1. The Gardener II


    Date: 8/2/2015, Categories: Quickie Sex, Author: dramaqueen317, Rating: 19, Source: LushStories

    Please read "The Gardener I" first: ... "Thank you for the update," my husband says. "I trust you've been keeping them good and wet." He's talking about the hydrangeas you care for while he's at work. I swallow my smile and stare at the ground, knowing your eyes are boring into me as you reply. "Yes, sir. Very wet," Sensing your eyes lingering on my legs and remembering how you'd just spread them open and dove into me with your intent mouth. You made me shudder and moan; you told me how sweet my pussy tasted as you lapped up my explosive orgasm. I ran my fingers through your curls and you grasped my ass, both of us longing to destroy whatever space existed between your tongue and my cunt. Very wet indeed. "Excellent. Carry on," my husband dismisses you without a thought but I know your gaze never truly leaves me, even as you make a show of returning to your work. You watch as my husband pulls me close, his arms possessively encircling my waist. His lips meet mine. I panic when his mouth works my clenched jaw open and his tongue slides into me- can he taste you? It hasn't even been five minutes since I had you sprawled on my reclined deck chair as I devoured your pulsing cock. I hadn't let you pull out of my desperate mouth. You had cum hard, your juices streaming down my throat and overflowing from my mouth down your shaft. I had cleaned you the best I could, licking desperately as I heard the garage door go up and my husband arrive home. I suspected the deck chair might be ...
    sticky from a few drops that had escaped me. I knew my quick dive into the pool would have erased some evidence but I couldn't hide your taste, not with his tongue now exploring the space that, only moments ago, was brimming with your hot cum. Luckily, my husband is not a suspicious man. Or a bright one. "Mmm, what have you been eating?" he jovially inquires. A wave of relief rushes through me. The wave turns to something else when I feel his hand sliding up my thigh and into my bikini. "Woah woah woah," I whisper, "the gardener is right there!" I'm not sure which is stronger, the fear that letting my husband feel my still-aroused cunt will betray us or the fear that the sight of him doing so will hurt you. I won't let myself acknowledge the deeper fear that you wouldn't care at all. My protests come too late. My husband's fingers graze my sensitive clit and he can tell how desperate I am to be fucked. If only he hadn't interrupted us before I could feel your cock inside me. "I guess you've been anxious for me to come home," he says, innocence and narcissism combining to tragic effect. "Let's see what we can do about that." His pants are undone in a flash as he moves to take me right there, on that same deck chair. I'm only able to pull him as far as the poolside cabana without raising suspicion. I pray we're far enough from your gaze; maybe the hydrangeas can actually hold your attention for the few minutes I need to appease my husband. As he fumbles to undress the rest of ...
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