1. The Gardener V


    Date: 8/22/2015, Categories: Seduction, Author: dramaqueen317, Rating: 16, Source: LushStories

    I haven't seen my husband since he found me yesterday, sprawled naked on our bed, your cum leaking out of my stretched cunt. "Whose cum is in you?" he had asked but, before I could think of a response, he was gone. By the time I found my robe and rushed after him, he was already pulling out of the driveway, back in the car that had just brought him home from work. I'm waiting for you in the backyard when you arrive for work first thing in the morning. Your last image of me is the same as my husband's: lying naked and asleep on the bed I share with him, where I'd just been fucked by you. But, for you, that image isn't betrayal. For you, it's victory. For you, it's the memory of the long-awaited moment when you finally took me for your own, sliding your thick shaft inside me and filling me in a way you knew he never had. I had cum so hard for you and, when you left me sleeping off my orgasm, you took in the image of me lying there filled with you, anticipating this moment when you could take me again. You drop your tools and reach for me but, instead of my warm embrace, you're met with a cold slap. "Fuck your cum," I fire at you. I'm outraged by the sly grin that plays across your face as you rub your red cheek. "I thought you liked my cum," you tease, reaching for me again. You take my hand before I can hit you again, controlling my touch as your other hand pulls me into you. "Not when my husband finds it leaking out of me," I say, matter of fact. I'm overwhelmed by panic over ...
    my husband's flight and furious that you're too blame, but your touch is making it hard to think straight. You freeze when you realize my coldness isn't a game. "You were still asleep when he came home?" your voice suggests concern but I can't read your expression. Did you mean to let me sleep, assuming I'd wake up on time to shower before my husband came home? It occurs to me that maybe you were hoping we'd be caught. My blood begins to boil again. "Why didn't you lick me clean before you left?" I demand, trying to pull away from you. Your strong hands trap me in place, one resting firmly on the small of my back, the other still grasping my own, guiding my open palm against your chest, tracing downwards. "I thought about it," you murmur, your mouth lowering towards mine, making me quiver even as I fume. "At one point I was between your legs, lips almost to your clit." I can feel myself melting at your words. I can't help but believe you. "I just couldn't bring myself to take my cum back; it made me so hard seeing it leak out of you. I worked the rest of the afternoon with raging wood, thinking about you lying upstairs with me still, in a way, filling you up". I almost cum right there, listening to your words as you graze my curves with one hand and guide me to touch you with the other. It takes all my strength to stop myself from surrendering completely. "I can't lose him," I protest. "You won't," you reply confidently, your hands still tracing my body as you hold me close, ...
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