The Garden (M/F, outdoors, teeny bit of voyeurism)

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It was hot as balls while I was finishing cutting the grass at our new house. As I pushed the mower around a tree, I caught a glimpse of my wife’s ass as she was on her knees, planting flowers. She knew the names to all of them and I knew none of them. I had been stealing glances at her and each time, I’d see a new angle that was making me forget about the task at hand, and more about what position we could fuck in right now.

I pushed the lawn mower over to the last section of yard that needed to be cut and thought about taking a break and coming on to her. When I looked over at her she was sitting on her heels, taking a long drink of water from a Mason jar she always had with her.

Amy was wearing cut off shorts, made dirty by planting so much already, and a black and white polka dotted swim suit top. A straw sun hat rested over her auburn hair, the ring on her left hand sparkling in the sunlight.

I called her my wife because we’ve been together for fifteen years. When we were discussing buying the house we talked about getting married and she said, “I don’t want to get married, but I do want a ring. And you. And the house.”

The day we got the keys to our home, I surprised her with a ring, it’s center stone a ruby with diamonds around it. I’m not sure what made her happier, our home, me, or that ring.

It was fall when we moved in and we’d discussed what to plant in our garden once spring rolled around. She had a list ready. From flowers to veggies, she wanted it all. We’d spent the better part of the week gathering everything we’d need from a hardware store, deciding that we’d work on it over the weekend.

She was so excited about the garden. I was less excited about cutting the grass, but glad to be finished. I turned the lawn mower off and pulled my sweaty gray t-shirt over my head before approaching her, my cock already semi-hard.

“All done?” Amy asked, looking up, her hands now pushed into thick gloves, a bead of sweat trickling down her cleavage.

“For now.” I replied, reaching for her jar of water. “May I?”

“Of course.” She went back to adding and pressing soil around the pink flowers then stood, pulled off her gloves, and wrapped her arms around my waist, looking at me expectantly like she did when she wanted something that generally involved food or my cock.

I felt myself harden completely against her warm body, the sweaty scent of her skin added to my desire as I kissed her. She responded eagerly, her hands grasping at my hips, my ass and then my cock. I thumbed the sides of her breasts just to tease her.

She kissed the corner of my mouth, moved to my cheek, then dragged her tongue from my collar bone to my jaw while gripping my cock. Her lips were salty sweet when she returned to my mouth “Come here.” she said, kicking off her sandals and stepping into the dark soil of the garden. I followed suit, abandoning my shoes next to hers.

“Nothing has been planted here yet.” she said about the part we were sinking our feet into while she unbuttoned my shorts, letting them fall.

I watched her get on her knees and take me into her mouth, feeling her tongue rub the underside of my shaft, then slide over the head. Sunlight bounced off of her hair, her freckled skin, as her hat fell to the ground. She was sucking me more eagerly than she had in a while. I imagined the change of scenery added to her excitement.

I ran my hand over the top of her hair as she played, feeling another surge of excitement. Seeing and feeling her desire made me harder. I wanted her breasts but couldn’t quite reach with her sitting on her heels. I could still see them as she slid her lips from shaft to head, then felt her hands grab my ass, before squeezing the sides of my thighs.

I could feel I was going to come soon if she kept going, and I didn’t want to finish without fucking her.

As if reading my mind, her lips gleaming, she asked “Are you close? I want to fuck you.”

“How’d you know?” I laughed.

“Just a feeling.” she said, standing and untying her swimsuit top, tossing it into the grass outside the garden.

I picked a flower, thinking I’d ask more about the names of all of them later as she exclaimed, “Hey! I just planted those!”

I traced the side of her breast with it, outlining each nipple, taking my time which made her fidget and sometimes reach for my cock as she was doing right now. She wasn’t always comfortable being teased or played with unless her own hands were busy.

I kept playing with the flower until she kissed me and said she wanted me inside of her.

We decided that fucking her from behind would be best as she stripped down, both of us tossing our shorts over with our shoes, her looking around.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Nothing. Just wondering if anyone can see us.” she replied, turning around and getting on her knees.

I knelt behind her and placed my cock against her pussy rubbing it against her smooth skin while reaching for her breast, resting my other hand on her hip. She moved with me, positioning herself to take my cock as I watched it disappear inside of her.

I stroked her hip, admiring the sharp curve her waist made, before pushing all the way in. I heard her sigh. Amy started with rolling her hips in circles while I watched her thick ass, my cock buried inside of her. I gripped her hard, my thumbs pressing into her flesh. I thrust harder and deeper as she became more vocal, bucking against me. I also wondered if neighbors could see or hear us. I reached for her clit, pressing my fingers to it, adding just enough pressure to get her off.

She was quick to come then, her voice loud and boisterous, adding to my pleasure. Of course I knew I was going to come within seconds after hearing her. And of course I did come, my cock and hips tightening as I let go inside of her.

She turned around delivering a mischievous grin. I picked up the flower I was playing with earlier, and traced her spine with it, not wanting to pull out just yet, still enjoying the feeling of her.

In a neighboring house, just beyond their back yard, Angela had walked into her bedroom to make her bed when she saw the couple standing in their garden, and the woman giving a blowjob. She hadn’t met them yet, but had seen the moving truck arrive several months back.

She couldn’t help herself as she watched. She stood there, pressing her hand between her legs getting herself off as she watched them eventually fuck. While she knew they were new to the neighborhood and hadn’t thought much of it until now, she was glad they came.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ckdkac/the_garden_mf_outdoors_teeny_bit_of_voyeurism