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Gardening Fun
by Willie Duet (willieduet@hotmail.com)
***
Back in the day before STD's my wife had a thing for
the gardener. When I found out about it we all got
kinky together and had a good time. I hope you enjoy
reading about thsi adventure, but before embarking on
this type of activity use common sense and condoms.
(MMF, wife-sharing, voy, drugs)
***
I got off work at four. I wanted to see what Armand had
done for our landscaping project at the house. Armand
does a lot of work around our place. My wife Sheila is
usually the one who directs him, but I like to check in
just to make sure they aren't getting something
completely cockeyed.
I also like to check in because Armand has some friends
in the dope business and he is constantly scoring some
very nice weed. I like to buy in at the same time. I
just pay him twice as much as I would have for his
labor alone and he brings me three or four ounces of
grass. This particular day I was anxious to meet with
him because a long promised stash of Vancouver green
had arrived, and I had been without any to smoke for a
week. I had gotten into a nice routine, smoking every
night, and I liked it. Whenever I had a little break
from this routine I would realize just how much I liked
it. Anybody that thinks weed isn't addictive has never
smoked it steadily for a month or two.
My wife knows I smoke and sometimes she gets on me
about it but
generally lets me alone. For one thing, it means she
can get away with stuff herself. How much she gets away
with I was soon to find out. But for me it meant we got
to ignore each other's little issues. For another
thing, if she's in the mood for sex she knows that
grass makes both of us more disposed to just go for it;
the stupid arguments we otherwise get into don't happen
when we've smoked a joint or two. Sex was never better
than when we are both high.
Sheila has a nice body and she likes to show it off in
an earthy way. Her favorite outfit working in the yard
is an old pair of cutoff 501 button fly jeans, minus
the top two buttons, and one of my old work shirts; no
panties, no bra, no shoes. There is nothing sexier to
see than her bending over with the shirt gapping away
to reveal her boobs hanging down, nice 38 Ds with no
tan lines and big pointy nipples that pucker up hard at
the slightest provocation.
Even better is the sight of her standing with hands on
hips, her shorts low down with a few little curls of
pubic hair poking out where the buttons are gone, her
nicely rounded belly and navel on display under the
half buttoned work shirt. It doesn't get any better
than this, going to the nursery with her dressed this
way, to see the reactions guys have to her. More than
once we've got it on as soon as we got home, because
she looked so hot, we both got excited and just had to
fuck.
This particular day I parked in the carport and walked
around to the back, because I knew that Armand would be
putting his tools away and Sheila would be making a
list of the things she wanted done next. I had a roll
of bills to pay Armand in my pocket. As I rounded the
back corner of the house I heard them talking. Then I
saw Sheila, standing bent over with her hands on her
knees, looking intently at something Armand was working
on.
He was on his hands and knees in front of her, next to
a newly built retaining wall. I admired Sheila's ass.
It was round and firm in her old cutoff shorts, which
had ridden up tightly into the crack of her butt. From
where I stood, her shirt hung away from her, and I
could see the underside of her tits, and daylight
between them.
Wow, I thought, that means Armand is getting an eyeful
too, from the front. As I came closer he saw me and
stood up, making a motion to dust his knees. But
something caught my eye right then, he was sporting a
bit of a hard on, poking against the front of his
pants. He put his hand over it but that just made more
obvious what it was.
I reached out to shake his hand and he let go of his
dick, and I thought, wow, what a boner, what was he
thinking? Looking at Sheila had got him turned on. I
immediately dismissed the thought, she looks sexy as
hell, and it was only natural that a guy would get
excited and want to fuck her.
"Hi guys!" I said, cheerful as I could be.
Armand smiled back, realizing that everything was going
to be cool. Sheila was in a great mood, I guess it had
all gone well. She waved me close and grabbed my arm,
very excited. Her boob pressed against me. I looked
down at her generous cleavage. She had maybe three
buttons open and her tits looked luscious. Her nipples
made little tents in the soft material of the shirt. I
resisted the impulse to squeeze them.
"Look at this, I asked Armand to make a wall here and I
think it came out great! What do you think?"
