I used my long pole and penetrated the water. I pretended to clean her pool.
Meredith laid back on a lounge chair having a drink of ice tea.
“You’ve really let this pool get out of hand,” I said while prodding my pole all over the pool.
“I’ve been so bad, I honestly need to be taught better ways,” she replied.
I knew we were going to fuck. Let’s face it, Meredith, a lonely housewife, ordered pool services through FuckBook dating app. But I had to exercise patience and allow Meredith’s fantasy for pool boy sex to play out.
When the first beads of sweat slid down my head, Meredith asked me “do you need to take a break and come inside for an ice tea?”
My dick became harder than Stonehenge.
When we walked inside, Meredith handed me an ice tea. We had some small talk at the kitchen island, and then moved over to the kitchen table and sat down.
“Your job seems stressful. And I don’t want to stress you out more, but I don’t have my checkbook and can’t pay you. Is there anything else you could use so that I can fairly pay you for your pool boy services?”
“I mean, lately, I’ve bad some struggles dating. That’s probably why I’m stressed. I feel like other guys are having the time of their lives with girls. And now that you can’t pay me, its going to get worse.”
Meredith slowly stood up and walked to the end of the table. She removed a nice chair from that end. I imagined that to be where her husband sat when they had a formal dinner. She unsnapped her shorts and pulled them down.
“I deserve to be fucked in the ass for this. I want you to take what’s yours. I’m sorry for not having my checkbook. I hope that fucking me in the ass will be payment enough.”
I stood up and dropped my pants. I was so hard, I could see that Meredith was impressed as she peered up from the bent over position.
I walked into the kitchen and grabbed coconut oil that was resting on the bar. I used a lump of it stroke and massage into my dick as Meredith looked on. I then placed my huge dick on her kitchen table and ordered her to rub the coconut oil in.
“Yes sir,” she replied.
I couldn’t believe that only a few days prior, I had set up a FuckBook dating app account and now I was about to enter prime anal. Like, rich suburban housewife anal sex.
I slowly walked behind her, allowing my greasy dick to bump her tight ass cheeks. Meredith’s ass was unreal. She was about 32 years old and seemed to have some latina in her. She was about to have pool boy dick inside her round tight ass.
When I entered, I kept telling her there was more to go.
“Do what needs to be done, pool boy.”
I slow fucked her ass for about ten minutes, at which point I pulled out and fucked her tits while she lay face up and face towards me on the table. This allowed me to slide my balls down into her mouth.
To finish, I ordered her to jack me off while she sucked my balls. My cum flew up to her beautiful tits and even on her stomach.
I helped her off the table. We walked into the kitchen. She got a towel and soaked it into some warm water. She got on her knees and cleaned off my dick that almost felt like it wanted to get hard again.
She gave me her number, but also told me that she preferred ordering services just like last time for our next encounter.
But I didn’t end things there. I told her to sit on the table. I pulled up a chair in between her legs and began to eat out her pussy. I told her I wanted to make sure that services rendered were satisfying. I told her I wanted her to write up a good review and send it through the FuckBook app.
That night, I received a FuckBook message notification from Meredith. Using some Trader Joes coconut oil, I jacked off to all she’d written.
Since Meredith, I’ve scored dozens of pool boy sex encounters through FuckBook ridiculously easy and simple free app. But I do think appealing to a modern housewife fantasy helped improve my odds of hot sex.
Maybe FuckBook can help you in the same way it helped me?
