1. The Gardener VI


    Date: 9/19/2015, Categories: Bisexual, Author: dramaqueen317, Rating: 13, Source: LushStories

    It was the perfect situation and soon I was able to let go of my qualms and appreciate the perfection. How did you know he wanted you? More importantly, how did you know how wet it would make me watching you give him what he wants? My husband comes home from work every day on his lunch hour now, taking advantage of the yoga class I told him will keep me out of the house from noon to one. But I'm really in the bushes, hiding in your secret spot. He's almost caught us a few times by taking an early lunch. Hearing the car pull into the driveway, you're forced to pull out of me and pretend you've been working all morning (it's a wonder he doesn't notice how the garden has fallen into such disarray). You take your position cleaning the pool or trimming the hedges, letting him think your raging hard-on is a product of anticipation and not the hard fucking you were just giving his wife. On the days that we're almost caught, I'm left naked and dripping as I watch your daily tryst. But even when we know he's coming, when I make it to my hiding spot fully clothed and perfectly calm, the sight of what you do to him drives me to the edge. He lies by the pool and watches you work. Timid at first, he's become bolder and bolder as the days wear on and now even goes so far as to pull out his dick as soon as he settles in. He strokes himself as his eyes drink you in. His hands work his shaft slowly as he hardens, stroking leisurely and enjoying his own touch. There's no urgency or desperation ...
    to his movements; he knows he'll get to cum soon enough. You like to make him wait. I think you like the idea of him getting so hard just by looking at you. I know the feeling. Eventually, you let him catch your eye and, as soon as you do, you're being summoned. ... As soon as he leaves, you come to me, kissing me deep and letting me taste how crazy you drove him. You carry me over to the pool deck and gently lay me on my back. I reach for your cock, loving how swollen you always get from servicing someone. You know what I want and let out a soft groan as you give it to me, covering my naked body with your hot cum. When the final few drops have coated me, you drop to your knees, positioning yourself over my cum-soaked body and begin to lick me clean. You go slow, swirling your tongue around the cum and massaging it into me. I moan with pleasure as your hands and tongue work their way over me, turning my husband's orgasm into my own. ... It's become routine. Day after day, week after week, we use you for our pleasure. Or maybe you use us. I live in an almost constant state of arousal, thinking about you every second I'm not wrapped around you. Even at night when I can't have you, I touch myself and watch my husband's cock twitching as he sleeps. I know he's thinking about the same thing I am, your hot lips wrapped around his shaft as he pumps his thick seed into you. You think his guilt over being sucked off by someone other than his wife is what keeps him from bringing up my ...
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