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The Gardener

By: dragontatto



Standing in the doorway, she watched the sweat drip down the gardener's chest. The tall, muscular man, had stopped beside the mower and wiped his brow off with a well-tanned arm. She waited restlessly for him to notice that she was standing at the door in a cropped T-shirt and a pair of tiny white underwear. She had been trying to get the man's attention all day.

Caleb shut the mower off. His work was finally finished. Now, he thought, it was time to go give the lonely widow what she was hankering for. It was his playtime and he planned on playing in the widow's bed. He planned on spending the rest of the afternoon and most of the night too. Pushing the mower back to his truck he rolled it onto the trailer and secured it with ease. Turning then he headed back toward the house. Walking in the front door like he owned it, he flipped the lock on it with a smile. It was definitely playtime.

Alexa gasped as she was pushed down onto her bed. The man had stripped off his shorts and pressed his naked body against hers. Pinning her hands above her head, he pressed open mouthed against her quivering flesh. Reaching down beside the bed he pulled her stockings off the floor. Wrapping her hands in the stocking, he tied the other end to the head board. After she was secured, he walked over to the dresser and pulled another pair of stockings out of her drawer. Turning back around he headed back for the bed. His little widow had a decided kink about being tied up. They seemed to have their hottest sex when she was restrained. She would become a wild thing under him every time. After securing her legs, he stepped back to look at the picture she made. Smiling at her spread eagle form, he turned and headed back toward the kitchen, ignoring her call of protest.

Walking back to the bedroom, he brought a tray of ice cubes with him. He set them down on the stand next to the bed for easy access. Leaning down he kissed her hotly before pulling back. 

"Damn, it was hot out today. I think I need something to cool down." He stated before pulling one to the ice cubes out of the tray. Looking at down at her, he watched a bead of sweat roll down her flat stomach. "Looks like you are hot too. I can fix that." He said with a grin. Alexa watched as he placed the ice cube in his mouth. She groaned as she felt him pull one of her hard nipples into his mouth. The sharp contrast in heat and ice was enough to drag even a deeper groan out of her. She had a feeling that he was going to drive her absolutely crazy before giving her what she wanted. She knew for certain when he switched to her other breast. After giving both of her nipples equal attention, he lifted his head and smiled. 

"Still feel hot?" When she nodded, he grinned devilishly. "I'll have to work on that." He whispered before placing a soft kiss on her navel. After briefly exploring it, he slid farther down the bed. When his head was level with her spread legs, he lowered his head.

Alexa gasped when she felt the coolness of the ice and hot wetness of his tongue. When he ran his tongue up her inner thigh, she groaned. He wasn't going to just drive her crazy, she then decided. No, he was not going to be happy until he had her begging for what he promised. Every time he tied her up, it just seemed to get more and more intense.

"Patience." He whispered.

"Please..." She whimpered, tugging at her bounds.

"Soon." He promised as he reached up her naked body to lightly pinch her hard nipples. She gasped as pleasure shot down to her inner thighs. When she finally started to plead with him, he lifted his head.

"Please, Caleb. I'll do anything." She moaned.

"Anything?" He said after giving the crease of her leg a slow lick.

"Yes."

"I'll remember that." He said with a grin as he buried his face in her fur-covered mound.

"Ah ah ahhhhh." She squealed as pleasure shot through her. She stiffened when she felt his tongue repeatedly lave her hard little clit. She groaned even louder as she felt the surge of her climax coming. Then he pulled his mouth away.

"Ohhhh, don't tease me." She pleaded.

"Who said I was teasing?" He asked before sliding three of his calloused fingers into her yearning hole. Leaning back down he spread her wet pussy lips with his free hand and fluttered the end of his tongue against her clit. Immediately Alexa jerked against her bonds. She panted as pleasure raced through her. This was the reason she loved being tied up. Caleb could do anything he wanted with her body and there wasn't a damn thing she could do about it.

"You're almost there, aren't you, baby?" He teased Pulling his fingers out he ignored her wail of protest. "This is why I tie you up, isn't it? You love having me tease you endlessly. And when I have your sexy little ass tied up there's not a damn thing you can do about it." 

"Oh, hell yes." She panted and watched as he pulled two ice cubes out of the tray. She watched with disbelief as he parted her folds with his free hand. She flinched when she felt the ice cubes against her. She tugged even harder on her bonds when she felt two of his fingers push them inside of her. "Oh my god." She gasped. "If that doesn't cool me down, nothing will."

"We'll see about that." He said with an evil grin. 

"What are you going to do?" She asked breathlessly. Instead of answering her he pulled her pussy lips open and attacked her throbbing clit. "OH MY GOD!" She screamed. If she had bothered looking down at him, she would have seen the satisfied look on his handsome face. Sealing his mouth tightly to her mound he hummed softly to give her stimulated clit even more pleasure as he stabbed at her hot clit. With his other hand he started slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of her clinging sheath. "Oh I'm gonna cum my ass off!!!" She gasped as she felt the tingle of her release start in her outer thighs. Caleb growled deep in his throat and pulled his mouth away. Blowing gently on her throbbing clit, he smiled. "Damn it Caleb!!!" She yelled as she felt her climax ebb away, just out of reach.

"I bet my baby, wants to cum, doesn't she?" He teased. 

"Oh god, yes." She panted. 

"You know when I finally push you over the edge, I gonna fuck the hell out of your tight little pussy, you know that, don't you?" He said as he slowly started fingering her again. "I bet you'll come even harder all over my hard cock." He groaned as he watched his words push her closer to the edge.

"Oh please, Caleb." She begged him. " I need to come so bad." 

"Bad enough to say yes to anything I want?" He asked as his fingers stopped.

"Damn, it yes." She sobbed as her building climax stopped again.

"All right baby, daddy will give you what you want. Just remember I always collect." He said before lowering his hot mouth between her spread lips again. She squealed as he pulled her throbbing clit into his mouth and fluttered the tip of tongue against it. 

"YES!!!" she screamed as her orgasm approached hard and brutal. Caleb hummed an excited yes against her clit and grabbed her ass with his free hand and pinned her exploding sex against his face. Alexa could do nothing but scream as her release rolled over her explosively. Caleb growled happily as she sagged against her bonds. Scrambling to his knees, Caleb lifted her hips in his hands and slammed all ten inches of his rock hard meat into her spasming depths. 

"Christ, you're so hot." He groaned. All she could do is squeal as her climax slammed through her even harder. "And so god damn wet." He grated as he began thrusting in and out her. All she could do was moan happily as her well-hung gardener plowed in and out of her wet troth. "Come again, baby!" He ordered harshly.

"Oh hell, yes!" She moaned as her first multiple orgasm burst over her.

"Yes!" he hissed "Soak my cock." She thrashed helplessly against her bonds as another peak burst through her. Caleb moaned happily as his cock was gripped tightly by her gripping folds. Leaning down he bite her nipples just hard enough to send her soaring again. 

"Jesus Christ, All Mighty." She screamed. When her flesh finally stopped orgasming, she could do nothing but gasp. Finally she opened her eyes and looked up into Caleb's face. She could see barely banked desire.

"Are you ready for more?" He asked her softly. Then Alexa realized that he was still rock hard inside of her.

"No, no more." She gasped. 

"I think you are," He growled as he started to thrust again. Alexa could only wither in her bindings as she felt her flesh respond once again. "Yes, you definitely are." He said smugly. He kept thrusting until he felt her respond and then stopped. 

"Why did you stop?" She gasped.

"Because I can." He said as he laid lightly on top of her. "I won't start unless you lay absolutely still. That means no moving." 

"I can't." She sobbed. 

"Yes you can, baby." He scolded. "My baby, does everything I ask her. Remember?" He whispered in her ear. Finally Alexa calmed down enough to be still. Caleb smiled wickedly. She wouldn't be still for long, he predicted as he started to pull out. He stopped just short of his head and left it in her entrance. 

"Please." She whispered hotly. "I want more."

"Then be still, and I'll give you everything I got." He said as he slammed back into her. She managed to keep from moving for about two strokes when it got to her and she thrust her hips back up against him. Immediately he stopped. Crying out she tried to stop moving. 

Caleb growled deep in his throat, ten minutes later when he grabbed her withering hips. She had done remarkably well, all considering, but now she was too hot to hold still. Unless he turned the hose on her, nothing but a hard fuck was going to calm his baby down. And he was too hot himself to drag himself away to go and get the hose. 

"Caleb, damn it, fuck me hard!!!" She yelled at him, tugging furiously at her bonds. 

"What do you say baby?" He whispered naughtily.

"Please, fuck me, daddy!" She begged.

"Yes, baby, I'm gonna fuck you til you can't walk!" He hissed. Then he started slamming in and out of her. Alexa tensed as the peak loomed nearer and nearer. Reaching under her pillow while he plunged in and out of her, he found the vibrator that he had given her. Switching it on, he thrust it between their bodies and placed it on her clit. 

Alexa groaned when she heard her vibrator turn on. Oh no, she through in a daze, he's gonna use it on me. Tensing she tried to buck him off her. The last time he had used it on her, she had come so hard that it had almost hurt. She didn't know if she could survive another climax like that. Caleb growled happily as he felt her fight it.

"Go ahead baby, try to fight it. It's only gonna be that much more intense when it happens." 

"Oh God, Caleb, please don't." she pleaded as her peak grew closer and closer.

"Too late." He hissed as he pressed the head of the vibrator even harder on her clit. "Come!" 

"NO!!!! " She cried out helplessly as she came harder than she had all day.

"Yes, baby, yes." He yelled thrusting harder. Alexa opened her eyes after she came back down and watched as Caleb continued to pound against her. She could feel another climax coming. She whined. "Quit fighting it." He ordered as he pounded even deeper. Protesting softly, she pleaded with him. "No!" he told her harshly. "Now wiggle that ass, baby. Cause it's my turn and daddy's gonna come." He panted as his hips flew into overdrive. She squealed and arched up against her bonds, wishing she could wrap her legs around her lover. She went wild as her orgasm started. "That's it baby, come. Come, right damn now." He bellowed as his cock started to shoot rope after scalding rope of come into her thrashing body.

"Caleb!!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs as the pleasure whipped back and peaked again. This time he did nothing but groan happily as his body continued to spew. 

Alexa lay happily under Caleb as they tried to catch her breath. She knew she would never get enough for her younger lover. He had a dominant streak a mile wide when they were in bed together. Hopefully he wouldn't tire of her too soon. But eventually she knew that a younger woman would replace her but she intended to enjoy him as long as it lasted.

"Damn Alexa, that was the best yet." Caleb said softly as he lifted his head.

"Uh huh." She agreed. 

Reaching down next to the bed after he undid her bonds, Caleb felt for his shorts. "Do you remember promising to do anything I ask, baby?"

"Hmm." She said sleepily.

"Sweetheart, look at me." He whispered. Opening her eyes she realized that he was kneeling next to the bed. And in his hand was a small jeweler's box. "Alexa, will you marry me?" Alexa's mouth gasped open in surprise. "Remember, you said yes to anything I wanted. And what I want is you." He coaxed.

"But you'll want a younger girl one day-" she protested.

"I want YOU. End of story. Now tell me yes damn it." He all but growled. Looking down at him, Alexa saw the conviction in his eyes and decided that she would take a chance. 

"Yes, Caleb." Came the soft reply

The Gardener



Author's Note: In botany, the anther and the pistil are the male and female reproductive organs of flowers. In mythology, hamadryads are wood nymphs, or spirits of nature inhabiting trees and plants.

My thanks to Sweetness 6280 for editing this morsel. If you like it, please vote first and then leave a comment. I really live for comments.

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Horatio Boxgrove stood in the stern of the old punt and looked out over the marsh grass towards Twerington Manor. The Great House had brooded over the fen for over a hundred years and in its first decades had drawn a merry crowd of water-fowlers and their ladies for the dawn shooting and evening revelry. Since the last Baron Twerington died, however, his family seat had gone derelict and crumbling. To the best of Horatio's belief, no one had been there for a generation or more and, as its nearest neighbor; he could be expected to know.

These days, though, rumors were flying. Anglers returning to shore claimed that they saw lights in the old place and birdwatchers who passed nearby swore that they heard laughter and the clinking of glasses. It had to all be rubbish, of course, and Horatio said so, vehemently.

The rest of the village was unimpressed with his arguments. Finally, after some cajoling from young Hyacinth Cockscomb (who had been carrying a bit of a torch for the older Horatio), he set out to establish once and for all that his neighbors were either caught up in a mass hysteria or that some of the local delinquents had squatted in the manor house to experiment with chemical entertainment and to engage in lewd acts. The present age, Horatio believed, was a degenerate one. 

The view through his binoculars revealed something unexpected. Lush weeds, young trees and brilliant wildflowers stood tall around stone foundations. However, paint peeled from woodwork and shutters dangled loose from their hinges. Surely if someone had bought the place and moved in, they would have repaired the broken glass. Since the empty panes still glowered darkly in the morning light, Horatio was confident his assessment was the correct one.

Another twenty minutes of poling through the flower-topped fen brought the horticulturist to the bank. He'd almost gotten distracted from his quest by the scent and color of the blooms around him but the accusation from Hyacinth's aunt that he never saw anything above the height of a dahlia still echoed in the man's memory. It rankled that she held him in such low esteem. Not that he particularly cared about Mrs. Caruthers's match-making attempts. Hyacinth was a decent sort, he thought, but her romantic inclinations baffled him. On the subject of plant husbandry Horatio had no peer in all the county around, but why that should make anyone consider him husband material was a mystery. Still, disrespect was not to be borne.

He pulled the punt up the bank as far as he could and tied the painter to a stout bush. A glance at the sky strongly suggested that not doing so might leave him stranded. Forgetting to check the weather report for the day was going to prove a mistake, Horatio thought. Clouds were gathering and the wind was picking up. Hopefully enough of the old roof remained intact that he'd be able to stay dry. Pulling the lunch basket over the gunwales and slinging it over his shoulder, Horatio next hefted the heavy, six-battery electric torch and decided to walk around the outside of Twerington before entering. He hoped the rain would wait long enough for that.

Stalking deliberately around the once-gracious manse, Horatio searched intently for any sign of new human habitation. There was no disturbance in the dust on the porches nor did so much as a footprint mark the pathways that led thereto. However, something did appear to be out of place. For no obvious reason, the surrounding trees, bushes, forbs and herbs were growing uncommonly well, given the wreck of the man-made parts of the place. And then there were some odd little herbs growing in sheltered areas next to the openings in the foundation. 

He leaned in for a closer look. No, they weren't anything that he recognized and that fact alone was surprising. As far back as his public school days, Horatio's nickname had been "Plants" and his horticultural knowledge was regarded as encyclopedic by all the village residents. In gardening competitions, the only real question was who would come in second. First place was always presumed to be Horatio's.