I looked in the direction she pointed, feeling the
warmth of her hands on me. There were little glints of
blond in her brown hair. I noticed right away her eyes
were kind of red, and her pupils were enlarged. Well,
it wasn't a bad time for pollen, so the only
explanation was that she had recently smoked a joint! I
looked at Armand. His eyes were also dilated and
bloodshot. All right! Things were looking up, this was
going to be just fine.
"Hey, that looks great! I like what you did, you did
well!" The wall did look good, looked like it had been
there forever. But my compliment was more to do with
the grass they had smoked, and my imminent
participation in getting loaded. So I gave her a big
hug, this time putting my hand on her ass, lifting her
up against me. Her thigh pressed tightly into my crotch
and I felt my cock responding.
I suggested that we should all go inside and have a
drink, or something, while I settled up with Armand on
the money. They agreed enthusiastically. We put the
rest of the tools away and went in to the den, which is
at the back of the house with a view out into the yard.
I asked Sheila to bring us all a beer, and while she
did that I counted out Armand's wages and the extra for
the dope. He handed me a fat package that fairly reeked
of grass, chuckling merrily.
I had to state the obvious, "You guys already got
started, I can tell. I'm surprised, I've never known
Sheila to smoke in the daytime." Now he grinned.
"You know, man, I was building that damn wall all day,
and she kept making me change it, too high, too low,
wrong color rocks, man she was driving me crazy. So I
took a break and made a j from your stash, and right
then she came around the corner.
Damn, busted, I thought she would be pissed, I was
ready to split! And she was pissed, pissed as hell, but
I said, hey, you're stressing me out, I gotta unwind.
And I was standing there with this big old reefer lit
and I took a chance. I said, why don't you try some?
And damned if she didn't!
I didn't think she smoked at all, but she knew exactly
what she was doing. Man that is some good stuff. And
after that, everything was just fine, she mellowed out!
That was just an hour ago. I finished the wall just
when you drove up!" I slapped his shoulder gently,
smiling.
"Man, that is good to know. I'm going to remember
that." Just then Sheila came in with three Coronas,
handed one to each of us and sat down on the couch next
to Armand. We raised our bottles in a toast and took a
pull. Sheila looked good, her knees up, slightly apart,
those old loose shorts gapping at the legs, her boobs
pushing at the soft shirt as her chest rose and fell
gently with her breathing, and her slightly stoned gaze
out at the yard.
I took the package of dope to my desk and quickly
rolled a few nice fat joints. I stuck one into my
pocket, came back to the couch with three more. I sat
down at the end of the couch and lit one, taking a
little drag. I handed it to Armand, and when he'd
toked, he passed it to Sheila, who accepted it without
a word and dragged in deeply. I thought, Armand could
wind up sleeping in the spare room, cause this is
really good stuff. Depending on how much he'd already
had, it might be hours before I'd want him driving. I
could feel a big rush building.
My turn came again. This was very, very potent. I toked
and said so.
Sheila's voice was low and husky, "Yeah, this is real
good. You know me and Armand smoked one right before
you came. I'm likin' it, babe. I'm likin' it a lot."
She smiled dreamily across at me and Armand, who nodded
and smiled back. One, I thought? Nah, they were both
lying, I'd guess they'd shared more than one j.
"That's cool, Sheil'. I'm glad you guys burned a few to
get started. We're all friends here. We can do this."
She smiled and nodded, didn't disagree with my "a few".
I was definitely feeling the buzz. They had to be
flying. I looked at my wife again. Oh yes, she was
loaded.
We smoked in silence, looking out at the yard, the
fading light. Armand sipped the last of his beer. I got
up and asked if he wanted another. My vision was
pulsating. I heard Sheila saying something. I looked
down and thought, damn she's sexy. I was looking at her
tits, watching her breathe, they looked so good and I
wanted to see them, touch them, suck them.
My dick stirred in my pants and I had a tremendous urge
to touch myself, right there, right then. My hand
moved, beyond my control, I stroked my crotch, as my
eyes continued to drink in the lusty beauty of her
chest, my mouth worked on forming a sentence, and my
ears took in what Sheila was saying.
