It had been a couple weeks since the surprise rendezvous in the shed, but things on all accounts were starting to bloom. Seeds started to sprout. The garden was coming to life. Your new friends seemed to be at odds with one another, but you were confident you could make something of nothing there – just like you had with the empty lot.
You and Lindley were hanging out every few days or so. She worked at home too, so you didn’t have a specific schedule. Sometimes she’d come down and work at your countertop. Other times, you might both take an extended lunch and walk to a nearby cafe together. She’d been over a couple evenings when your husband had gotten home. You’d asked him about her, hoping he might show interest in a threesome, but he didn’t bite.
Come to think of it, he hasn’t been showing much of an interest in anything lately. He’s been working longer hours, sure, but on most days that he doesn’t he just seems less interested. Sure, he was older than you, but you weren’t concerned that his sex drive was aging. Well, you actually had been worried about that, but then you got ready for him one afternoon. You put on the leather strapped lingerie, put a gag in your mouth, and posted a sign on the countertop that read, “Lick me wherever you like. Take me however you want.” You waited for him on the plushy ottoman in the living room with your head resting down and your ass in the air. Your holes and jaw were sore the next afternoon after he finished with you. The bruises from the spanking stayed for a few days. You figured he’d like the wooden spatula you’d strategically left out for him to find.
That was a Tuesday after work. Wednesdays and weekends were your days in the garden. You’d be out there all day if you could schedule your work around it. Wednesdays and Saturdays were when you could hang out with Stacy…
…at her house. With Jason there. You figured out that she was a brat, but you didn’t realize how naive she was. You told her that you had no interest in Justin. She believed you – or, at least you were quite sure that she did. You did have a strategy to only go over and see her after he’d jacked off by the pool. You’d watch from the shed, masturbate or edge yourself to the brink of orgasm, and then head over there soon after.
You did know that Stacy and Justin were still fighting and fucking – Lindley always gossiped to you with a hint of jealousy in her voice. You must have thought that, to an extent, Stacy believed that she must have it so goddamn good. She’d be the wild, young sexy thing her husband wanted (more information sourced from Lindley – apparently that household did not believe in curtains or blinds), then she’d try to reclaim her youth with reckless lust with Justin. You were a breath of fresh air for her. You made sure that Lindley couldn’t see it whenever you played with her. You even went so far as to be sneaky in the house like you were paranoid about your affair together being discovered.
You did quickly learn that she was very, very eager to please however. She loved being submissive to you. You could command her to put her tongue anywhere, and there it would appear for your pleasure. You were sure to make her cum – when you felt like it. You made sure she knew that her orgasms happened when you felt like it. That uncertainty of a reward seemed to make her wetter for you. And she would blow up your phone. You always knew you could seduce with your words, and type the absolute nastiest things you could imagine (the guys liked it), but she knew how to talk to you and what to show you. On more than one occasion, you’d considered sneaking out of bed, leaving your husband there, and having her meet you in the newly built trellises beneath the moonlight.
But, the day was soon coming. You needed to get Justin. Everything about him fired off your lust fireworks like there was a holiday celebration in your panties. Sure, you didn’t wear real panties often, but that’s not the point.
You and her stood at the kitchen bar. You watched for the show outside through the patio door. There hadn’t been any shows put on while you were there since you started coming over. He would wear a speedo, and you could see the bulge. You were surprised that little fabric could keep that long cock contained. Fuck it, today was the day you were letting that monster out.
She stood there, swirling wine in her glass and complaining about her husband. She stared exasperatedly into the glass and you glanced outside to see Justin walking onto the diving board. You stepped around the corner to her, cupped the back of her neck, and kissed her mid-sentence.
“Fuck,” she stopped you. “Justin is out there! What if he sees?”
“You’re his stepmom, right?”
“Yes, and he and his dad have a good relationship.”
“Do they do anything together?” Skepticism evident in your voice. “I never see him around, but Justin is always here.”