"What the dickens can those be?" he mused, "and from where could they possibly have come?" 

He reached down and pinched a leaf then raised his fingers to his nose. If he hadn't known better, he'd have sworn that it had a distinctly Mediterranean scent, something that was totally foreign to the cool, damp climate of the fen country. How could they possibly survive here?

Horatio completed the circuit of the building and returned to the entryway just as the first drops of rain started to fall. From the look of the lowering sky, the next several hours were going to be cold and uncomfortable and that was all the argument he needed to push open the cracked and weathered door. If he couldn't keep cozily warm, he could at least stay dry.

Once within the stout, old walls Horatio went looking for something relatively comfortable to sit on. All the furniture had been either sold off or stolen decades ago so he found nothing but piles of leaves that formed drifts in the corners. He had just about decided to settle down on one when he caught, of all the strange things, the scent garlic and rosemary, cooking garlic and rosemary. 

Odd, there isn't another house within miles. How could . . . 

Then he heard the music! Gypsies? Trespassers? Who could possibly be throwing a party in an abandoned manor house? Gripping his heavy electric torch firmly, Horatio turned and strode grimly towards the sounds.

When he pushed open the double doors to the old ballroom, the world changed forever. There, before him, was a party full of stylishly dressed people, a small orchestra, comfortable furniture and a long sideboard full of hors d'oeuvres with bottle after bottle of wine. As he stood, astonished, a woman of uncommon beauty swept up towards him, took the torch from his unresponsive fingers and pushed a large glass of red wine into his hands.

"Darling," she crooned, "you're late. We were beginning to worry about you. Do come sit down and tell me how your periwinkles are doing."

Horatio found himself guided by a gentle but very firm hand towards a loveseat in one corner of the ballroom and then seated in it. His hostess, if that's what she was, at once plumped herself down hip to shoulder beside him and crooking her arm inside his, propelled the glass to his lips. Unwilling to be an unappreciative guest, Horatio took what he intended to be a sip but which turned into a gulp. Mercy, the wine was glorious—and strong. Heat radiated out from his stomach, relaxing his arms and legs. He blinked and attempted to speak but nothing came out. 

"There now, my lovely man, you have no idea how long we've been waiting for this. Come, gentles, put him over on that chaise, if you would be so kind? At long last our gardener has arrived."

Two large, silent men lifted him as though he were but a pillow and carried Horatio over to a reclined chaise lounge. The woman followed them and sat seductively on his helpless lap. A red-headed woman filled a second wineglass from a pitcher and handed it to the dusky brunette perched on his thighs. She cocked her head to one side, regarding Horatio with amusement.

"My dear Horatio we meet in person at last. You are so well regarded by all our friends in your garden that there was simply no question of whom we required for our little experiment. Don't try to talk, Horatio, you can't in any case. Otherwise such a proper gentleman as you are might protest and we can't have any non-cooperation from our gardener, now can we? Yes, Horatio, we need your expertise as a gardener. Hybridization, sowing and plowing—we need them so very much."

With that, she took his chin between thumb and fingers and opened his mouth. Grinning wickedly, she poured the glassful between his lips. Horatio swallowed reflexively. The effect was instantaneous. Though he still could not move, fire ran through his body, making him feel charged and ready to explode. Sweat broke out on his forehead and an unfamiliar throbbing began below his belt buckle.

Forcing his mouth open, Horatio managed to stammer, "Who? Wha' was tha'? Who a' y'?"

"Who am I? No, Horatio, the proper question is 'What am I?'" As she spoke, the woman's pupils changed shape from round to slits, her skin turned from pink to emerald green, her eyebrows became lines of moss and her hair a crown of foliage. Her clothing dissipated as though it had never been to reveal a lush, full figure.

"And the answer, my love, is—hamadryad! Ah, I see you recognize the term but you are confused. Poor mortal, no doubt you thought us myths and restricted to the Mediterranean," clever fingers began to push aside his coat and to unbutton his shirt, "and until now we were. But we are as intelligent as you are and it has at last come to us that all we need to spread throughout the world is a greater tolerance for cold. It is on the advice of the dahlias and irises in your border that we have selected you to help. Yes, gardener, we need your seed and your expertise in cross-breeding. A new hybrid is in the making, half human and half hamadryad and it will all start—with you." 

As she unbuckled his belt and unfastened his trousers, Horatio dimly thought that in all his forty years he had never felt the raging lust, the irresistible desire that now fired his loins.

The green woman ran her nails down his chest, and then leaned forward to nip his chin. Once his trousers were loose, she pulled them down to his thighs. His erection sprang to attention.

"What a lovely anther you have, dear Horatio," she purred grasping his manhood possessively, "It's such a pity that you've never put it to proper use. We'll have to correct that—right now!"

So saying, she straddled him and impaled herself on his phallus with a quiet, happy murmur. Closing her eyes, the green woman began to rock her hips forward and back sending electric currents up her steed's spine. Horatio's world narrowed to those glorious globes swaying before him and to the sensations she was sending him. Vaguely he heard the party-goers begin a rhythmic clapping to match his seducer's movements. Bit by bit she thrust down onto him with greater force and higher speed.

"Now, Horatio, my gardener, now is the season for planting. Give me your seed!"

Completely under her spell, the man could only obey, shouting his ecstasy as he jetted into her over and over again. At last, completely spent, he fell into a deep sleep.

He awoke later to the sound of thunder and pounding rain and found that he was sandwiched between the warm bodies of his "hostess" and her autumn-crowned friend. The latter stirred and wakened, opening golden eyes. She smiled broadly.

"Are you well rested, Horatio? I do hope so. It doesn't matter, though; here take another dose of nectar to renew your virility." She pulled his face towards her full bosom. 

Horatio couldn't help himself. At once, he latched onto her protruding nipple and began to suckle eagerly. To his surprise, sweet liquid squirted down his throat, and once again fire and desire filled his loins. A roar escaped his lips and he threw himself atop the nymph.

"Oh yes!" she exclaimed in delight, "Plow this field, Horatio, plant this seedbed. Use me, mortal man, use me!"

A muzzy and confused man woke in the bright, cloudless morning light. He wanted so badly to believe that the previous afternoon and night's debauchery had been only a dream. How many women had demanded his attention? It certainly was more than should have been possible. Horatio's previous sexual experience was non-existent and he wanted to believe last night's didn't really happen, either, but the evidence around him dashed his hopes. 

However decrepit the rest of the house might be, the old ballroom was still richly furnished and the remains of a fine party still stood along the sideboards and tables. Besides, he was naked, his clothing clear across the room from the pile of cushions he lay on. Of the hamadryads, though, there was no sign.

Once he was finally dressed, feeling a little alarmed that his trousers and shirt collar were now much looser, Horatio hurried outside. The storm was long gone and the new day was a glorious one. As he untied the painter and started to launch the punt for the trip home, he found himself muttering. I simply cannot tell anyone. They would think me mad and, I fear, they might be approaching the truth. What is certain is that I simply must never come back here again. "Yes," he spoke out loud, "I must never come here again!"

A knowing giggle came from the bush next to him. "On the contrary, dear gardener, you will be unable to stay away." A tall, buxom, naked figure rose from the shrub and reached out a finger to gently touch the tip of Horatio's nose. "The seed you sowed generously and so often will ripen. By the time the harvest is ready, you will return and you will never leave again. Arrange your worldly affairs, mortal, for by high summer you must leave them and return to my arms." With that she leaned forward and kissed him full on the mouth with a taste of violet honey. Then she sank back into the bush and was gone.

Late spring arrived and turned to early summer. Never in the village's history had any garden grown so brilliant with flowers or as lush with spring berries and vegetables as did Horatio's. Hyacinth knowingly told her friends that all good gardeners talked to their plants. "However," she whispered, "Horatio's sometimes answer." 

The village shook their heads and marked it up to unrequited love. "Silly girl," they gossiped, "she really needs to set him aside and look to someone else. He'll never be more than a polite neighbor."

Little did anyone suspect the letters that were being exchanged between Horatio and his solicitor in London. The cottage and its surrounding acreage were to be handed over to the village commons as a park and horticultural institute, financed in perpetuity by both subscription and the foundation Horatio had made of his inheritance. 

By August, there remained only the matter of his stealthy departure. The old punt bobbed gently in the wavelets loaded with the meager requirements Horatio had come to understand that he would need. There was but one more thing. He lifted the telephone from its cradle and began to dial Hyacinth's number. He had no doubt that she would leap at an invitation for a day's punting on the marsh. The lass really was good company, after all. Besides, he thought, recalling the tall, silent males who'd lifted him so effortlessly, she would no doubt prove very useful in the cross-breeding experiments to come. 



The Gardener



Bailey surveyed the landscape he had tended for some 37 years. He had wandered into the Henderson Estate, a seventeen year old black kid going nowhere in particular, and asked for a job. Mr. Henderson put him to work with old Rawlings, the gardener, and the rest, as they say, is history.

When Rawlings retired, Bailey just carried on by himself. He discovered he had a natural talent for, 'things natural.' He loved working the soil and seeing the results of his hard labour in flower blossoms from early Spring to late Fall. His favourites were the rhododendrons and he spent many hours nurturing them through a tough winter or a dry spring....he had a special reason for doing so.

He was twenty-two when he met Rosy...or 'My Rosy'...as he always called her. They married after a whirlwind courtship and she came to live with him in the small house on the estate. They never did have kids, though they tried very hard. They enjoyed being naked together and Bailey had been blessed with far more than his fair share in the endowment department. Rosy liked that a lot and something of a sexual nature took place almost every night. They had thirty good years together and just before she died she made him promise to sprinkle her ashes among his beloved rhododendrons, that way, she knew they would always be close. Bailey kept his promise and spent most of his free time sitting amid his prized shrubs, taking in their unique fragrance, surrounded by a sea of colours and knowing Rosy was a part of it. He found comfort there and it helped him cope with the tremendous loss he felt.

It was about a year later that Mrs. Henderson died and things around the estate changed. Mr. Henderson remarried and his new, 'trophy wife,' came to live on the estate. The new Mrs. Henderson was only 32 years old and too young for Mr. Henderson as far as Bailey was concerned, although he had no say in the matter any which way. She had the right pedigree and was awful pretty but the new Mr. and Mrs. Henderson were almost never together except for special business parties at the house or country club. It flummoxed Bailey; he realised Mr. Henderson was 76 years old and his health wasn't the best but surely he would like to be naked with this beautiful young woman. He could just enjoy the view and his tongue and fingers still worked. Bailey thought if he had a young wife like that he would be naked every night, just like he used to be with Rosy. He was still fit and strong of course, his job ensured that and he wouldn't change it for a million dollars but if the truth were told, his loins hadn't stirred since Rosy left him....and that bothered him.

As time went on he saw less of Mr. Henderson who preferred his house in Tucson. He had business interests there and the climate was kinder to him than the humid air of Georgia summers. Bailey kept busy with his gardens and Mrs. Henderson represented the Henderson name at various charities, the country club and hosted a bridge game at the house twice a week. A maid came in for a few hours on Tuesday and Friday afternoons but for the most part there was just the two of them on the estate.

July came in hot and muggy as it usually did. Bailey was in the tool shed sharpening his shears and happened to look out the window. He saw Mrs. Henderson walking to the pool in a bikini. She sure looked good in that tiny thing and Bailey felt a twitch in his groin. Was it real or did he just imagine it? After her swim she lay back in one of the chairs, her tanned body all wet and opened a book. After a while she brushed a hand over her large breasts and Bailey thought it seemed deliberate rather than accidental. As Bailey watched she put her hand between her legs and began moving it up and down, letting her legs fall on either side of the chair. Bailey felt another twinge, he was sure this time, and he felt his crotch. Through his pants he felt his cock growing as Mrs. Henderson's movements became more animated. He unzipped his work pants and his huge endowment sprang out. It hadn't been hard since he was naked with Rosy but as he watched Mrs. Henderson bring her legs up and arch her back he masturbated frantically and sprayed a heavy load of cum over the window.

Mrs. Henderson sashayed out to the pool in her tiny bikini every afternoon at about the same time, except for Wednesdays and Sundays when she played bridge. Bailey would be in the tool shed stroking his cock in anticipation of the forthcoming entertainment, his libido had returned as strong as it ever was. They masturbated together yet separately and the window pane received the outcome, as it were. Bailey was pleased that his erection had come back and was able to ejaculate daily but oh how he wished it would splash inside Mrs. Henderson rather than onto a piece of glass.

It had been a busy day for Bailey in the humid heat; he spent all day breaking off the spent flower heads of his beloved rhododendrons ensuring a multitude of blossoms the following spring to share with Rosy. It was dark by the time he finished and the estate was quiet, he had seen no one all day. He was tired and sweaty and the pool looked real inviting. Should he or shouldn't he pondered and decided why not. He stood at the side of the pool for a moment and looked about. Nothing stirred so he undressed and slipped into the cool water. It felt good and his weary body began to relax, he thought of Rosy and Mrs. Henderson and his cock stiffened. He toyed with it for a while then decided against going further and climbed out. His huge erection bobbed up and down as he stood beside the pool for a while. Feeling the warm air on his wet body, particularly his cock, was arousing and before donning his clothes, he stroked it lazily then headed home. Maybe he would relieve himself in the tool shed tomorrow if his lady boss kept to her routine.

Mrs. Henderson peered out of her bedroom window and saw her gardener standing naked beside the pool with the biggest erection she had ever seen. Her hand clamped over her open mouth and she tried to move away but was fixed to the spot. She stared as the gardener stroked along its tremendous length and turned away only when he was clothed and on his way home. She lay on the bed and masturbated furiously until she climaxed over her fingers.

One of Bailey's tasks was to deliver fresh-cut flowers to the house two, sometimes three times a week at precisely midday. Mrs. Henderson always met him at the door and thanked him curtly. It was two days after his foray into the pool that he knocked on the door with flowers across his arm. Instead of taking them, Mrs. Henderson asked him to bring them through to the kitchen. He watched her lovely ass sway in her tight pants as he followed along down the hall. With a sweep of her arm she asked him to put the flowers on the counter beside the sink. He was about to leave when she said she had a special job for him tonight and he was to meet her by the pool at nine o'clock. He thought it odd but said he would be there and inquired if he should bring along any tools. She blushed deeply, "No, that would not be necessary," she replied and Bailey took his leave. He wondered what on earth could need doing in the garden after dark, especially with no tools.

Bailey arrived at the pool a few minutes before nine and sat on the edge of one of the chairs. Mrs. Henderson joined him a little after nine wearing a long, white bathrobe.