"There are no more beers, that was the last of them.
You were supposed to get more!" She was right, I had
said I would. She
was mildly upset.
"You better go get some, you can't disappoint our
guest!" She gestured with her Corona. I decided I was
ok to drive, I'd only had a little to smoke and part of
one beer. She continued, "Get the beer, me and Armand
will stay here and guard these joints." She giggled.
I was getting my act together, and I managed to speak.
"Damn, I'm sorry. I'll go right now, I'll be back in 30
minutes. Sit tight, Armand, here, finish mine!" I
handed him my nearly full Corona, from which I had only
sipped a little. He sat back smiling. I thought, what a
nice guy we have working for us.
I went out through the kitchen into the garage, hearing
the door latch close behind me with a loud click. On a
hunch, I looked into the storage cupboard. I saw two
cases of Corona in plain sight. We had plenty, why
would Sheila say different? She wanted me out of the
house, that much was clear. I walked out to my truck
thinking about it. In a few seconds I was driving down
the road, watching my speed and paying close attention
to the road, thinking about Sheila and Armand.
All the way to the convenience store my mind was on my
driving but at the same time I was thinking about the
unusual situation that I had left behind, my wife and
the gardener and some very potent weed, which they'd
started smoking before I got there. That provocative
scene in the yard played over and over in my mind.
He'd definitely been excited looking at her tits, the
shape of his cock had been clearly defined in his
pants, he had the hots for Sheila. Armand never turned
down an opportunity to get loaded, and I knew about his
reputation with women. I thought about Armand screwing
my wife, what an interesting idea. I decided that would
be ok, that I might like that. Yes, that would be fine,
I thought, turning the image over in my mind.
I got a twelve pack of beer and started back. Now I was
thinking about Armand's reputation as a lover. The
story was that women dug him because he took a long
time to get off. It wasn't that he had a huge cock, no,
he just had amazing staying power, and they liked the
long ride he gave them.
I remembered that Sheila knew about this story, she'd
heard it from the cleaning lady, who knew Armand's ex
girlfriend. I was worried but more than that I was
excited. I wondered, if I stayed away long enough, what
might happen? Was something about to happen when I
arrived? Was all of this just stirred up by the dope? I
wasn't pissed about it, I was actually kind of curious
and more than that, excited to think about my wife
fucking somebody else, somebody I knew. I realized that
a part of me wanted this to happen rather powerfully,
that I wanted to see it.
So, instead of driving clear up the driveway I parked
down in the street and carried the beer, walking
quietly back to the house. I went in to the garage, and
found that the door to the house was locked. I came
back out and tried the front door, same thing. We never
locked doors. Now my heart was thumping. I knew
something was happening.
Still carrying the beer I walked quietly around to the
patio, and bending low, maneuvered myself over to a
window that had a view into the den. The blinds were
down but cracked open, and the window was open too. I
peered in, seeing that Sheila and Armand were still on
the couch. I moved a little closer, to get a real good
view and hear them clearly, they were seated about 12
feet away, and they weren't looking in my direction. I
got comfortable on my knees.
They had moved closer together after I left. I could
see that they were sharing another joint. Sheila was
sitting cross legged on the couch, her knee against his
thigh, and they were laughing.
"You know he'll be gone for at least an hour, don't
sweat it, Armand", she was saying. "Besides, we'll hear
his truck in the driveway. Just like before. Relax."
Sheila had placed her left hand on his thigh, up near
his hip. Armand leaned back, taking a deep drag on the
joint, with his eyes half closed. My wife's gaze had
settled on his crotch. His pants were tented up by his
cock again, he put his hand on it casually and gave it
a squeeze. She leaned way forward, putting both hands
on his leg, I figured he was getting another great view
of her tits right about now.
I watched as Sheila reached up and unzipped his pants.
She unbuckled his belt and opened them wide. Armand's
cock bobbled up and she smiled at the sight of it. His
dick was partly stiff, I couldn't blame him, any guy
would have had a hard on. Matter of fact, as I watched
Sheila lean forward my cock began to stiffen too.
