Nick Eastwood: The gardener got her

"Unnnnnhhhhh, fuck, whaaaahhhhh!" she wailed.

It was a wonderful discovery to learn that she could get herself off with her own fingers. It wasn't as exciting or as satisfying as fucking Howard, but it was plenty good enough. Lucy had hardly finished coming down from that climax before she wanted another.

She flipped a few more pages in the book and found a photo that especially aroused her. Imitating the girl, she made her middle finger stiff and slid it up her cunt. It was the sensation she'd been craving, something long and stiff in her greedy little cunt.

"Ooooooh, yessssss!" she squealed.

She began finger-fucking herself, recalling how good it had felt when Howard did that to her last night. Closing her eyes, she fantasized that he was with her now, wickedly turning her on by finger-fucking her. She drenched her pistoning finger with molten cunt juice. In seconds she was quivering on the brink of another orgasm.

Working her finger as fast as she could, she made red-hot friction in her squirting box. The friction led to an explosion of pleasure that ripped through her whole body. She sobbed in ecstasy, working her finger up and down like crazy as she climaxed.

"Unnnhhhhh, fuck – unnngggghhhhhh!" she cried.

By now she'd had enough orgasms to cool her lust for awhile. The young bride hopped out of bed and headed for the shower, whistling happily. She'd discovered there was nothing like an hour of sex to put her in a good mood. She just wondered how she'd gotten along without it for so long.

She was also looking forward to a big breakfast. She'd worked up quite an appetite.

After breakfast Lucy found herself with nothing to do.

There was a housekeeper who took care of all the cooking and cleaning, and Howard had other employees to maintain the house and grounds. Of course, he'd insisted that Lucy give up her job. Howard Benton's wife couldn't work as a secretary.

Lucy really didn't mind not working, but she wondered how she was going to pass the time. Today the choice wasn't too difficult. It was hot, and the huge swimming pool looked very inviting. She changed into a skimpy red bikini and had a nice long swim.

Afterward she stretched out on a mat by the pool and let the sun soak into her skin. While she was working, she hadn't had much chance to get a tan, and now she could make up for that. She felt relaxed and lazy, and she'd almost nodded off when she heard the sound of hedge clippers.

She opened her eyes and saw the live-in gardener and handyman, Mike, trimming some bushes nearby. Mike was a hunk. Lucy sure enjoyed looking at him. Six feet tall, deeply tanned, with sun-bleached blond hair, he was one of the most attractive men she'd ever seen. He was wearing skin-tight jeans and no shirt.

Lucy supposed she shouldn't stare at him. It wasn't polite and, besides, she was a newly married woman. She shouldn't feel an interest in anyone but her husband. Still she couldn't take her eyes off Mike and his hard-muscled body. She felt herself getting horny again.

Mike wasn't much older than she was, maybe in his mid-twenties. Although she loved Howard, he was a lot older than her, actually old enough to be her father. He was still very attractive, but he didn't always speak her language. She knew Mike would understand her.

Still she was ashamed of herself about feeling horny for him. Those feelings belonged only to Howard. She was trying to force herself not to look at the handsome gardener when he happened to look up and catch her eyes. He broke into a devastatingly sexy grin.

"Good morning, Mrs. Benton," he said.

"Oh, Mike, you can still call me Lucy," she laughed. "I'm not gonna go snobbish on you just because I married your boss."

She and Mike had gotten on a first name basis when she was dating Howard and he'd bring her to the house. But she'd never gotten to know Mike really well, and this was the first time they'd been alone together. Mike set down his clippers and wandered over to the edge of the pool. He was already drenched with sweat from the hot morning sun.

"That water sure looks nice," he sighed.

"Go ahead and take a swim," Lucy said. "I won't tell."

"Hey, boss lady, you're all right," Mike said with a grateful grin. "I'd really like to cool off. But I don't have a bathing suit."

Lucy reddened, but she didn't feel she could go back on her offer. She really did think it was unfair that Mike couldn't use the pool, just because he was an employee. She'd just had a refreshing dip, and he needed one, too. She tried to look cool as she answered.

"Oh, go ahead and skinny-dip," she said.

"Thanks," Mike laughed.

He wasn't bashful about stripping, and there wasn't much for him to take off, just sneakers, jeans and jockey shorts. He was naked in seconds, leaving Lucy breathless. She focused helplessly on his dangling cock and big hairy balls, and then he was diving into the clear water.

Suddenly Lucy's slit felt red-hot, and she was creaming heavily. Mike had such a fantastic body, and she wanted him in bed. She wanted to run her hands all over him, and then she wanted to fuck him. She was practically gurgling and writhing with lust for the guy. What in the world was the matter with her?

Lucy thought she knew the answer to that. Believing that a woman should be a virgin when she marries, Lucy had always kept her lust under strict control. She hadn't allowed herself to feel horny. But now that she could relax and enjoy sex, it was hard to confine her lust to just one man.

Now that her virginity wasn't holding her back, she realized that maybe she should have gotten a little experience before settling down. Maybe she wouldn't be content to fuck the same man for the next thirty or forty years. She sure wanted Mike, she couldn't deny it.

But, dammit, she couldn't have him because she was married to Howard. She resigned herself to that and ordered herself to behave. Lying on her belly in the blazing sun, she closed her eyes and tried to think just about her wonderful new life. Then she gasped as water dripped onto her back.

"Hey!" she cried, looking up to see Mike standing over her. She hadn't even heard him get out of the pool.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you," he said with that sexy grin. "But you're gonna get sunburned if you don't put something on yourself. Let me rub you down with some of this sunscreen."

Lucy had brought along a tube of sunscreen but had been too lazy to apply it. She knew Mike was right, though. The last thing she needed was a bad sunburn the next time she had a bedroom romp with her husband.

"Thanks, that's a good idea," she said.

Mike sat down naked beside her, and she closed her eyes to avoid staring at his cock. He squeezed some sunscreen into his hands and clapped them onto her shoulders. He began to rub the cool lotion into her skin, and she couldn't help gurgling with pleasure.

"Mmmmmmm, you do that good!" she sighed.

"I have a license in massage," he said. "Howard paid for my training. He likes a rub-down now and then."

Lucy would have liked a rubdown every day from this sexy guy. She just melted as he massaged her neck, shoulders and arms. He worked his way onto her back, and when he untied her bikini bra strap it just seemed the natural thing to do. Then he slid his lotion-slick hands down under her and cupped her ripe young tits.

"Hey, Mike, knock that off." Lucy giggled.

"Can't blame a guy for copping a feel," he chuckled. "You're a beautiful girl, Lucy, and I just couldn't resist. Forgive me?"

Lucy could hardly talk, she was so turned on. Her sensitive tits were completely enveloped by Mike's huge hot hands, and they were throbbing and swelling. Her nipples went rigid and dug into his palms. She creamed right through her bikini bottoms.