"Well, here I am Mrs. Henderson ready to go to work on whatever you want doing."

"Good!" she replied and removed her robe. She was as naked as a newborn. Bailey stared at her large, firm breasts then down to the neat triangle of pubic hair above a pink gash then she jumped into the pool. She came to the side directly below his feet and looked up at him. "I saw you by the pool the other night and I want to see it. I mean...er...your penis, I want you to show me" she stammered.

"Mrs. Henderson, Ma'am, you shouldn't be saying things like that, Mr. Hender..."

"Mr. Henderson is in Tucson and you are here, I want to see your cock," she interrupted firmly.

Bailey protested again but could feel his cock growing beneath his pants and agreed to her demands. He stood naked above her; she gazed up at his big dick, still not fully hard, and asked him to join her. He hesitated before his cock took control of his brain and jumped in beside her. She immediately grabbed his cock, rubbing, squeezing and exploring its entire length. One hand caressed his balls and the other jerked him as they stood waist-high in the water. He felt her big, natural tits and pinched the already-hard nipples then bent his head and flicked them with his tongue while Mrs. Henderson used both hands on his massive erection. She was breathing heavily and saying to herself rather than Bailey, "Oh my god it's so big, it's so big!" He grabbed her ass and pulled her close, his balls rubbed against her pubic hair and his cock reached almost to her tits. "It's so big, so hard!" she gasped repeatedly, "sit up on the side."

The gardener heaved himself onto the side of the pool and Mrs. Henderson stood between his legs. She held his cock, just staring in disbelief for a while then began to explore it with her hands then her mouth. Her tongue flicked around the head then along the underside of its shaft before taking as much of it as she could handle into her mouth. Bailey lay back and enjoyed the feeling, it had been a long while since lips were around his cock and he thought what Rosy would think. He banished the thought from his mind, sat up and put both hands around Mrs. Henderson's head and helped her pump her sweet mouth onto his cock. She mouthed and licked his cock and balls until he slipped back into the pool and hoisted her onto the edge. He opened her legs and liked what he saw. Her dark pubic hair proved she wasn't a natural blonde and as he spread her labia and inserted a couple of fingers he discovered her vagina was wet but tight. It was the first white pussy he had ever seen except for pictures in magazines and it sure looked sweet. This is going to be interesting he thought and wondered how his thick erection that pulsed beneath the water was going to fit in that little hole but he knew he was going try. He bent forward and excited her clit with his tongue and fingers. She responded quickly and became very wet and he was able to fuck her with three fingers as she relaxed her vaginal muscles. His hands reached up and fondled her big tits and he mouthed her clitoris until a climax overtook her. Bailey could wait no longer; he rose out of the pool and helped Mrs. Henderson to her feet. He took her over to the grass in front of the rhododendrons and she lay down. He knelt between her open legs and rubbed his huge penis up and down over her pussy then slowly forced his way in. It was tight but she was creaming and that made it easier. In less than a minute he had ten inches of hard, black cock inside her and began a smooth, deliberate pumping. He felt her juices lubricating his cock and her hole and he fucked his first white pussy harder and harder. She was noisy; crying out and screaming, "Yes, ahh, oh god," over and over and urged him to, "Fuck me, fuck me, it's so big, yes, ooh, yes, ahhhh!" and it aroused him more, Rosy was always kinda quiet. He rolled over and she sat on the huge pole and he held her ass and sucked on her nipples as she squealed and bounced on top of him. His cock made slurping sounds as it drove inside her and he felt her cream running down his penis and onto his balls. I need to see her pussy taking my cock he thought and positioned her on her hands and knees. He looked down at her lovely white ass and her wet, open pussy and saw her juices had spread over her inner thighs and butt cheeks. As he lined up his massive hard-on she was already moving back and forth, anxious to have him inside her again. His cock slid into her and began a steady drilling, deeper and deeper. The rhododendrons were just a few feet in front of him, he could smell them and it mixed perfectly with the smell of Mrs. Henderson and he found it highly erotic. He sensed that Rosy was there, watching him, smiling and happy for him. This spurred him on and he shot a big load of hot cum deep inside his employer. 

To say there was an awkward silence when their passions abated would be an understatement. Neither knew quite what to say and after dressing, Mrs. Henderson smiled and stammered, "Thank you Mr. Bailey, that was...was...just wonderful...wonderful." 

"Yes Ma'am," he replied, I enjoyed it too," then they went their separate ways in the darkness.

It was two days later, early in the morning when Bailey's cell phone rang. Mrs. Henderson wanted roses for the games room as soon as possible. He wondered why so early? The ladies always arrived for their bridge game at one-thirty and Mrs Henderson always wanted the flowers at noon. The front door would be open and should bring them to the kitchen she had told him and this was unusual also.

Bailey cut a dozen blooms and made his way to the main house. He opened the front door, strolled down the spacious hall and turned left into the kitchen. What he saw almost made him drop the roses. Mrs. Henderson was sitting on the table rubbing her hand over her pussy. She was not naked though, she was wearing a little black bustier, the black nylon stockings were held up by garter straps attached to the bustier and her shoes had very high heels. Bailey liked what he saw and his cock pressed against his shorts.

"Fuck me Mr. Bailey!" she opened he legs wide and spread her pussy lips apart with two fingers

He was only too happy to oblige and he drilled her right there on the table. First as she lay on her back then she stood and spread her body over the table and held on to the edge. Bailey stepped back and looked at her in this position and felt blood surge through his shaft and it pulsed uncontrollably. He fondled her ass and gave it a few smacks which Mrs. Henderson seemed to enjoy then he fingered her wet pussy before filling it with his giant cock. As he fucked her he told her how much he liked the way she was dressed and how horny it made him. She panted that most men liked women dressed the way she way and she would do it again for him but this was said with many interruptions as she squealed and cried out in sexual arousal. He came inside her then she went down on her knees and sucked his cock. He was still semi-hard and she lay back on the table and he pumped her until his dick was soft. Again an awkward silence followed but it was easier than the first time.

"I must thank you once again, Mr. Bailey. You certainly....fill a need, in more ways than one, oh, and thank you for bringing the roses, they're lovely"

"My pleasure, Ma'am, I'll be getting back to my gardening if that's alright with you?"

Mrs. Henderson smiled and gave a small nod and Bailey made his way down the hall and out the front door. He sat among the rhododendrons for a while and thought about Rosy....and Mrs. Henderson, then got on with his chores.

He saw the cars arrive about one-thirty and looked on with casual interest as the ladies went into the house for their bridge game. They were the elite of the county, married to rich men but Bailey wondered if they were truly happy. Did they have the same love and satisfaction that he had from his gardens? He shook his head, not knowing the answer.

His cell phone rang again at three. Could he cut some flowers for Mrs. Prendergast? She was visiting a friend in hospital later and had forgotten to bring any from home. Bailey set about the task and delivered an assorted bouquet to the main house. Mrs. Henderson met him at the door and he went off to the kitchen by himself. He was walking back down the hall past the games room when Mrs. Henderson called out to him. He went into the room and nodded to the ladies.

"This is Mr. Bailey; my gardener....he is very good, excellent in fact as I have already told you. Mr. Bailey, this is Mrs. Prendergast, Mrs. Baker and Mrs. Franks. I've been telling them all about you and they are very impressed. I have offered your services to them should the need arise, is that alright with you?"

The ladies looked at him and smiled, their face flushed. He nodded and smiled back through the uncomfortable silence convinced they were staring at his crotch but thought he must be imagining it. What services did Mrs. Henderson mean, his gardening or, that other kind of servicing? He wasn't sure so he just answered, "Fine, Mrs. Henderson, that would be fine."

Back in the garden he thought about the ladies and the real meaning of Mrs. Henderson's words. What if it was the other kid of 'servicing' she was talking about? He pictured the ladies in his mind...Mrs. Prendergast, in her late forties, tall and slim with a, nice ass, lovely alabaster skin and fair hair...Mrs. Baker, early forties, heavier than the other ladies with a large bust and ass, pretty face with full lips made for a cock...Mrs. Franks, 50-55, average build but nicely put together, her skirt was well above her knees and her legs looked great, dark hair, would like to find out if it is her natural color. Yes Bailey thought, they were all attractive women and he decided if Mrs. Henderson was talking about his non-gardening services he would gladly fuck them all. They probably haven't had a hard cock inside them for years; their husbands were likely more interested in business and money than sex with their wives. Besides, they probably fucked their secretaries and high-priced call girls on business trips. He knew his cock could certainly give these sexually deprived, rich white pussies something to cream and scream about and he began to hope that Mrs. Henderson was talking about his dick and not his gardening skills. He felt an erection coming on and rubbed his over his bulging crotch.

On Friday, Mrs. Henderson wore red; stockings, garter belt, half-cup bra and high heels. He watched her ass and pussy sway up the staircase as she took him to her bed. She looked so horny from this angle and he followed her up, his big cock as hard as steel. They were getting in tune sexually with each other and they fucked in a variety of positions for over an hour until Bailey shot his load between her tits and onto her face. As before he mounted her again, he licked his cum from her face and tits and their tongues mingled transferring his sperm into her throat and they screwed until his dick became limp.

He didn't see Mrs. Henderson on Saturday but she called him on Sunday morning to bring flowers for the games room. He normally took Sunday off and always delivered the flowers on Saturday afternoon but since his employer had been away her call was to ask a personal favour. He said he would be glad to and was standing at the door a half hour later. She smiled as she took the flowers then asked him if he was available at three? Her lady friends were interested in talking to him. "Gardening, or something...I think," she added.

"I'll be glad to talk to the ladies about gardening; you know how much I enjoy it, Mrs. Henderson, Ma'am."

She averted her eyes from his for a few moments and held back a smile then turned to him and said, "Yes Mr. Bailey, I'm very well aware how much you enjoy it and you are very good at it. See you at three then?"

"Three it is, Ma'am," he said and walked slowly back along the path and past the rhododendrons to his house. He still wasn't sure what they had just talked about, but it sure was sexy talking to her like that sex. He hoped it was sex and not gardening but decided to just wait and see. 

Bailey stepped out of the shower a little after two thirty. He wanted to feel fresh and clean, just in case, and a shower always invigorated and stimulated him. His cock was almost fully hard as he dried himself off. He took hold of it with both hands, looked down and said quietly, "Well my friend, I see you're ready if the need be."




The Gardener



Mrs. Henderson led Bailey down the hall and into the games room. Her three friends were sitting in their usual seats but he noticed that again their faces flushed when he entered.

"This is what I've been telling you about, ladies," Mrs. Henderson said as her hand moved to Bailey's crotch. He was riveted to the spot as she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his slacks and pulled down his shorts. His limp dick hung down almost to his knees and Mrs. Henderson grabbed it and displayed it to her friends. Mrs Franks sighed and put a hand over her open mouth, Prendergast and Baker looked on in amazement as Mrs. Henderson caressed and jerked his cock rapidly into a huge erection. "Come, I'm sure they want to feel it," she whispered and led him to the table, holding his cock as they went. "Emily, feel how hard his beautiful black cock is," she said to Mrs. Prendergast and the fair haired woman with the lovely ass tentatively caressed Bailey's knob and ran her delicate, perfectly manicured fingers lightly over his erection as Mrs. Henderson held it towards her.

"Oh my, it's so big, hard...and thick! Emily exclaimed and she stroked it gently along with Mrs. Henderson.

Mrs. Franks was next, she finally took her had away from her mouth and wrapped it around the huge cock in front of her. She squeezed the head then slid down the shaft and caressed his nuts. "I've never seen one this big and his...his balls, heavens above! 

Mrs. Henderson moved Bailey around to Mrs. Baker and while she was exploring, Mrs. Franks petted his ass and put her hand between his legs and fondled his balls again. He was as hard as he had ever been when Mrs. Henderson knelt down and took him into her mouth. Her friends sat staring as she licked, tongued and sucked his dick. Mrs. Franks got onto her knees next and began mouthing his ball sack. She was obviously awed by his testicles and he wondered how she would react if his cock was pounding deep inside her and his balls were slapping hard against her ass. The other two ladies quickly followed Mrs. Franks and they all shared Bailey's extraordinary endowment. His ejaculation splashed onto their faces in several spurts and they continued to jerk and mouth his dick until it hung down once more almost to his knees.

Bailey hoisted his shorts and slacks as Mrs Henderson's friends stayed on their knees wiping cum from their faces with tissues she had provided. She walked him to the door and with a broad grin said, "I do believe they enjoyed that, Mr. Bailey." He didn't quite know how to answer so he just smiled and nodded then made his way home.

Mrs Henderson flew to Tucson on Sunday night and arrived back late on Tuesday. She called Bailey and requested his presence in the games room at two o'clock; the front door would be open. Several horny scenes raced through his mind involving Mrs. Prendergast and her ass, Mrs. Baker's large tits and lovely mouth, Mrs. Franks' legs and, of course, Mrs. Henderson's body which he was more familiar with. By one forty-five he had showered and was drying off his hard cock.

He recognised the two Mercedes and one Lexus in the driveway so he knew Mrs. Henderson's friends had arrived at their usual time. His heart pounded as he walked down the hall and turned into the games room. All four ladies were sitting on the sofa dressed just the way Mrs. Henderson knew he liked – half-cup bra, garter belt, stocking and high heels. No panties or thongs, they just got in the way, he preferred his pussy to be exposed ready for his fingers, tongue and cock. The colours of lingerie the ladies were wearing were different; Mrs. Henderson wore blue, Mrs. Prendergast black, Mrs. Baker red and Mrs. Franks white.

"Come here and take off your clothes, Mr. Bailey." 

In response to Mrs. Henderson's request he stood in front of the sofa and started to unbutton his shirt. The ladies leaned back and opened their legs, exhibiting themselves to him as he unbuckled his belt. He noticed how their bodies differed; Mrs. Henderson, lovely as always, her pussy lips already parted in arousal, Mrs. Prendergast, firm tits, perfect alabaster skin set of by the black outfit and her pussy completely shaved, Mrs. Baker, huge, heavy tits jutting proudly and a trimmed bush of hair around prominent labia that were also parted with pink showing, Mrs. Franks, lovely legs leading up to a dark bush of pubic hair with a big clit already visible and long, loose pussy lips, huge, stiff nipples sat on top of large, dark aureoles.

By the time Bailey was naked his erection stuck straight out from his body and the ladies were fingering their pussies. "Play with dick," gasped Mrs. Prendergast." "Your balls also," added Mrs. Franks. He fondled his cock and balls as the ladies watched and he stared back at them. Mrs. Franks pulled her enormous labia apart and showed him her wet, pink gash in an unabashed, horny display.