She put her slender fingers on his shaft and held it,
looking at it intently, her lips parted, licking her
lips. I watched my wife bend her head closer, closer,
planting a kiss right on the end of it, a kiss that
continued with her soft lips opening slowly, sucking
his penis in a fraction of an inch at a time. As she
tasted him, Armand's cock grew longer and thicker and
stiffer.
I watched the firm flesh of his cock as she kept
working it with her mouth. She closed her eyes and
poured her energy into the blowjob, obviously relishing
the taste of him. As she caressed him she alternated
between taking all of it and licking and kissing up and
down the length of him or concentrating on just the
well formed head. I adjusted my pants to relieve my own
cramped stiffy. Now she was inhaling his cock, her
fingers on his balls, just like she had often done me,
her head bobbing gently up and down, his shaft going
deeper and deeper until her lips were touching the base
of it. He was groaning from the pleasurable sensations.
Wow, I thought, this was better than porn. Armand had
unbuttoned her shirt and her tits were swinging free.
They sure looked good, her nipples were already perky
and pointed. She moved closer to give him better access
to her chest. He cupped one juicy breast, then the
other, working the ends between his fingers, eliciting
muffled sighs of pleasure from her.
I liked seeing this. I squeezed my crotch. I opened a
beer and sipped it. She worked on him for 15 minutes,
and all that time he showed no sign of losing control.
He kept up a steady stream of encouragement, saying
"Oh, yeah, baby, that's good, so good, yeah right
there."
It was very obvious this wasn't the first time she'd
sucked his cock. I realized that the show was going to
get a whole lot better. And selfishly, I wanted to be
more than a poor spectator in my own backyard. So I
carefully backed my way out of there, hustling back
down the driveway to my truck. I started it up and
drove in to the carport. Then I used my key to come in
through the kitchen door, making some noise, carrying
the twelve-pack.
In the kitchen I called out, "Hey, I stopped at the
nursery to talk to Jane. Sorry I'm late! Here's the
beer!"
I slowed my pace as I could hear some rustling of
clothes and thumping. When I came through the door
Sheila was seated back on her end of the couch,
breathing heavily, and Armand was leaning forward,
probably trying to hide his rod. I smiled at them both,
handed Armand a beer. Oh my. They were both smiling
sheepishly. Sheila licked her lips. She had buttoned
her shirt oddly, one button off.
I took a joint off the table and lighted it, to get
things moving again. I knew they'd have started
fucking, maybe they had, if I hadn't come inside, and I
wanted that to happen, but I wasn't sure how to get
there. I also wanted to fuck Sheila, and I didn't care
if I got sloppy seconds, in fact I kind of wanted to be
second now. So I went over to sit by my wife, and as we
passed the joint I began feeling her up. At first she
started to push my hands away, like "not in front of
Armand", but I whispered something in her ear that
stopped her cold.
"I was watching you a few minutes ago, from outside.
And it made me do fuckin' horny. Do you want to pick it
up where you left off? It might be fun. I'm game." As I
whispered in her ear Armand was toking on the joint,
watching my hands moving under her shirt, squeezing and
teasing my wife's sensitive tits. Sheila's body sort of
melted back into my embrace.
"Are you sure? Right here, right now? You'd want us to
do that? If you want we could do that." She was smiling
now, and turned her gaze back to her lover, taking the
joint from him, taking a puff and handing it to me.
Sheila slid over next to him and unbuckled his belt,
and unzipped his trousers.
Armand was looking at me, even as he raised up to help
her get his pants off. I just smiled and nodded, not
saying a word, but that was all he needed to see. She
pulled his pants down, and laid them aside. Armand's
cock was still hard. She stood and slowly shed her
shirt, then her cutoffs, all the while watching him, as
each of us stared at her now naked body.
Sheila stepped forward, putting her knees on either
side of his chest, moving deliberately. Armand was
lying back, his pants off, his boner still wet from her
mouth, it was standing straight up against his stomach,
rigidly excited. Now he put one hand up squeezing her
magnificent tits and the other between her legs on her
pussy.
