1. The Gardener III


    Date: 8/3/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: dramaqueen317, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    It's been three days since you watched my husband fuck me. I pray, though our eyes were locked, that you don't know I came with him inside me. I don't want you to know, though my orgasm had nothing to do with the long, thin dick ramming me from behind as I bent over the cabana countertop. It had everything to do with the pussy-licking you'd given me moments earlier, the remembered thrill of making you cum with my mouth, the thought that it might have been your cock sliding inside of me if only my husband hadn't come home from work early. I need you to know that this pussy he thinks he owns really belongs to you. I waited over the weekend, knowing you wouldn't return to work until Monday. I avoided the pool, the hot deck where I lay every day under your intent gaze until you finally came to me. Those months of watching you stroke yourself through your heavy work pants, hardened by the sight of my sunscreen-oiled body, now seem a distant memory. We crossed a line on Friday and now the sight of that site makes my body ache for you. Monday morning I returned to the deck chair where we'd made each other cum. My husband having gone back to work, this is where I'd wait for you to come take me back. The hours ticked by and still no sight of you. Surely you didn't quit; my husband would have mentioned having to hire a new gardener. By early afternoon I tried silencing my panic by flipping onto my stomach and trying to pass the time with a nap. I wanted to be woken by your hands ...
    gently tracing the curves of my ass and your mouth kissing the back of my neck. But you never came. It's Tuesday now and, as I wave goodbye to my husband, I pray you'll have returned to work. I quickly run upstairs and change into my swimsuit. I slather sunscreen everywhere, the only hint at the optimism I'm trying not to let build up, hopefully my bikini won't be staying on long. When I reach the backyard I refuse to look carefully at our expansive garden, what if you're not there? I dive straight into the pool and swim a few laps. Enjoying the feel of the refreshing water against my skin, I pull my bikini bottoms aside to allow the cool waves inside me as my thighs spread wide for the breast stroke kick. I emerge from the water as suggestively as possible, making sure to bend at all the right angles and touch all the right places as I towel myself dry and wring out my long hair. Only now do I let myself quickly scan the garden for your familiar shape. I see nothing but I hear the sound of your shears at work behind a row of large trees. I follow the sound and spot you at the back of the garden, eyes buried in your work, sweat dripping down your bare torso as you labour in the hot sun. "I thought you might not come," I offer, embarrassed to feel so put out by your lack of attention. "It's my job," you reply, not looking up from your work. You freeze as I walk towards you. My blood begins to rush at the first sign that I still have an effect on you. I approach you from behind and ...
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