"Bring it here," said Mrs. Henderson and he went to her at the end of the sofa and put his dick in her mouth. Each lady took their turn with his cock and fondled his heavy ball bag. Mrs. Baker's lips and mouth were indeed made to suck a cock and she worked on Bailey with great enthusiasm. He ate each one of them while mauling their tits and found each pussy felt and tasted different.

"Turn around," he said, "I want to see your asses." The ladies were happy to comply with his request and turned to kneel on the sofa, presenting their behinds to him. He worked his way along the sofa, fondling, fingering, spanking and rubbing his monster cock along the crack of their asses and over each pussy. He was right he said to himself, these ladies haven't had a good fuck in a long time; they're dying to feel my dick inside them.

"Who wants it first?"

"Oh, please, give it to me, stick it in me, I want it so bad," cried Mrs. Baker.

He stepped behind her and rubbed the underside of his massive erection between the cheeks of her ass then massaged her clit with his knob before pushing into her. He moved back and forth along the sofa, fucking each one several times, fondling and fingering the others as he did so. Mrs. Prendergast did indeed have a beautiful ass and he kissed and licked it before fucking her tight pussy. Mrs. Franks took more of his cock than the others and he was able to pull her hanging labia lips back against her thighs while ramming into her which brought on a noisy orgasm. While giving it to Mrs. Baker, he fondled Mrs. Prendergast's ass and fingered her wet pussy and managed to fist Mrs. Franks to another screaming orgasm. He knew how much Mrs. Henderson liked it from behind and had learned how to quickly bring her to climax. Mrs. Baker and Mrs. Prendergast had multiple orgasms from his tongue and his dick. He finished by cumming over their asses as they knelt in a circle facing outward then his cock was sucked clean by four eager and competent mouths.

These 'bridge meetings' continued for many years. Sometimes the ladies drew cards to see who would receive Bailey's hot cum inside them. They always dressed in sexy clothing and he fucked them many times in every position and combination in just about every room in the house including the Henderson's spacious shower and the pool. His relationship continued with Mrs. Henderson and it never changed. She always called him Mr. Baker and thanked him for fucking her and he always called her Mrs. Henderson or Ma'am and nodded in reply.

In his seventy-seventh year he was snapping the spent blossoms from his beloved rhododendrons and feeling especially close to his beloved Rosy when he experienced a sharp pain in his chest. He was dead before he hit the ground. There weren't many at his funeral, Mrs. Henderson, Mrs. Prendergast, Mrs. Baker, Mrs. Franks and a few others. But there were lots and lots and lots of flowers, the bridge players made sure of that, and after all, flowers were his closest friends!

A few days later, Mrs. Henderson stood in her garden, tears streaming down her cheeks, and emptied Bailey's ashes among the rhododendrons.

Bailey and Rosy were together again....forever!



The Gardener



Crystal was fuming. She paced back and forth beneath the impressive ivy archway, the white stone path behind her leading to the church where her best friend Emily was soon to be married. She faintly heard the choir commence singing, and threw her bouquet to the ground in anger. "How am I supposed to get home now?" she cried out loud, to no one in particular. Crystal, as the bride's best friend and maid of honour, had arrived in a limo with the official wedding party. "There's no way Emily's going to give me a ride home," she sighed bitterly. 

Hearing carefree whistling from behind her, she turned apprehensively. A young man was walking cheerfully towards her down the driveway with a wheelbarrow. She considered her options for a moment, before taking a deep decisive breath. "Desperate times, Crystal," she thought to herself. She walked towards the gardener carefully, making sure she didn't trip on the cobbled stone in her expensive heels. She knew she wouldn't have to ask twice to get a ride home with this man. She was used to getting her way, and was an expert at using her looks to her advantage. "Let's just hope his car's not too dirty," she thought to herself.

"Hi," she called out to him sweetly when he was just a few meters away. "I was wondering whether you could help me, I need a --"

The man suddenly stopped and cocked his head to the side like a puppy. He dropped his wheelbarrow and slowly started chuckling. Crystal glanced down at her outfit hastily, wondering what could possibly be funny. The man shook his head in disbelief, wheeling the wheelbarrow the remaining distance between them before straightening up. 

"Crystal Green asking me for help. Never thought I'd see the day." 

Crystal was shocked. She considered him for a few seconds, and suddenly it hit her. 

"Jared Parker! ....Of course it just had to be you," she added angrily. 

"Geez Cris, I know it's been a long time, but I didn't think you'd be this happy to see me," he chuckled, clearly amused by the situation. "What can I help you with?" 

"You know what, forget it! The last thing I need right now is three hours in a car with you." 

"Wow that does sound horrid" he said in mock sympathy. "I guess you'll just have to wait for your limo Princess. If you can manage it." 

"I'm not going back in the limo, obviously," she seethed, narrowing her eyes at him dangerously. 

"What, not classy enough for you?"

Crystal spun around angrily. "Actually Jared, Emily - you remember Emily, my best friend?" She continued heatedly, not waiting for an answer. "Well she kicked me out of her wedding! And it's all because of her disgusting, man-whore of a fiancé. No wait... husband!" she cried, visibly upset. 

Jared took an instinctive step back and proceeded cautiously. "Umm, what did he do?" 

She looked at him defensively, trying to decide whether or not to tell him. 

Finally she swallowed, raised her chin slightly, and adamantly said, "well, he hit on me." 

"He, WHAT?" Jared replied, his mouth edging into an uncontrollable smirk. "Crystal hasn't changed at all" he thought to himself incredulously.

"He hit on me!" She repeated. Not noticing his amusement, she was glad now to have someone to listen to her.

"Are...are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure!"

"Maybe he... was just being friendly?" Jared offered with a shrug. "The guy must've been pretty nervous after all." 

"Wait, are you seriously sympathising with him?" Crystal was outraged. "Christ Jared, you haven't changed at all! I think I know when a guy's flirting with me...After all you gave me plenty of practise when we were growing up, remember?... Not that it ever worked for you," she added coldly. 

"Yeah, right, well what actually happened then?" Jared asked. 

Crystal sighed in exasperation and started walking briskly away towards the road. 

"Well if you must know, he was acting all weird, saying all this stuff about how he wasn't sure Emily was 'The One' and how he still thought about other women. I was totally shocked, you know? I mean Emily's my best friend. I was trying to reassure him it was just pre-wedding jitters, but he kept going on about the 'other women' thing." Jared's wheelbarrow was bumping dangerously over the rough stones as he hurried to keep up with her. "Eventually I asked him who on earth he could possibly be thinking about, when he had such a perfect fiancé. And then he just did it. He just came at me! Next thing I know he's got me pressed up against a church wall, slobbering all over my face like some kind of starved Labrador!" She was walking faster and faster, gesturing wildly with her arms. Eventually she came to a stop, once again under the ivy archway, and turned to face him. 

"It wasn't my fault. I had no idea what was happening." Jared noticed her eyes were full of tears, suddenly recognising in her the innocent little girl he'd grown up with. 

"What did you do?" he asked solemnly. 

"I told Em. I told her she couldn't marry him. She deserves so much better."

"And how'd she take that?" Jared already knew what the answer would be. 

Crystal looked away and sighed. "She called me a jealous slut, and told me to get the hell out of her wedding."

Jared considered her for a second, and she stared right back at him, her eyes stubbornly daring him to make a joke, or call her a princess. 

He started walking away down the road. "Well c'mon then Princess, my van's this way."

***

Jared glanced across at Crystal in the passenger seat, trying to figure out whether she was really asleep or not. They'd been driving for almost an hour, and had hardly spoken a word to one another. After having spent most of their childhood together, Jared and Crystal had barely seen each other since they were 16 and Crystal's parents sent her off to a prestigious boarding school. Jared's father had been the landscaper for the Green's extensive property, and they had lived in a small neighbouring house. Jared considered the now 27 year old woman next to him. She was still just as beautiful as he remembered her. Her thick wavy chocolate brown hair was longer now, reaching down to the middle of her back. Her big brown eyes and long eye lashes were the same, as were her full pink lips and dainty nose. Her skin was lightly tanned and he noticed her finger nails were painted pink to match her dress and the rose pinned in her hair. As he looked at her he couldn't help but laugh at their current situation. 

"I have no idea what you think is so funny," Crystal muttered darkly, her eyes still closed. "I don't find your broken air-con particularly amusing at all." 

"So you're awake then." Jared observed, rolling up his window. "It's a nice day, stop complaining." Glancing at her somewhat nervously, he pulled into a wide gravel driveway and turned off the car. 

"What, where are we?" Crystal asked, sitting up straight. "This isn't the city!" 

"Correct," Jared assented. "That high education of yours paid off I see."

She continued to stare hostilely at him and he sighed. "Look, I've just got a quick job to do for a client. We're halfway home; it's not going to take long. I promise." 

"Urghh," she moaned, leaning back in her seat and looking at him wearily. "Can't you do it tomorrow?" She pleaded. He shook his head, but she was just as stubborn as he remembered her. "Pleaseeee Jared," she begged sweetly, "can't you just take me home?" She looked so cute sitting there fanning herself with his Dire Straights CD case that Jared almost relented. 

"Fraid not Cris, c'mon, get out of the van, you'll overheat. And it's a really nice garden," he added proudly. Scowling at him, she opened the door and made to climb out.

"Leave your heels in the car, would you?" Jared called exasperatedly. 

They walked through the garden, Jared pushing his wheelbarrow full of gardening tools and seedlings that needed planting with Crystal skipping along beside him, clearly happy to be out of her shoes. He smiled at her. As much as Crystal infuriated him, he was glad they were just as comfortable with each other as they'd been when they were kids. Jared knelt down by the flower bed he needed to fix up. He examined the little green shoots coming up through the soil. "Crystal, could you pass me my spade please?" She wrinkled her nose at him, and picked it up as though it was contaminated. He watched her with amusement. "What, scared to get your hands dirty?" he asked, gazing mischievously at her delicate hand grasping the spade handle. 

"No!" she declared stubbornly, anxious not to let him get the better of her. "I'll get as dirty as you want me too." She blushed immediately, but Jared just chuckled and continued digging. 

"How much longer is this going to take anyway?" she moaned, shielding her eyes from the sun. 

"Ah shouldn't be too much lon- " Glancing up from his crouched position on the ground, Jared caught a brief glimpse of Crystals hot pink G-string as her short dress flowed in the wind directly above him. He gulped as Crystal glared down at him. "So, how long exactly?!" she demanded, the sun's glare fortunately masking Jared's dazed expression as he averted his eyes from her long, slender legs. 

"Um, another thirty minutes or so," he called out, and internally corrected himself, "Ok, so maybe it's not exactly the same as when we were kids." 

Back at the van an hour later, Jared noticed Crystal was very subdued. "What's up Crissy?" he nudged her playfully and she almost fell over as she walked beside him. 

"Hey!" she shoved him in the rib cage, noticing with some admiration how muscular he'd become. 

"Gotta try harder than that!" he teased. "But seriously, what's going on?" 

Crystal sighed and glanced up at him. 

"I'm really worried about Em. She's just married the wrong guy. I should've tried harder to stop her."

"Don't beat yourself up, she was never going to listen. Em's half as stubborn as you are. Which is a lot," he added cheekily. She looked at him angrily, but he noticed she was trying to hide a smile. 

"Anyway, maybe it was just a test?" Jared asked. 

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well maybe he came onto you to see if he was still passionate about his wife."

Crystal scoffed. "That's the worst excuse I've ever heard for a guy cheating!" Still laughing she added, "what, so you don't think he actually wanted me?" 

"That comes as a huge shock to you doesn't it! He said incredulously. 

"..No, of course not" she replied in a less than convincing voice. 

"A man not wanting Crystal Green - surely not!" he said mockingly. "Have you ever considered that perhaps you're not as desirable as you think you are?" 

He'd put his tools into the van, and turned to face her as he said it. Immediately he knew it was redundant. Crystal was undoubtedly stunning, by anyone's standards. "But still," he thought, "the girl needs taking down a notch."

"Are you saying you're not attracted to me?" She asked, slightly hurt, but suddenly curious. 

"No I'm not saying that, what I'm saying is-"

"So you are then!" She declared smugly.

"That's not the point." He was flustered now, and starting to forget what this argument was even about as she folded her arms, drawing his attending to her cleavage. 

She smiled at him, as though she knew exactly what he was thinking about. "Urgh, way to let her win Jare," he growled internally. 

He bent to load a pot plant into the van. "You're an attractive woman Crystal, there's no denying it." He straightened up, dusted off his hands and shrugged, "But you're just not my type." 

Crystal, although taken aback for a second, recovered quickly. "Well good, you're not my type either." 

"I know," he replied. "People like you and I just aren't suited, Princess. I'm outdoorsy and adventurous, and you're-"

"What? Not adventurous? I'm sick of you acting like you've got me all figured out Jared. You haven't known me well since we were 16! I'm very adventurous." 

Jared paused for a second and considered her wearily. Suddenly a little grin appeared on his face. He took a step towards her, and then another little one so that their bodies were nearly touching. She was startled, but trying to hold her ground, looking up at him apprehensively. He opened his mouth and bent his face downwards slightly so he could look her in the eyes. "How adventurous?" 

He could feel how tense her body had become by his close proximity, and thought he sensed her quiver slightly. She made to push him away, but her hands lingered on his chest as she became aware of the well developed muscles beneath his shirt. She shook her head groggily. 

"You need to stop." 

"Stop what exactly?" He teased, wondering what would happen if he placed his hands on her slender waist. She looked up at him, and he could've sworn her eyes were almost daring him to do it. As they stood there silently, her hands on his chest, some kind of electric charge passing between them, he slowly and cautiously moved his hands to her waist, and when she didn't move away, slid them slowly down to rest upon her hips. They stood like that for a few intense seconds, in confused and exciting silence, each waiting for the other to do something. 

Suddenly desperate to feel her body pressed against his, Jared pulled her to him, picked her up roughly in his strong arms, and carried her back through the rose garden towards a small, walled gazebo whilst she gasped and clutched his neck. He could sense the anticipation in her body and setting her down on the bench inside, ran his hands firmly over her goose bump covered legs. "Cold?" he asked her, rubbing his hands up and down her thighs, pushing her dress slightly higher each time. 

"Not at all," she replied with a soft moan, looking at him with desperation. 

Now that all hesitation had left them, he knew he was torturing her by keeping at a distance, but he was enjoying watching her grow desperate for him. 

She was sitting on the cushioned bench which extended all the way around the inside edge of the gazebo, her hips level with his as he stood in front of her. She closed her eyes and moaned as he pushed her dress up around her stomach, exposing her pink G-string. He rubbed her upper thighs, and slid his thumbs beneath the silk fabric of her underwear, stroking her pussy gently. She felt smooth and wet, just as he'd imagined she would. 