I knew he had his fingers in her slit, the way she was
rocking her hips and moaning, and I could hear the
wetness. He brought his wet fingers up to his lips and
licked them. She slowly lowered her ass down, one hand
holding his cock up to her pussy, working it up and
down her wet opening.
He had a huge grin on his face, his hands now grasping
her thighs, as she impaled herself on his cock, slowly
sinking down until he was all the way in. This was
definitely not their first time. I took my time with
the joint while the steady thumping of Sheila's ass
banging against Armand's hips drowned out all other
sounds.
Yes, this was a good show. I smoked and sipped and
watched and listened, getting more stoned and horny by
the minute. They kept changing position, taking great
pleasure in every angle. I watched her position herself
on all fours, and saw him place his hard, wet cock up
to her cunt and work it in, slow and smooth.
It seemed to take forever, to slide in, into her slit.
His dick seemed bigger now, certainly just as hard, the
knob of his cock a deep pinkish purple color. Sheila
strained to back in to him, to get more of that rod
inside her. He grabbed her tits and boned her like a
dog and made her squeal.
They turned again, oblivious to my presence, now he was
fucking her from on top, his strokes slow and deep.
Every now and then he pulled out and pressed the length
of his erection against the outer lips of her sex,
grinding it up against her clit, making her squirm and
wiggle her legs and moan some more.
"Oh yes, yes, Yes!Yes!Yes!Yes! Oh fuck me Armand,
you're making me cum, ohohowowowo!" She was wailing and
screaming as he drove her over the edge.
Wow, the stories about Armand were true, he was giving
her a royal fucking. I realized that my performance
needed to get a whole lot better. I'd have been done by
this time for sure. He started to take shorter, quicker
strokes now, and her squeals and grunts came faster.
I'd guess he'd made her cum two or three times already,
now it was his turn.
Pulling way out, then going way in, a few more
spasmodic, involuntary convulsions, and his body began
pumping its seed into her cunt. I watched her wrap her
legs tightly over his arching back and her arms around
his neck as he emptied his balls into her, his ass
clenching and squeezing, their hips making the same
rotating, plunging motion.
As her climax subsided she covered his face and neck
with kisses, telling him how good it was and how much
she liked it. He pulled himself up, his cock sliding
wetly out her hole, making a little popping sound. He
sat beside her and she raised herself up and bent over
his lap, to suck his penis now covered with the juices
of their fucking. But it was too much sensation and he
made her stop.
She turned then to look at me, a big grin on her face.
"So, is that what you had in mind?"
"Oh yes, but we're not done. Come with me, Sheila,
we're only
just getting started." I stood and grabbed her hand,
pulling her off the couch. I embraced her, gave her a
kiss, full on her lips, and put my hand up to squeeze
her tit. I was aching for her pussy, and the thought
that Sheila had just fucked Armand didn't bother me at
all.
I headed toward the bedroom, saying over my shoulder,
"Dude, make yourself at home." Sheila's arm went around
my waist, and we hurried down the hall. We tore off my
clothes. We didn't close the door. She went down on my
cock eagerly, and I got harder and hotter, seeing her
bobbing her head up and down, leaving my pole wet with
her saliva, remembering how it looked to see her do
this to Armand. I wanted to fuck her, I needed to put
my cock into her cunt.
I pushed her onto her back and got between her legs.
Her pussy was wet and open, still dripping with
Armand's come, and she was looking at me with a big
smile on her face. I grinned back and asked her if she
wanted another hard cock now and she just nodded her
head, oh yes.
I put my dick there and dragged the end of it up and
down her creamy slit, spreading her well used vagina.
She was so slick and hot, I couldn't hold back, I
slowly sank inside, watching her pussy lips part around
my shaft, seeing and feeling the juiciness of her
pussy, seeing it come out covered with slick, wet
semen. It felt so fine, and I was so turned on, I
pulled myself up so my rod rode up and down against her
clit.
