The Gardener - Sex Stories

The Gardener

... need you inside me, but first you need to cum. My hands kneed your swollen balls as my mouth devours your delicious shaft. I feel you tighten. You move to pull out of my mouth but my hands grip your hips- I want to taste your cum. You convulse as your juices begin to flow- long, thick spurts of cream down my throat, filling my mouth. I continue to work your shaft, even as you begin to shrink, sensitive to touch. I softly ease the final drops of you onto my tongue, tasting every inch of you as I erase the evidence of your explosive orgasm. I desperately want to feel your thick cock inside me, sliding in and out of my tight wet pussy as you whisper dirty details in my ear. I want you to cum on my naked body, lying by the pool where you've been watching me for so long. I want to feel the trace of your tongue as you lick the cum off of my exposed stomach, my hard nipples and swollen clit... But I hear a car pull into the driveway. You swiftly pull on your work pants and disappear into the garden. I recover my bathing suit and dive into the pool to account for its wetness. My husband comes through the gate and calls to you, asking for a report on the day's progress. I emerge from the pool and he kisses me possessively as you talk about hydrangeas. He doesn't notice that beneath the thick material of your pants, your cock's begun to harden one more.