"Are you hard?" She asked him, gazing as his crotch longingly and reaching out for his zip. 

"Crystal, I'm so hard for you," he responded loudly, hardly believing that Crystal Green was asking him that question. He pushed her hand away with one of his, the other still rubbing her pussy. He wanted to explore her body first. 

She groaned as he moved his hands to her neck, pulling her towards him, and leaning down, he kissed her hard on the lips. She responded passionately, her warm mouth allowing him to think of nothing but her lips around his cock. Their tongues met, and he pushed her thighs apart with his legs, moving to stand between them, his body pressed against hers. She could feel his swollen cock through his jeans, pressing against her inner thigh and she moaned into his mouth with longing, their lips still moving together. She sucked his tongue gently, and he became very aware of her breasts pressing against his chest. He moved his mouth to her neck, and sucked and kissed it repeatedly until she cried out. She was gripping his hair with one hand, the other rubbing his crotch and fumbling with his zip. His competitive spirit kicking in, he pulled her forward, and unzipped her dress. She stopped and raised her arms for him to pull it off over her head. Jared obliged, tossing it to the ground besides them. He stopped moving for a moment, and gazed at the almost naked woman in front of him. 

Her large round breasts were just begging to be freed from her pink satin bra. She looked back at him slyly, and knowing that he was admiring her figure, parted her lips slightly and moaned, squeezing her breasts with her hands. 

"Alright, that's it!" He said, shaking his head in wonderment and pulling her roughly towards him. He unclipped her bra at the back, sliding the straps off her arms, and let her soft breasts fall into his hands. They were supple, yet firm, her large pink erect nipples poking into his palms. He squeezed her breasts gently, and began massaging them harder and harder, waiting for her reaction. She panted and moaned, watching him rub and pluck her nipples. Unable to resist any longer, she grabbed the back of his neck, and pulled him down towards her. He knew what she wanted, and kissed her deeply before drawing a line with his tongue down to her breasts. Rubbing her left nipple with his hand, he started sucking and licking the right, loving the feel of it against his tongue.

After listening to her frenzied moans for a while, he switched, sucking hard on her left nipple. 

"Mmm you're boobs are so perfect," he murmured to her, leaning back slightly and squeezing them both hard. She looked dazed, and he tugged her nipple playfully with his teeth, grinning as she responded by pulling his hair. She tugged on his shirt and he moved his lips from her breasts long enough to let her remove it, before again licking them senselessly. He just couldn't get enough of her body. 

Kneeling down between her thighs, he moved his hands to her pussy, and whilst continuing to flick her nipples with his tongue, he rubbed her clit gently in circles slowly, getting faster and harder and she sighed deliriously. Eventually he stopped touching her, and she sat on the bench in front of him with her legs outstretched, completely naked and quivering with excitement. She moved to the edge of the bench, pushing her breasts against his stomach and dragging her hands over his muscular chest and arms. 

"Do you want to be inside me Jared?" She asked him sensually. She knew he'd been teasing her before and it had worked...she was now desperate to feel his hard cock in her hands, and watch it slide between her legs. 

Jared nodded, too captivated by her delicious body to even form words. He let her unzip his fly and push his jeans down until they fell around his ankles. She raised her hands to his boxers pulling them gently over his erect penis and down his legs. He stepped out of them, moving even closer to her, as she began rubbing him with her soft hands. 

"Mmm do you like that Jare?" She whispered sexually. "Do you like me rubbing your big hard cock like this?" 

"Oh my god, yes!" He almost shouted in response, hardly remembering the last time he'd felt this good. He pushed two of his fingers into her mouth and she sucked on them as she continued to rub him, faster and faster. After a few more intensely pleasurable seconds, she stopped. 

"Noo what are you doing?" He whined, opening his eyes and looking disappointed. Crystal laughed at him. 

"Be patient, I just don't want you to finish yet, that's all." 

"Trust me, I don't think I'll ever be finished with you."

Crystal giggled, "That's not what I mean silly," she said, whilst holding onto his torso and pulling herself up. 

Standing in front of him, she rubbed her breasts against his chest, leaning up to kiss him. As their tongues moved against each other she turned him around and pushed him down on the bench so that now he was sitting in front of her. He watched her in anticipation, and she grinned cheekily at him, knowing it was her turn to tease him now. She placed her hands on her breasts, squeezing them before moving them slowly down her body. When they reached her pussy, she returned one to continue massaging her nipples, whilst she stroked her outer lips with the two fingers of the other. Unable to resist she ventured within, rubbing softly back and forth with her fingers, gently stimulating her clitoris. She was extremely aroused, and wanted to put on a good show for him. She could tell he was disbelieved at how naughty she was being. She looked hungrily at his extremely erect penis, and realised that she was also shocked at what he'd been hiding from her all this time. 




The Gardener



"So do you want to see how adventurous I can be then Jared?" She asked him, still rubbing the inner length of her pussy back and fourth. 

"Mmm of course, but I really don't think you could surprise me more that you already have Princess." Crystal smirked, and without taking her eyes off him, brought her hand up to her mouth and sucked the two fingers she'd been using to touch herself. He let out a low shocked laugh, and reached both his hands around behind her to grab and squeeze her arse. 

"You naughty girl!" He breathed at her, and slapped one of her butt cheeks hard. He continued to spank her as she reached back down and slid her fingers deep inside herself, finger fucking herself rapidly and moaning. After a few seconds, Crystal couldn't take it anymore. She needed him inside her. She climbed onto him, crouching with her knees either side of him on the cushioned bench. She pushed herself as close to his body as possible, and holding his wide shaft at the base with one hand, slid him deep inside her wet and extremely aroused pussy. 

She moved up and down on his cock rapidly, letting it fill her right up before bringing it out completely, and thrusting it back in. Jared clutched her back, dragging his fingers through her hair, and pushing it off her face. He licked and sucked her breasts as they jiggled and danced in front of him. They were moaning in unison, neither able to contain their immense pleasure and excitement. Jared was so aroused and excited already that he could feel himself climaxing fast. Wanting her to change her pace, without stopping her, he grabbed her hair and pulled it down gently, so that her head was tugged backwards and she gasped. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders and he quickly wrapped his arms around her waist and stood, picking her up, but remaining inside her. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his torso, and he held onto her buttocks, carrying her out onto the grass. 

He laid her down, her legs still wrapped around him, and began thrusting himself slowly and deeply inside her, withdrawing completely each time. He did ten of these deep, sensual thrusts, feeling himself fill her to capacity, listening to get gasp each time he entered her. 

"You like that baby, don't you," he murmured in her ear, biting it softly and he continued with the unrelenting thrusts. Crystal was completely beyond replying, a strangled moan, and a shiver of pleasure passing through her body was her only response. That was good enough for Jared, who began fucking her harder and harder, faster and faster, until they were both crying out in pleasure. He could tell she was ready to orgasm as little waves of excitement and arousal started building up and shooting through her body.

He was savouring the feeling of her nipples rubbing against his chest with every thrust. Pulling himself close to her, he rolled over so that she was once again on top. She lay over him, immediately starting to move back and forth on his body. 

"Mm good girl, that's it." Jared encouraged between breaths. 

He licked two fingers and edged Crystals stomach up slightly with his hand, and wriggled it between them, palm facing upwards. He started rubbing her clit in circles slowly as she continued to rub up and down on his penis. She groaned frantically with delight and satisfaction, kissing him gently with those lips and sucking his tongue in approval. 

"Oh. My. Goddd, Jared," She managed as she started to climax. He rubbed her faster and faster feeling her start to loose control of her body and convulse. 

"You're so close baby," he gasped in her ear, clutching her hair, and feeling her mouth on his neck. A few more seconds of rapid movement back and forth across her clit and Crystal stopped breathing as her body tensed for a few blissful seconds. Jared made to withdraw, but Crystal held herself to him, wanting desperately to feel him come inside her. Her body relaxed into orgasmic shivers of satisfaction and weightlessness as Jared exploded deep within her dripping pussy. They lay there panting and clutching one another, neither wanting the moment to end. 

After what could have been minutes, Crystal slid off him so that she could lie next to him, rubbing his chest softly. 

"Do we have to go home yet?" She sighed happily, gazing at him lying contentedly besides her, eyes closed. She couldn't believe that such a terrible day was ending so perfectly. Emily, and everything else, she could deal with later. Right now she just wanted to lie here. "Before round two," she thought to herself cheekily. 

Evidently she wouldn't have to wait long at all, as Jared suddenly picked himself up and lay on top of her, supporting himself with his strong arms. 

"We can stay here as long as you want," he told her as her pushed her legs wide open with his own, and drew close to her, laughing softly. "You just tell me when...Princess."



The Gardener



Hello everybody, so this is my first attempt at any kind of erotic literature, so see what you think and feel free to leave any comments or suggestions for how to improve. 

This is just a very short intro to this story, but I'll write more when I have the time and if people enjoy it.

So, here you are!

*****

Jamie walked the very short journey to his neighbour's, very irritated with this turn of events. He had been blackmailed by his mother into gardening for the elderly lady down the road on pain, the punishment if he didn't do it losing his entire summer allowance.

The conversation had been a very short one: 

Mum: 'Jamie, can you pop over to Mrs Travers on the weekend?'

Jamie: 'Erm, why??'

Mum, sighing exasperated: 'Look Jamie, she's a very lonely woman and she needs a bit of help with her gardening, nothing too strenuous I'm sure. She said she'll pay you and the punishment if you don't do it is me taking me back that money I gave you for the summer. You can leave Alice for one day of the weekend!'

Jamie: 'For f*ck's sake, fine. It doesn't look like I have any choice does it?'

Mum, walking to the kitchen: 'Nope.'

Alice was Jamie's new and very lovely girlfriend. A cute brunette with a tight arse, stomach and beautiful 32C tits, who appeared to be a good little lady in front of friends and family, was actually a delightful slut in bed with an extremely dirty mind. And as they'd only been together a month or so, he was still not tired of spending all his time in bed with her. Instead he was on his way to an old lady's house for an entirely fruitless couple of hours bar the earning of about £20 which he'd give up if he was spending the time with Alice.

Jamie knocked on the door twice before he heard movement inside the house and even then it took Mrs Travers quite some time to get to the door. 

'Ah hello dear, James isn't it?' said Mrs Travers, peering up at him. Just a quick word about Jamie, he was about 5'10, sandy hair, green eyes, and with some of the gym time taking its effect, he had got a decent physique. Alice seems to like it at least. 

'Err...Jamie, yeah... Hi Mrs Travers, how are you?' Jamie replied, trying to hide his boredom at being there.

'Fine thanks, dear. Well come in, come in.' said Mrs Travers. She was the classic old lady in her early 70s, she had the look of possibly having been once beautiful, but this beauty, if it ever existed, had now faded. Her face was now neither attractive, nor unattractive, just, there was no other word for it, old. Her hair had long been snow-white, her face had as many wrinkles as you would expect of a woman her age and her body was a decidedly pear-shaped and flabby size 14. Her arms had some loose skin hanging from them, her breasts were an ample, but saggy 36 B/C and her legs were small tree trunks that moved slowly when she walked. She was wearing a faded pink blouse, with a cardigan on top, a knee-length skirt and slippers. Jamie looked at her with the same look that most 18 year olds would give a woman in her early 70s, one of barely concealed patience and incomprehension of ever reaching such an age.

'So, would you like a cup of tea, dear?' she quavered from the kitchen.

'Erm...no, I'm fine, thank you, Mrs Travers. Could I take a look at the garden, please?' said Jamie, desperately wanting to get this over and done with. 

'Oh, of...of course, dear.' replied Mrs Travers, visibly put out by Jamie's abrupt, business-like tone. 

Pushing down his swelling feeling of guilt, Jamie followed her out to the garden.

'So, dear, it shouldn't be too difficult for a young strapping man like yourself,' sighed Mrs Travers, briefly putting an hand on Jamie's arm, which sent a strange electric shock through him, making him frown. 'I just need a bit of weeding, some planting and general housekeeping, really. The tools are in Gerald's old shed, everything should be in there. Would you like a glass of fresh lemonade?'

Sticking to his abrupt manner, Jamie quickly replied 'No, thanks, Mrs Travers, I'll be fine.'

Catching onto his tone, the elderly lady sighed, saying, 'Okay dear, well I'll leave you to it then. Give me a hoot if you have any problems.' And, with that she walked back into the house, coming back out with a magazine a minute or two later. 

Jamie took a deep breath and walked down to the shed to get the tools and started work. He had been weeding tirelessly for a good half hour when the heat started to hit him on the back of the neck and he paused, glancing over at Mrs Travers, whose face was behind her magazine. What he saw made him swallow; her legs were open not very wide, but far enough that he had a view through to the yellow knickers she wore under her skirt. Running down those knickers was a sight that made Jamie's cock jerk, a narrow line of moisture, whether it was sweat or urine he couldn't tell...but it was tucked between a delicate little ridge which outlined the lips of this old woman's vagina. The lewdness of this sight and the sexualisation of this old woman had Jamie rearranging his hard cock in his pants without being able to explain exactly why.

Jamie looked away, shaking his head free of sweat and muttering to himself to get a grip. This was an old woman, a wrinkly, old woman with white hair and a belly and he was a fit and healthy young man with a nubile, young girlfriend. However, all Jamie needed was another glance at her to know that she was turning him on...inexplicably, and without any effort at all on her part, she had him hard as a rock. He mentally shook himself again and continued to do the weeding, turning away from Mrs Travers.

After another half hour, Mrs Travers stood up. 'Well dear, it looks like you've got everything handled out here. I'm going to get in out of the sun, it's giving me the most horrible headache!' and she went inside leaving Jamie staring at her frumpy body from behind, trying to push the image of what it might look like naked out of his mind's eye.

Jamie weeded for another hour or so and then started doing some of the planting. After a while he stood up to use the toilet and ask Mrs Travers for a glass of water, sweating as he was from all the exertion. He walked through the back of the house looking for the elderly lady and was treated with a sight that had his shorts tenting again. 

Mrs Travers had fallen asleep on the sofa watching the TV. She was pretty much horizontal and snoring softly with her skirt up around her thighs giving Jamie a much better view than before of her knickers and that line of moisture on them... 

He walked over to Mrs Travers and stared down at her. What was this woman doing to him? He leaned in slightly and got a clue for what that wetness on her knickers was as he could smell her huge, sweaty thighs, and then he caught sight of something that would have him fiercely masturbating later... 

