Admiring the Gardener
I had been married for about a decade and things in the bedroom had died down to almost nothing for months on end. It was not that my husband didn’t want me, it was just a case of an impasse during which his libido was way lower than mine and I was getting rather impatient. Yes indeed, the masturbation on my side had increased tenfold but that wonderful feeling of having just been well-fucked was sadly missing. I had thought about taking a lover but the small town we lived in was very conservative, bordering on puritanical and I knew that the risk of being caught and gossiped about was very high indeed. I just had to find and alternative lover who would be discreet after being between my legs and this was proving to be a herculean if not impossible task.

One mid-week morning when I was saying goodbye to my husband before he headed off to work, he said; “Darling, just remember that John is coming in today and I want him to give the front lawn a good trimming and cut and I want the back lawn weeded as well.”

His words re-echoed in my brain as I paced up and down the lounge. Perhaps good old John would be the answer to the solution of my dilemma. He had worked casually for us in the garden for the past four years and normally came in for a period of about three hours which was sufficient for him to complete all the tasks my husband had planned for him. John was in his early forties and in good physical condition, other than the nasty hacking cough he had from the cigarettes he seemed to smoke perpetually. The more I thought about the concept, the more enticing it became and I could feel that excitement spreading to deep within my body and causing my vagina to become wet with anticipation. Truth be told, it was actually aching with desire as I poured myself a cup of coffee in the kitchen.

It was a dreadfully hot day and one of the things I clearly remember as I stood thinking and plotting my plan for matrimonial deception, was the incredible noise the cicada beetles and crickets made. The sound seemed to reverberate and re-echo in my head heightening my levels of awareness as it was almost as if they were chirping a song of encouragement for me to go ahead with my plan. My towelling robe felt as if it was smothering me as my body heat soared with my arousal levels. “You are like a bitch in heat!” I said to myself as I adjusted the robe by opening the top to allow some air-flow around my chest and breasts. The coolness on my skin was good and I allowed myself to revel in the relief it brought me. I opened it further to get more air inside the garment and by the time I had finished the adjustments both of my heavy and pendulous breasts were fully exposed and just begging for a man’s attention. The biggest temptation at that moment was to remove my gown altogether and just walk about in the nude but knowing that John was due shortly, I shelved that idea; after all, I didn’t want to scare him off when I opened the door!!!! I glanced up at the wall-clock and saw that I had about twenty minutes to find relief from the ache in my loins.

In the past, I had often pleasured myself by grinding my pussy onto the kitchen table which was at the perfect height. I eyed it and stepped closer to the smooth wooden edge which seemed to be screaming at me to use it. Eventually, I could resist no longer and I stepped up close, raised myself onto tip-toes and parted the front of my gown. As I parted my vulva with my fingers and lowered myself onto the cool, smooth wooden edge, I let out a huge sigh; I wanted cock and wanted it badly!!! “Oh shut the fuck up!” I yelled at the cicadas whose cacophonous chirping was taking my attention off the job at hand as I slowly built up momentum with my hips thrusting and grinding my splayed fruit and engorged clitoris on its wonderful smoothness. My tits were swinging wildly as all kinds of pornographic images flashed in my brain. I released my grip on the table sides and used my free hands to play with and taunt my incredibly hard nipples. From their size and sensitivity, I knew that my moment of climax was not far off and thrust myself even harder against the table edge. Finally, after a desperate three minute battle those beautiful spasms arrived, seeming to start in my uterus and spreading in a series of glorious erotic waves all the way to my quivering peach.

I had just orgasmed when the doorbell rang, shaking me out of my reverie and somewhat spoiling the moment for me. Reluctantly, I re-adjusted my gown to cover my breasts and exposed hairy mound. I wondered if John would be able to tell that I had just climaxed and was sure that if he were to come into the kitchen, the pheromones wafting in the air at that moment would definitely have given my secret away.
When I opened the front door, he greeted me in his normal friendly fashion and huge pearly-white smile which seemed to make his face much broader than it actually was. “The boss says that he just wants you to mow and trim the front lawn and then weed the back lawn.” I informed him, reciprocating his friendly disposition. I handed the key to the tool-shed to him and retreated to the kitchen where I prepared to make coffee for him. In passing, I glanced at the edge of the table and saw that it was still shining with the residue of my copious juices. I could feel myself blushing out of embarrassment and guilt and very quickly tore off a length of paper towel and dried the surface.

Despite the fact that I had recently climaxed, my hormones were rampant and driving my body and mind in a direction over which I had little or no control. I wanted my pussy filled by that wonderful piece of manhood, the outline of which I had so clearly seen through the tracksuit bottom he was wearing when I opened the front door. I desperately needed to know that I was still sexually appealing to a man, irrespective of his intellect or lack thereof. All I do know is that for the moment, I wanted his big black cock inside me, satisfying me and making me feel like a real woman again. How do you explain that to someone who has not experienced similar desires or drives?