She was at a loss for words. You knew they didn’t do anything, and she didn’t know you knew their secret. You added, “Besides, if I was his stepmom, I’d be fucking him if my husband wasn’t around. Just look at the size of that bulge. He looks vigorous, like he has stamina too.” Your tone heavily implied that you suspected something between them, at the least. “All I’m saying is that I wouldn’t judge you. Actually, I’d be damn proud of you for taking control of the fact your husband is never here.”
You grabbed her hair in your hand, tilted her head back, and kissed her neck. “Don’t you want him to catch a glimpse? Even just a little one?”
“I want more than that.” She confessed like they were the magic words. Immediately after, your tongues were intertwined and you were pulling her closer to you. You glanced over, out of the patio, and saw him not paying attention.
“If you’re a good brat for me, I’ll reward you,” you said. You led her over to the couch by the patio. You figured that the glare from the sun might make it so that he’d have to walk in to really get a good look at what was going on. You stood between her and the couch and sat down. You spread your legs revealing that you weren’t wearing panties and that your cunt was shopping wet, waiting for her kiss. But first, you made her undress. Slowly. You glanced out the window to see if he noticed anything. After you had her slowly peel down her panties and get on her knees, you noticed the bulge in his speedo was significantly larger than it had been moments before.
You commanded her to crawl to you. That’s when he stopped and started staring. You didn’t want to make your glances seem obvious – not right away. Her tongue and lips kissed your pussy and clit. You pressed your head back into the sofa with pleasure and held her head firmly with your hands between your thighs.
You didn’t know where she learned to eat pussy, but she was clearly an expert from your experience. Only a couple of past partners had been this good. One was the country-club wife; years of sexual frustration had taken her to every avenue she could find for an orgasm. The other, Marquis, always insisted on eating you out from behind. His nose would press up against your asshole and his tongue would work it’s magic. You’d be screaming his name by the time his huge, ebony cock thrust inside you. You were really starting to love Stacy’s oral skills though – almost like you didn’t need to feel Justin’s cock.
Almost.
You opened your eyes and gently rolled your head to the side. You looked into his eyes, and he wasn’t surprised or startled. You looked down at his speedo, bit your lip, and then looked back to his face. You nodded your head to call him inside.
“You stay right there, baby. Keep licking,” you said to Stacy between gasps. You eye-fucked him the whole way in. He left the door wide open. “Take those off,” you said to him. He did as you said, and the speedo fell to the floor with a wet squelch. He was throbbingly hard. “Turn to the side. I wanna see the whole thing.”
It was the longest cock you had seen in your life. It wasn’t particularly girthy, but you could already picture the things he was going to do with it. You could feel it sliding into the back of your throat. You could picture stroking your hands up and down it, twisting them as you did so. You could imagine it sliding as far into your pussy as it would go. There would probably be an inch or so that just could push it’s way in without him pounding your cervix first. It looked perfect for your ass. Long, and slender, you could feel it’s length sliding in. You could feel it still going in. And then sliding out. It would be slow at first, but the long thrusts he could take with that would ensure that any cum he left in your ass, or pussy for that matter, would disappear inside you.
“Does her cunt look wet?” you asked him.
He nodded.
“Come this way,” you said. “I want to watch you slide it all the way into her.” You held her head tight, ensuring she knew her job was pleasing you. He stepped forward without a word, smacked her ass, and guided the tip of his cock to her eager pussy. She moaned when he slowly pushed the head inside her, and you pulled her mouth back to your clit. She had one job: to please you. And he knew you were in charge. He looked to you for direction, and you grinned lustfully.
You weren’t leaving this house until he had bent you over with Stacy beneath you watching his cock rail you from below, until he had pumped your hungry kitty full of cum, and until Stacy had licked it all out of you.
The seeds were sprouting indeed, and many more seeds were yet to be planted deep – everywhere you demanded they be planted. You looked to the open door as you came on Stacy’s talented tongue and wondered if other gardeners might be jealous of your crops – if they were watching from a condo, that is.
[To be continued]
[Parts 1-3 on my page]
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/vb0q86/trellises_and_trysts_part_4