My Gardener, My Temptation!

As I was saying goodbye to my husband, my eyes hovered over his shoulder and followed the actions of the muscled man in our garden, my gardener.

I always wondered what my gardener wore underneath his overalls. He had a black shirt, wrapping tightly around his round shoulders and bulging biceps. “Well Good morning, Bailee,” his deep voice boomed when he saw me emerging from the house. “Morning, Sam,” I answered and licked my lips. So there were no formalities between us when we were alone, and today, I decided there should be no barriers separating us at all. ‘Can I ask you something personal? ‘Of course,’ my gardener shrugged.

“How do you feel about wearing denim without underwear?” “Is that what you are doing now, Bailee?”  My gardener smirked and scanned my legs.

“I may be,”I giggled. “And you wonder if we are in alignment?”  “Yes” I uttered under my breath. To my surprise, and absolute delight, my gardener snapped the buttons at the top of his working attire and the blue overalls crinkled at his ankles. He kicked them away and stood bottomless in front of me. My gardeners massive cock was a throbbing, veinymonster. Thick drops of pre-cum smeared his tip and I didn’t even realize my legs walked on their own and my knees touched his toes. I welcomed the dick behind my teeth. Long before my mind realized what was going on. In the whirlwind of excitement, I lost my clothes. I slurped the glans and licked the shaft from its oozing peak to the prickly balls. The taste agreed with my mouth. The aroma lodged in my brain and all the worries that were tormenting me faded.

I forgot about my husband. I was just thinking about, sucking the cock of my gardener and there was nothing else that mattered.

My pussy was soaking wet. The the itch within was something only one tool could properly scratch. On the garden table, where my husband and I often had dinner in the summer, I pressed my boobs against it and offered my holes. My gardener grabbed my cheeks and spread them open. He positioned behind me and entered me without mercy. His pulsating rod stretched my pussy and my pussy collapsed around it. My pussy squeezed my gardeners cock and the subtle intricacies of his cock  were imprinted in my brain. The warmth of the skin, the width of the girth, the length, the shifting veins, and the ballooning canal at the bottom of his shaft. All that mixed with the steady and powerful thrusts to push me closer to the edge. I was drowning in my lust and glided on the tip of my gardeners magnificent cock.

My gardener was pummeling my cervix and I was completely enamored with the feeling in my moist cave. I bit my lower lip and whimpered. ‘Oh, fuck!’ my gardener startled.

My gardeners powerful hands lifted me and carried me behind a bush. ‘Your husband is back!’ ‘Bailee!’ I heard his stupid voice screech in the house. My gardener still had his shirt on and only his upper body was visible behind the thick green bush. ‘Have you seen my wife?’ ‘Uhm, no,’ my gardener grunted. ‘I think she leeeeft!’  My lips around his cock, as my tongue guided his dick right to the back of my throat. ‘I am sorry, I really don’t know where she is,’ the man was a natural-born liar but something honest was expanding in my mouth. As he was spilling lies to my husband, his cock spewed tons of cum right in my throat, my gardener was shook but kept it under control. I gagged from all the sperm blocking my throat, and my idiot husband was none the wiser.

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