1. The Gardener II


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

    the way, I quickly scan the garden. You're out of sight so I desperately try to put you out of mind. If I can forget you, I might enjoy this quick fuck; it's unusually spontaneous for my by-the-book husband and I am, after all, already primed to be taken. Happy to be spared the view, I let him take me from behind. Bent over the counter where we make our margaritas, I can imagine the long, thin cock sliding furiously in and out of my swollen pussy is yours, though it takes all my imagination to do so. My husband's hands dutifully grasp my breasts in a genuine attempt to pleasure me. Not a word is uttered; not a moan or a gasp, just the sound of the task at hand. My mind wandering, I forget my determination to see nothing but the countertop and I lift my gaze to the window in front of me and catch your eye. You're staring at us as we fuck, my husband thankfully too focused to see. I strain to read the expression on your face but it's impossible; are you angry? Are you hurt? Surely you're not intrigued. Our locked eyes remind me of us, of my earlier orgasm with your face between my legs, of the feeling of my lips wrapped tightly around your thick, textured shaft. I remember how your gaze has always made me wet, even before today when I finally felt your touch. My thoughts filled with you; I cum. As I recover from my own mild but welcome orgasm, I feel something warm hit my back. When he gently wipes it away with a towel, I realize what I'd felt was my husband's cum, politely deposited where it would be least offensive after he pulled out of me and finished himself off. He tenderly wraps his arms around me and kisses my neck. "I hope you enjoyed that," he says softly before squeezing my hand and heading towards the main house. As I exit the cabana I can't help but search for you. I don't know what I would say if I found you; I know I can't trust myself if I get too near you, especially when we're not alone. Still, I search for you. But you're nowhere to be found.
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