Some of the old woman's white pubic hair was peeking out of those knickers, quite a lot of it actually. Looking further, Jamie could see the wrinkles and veins that traced Mrs Travers' legs, the sizable belly that bulged over the waist of her skirt, the flabby arms that used to be bingo wings but now just consisted of loose skin that led up to an even flabbier neck... And in that moment, there was nothing Jamie wanted to do more in the world than undress this woman and explore each of her wrinkles and folds of flesh in detail.

However, he had the presence of mind to pull away and remind himself of where he was and who this woman was, that she was four times his age and that he had a girlfriend. Therefore, he pulled away, went to the toilet and made enough noise coming out to wake up Mrs Travers. She awoke and stood up, hoping Jamie had not noticed her shameful state in his rush to the toilet. Then, Jamie popped his head round the door apologising, saying he had to head off for the day and was that okay? Mrs Travers was quick to say yes, that was fine and did he mind coming back the next day, to which Jamie replied: 

'Erm...sure, no problem, Mrs Travers, same time?'

'Yes dear, but please call me Agnes! And I promise not to fall asleep for so long tomorrow!'

Jamie hastened to assure her that the sleeping was absolutely fine and fairly stumbled to get out of there. It was a very strange turn of events, Jamie was looking forward to coming back the next day to help out and walked out of this old woman's house with a raging boner that she was the cause of. Agnes for her part was very confused by the young man's sudden exit, but was looking forward to seeing him tomorrow if only for a bit of company during the day.

*****

End of Chapter 1

Hope you enjoyed it, let me know if you'd like to read more and any suggestions for the story!



The Gardener



It was a hot, humid day in Cape Cod. Tom Moore was riding his motorcycle to the Fullmer's house to do some landscaping and gardening. He arrived, and scoped out the scene. It had been awhile since he had worked on their lawn, and he would be there for some time. He started to work, first mowing the lawn, and then tugging at tight weeds and pushing a spade roughly into the ground to upheave them. He had a good the feel for this, and he was very skilled with his work. It was second nature to him. His mechanics were very fluid, and his body worked like a well-lubricated machine.

Unaware that anyone was outside of her opened window, young Lucy Fullmer was changing out of her bra and underwear into her bathing suit. Tom Moore was pulling weeds and as he looked up he caught a glimpse of Lucy. He tried continuing with his work, but his glimpse turned into a stare and the distraction was too captivating. She first took of her thin tank top, to reveal her baby pink bra. It was nothing fancy; no lace, no adornments such as jewels or beads. Tom admired the light color and simplicity of the bra, which could be no bigger than a b cup, and his eyes descended from her bra down to her navel and then down to her pants. 

She thumbed the button undone, and shook out of her pants. Lucy was wearing a lace, light blue thong from Victoria's Secret. Tom tried looking down at his work again, then decided it was no use, and he didn't care if he was trespassing her privacy. He had already seen too much, and he was going to see as much as he could. Tom never received additional pay, and so he decided to take advantage of this externality. Lucy struggled to unfasten her bra. Tom pictured himself helping her out of it, and then grasping her breasts in his hands. She finally unclasped her bra, and then slid her underwear to the floor. 

Tom saw her full, exposed front side, and then as she went to grab her swimsuit, he also saw her figure from the back.

Tom's viewing experience quickly expired when Lucy put her swimsuit on. He looked at her clothed, and in his imagination he could still see her naked. He relished this in his mind for a few seconds, and when he looked at Lucy again, she was looking back at him. Tom was very surprised, because he didn't think that she would be able to see him from her room. It was the slightest length of eye contact, but it was comfortable. She had looked surprised herself at first, but then her eyes softened and looked welcoming. She turned around and went further into her house. Tom, embarrassed, quickly delved into pulling weeds again, trying very hard to concentrate. He just hoped that she didn't suspect that he saw her changing. Tom finished pulling weeds and now was planting the flowers Mrs. Fullmer had requested. He heard the door open, and he continued working and looking down at his hands. 

"Hey Tom, how's your day going?" asked Lucy. 

"I couldn't be better. I'm working in the warm sun and planting beautiful flowers outside of a beautiful house. How're you?" Tom replied nervously. 

Lucy walked closer and knelt by his side. "I've been better. My best friend has been consistently ditching me for her boyfriend and has been forgetting me. I'm supposed to go swimming with her but I just feel like I'm being used. Can I help you?"

"Of course, just don't screw anything up, cause it'll be on me!" Tom played.

"And you think I'll mess up?" Lucy asked.

"I'm just messing with you. I bet anything you do will be perfect".

She started adding soil to the ground, and grabbed a hoe. She dug a hole to put the seeds in, and was pouring them in when Tom stopped her. 

"There you go lessening my pay, dear, I knew you weren't a flower-planter the first day I saw you".

"Tommm, if there was anything I was meant to do it was plant flowers. Enlighten me and you will never have to correct me again!"

"Alright, take notes. Pay close attention. If you make one mistake I'm firing you."

"Note taken", replied Lucy.

"You were doing fine until you dug that shallow hole and put the seeds in. You've got to make a deeper hole before you fill it. Watch me" Tom instructed.

Tom used a hoe to dig a deeper hole than Lucy did, and then poured the seeds into it. He then covered the hole with soil, and poured some water on it. 

"Now you try"

Lucy plucked the seeds out of her hole, and she dug it deeper. 

"Even deeper", Tom commanded.

She dug the hole deeper, and then poured the seeds in. Next, she filled the hole with soil, and was watering it when Tom stopped her again.

"You're getting too wet. I mean, you'll drown the seeds basically if you give 'em too much water."

"I guess I'm fired then," said Lucy.

"It's alright, you're nice. I'll give you another chance."

The two planted more flowers and eventually finished within about 15 minutes. When they were done, Tom took off his shirt and wiped his forehead with it. He was slick from head to toe with sweat. Lucy tried to not make it obvious that she was looking at his nice body. She'd never really looked at Tom before, and she found herself attracted to him.

"Wow, I'm drained. Come inside and let's cool off. We can get something to drink." Said Lucy.

"Okay, thanks for your help! You helped me finish 2 times quicker than I would've on my own."

"Don't you mention it!"

They got inside and Lucy prepared ice waters for herself and Tom. Lucy watched as Tom quickly finished off the whole glass within a few seconds. 

"Thirsty much?" said Lucy.

Tom wiped his upper lip with his arm, and replied, "Not in the least bit, although I could go for a couple more glasses."

Lucy laughed and refilled his cup. He finished a second glass. There was a slight silence between the two, and then Tom leaned into Lucy and said, "I want you so bad".

Lucy put her hand on Tom's shoulder and slid it down his lower back. 

"Then take me".

Tom picked Lucy up and set her on the counter top and started kissing her. Her lips were like pillows, and her skin was soft like silk. He was kissing her so much that when Tom let off a little bit, Lucy gasped for air.

"Sorry, you want to take it slower?" Tom asked Lucy.

"Full speed ahead"

Tom picked Lucy up again and put her on his back. He carried her to her bedroom where he gently laid her on her bed. He dove into her, showing no will power whatsoever. As Tom was kissing Lucy, he felt around her body. He took off her bikini and started grabbing her boobs and massaging them under his fingers, then pinching her hard nipples. Lucy was tugging at Tom's jeans, pulling him closer towards her pelvis. Tom's finger play was building her anticipation and making her horny.

"I think I should go nowww... " Tom teased, pulling back from Lucy.

"You're not going anywhere (until we get a good fuckin')," said Lucy, "Come here"

"I'll be coming everywhere once I'm done with you. You'll come everywhere too." Said Tom.

Lucy rolled and got on top of Tom, and undid his belt and slid off his jeans. She started to take of his underwear when Tom rolled over on top of her and said, "You first". He pulled off her bikini bottoms to reveal soft, fresh skin. It looked like it had never been touched. Tom started kissing Lucy, now incorporating his tongue, unafraid of exploring Lucy's mouth with it. He then advanced to her neck, kissing then sucking on it. Next, he sucked on each of her boobs, and then licked her nipples in circular motions. Tom kissed her stomach all the way down until he reached her navel. He then started kissing the inside of her legs and above her clitoris.

Tom advanced on Lucy's clit and started treating it with his tongue and mouth. He warmed it up by licking it up and down, and then he sucked on it like a sucker. He could feel her hard clit like a bracelet bead in his mouth. He licked between Lucy's lips, and then entered his tongue into Lucy's vagina. He returned to her clit and started tapping his tongue very fast like Morse code. Then he started moving his tongue to form the letters from the alphabet. By this point, Lucy was soaking wet. She could feel her wetness drenching onto the bed sheets.

Tom noticed how wet she was and said, "You getting a little wet and horny?"

"You said getting too wet is bad," Lucy joked.

"Oh trust me, I can plant seeds in any amount of humidity. In fact, the wetter the better."

Tom pulled of his underwear to reveal his hard, veiny penis. It was much larger than any Lucy had ever seen. "Whooa," said Lucy.

"Does my size intimidate?"

"No, I like it," said Lucy, "In fact, the bigger the better.

Tom laughed and pushed his penis into Lucy. She gasped when he did, and squeezed Tom's arms. 

"You alright?"

"Perfect"

Tom slowly thrusted into Lucy, and as he did Lucy said, "Deeper, deeper!"

"You learn well, Tom said," and he fucked her even harder. As he did, he could feel the ceiling of her vagina with the tip of his penis. He was filling all of her insides with his penis. He slowed down, and stopped. "Can we try something kind of different?" asked Tom.

"Depends..?"

"Wheelbarrow?"

"Sure, why not?"

Tom picked her off the bed and laid her on the ground.

"Now this is where your arm strength comes into play. Can you hold yourself up while I pickup your legs?"

"I guess we'll see."

Tom lifted Lucy's legs and Lucy pushed herself up easily. 

"I am capable of a lot more than you think," said Lucy.

"I feel like plowing you so hard right now," whispered Tom. He started fucking Lucy and using her legs as leverage to fuck her even harder. He suddenly came in her, and it seeped out from the excessiveness. He then pulled out.

"Hope you didn't minddd..." said Tom.

"You can't over water me with your cum," replied Lucy.

"Well then you wouldn't mind even more water?"

"Let's just say I'm a little thirsty."

Lucy was laying on the floor dripping with cum, and Tom picked her up and pushed her onto her bed.

"I hope you know round number 2 won't be so easy."

"I wouldn't want anything less than a challenge" replied Lucy.

Tom turned Lucy over forcibly onto her stomach. He then lifted her from the stomach and placed her into doggy style. She got on all fours and he penetrated her with his vast penis. He started going in and out of her while he started twirling his fingers around her clit. Lucy started to moan. The moaning intensified as the rubbing became faster. Tom grasped her hard, throbbing clit between his two fingers.

"Keep on going, I'm going to cum".

"Not yet, you're not." Tom exclaimed.

Tom backed off and slowed his finger magic down. He then roughly flipped Lucy over and intensely inserted his fully erect penis in her. He thrusted his hips into her and wrapped his arms around her shoulder for more leverage. Tom increased his speed and he could feel Lucy's hands tightly grip his back. He was going so fast that she was gasping for breath.

"Don't cum yet!" said Lucy, "I want both of us to cum at the same time"

"Alright beautiful, anything you want," Tom replied.

"I want you to make me cum while fucking me from behind."

Lucy was rolled onto her stomach buy Tom and then Tom stuck his wet, bulging dick into her from behind. He then placed his hand underneath her and started rubbing her clitoris again as he was fucking her. Lucy started breathing hard and moaning. Tom's dick slid in and out of Lucy's vagina like a bar of soap would slide between your grip. He would pull all the way out, and without using his hands repentrate her. His dick was so stiff it felt like a slippery rock.

"This feels sooo good," Lucy muttered through her moans.

This turned Tom on hearing her making sounds, and he started fucking her harder and faster; he felt like he was going to rupture her insides but she wasn't complaining so he continued even harder. While doing this he kept on fingering Lucy's clit, and she was getting so close to coming. He backed off a little bit because he didn't want it to end. He wanted to make her even hornier and he wanted to continue fucking her. 

"Faster, Tom, don't slow down, faster!" muttered Lucy.

Tom decided to finish up instead. He fingered Lucy with much skill, twirling in circles and then pinching her clit between his middle finger and pointer finger and then rubbing up and down. She was so close to coming, and so was he. He quickly came all over her butt and back just as Lucy came too. Tom felt her vagina and there was even more wetness than before. 

"I could do this all day long," said Tom.

"I doubt you could make it that long," challenged Lucy.

Tom cleaned Lucy's back and they took a shower together. They massaged each other's scalps and washed each other's bodies, focusing on the dirtiest parts. They toweled off and got dressed.

"When you said go inside and cool off, this wasn't really what I had in mind," said Tom.

Lucy laughed and replied, "We may have to cool off the next time you come, too."

Lucy led Tom to the door and said goodbye.

"You'll have to teach me more of your tricks sometime soon"

"I have a feeling you're not talking about gardening," replied Tom.

"We'll see. See you later, Tom."

Tom grabbed his supplies and looked up at her room, where she had already returned. This time she waved, and he waved back.



The Gardener



 Warning - if you're looking for burning bitches, willing cuckolds, consensual swinging, wife-sharing or detailed sex scenes, you're wasting your time with this story. Like with my other stories. And sorry - I'm a German and writing in a foreign language might cause some grammar errors.




I love plants. Flowers, trees, bushes. All of them. I really enjoy working on them. Smelling them. Feeling their different textures. Taking care of them. I'm a gardener and it's the job of my dreams. It doesn't pay very well, but I enjoy it. I enjoy working outside. I enjoy the manual labor. I enjoy my life. And that's what's important, isn't it?

But I also have a problem. One that most men probably envy me for. Because they don't know how it is. I'm a hunk. I'm 6'7" and built like the proverbial masonry restroom. No fat, all muscles. Due to my job I'm always nicely tanned. I have a handsome face and a nice smile. In short - women are attracted to me like catnip. Now why am I complaining?

Because if I was a lawyer, a doctor or an architect, I'd have the perfect life. Women would want to win me over for keeps. I would be considered a good catch. I would find the one woman that's right for me and she would cherish and respect me. But I'm only a low-paid gardener. I have no status in society. I'm a nobody. Women regard me as some kind of male bimbo. Good for sex, but no keeper. But I'm a one-woman man. I'd like to fall in love. Take care of one woman. Cook for her. Pamper her. Protect her. Raise our kids together.

All I have is the opportunity to fuck twenty women per day. And none of them would want to introduce me to their friends or family. At least none of those that are capable of keeping an interesting conversation. Despite my job I'm not dumb and I'm not interested in a dumb woman either. But the self-confident and intelligent women seem to regard me as some kind of disposable sex toy.