I was using the top of the shaft to give her continuous
stimulation, as I had seen Armand do to her, something
I had seldom done before. I was rewarded with squeals
of delight, which gradually turned into shuddering,
earthshaking orgasms. I was so loaded that the
sensation was very different, and that was great,
because I stayed hard. I thought now I needed to out
fuck Armand, I thought I might lose my wife if he was
so much better than me.
So I never let up, with my cock, with my fingers, even
my mouth, I kept at her and lost track of how many
times she got off. When I licked the cum out of her she
held my head right there and rocked her hips against my
face, fucking my face.
Finally, I was getting sore, but still pumping her,
lying on my back with her on top of me. I had my own
climax. I felt my balls draw up tightly against the
base of my cock and the come started pumping out of me,
adding to the beautiful gushy mess inside her.
We were exhausted. We lay together, my cock slowly
shrinking inside her well used pussy, the combined
sperm from fucking two men was dripping out of her,
down over my nuts and onto the bed. I held her close
and we kissed, a long, deep kiss.
"Sheila, you know I love you, no matter what you did,
or what you do. You're always first with me, and I need
to know you feel the same way about me."
She looked into my eyes and kissed me again, and said,
"I know. And I love you too. And I think we just proved
it. Don't worry about Armand. That is just good fun,
you know I've always liked to fuck my friends. And
getting loaded, well, I couldn't stop, once we started
it felt too good to stop, no way would I stop."
She paused. "You knew I'd done him before. I mean, we
started playing grab ass a year ago, just flirting. I
thought you knew, I figured you didn't care. That's
what Armand said. And that time you went out of town
for two weeks, last summer. You were gone, and he was
here. And he gave me some grass, he said if I smoked it
I wouldn't be so sad, and the time would pass more
quickly. And I said, Well, let's share it, isn't it
better with a friend?
"And it was better, you know how that is. And I could
see he was getting excited, looking at me. And I asked
him why he was staring at my tits, and he said he
wanted to see them, would I just take off my top. So I
showed him my tits. He was so cute, so polite, asking
me if he could touch them. And then I said if he could
see my tits, and touch them, I wanted to see his dick,
and well, when I saw it, and I realized how horny he
had gotten, I just had to touch it. And I did. And one
thing led to another. And I admit, I like fucking him.
I mean, I really like it. I don't want to stop."
"And I think you got off on that today. I saw you
watching us.
I'm glad you came in." She was smiling now. "Did you
like seeing me go down on him? Did it make you hot to
see him put his cock in me, to see us fucking? Did it
make you want to jack off out there?"
I admitted, it was true, seeing her have sex with
Armand had been a huge turn on. And knowing that he'd
been fucking her all along was exciting. And right that
minute, it was getting me excited all over again. I
could feel my cock beginning to swell again inside her
cunt. So could Sheila. Incredibly, we did it again, but
this time I didn't get off, though Sheila had another
earth shattering earthquake of an orgasm. I fell
asleep, feeling so fine. She truly does love to fuck.
About midnight I woke up alone in the bed, with a
craving for more weed and sex. I went down the hall and
rolled a joint, and as I lit it up I heard some
groaning and some creaking noises from the den. In the
dimness I could see the two of them, Sheila and Armand,
on the couch, fucking again; she was on hands and
knees, facing over the back of the couch into the room,
and he was behind her, taking long, deep strokes. My
dick was already rising. I went over and stood in front
of her and held my cock up to her mouth, and she sucked
me right in.
For the next few hours he and I traded places fucking
her mouth and her cunt and her tits, over and over.
Later she said she'd never been so turned on as that,
she loved having two hard cocks in her at the same
time. I couldn't say which was more exciting, watching
Armand put his cock into her, fucking her myself, or
feeling her juicy wet cunt with my fingers, mouth and
cock.
Something about the shape of his dick, sort of an
arrowhead look, parting the hairy lips of her snatch,
the look on his face and hearing her gasping with
pleasure, was a huge turn on for me. Each time one of
us had a climax the other would be stimulated to more
activity.
Sheila said that it was the best sex she'd ever had,
and she can't believe that I'm ok with it, and that my
technique is so much better since I learned from
Armand. But as much as she loves me, she likes having
two guys at once. I can't blame her.
Willie Duet
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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