Warren insisted, “You’re different. You have to eat, even if it’s just soup.”
Ignoring his advice, Penelope snorted and headed straight for the elliptical machine.
Worried, Mrs. Brown voiced her concern, “If she skips dinner, how can she sustain such rigorous exercise? Her body might face problems in the long run.”
Warren, irritated, told Mrs. Brown, “Don’t worry about her. Let her be.”
Meanwhile, Penelope was dedicated to her fitness routine, aiming for a slender waist and visible abs to wear beautiful summer dresses. She filled her days with various activities like yoga, Pilates, swimming, and running, and even took Chris to the gym, much to Mrs. Jones’ worry.
Her body improved, but her relationship with Warren grew cold. Their intimacy had waned, with no foreplay, and Warren quickly moved to the main act, then took a shower and slept without embracing her. Although he was clearly dissatisfied, Penelope refused to yield, finding more pleasure in her fitness routine.
This afternoon, she took Chris to the heated pool on the top floor, wearing a bikini herself and helping Chris into Batman-themed trunks. Chris loved the water, and they spent their afternoons happily swimming in the pool. It seemed like building the pool had been a great decision, as they both enjoyed it immensely.
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One day, Warren finally noticed something unusual. Chris had been playing for a long time and ended up falling asleep in Mrs. Jones’ arms.
Penelope asked Mrs. Jones to take Chris downstairs while she went for a swim. Warren had just returned home. They had been in a cold war of sorts lately, but Penelope seemed unfazed while he struggled with his anger.
Seeing Mrs. Jones taking Chris downstairs, Warren asked, “Why is he sleeping now?”
Mrs. Jones explained, “He swam with Mrs. Duncan upstairs, and now he’s tired.”
Warren suddenly remembered the heated pool upstairs that he hadn’t used in a while.
After Mrs. Jones put Chris to bed, Warren went upstairs to investigate.
Penelope, who was quite athletic and enjoyed swimming alone, was preparing to go to the deck when she looked up and saw Warren standing by the pool. She was so surprised that she fell back into the water and asked, “Why are you here?”
Warren, looking down at her, replied, “Do you like swimming? Let’s have a competition!”
“No… I was swimming for two hours before you arrived. I’m low on energy,” Penelope pouted.
“I’ll let you have a ten-meter head start,” he offered.
She looked at him suspiciously. “Are you sure?”
Warren began to take off his clothes and shoes. Penelope turned her head away, and her ears turned slightly red.
Even though he was her husband, she still felt a bit shy in the face of such suggestive actions.
Warren said, “Come on up.”
“Could you please help me?” Penelope asked.
Warren knelt down and reached out to assist her. With his help, Penelope climbed up, but suddenly, she fell on top of him. It was an embarrassing moment, with Penelope in her thin bikini and him in just his underwear.
They held each other, and sparks were starting to fly, especially since they were in love. Penelope pushed him away and blushed.
“Let’s get started,” he said, clearing his throat. Penelope started first, and her movements in the water were graceful, like a mermaid in the sea. Her splashes even caught the attention of the man on the shore.
Ten meters later, he jumped into the water. Penelope wondered why she had wanted to compete with him.
She had pushed Chris around in the pool for a few laps and had been swimming for an hour already. Her energy wasn’t as good as before, and he easily surpassed her.
Penelope struggled to grab his leg, trying to pull him back. He knew she was acting shamelessly.
After being pulled back a few meters, he didn’t get angry. He got out of the water, and they looked at each other. “It’s unfair. I won’t compete with you,” he declared.
She wiped the water from her face and wrapped her legs around his waist, with her hands behind his neck. She hung onto him, teasingly saying, “You swim. You swim now.”
Fortunately, Warren didn’t take the competition seriously. He reached out to hold her, saying slowly, “You have to pay for ruining the race.”
Penelope was tired, too. She rested her chin on his shoulder, asking teasingly, “What do you want?”
He snorted and carried her to the edge of the pool. Penelope looked up at him, and he bent down to kiss her, using the pool wall for support. Blocking her wasn’t difficult, but she didn’t cooperate and used the last of her strength to fend him off.
“It’s only fair to claim some damages,” he told her.
Penelope took a breath, lowering herself, and realized that her bathing suit top had come off and was floating in the water. Seeing her like this completely weakened Warren’s will.
He reached out for her, but Penelope hesitated and tried to move backward. Determined, he lifted her up and bowed his head to nibble on her breast.
Penelope felt dizzy, and her heart raced. She held his head in both hands and leaned back slightly. Her pink bottoms floated on the water, just like her top. She couldn’t resist the lust she felt for him. She grabbed his hair and said, “Not here. It will pollute the water.”
Warren’s touch was magical, and she found herself straddling his shoulders. He raised his hand in front of her and said, “Look! It’s already polluted.”
A primal desire filled Penelope’s body. “Let’s get out and go to the deck.” There were air mattresses and deck chairs lined up against the far wall.
Warren whispered in her ear, “No protection… I’ll pull out in time.”
She hugged his neck. “Well…” She whispered back.
Warren slowly entered her, but Penelope only let him go halfway.
“Baby, come on…” He kissed her neck and whispered.
“Honey, it hurts. Slow down,” Penelope said, looking very sexy. Her red lips were slightly swollen, and her neck bore traces of his passionate kisses.
Warren didn’t want to hurt her, so he tried to be gentle. However, Penelope kept teasing him.