Today, my co-worker Juan is at home. His wife is expecting their first child. I'm happy for him and I have no problems to substitute for him. So today I'm working in the garden of this enormous mansion. I've never been here before. But the modern and stylish house is not what fascinates me. What strikes me are the roses. They're old and just magnificent. But they need some care, Juan has neglected them a little, as it seems. He probably had his baby on his mind. Lucky bastard. It's a hot day and I'm working with a bare upper body. I enjoy to feel the slight breeze and the warmth of the sun on my back.

While I'm totally lost in pruning the roses near the terrace, I hear a female voice behind me. A self-confident, assertive voice.

"...I don't give a fuck. I will give him four mill for it. He can take it or leave it. I also have Clarkson's offer... No way... Just tell him, okay?... Okay, bye."

I continue with the roses. I haven't even looked at her. She sounds a little bitchy, but that's not my problem. Some unlucky guy can put up with her. I have the gut feeling that this time it might be better to avoid any customer contact.

"Hey, gardener."

Okay, now I have to look at her. It would be rude to ignore her. 

"Good morning," I reply. She's quite pretty. Not stunningly beautiful. But certainly very pretty. Very stylish, of course. That was to be expected in such a house.

"I haven't seen you before."

"Yes, I'm a substitute for Juan. His wife is expecting a baby."

"How touching." It's meant in a sarcastic way, but she smiles while she says it. "I definitely prefer you. You're eye candy. What's your name?"

"I'm Mark. And you're..."

She seems to be surprised about my boldness. But hey, I'm not her slave or something. If she wants my first name, why shouldn't I get her's?

"I'm Laura." She smiles now. Wow, she looks fascinating when she smiles. And, to my surprise, she even offers me her hand. Although mine are a little dirty. I take it and have to smile, too. Her hand feels tiny and fragile in mine. "You'd like to have a drink?" She alternates between staring at my face and my body all the time. I wish I had decided against dropping my shirt earlier. I feel like a brainless sex object again. I suppose this is how busty women feel when guys constantly stare at their tits. But maybe I'm getting over-sensitive in that matter. I should try to be more relaxed about it. It's just a compliment, isn't it? She has done nothing disrespecting so far.

"Yeah, sure. It's a hot day. Maybe a diet Coke?"

"Sure." She smiles and looks just marvelous. She looks towards the house, obviously unsure if she should call someone to serve the beverages or go herself. She decides to bring them personally and earns some points in my internal ranking this way.

Just as she hands me a nice and cold Coke with ice, a man storms onto the terrace, coming from inside the house. His face is distorted into a mask of hatred. Shit. I don't want to be involved in some domestic struggle.

"Four million? You bitch. I'll kill you." And - to my surprise - he doesn't seem to mean that in a metaphorical sense. He's actually wielding a knife. Everything happens very quickly now. He strikes out to stab her into the belly while I jump between them and catch his arm with my left hand. While doing it, he cuts my left arm slightly and obviously unintentionally. But, of course, I don't feel the pain now. I merely realize that it's happening. I immediately hit him in the face with my right arm. This catches him by surprise. I use my advantage by kneeing him into the nuts. He goes down immediately. I pin him onto the ground and call Laura. She's nowhere to be seen. Shit.

Well, it turns out that the guy's name is Andrew Martin and that he's got some damn good lawyers. He's running around as a free man while I'm rotting in my small prison cell, being charged with assault. He claims that I have attacked him with a knife. This Laura woman has disappeared without a trace and nobody can find her. Or at least nobody wants to tell me where she is. So I have to sit in this cell, being worried about my future. It could have been a nice day, smelling roses and enjoying life. But no - being idiotic - I had to mess with rich customers. Who immediately dropped their pawn after using him.

After three endless and miserable days my boss makes his contribution to the situation by telling me that I'm fired. Just great. Just fucking great. My lawyer tells me that I might get three to five years. It keeps getting better. At least I won't have to worry about my job any more in this case.

After six days my lawyer tells me that she has re-appeared and has testified in my favor. I'm being almost immediately released. It seems she has gone to Paris for some shopping. Just lovely. I hope the selfish bitch has enjoyed her time in Paris. I should have kept away from the female customers, like I usually do. These rich brats are no good for me.

Just as I'm leaving the prison door, a man in an expensive suit follows me.

"Mr. Philips?"

"Yes?"

"I'm Todd Browning, Ms. Stern's attorney."

"Okay."

"Ms. Stern wants to apologize. She has not taken into account that you might have been persecuted for what has happened. She wants to thank you sincerely. And she wants to express her gratitude with this."

He tries to hand me a cheque. I don't take it or even look at the sum.

"So how much is her life worth? She wants to further insult me? Let me sum this up. Even though I didn't know her, I've saved her life by endangering mine. She disappears without a thought about me and lets me rot in jail for six days, being terrified about my future. I lose my job because of this. And now she doesn't even have the decency to thank me personally? She sends her attorney to hand me some money? Sorry, I can't stand that much style."

I turn around and leave the stunned guy standing there.

Half an hour later, my boss calls.

"Mark, this firing thing was a misunderstanding. I hope you're not mad. You saved this lady's life, were wrongly accused and to top it off, I fire you. Sorry, man. You'll get a big raise, of course. And take a paid week off. You deserve it."

"Okay." I'm too weak to make some witty comment or resign. And I like my job anyway.

Two days later, I find an envelope on my doorstep. I'm invited to the Stern's residence for a formal dinner. Fuck you. Why should I bother to show up there in a suit? To play to her rules on her turf? Why should I dress up for her apology? No, I'm not that interested in meeting her.

On the next day my phone rings. I don't recognize the number.

"This is Mark."

"Hi, Laura here."

"Laura? Ah, yes. The lady that let me rot in hell for saving her life. I remember."

"Mark, I'm terribly sorry for that."

"Yeah, you're so sorry that you even let your attorney contact me with some money. Sorry, I can't compete with that much class."

"Mark, I know that I've been a selfish asshole. Please accept my invitation, though. I'd be really glad."

"So you think I'm interested in a formal dinner at your mansion? That doesn't sound like fun."

"She wrote formal dinner? Ah, my assistant got that wrong, I think."

"You have too many people around you messing things up, it seems."

"Maybe, yes. Hey, Mark. Just come over and have a nice time here. Come as you are. There will be no one else around. It will be a relaxed time for the two of us. I'll explain some things and apologize."

"Okay, but you don't dress up either, okay?"

"Okay, deal." She chuckles a little.

Well, maybe she's not THAT bad. We'll see...

So I'm standing at the front door of this huge house, feeling like a boy on his first date. I've even brought flowers. Although I feel a little silly about that. Hey, she's the one to apologize.

I expect the door to be opened by some kind of housemaid or butler. But it's Laura, dressed in a casual sweater. Boy, can she wear such stuff. Very nice.

"Laura, you look really hot in that sweater."

"Seriously? I haven't worn something like that for ages. Hi Mark, by the way. Please come in. My life saver. Wow, thanks for the flowers."

"Hi Laura." To my surprise, she hugs me and kisses me on the cheek. I have to bend down to allow for it. Afterward she leads me into an enormous living room with an equally enormous fireplace.

I try to choose a suitable seat. It's not that there are not enough available. There are just too many. This is absurd. Who needs six large sofas and three armchairs in a room the size of a small railway station?

I choose a sofa near the fireplace and she drops directly besides me, placing her delicate hand on my leg. I'm a little surprised. And I'm beginning to suspect that this is not just a simple thank-you invitation. Maybe it's a would-you-like-to-have-sex one. Well, let's see. Maybe that wouldn't be too bad. She's certainly very pretty. But I'm drawn towards her more than her looks alone could justify. I've beet hit on by many attractive women for all my adult life. Usually I'm not that interested any more. But this one has a certain appeal. And it's not about her money. I don't care about that.

"Mark, I really have to apologize. I was in panic. I was so afraid that he'd try again to kill me. He was so mad. Totally out of control. Suddenly my death was a possible outcome of this whole situation. And in Paris I felt safe. I spent some nice days there and was able to recover and calm down. While I let you rot in hell. I'm so ashamed of it. How can I ever make that up to you?" She sounds genuinely contrite, I have to give her that.

"Who is this guy and where is he now? Nobody wants to tell me. But this concerns my safety as much as yours."

"He's a former business partner. He's bankrupt now."

"Have you done this?"

"No. But he asked me to purchase the remainders of his business. And he had totally unrealistic ideas about the price. I think I did him a favor. But he didn't really appreciate it."

"Okay. Where is he now?"

"In jail. I think he won't be a problem in the future."

"Good."

"Mark. You saved my life. I know that I will always be in your debt because of it. And I kinda like this idea." She smiles wickedly now.

"So do I." And on a sudden impulse I just grab her and kiss her deeply on the mouth. Our tongues fight and we both know where this is heading.

"Yes!" she exclaims happily after we break the kiss. "I've hoped for it but I thought that I don't have a chance."

"A chance?"

"To get you."

I have to laugh. "Oh, you do. Come on, let's make sure you fully get your chance."

She laughs happily while she leads me to a bedroom. One of many, it seems. I need to ask her for a map in case I need to find a place to pee. Of course, it turns out that her bedroom has a separate bathroom. Which seems to be bigger than my whole apartment.

We lie in the enormous bed after an extended and very satisfying session of sex and I contemplate why everything in here has to be so big. Even for my body size it seems preposterous. What certainly isn't big is Laura. Her whole body looks very delicate, but absolutely appealing. And it doesn't stop her from being a very energetic and skillful lover. We have enjoyed each other's bodies a lot. And we seem to be a perfect match in bed. Changing from tender love-making and kissing to vigorous sex again and again. I think we're both very satisfied. I decide that I could get used to this woman.

Suddenly a guy storms into the bedroom. He's looking like some nondescript banker/accountant type. I stay relaxed in bed. I've been in this kind of situation before. This is not my fight. This time, Laura will have to bear responsibility for the way she treats the men surrounding her. I won't step in for her again.

"Who the fuck is this?" he yells.

"I'm Mark," I answer, smiling friendly.

"He's the gardener." Now, that hurt. My relaxed mood vanishes immediately. Not "my lover". Not "Mark". Just "the gardener". As if my job explains everything that anyone might need to know about me.

"You fuck the gardener? You've got to be kidding. That's low, even for you."

"Low? Why is it lower to fuck a gardener than a brain surgeon?" I ask, but they apparently choose to ignore my exceedingly witty comment.

"Brian, we've never been exclusive. And you've fucked that slut in Houston. So what are you complaining about?"

"So, I'm the male counterpart for some Houston slut? Just a toy? A distraction from Brian? I'm just the gardener? As if that explains everything that I am." I'm a little peeved. I get up and start to dress. Brian chooses to attack me right at the moment I'm getting into my trousers. But he's weak. Even as immobile as I currently am, I easily send him to the floor with a light punch.

"You guys are weirdos, sorry. You, Laura, let me rot in jail for saving you. And you, Brian, attack me for no apparent reason. And you both seem to have a questionable opinion about gardeners." Even Laura laughs at that last comment.

Weird, these rich guys...

Ten minutes later, my phone rings.

"This is Mark."

"Mark, Laura here. Mark, please come back. I'm terribly sorry. I didn't mean to belittle you. I was just surprised by Brian storming in. I had forgotten that he still had a key. It was just the first thing that came into my mind. I don't want to lose you."

"What?"

"Mark, I think I love you. Please come back." Oh my.

"Okay."

She awaits me at the front door and leads me into the house.

"Mark, sorry again. I didn't mean to insult you. A gardener is a wonderful profession. My comment was thoughtless. You're mainly my lover. Not my gardener."

"I am?"

"You're what?"

"I'm your lover?"

"Well, if you'd like to have the position, it would be a no-brainer for me. You're by far the most beautiful man I've ever seen. And I already know that I love you. Not only because of your looks. Or because you saved my life. I'm fascinated. I can't turn my eyes away. I'm not sure if I can live without you."

"Wow. What a compliment. I'm equally fascinated by you. But Laura, I have to tell you something about me... I'm a gardener."

I manage to keep a serious expression and Laura starts laugh.

"No, seriously. I know that I'm attractive for some women. But most women also hold me in contempt for my job, my social status or my education. So I'm being seen as some kind of sex toy by many. The dumb, handsome guy to have fun with."

"Not with me. You'll be my equal partner if you want to. Or my lover. Whatever you want."

"Wow. That's quite... well... quick, isn't it?"

"Yes. Take your time to make up your mind. I already have. That's how I am. I'll be exclusive for you. You can spend as much time here as you want. Here is a key. Just stay whenever you want. No commitment from your side."

"Uh, wow. Thanks. Ready for a second round?"

"Yeees!" She smiles widely. Sweet. Do I love her? I don't know. Time will tell. And I'm going to take my time for sure. I like her a lot. But we're socially absolutely not compatible. And I've learned the consequences of that in the past. The hard way.

For a few weeks we lead a loose relationship. I enjoy the luxury of her house. She has a cook/housekeeper named Juanita. She cooks for me whatever I want, whenever I want. I appreciate it and I'm quite cordial with her. I enjoy the pool, the whirl, the gym. And most of all - I enjoy Laura. Her limitless enthusiasm when it comes to me. She's genuinely thankful for every minute I spend with her. For every look. For every word. It's sweet. She almost seems to worship me somehow.

Over the weeks our relationship changes. My feelings for her deepen while she manages to tone down her awestruck behavior a little. She still adores my body, but by and by our relationship gets on a more even keel. It feels good. And I really start to fall in love with her. She's charming, witty, intelligent. And so very pretty. I enjoy spending time with her. And I tell her that I'm exclusive for her, too. We decide to have ourselves tested for STD and to have bareback sex afterward. It's great and a new experience for me. I've never had sex without condoms before.

I'm rarely spending time in my apartment by now. Only when Laura is out of town on some business trip and I don't want to stay in her huge, empty house. Laura has been in my apartment only once. And as she's had a laughing fit when she saw it, I never took her there again. That hurt a little and she apologized profusely afterward.

"Laura, how do you see us? Are we a couple?"

"Well, of course. At least I hope so. Why?"

"Then why do I know none of your friends? And why don't you accompany me to mine? Are you ashamed of me?"

"N... no, Mark." She seems uncertain. Which unsettles me a little.

"Really?"

"I haven't thought about it, to be honest. Well, we'll change that immediately. Tomorrow I'll be at Pete's party. Come with me and you'll see all of my boring accountant friends. But don't be mad at me if you fall asleep. I've warned you."

"Fair enough." I laugh and I feel happy. Although I'm not looking forward to this party, I know that we need to do such stuff to become a real couple. We need to share every aspect of our lives. Hell, I don't even know her family. Or what she exactly earns her money with. But that will have to wait. First, the party...

She was right, the party is a little boring. I'm feeling quite uncomfortable in my sports jacket. But she women can't keep their eyes off me, so I assume that I don't look as ridiculous as I feel.

Her male friends are a weird bunch. Most of the time they are stiff like broomsticks. And from time to time they behave completely crazy and childish. They act like immature boys in some British boarding school. Most of them never seem to be relaxed of truly happy. They seem to be awfully constrained by conventions most of the time. I don't envy them.

I and some decent guy named Toby watch someone setting up an immature prank on one of his buddies. It includes a bucket of water and seems to be completely out of place on such an occasion. But he trips while he sets it up and it backfires on him. We both laugh.




The Gardener



"Wow, talk about instant Karma," I say.

"You believe in that?"

"Karma?"

"Karma, Destiny. Whatever."

"No, not really. I don't believe in determinism. Neither the scientific version nor the religious."

"Well, the scientific one is officially obsolete anyway, is it?"

"You could say that Heisenberg saw to that. But is anything really officially obsolete in physics these days?"

"Right. So, you're an atheist, Mark?"

"No, I'm a flaming agnostic. Unfortunately."

"Unfortunately?"

"Yes, I envy people that strongly believe in something. It makes things so much easier. It removes the doubt. The fear. The need to think on your own."

"Yeah, the strong believers are the happy people. The atheists are the really unhappy ones, I think."

Wow, I'm having this kind of talk with a complete stranger? But somehow we immediately get along quite well.

"Right. Those are the really hapless fellows. I assume you're one of them?"

"Yes, unfortunately." We both laugh.

Laura is clinging to me during the conversation, being obviously proud of my looks. And maybe a little surprised about my thoughts. Several other women are surrounding us, circling me like vultures. I'm used to it, but I can't really enjoy it. It usually leads to trouble. A slightly drunk guy approaches us, obviously wanting to be helpful in confirming this apprehension.

"Becky, you're drooling over this guy for the whole evening now. I'm sick of it." He's not really discreet about his accusations. I don't even know who this Becky might be.

"Andy, please don't make a scene. We're just talking." Ah, it's her. Talking? I haven't exchanged a single word with her. But she has been watching me all the time, so he's not completely off the mark with his accusation.

"Yeah, sure. You're staring at him like he's god's gift to women, you slut." Wow, these guys sure can be rude. "Hey, boy toy! What kind of sex toy are you? A stripper? A call boy?" he shouts.

"You're drunk. Learn to control you drinking. We can talk about whatever topic strikes your fancy when you're sober."

"You asshole." He approaches me further and looks at me, threatening. Alcohol obviously makes him bold. And stupid - he's maybe 5'10". I could sweep the floor with him. And the ceiling, if necessary.

"I suggest you calm down and stop insulting people."

"You can suggest whatever you want. Seriously boy, what's your profession?"

I can see no reason to be ashamed of it. And I certainly don't want to be seen as a male prostitute. "I'm a gardener."

"Laura has brought her gardener along! How pathetic." Several people, mostly men, immediately start to laugh. Toby doesn't. And I realize that Laura leaves my side. She's obviously embarrassed. That hurts. I don't care about the jealous boys. But about Laura not standing by me in public.

"You're a good guy, Mark. Don't let these assholes bring you down. I can't believe how shallow my friends are."

"Right, Toby. But somehow the party mood is spoiled for me."

"Sure. But let's stay in touch, okay? I prefer your company to this bunch for sure."

"Sure thing, man." We exchange phone numbers.

I look around and see Laura standing at the buffet, intently studying the offered food. I approach her, still a little miffed by her reaction on her friend's joke at my expense.

"Ah, Laura, here you are."

She continues to examine the salad, choosing not to answer.

"Okay, that's all I need to know, I think. Sorry for embarrassing you."

She finally looks at me, but seems to be unable to say something. She nervously looks around at her friends. Most of them are still smirking at me. Everybody seems to be happy that this annoying eye-catching guy has been humiliated.

It's okay. I don't belong here, anyway. And she's way out of my league. Too rich, too educated. Maybe I've been aiming way too high. I accept it and leave the party, but I still feel a little sad. Quite sad, actually. I don't care about these people. Or the humiliation. I'm proud to be a gardener. But I'm hurt by Laura's reaction. That has told me that we can never be a couple.

While I leave, I think about what has happened today. In the beginning, Laura has been proud to show me off. But only because of my looks, not my personality. But that's okay. Then the women started to drool over me. All the time probably resenting me secretly, because I was there with Laura. And the guys resented me for sure because their spouses were admiring my body. So most of them probably disliked me in some way from the beginning. And Laura probably was afraid that I'd embarrass her somehow. The whole situation has been a ticking time bomb. I've done nothing wrong, though. I can't help that I somehow stand out of the crowd. Then the drunk guy has detonated the bomb. That's what usually happens. He couldn't attack me physically, so he used his status. And Laura was too insecure to stand by my side. So I have to assume that she'll never be able to respect me. She'll only love my body and tolerate the rest. I assume she will come back to me and apologize. She will want to continue to use me sexually. But we will never have a real relationship.

So, what do I want? She's certainly pretty. I mean, I can have even more beautiful women. But she somehow fascinates me. And I'm not dating other women anyway right now. So, okay. Why not? I'll continue to fuck her until I want to be exclusively with another woman.

Sure enough, my doorbell rings on the next evening. I open the door and Laura stands there, dressed in a very sexy way. It's only the second time that she's in my humble apartment.

"Hi Laura, please come in."

"Thank you."

For her, these are certainly unfamiliar surroundings. Hell, I doubt, she's ever lived in such a small accommodation at all. But although I've expected her visit, I didn't have to clean it for the occasion. It's always spanking clean, anyway.

"Nice place."

I have to laugh. "Yeah, sure. You wouldn't want to park your car in here normally."

She smiles. "You think I'm that bad?"

"You're rich. That spoils people. It's not your fault. And it doesn't matter. I'm relaxed about it."

"Thanks. You're right. I'm rich, I'm spoiled. And I'm insecure."

"I know."

"Mark, I'm sorry. For my friends. And for my reaction. I totally left you on your own there. That was horrible."

"Don't worry. I can handle it. We'll avoid these kinds of situations."

"Really?"

"Yes, come to my bedroom now. You can make it up there."

She looks warily. "That easy? I haven't expected that. I've disrespected you big time. And you just forgive me?"

"Let's talk about it after I've fucked you, okay?"

She smiles widely now. "Oh, yeah, I'd love that." And she jumps into my arms. I easily carry her to my bed.

The sex is very good. It usually is with her. And with most of the other women I've been with. I think the reason is that I put in some effort to make it worthwhile for both me and my respective partner. I eat the women out, I caress and massage them, I cuddle, I kiss them a lot, but I'm also assertive and firm when it comes to the actual fucking. And I take what I want, although in a respectful way. Women usually enjoy sex with me and so does Laura. And I enjoy to bring women to orgasms. It heightens my own pleasure.

So after our long sex session, we're both exhausted and happy.

"Thank you, Mark. You're the best."

"Thanks."

"Mark, my cousin Toby has read me the riot act. But it wouldn't have been necessary. I'm so ashamed of how I've treated you."

"It doesn't matter, Laura. I've been in this situation before. I'm used to it. And usually I break off every connection to the respective woman." She gasps. "But I've decided that I want to keep seeing you. If you want to."

"Oh, I'd love to, Mark." She seems overjoyed.

"So do you want to go to such parties with me in the future? Maybe with business associates?"

"Ah, Mark..."

"Yeah, neither do I."

"But how do we do it?"

"I'll be whatever you want. Your secret fucktoy, probably."

"Mark..." Her eyes start to water.

"We'll just do it like this day by day. I'll be exclusive for you. And I'll let you know when I've found someone I want to spend my life with. I'll be honest and upfront with it. And I ask you to be the same."

She's crying now. "You don't see a long-term future for us?"

"Do you? You will eventually marry someone with money, with education, with connections, from a wealthy family. Who doesn't embarrass you in public. You will breed like you're expected to. And I'll eventually find a good woman I can start a family with. Who is content to marry Mark the gardener. And to live in such a shabby apartment."

"I won't give up that easily, Mark. You're far more important to me than all of those losers combined. We're going to go to other social events. There will be more confrontations. And I won't leave your side, then. I will fight for you. And I will fight with you."

"Okay, let's see." I'm pleasantly surprised about this. But not totally convinced that she has it in her.

Okay, here I am. Another party. A sports jacket again, although a different one. Tailored for me, again. The tailor had gasped at my measurements, supervised by a proudly smiling Laura.

And Laura was right, there will be more confrontations. This Andy approaches me again. It was to be expected, his woman Becky has been unable to keep her eyes off me again. Why is that my fault?

"Ah, Laura. You've brought your male bimbo again?"

"Andy, you moron, you're just envious. He's smart, he's sensuous, he's a fantastic lover. And you don't even get close to him body-wise. You're like a little boy next to him. He just loves plants and he has the job of his dreams. He thinks we are fools. To shift numbers around all day long. Hating what we do. Just to gain some virtual numbers on some accounts. So think twice if you want to ridicule him. Maybe he's the only one here that isn't an idiot. You surely are one."

Everyone is silent. Only Toby is clapping. It is surreal. But I'm proud of Laura. She has really nailed it.

The rest of the party is quite relaxed for me. Several people talk to me and apologize. Including Andy, which really surprises me. Maybe he isn't so bad, after all.

On our way home, I'm still in a good mood. I see some hope for a long-term relationship.

"Laura, I'm very proud of what you did. But do you really want to fight these battles all the time?"

"Yes. I don't want to keep you as some secret sex toy. You're my man. And I want to convince you that you are. So I have to stand by your side in public. As often as possible. Until you believe me. I'm actually looking forward to this."

"Laura, that's insane. You're going to tire of it. Your job reputation will suffer from it. Maybe we should just keep our social lives a little more separated."

"Sorry, but I'm proud of you. And I want to show you off. It makes me happy. And it makes me happy to fight for my man in public. I don't give a shit about the business. I'm rich anyway. I don't need it."

We just look at each other, both smiling. Our future looks promising again.

Juanita has just finished to serve us breakfast and has vanished to take care of the laundry. Shit, I'm really becoming a lazy bum here. But it's really nice to be pampered all around. Laura takes care of my nightly needs, Juanita of the daily ones. The months I've spent in this world of luxury have been quite enjoyable. Like a dream, actually.

Laura watches me closely and with a mischievous smile. She's up to something. She gets up and walks around the kitchen table towards me. I gasp as she suddenly drops onto her knee in front of me.

She looks into my eyes as she says "Mark, would you honor me by marrying me? Please be my husband."

I'm stunned. Laura has just proposed me. Shouldn't it be the other way around? Well, yes. I'd really love to marry her.

"Yes. Thank you, Laura."

She jumps up and hugs me forcefully. "Oh, Mark. Thank you. You won't regret it." She even sobs a little. What a weird turn my life has taken since the confrontation on the terrace. But it's good. Very good. I'm happy.

"You're sure that this is really necessary?"

"Mark, you're going to be my husband. They are going to be yours. Of course, you have to meet them."

"They will hate me. All parents want their little daughter to marry a wealthy prince."

"You are my prince. Don't worry. They'll love you."

I have some serious doubts about that but I keep my mouth closed.

"You're kidding, Laura? You want to marry your gardener?" Grace practically shouts. Harry stares out of the living room window, seemingly ignoring all of this. Okay, this is really going well, isn't it?

"Calm down, mom. He's the love of my life. What does his his job have to do with it?"

"Everything. You will surely find someone you love that amounts to something. Someone with education, style, money, connections."

"Isn't my happiness the most important factor for you?"

"Of course, my dear."

"Because you seem to be a little selfish here. I love this man. And you try to convince me to leave him because he's got the wrong job?"

Good point. This is Laura's battle and I mostly remain silent.

"No, of course not. But look at him. He's barely abler to utter a few words."

What? That's enough.

"Mrs. Stern, I beg to differ. You're arrogant enough to judge me without knowing me at all. You try to spoil the future of your only child. What do you want? To select her husband yourself maybe? Based on his job skills? Someone more appropriate for you to brag about to your friends? Regardless of your daughter's happiness? I've remained mostly silent because I respect you and Laura enough to retain myself in such a critical situation. But I have my limits. I'm not going to stand being described as some kind of cave-man by somebody that barely knows me."

She looks shocked. I've talked. Complete sentences. I've called her arrogant. Laura smiles. And even Harry seems positively surprised.

"Mark, I have to apologize on behalf of my wife. You're right, we know nothing about you. And it has been arrogant to judge you so early. Don't hold it against us, please. We're just concerned parents."

"Apology accepted, Mr. Stern. No offense."

"None taken. But Mark, you can imagine the situation we're in. Laura is rich. You're not. Parents will always assume ulterior motives behind such a constellation. I'm sorry, but we can't help it. But it's easy to wipe away such thoughts. You'll certainly not object to sign a prenup, will you?"

"Oh, getting right to business, are you? I'm not interested in her money. I've led a happy life without it." 

"Great. We're relieved."

"But why should I sign anything? That's insulting. She has asked me to marry her. Why do I have to find reasons to convince her? It was her idea. Signing a prenup would be like promising that I'm no gold-digger. The implications are insulting."

"Well, you're certainly not talking like a gardener."

"Mark." Laura says. "Maybe a prenup wouldn't be such a bad idea. It would change nothing between us. And it would remove everyone's doubt about your motives."

"You have doubts about them?"

"No, no. Not me. But several other people."

Well, what can I say? There aren't many reasons to reject a prenup.

"Okay, if it makes you happy."

"Oh, thank you."

"Can we go now?"

"What?" Everybody is gasping.

"Well, it's obvious that your parents dislike me. I'm an uneducated gold-digger. And they have obviously convinced you that I am. We don't have to keep up the facade of sympathy here. They have made clear that they dont'like me. And I've just dropped a notch in your opinion too."

"You haven't."

"Sure. Before we came here, a prenup was no issue. Now it is. I don't care about it. But I do care about the fact that you want one."

I turn around and leave the house. A shocked Laura follows me closely, muttering nonsense.

A few tentative days later, Laura dares to show me the prenup her father has written.

It's a joke, obviously. It's been worded as complicated as possible to disguise the fact that it's a cut-throat contract. They obviously assume that I'm too simple to understand any of this. I haven't expected any less from her parents. But that Laura presents me such a thing is disappointing.

The contract will leave me penniless if we split up. For whatever reason. I won't even get the savings I already have.

"Laura, I dont'really understand this. Do you think this is a fair contract?" Well, let's see...

"No, it isn't. I'm sorry. It's totally one-sided."

"I agree. Why do you even present me such a thing? You want to marry me. We should be a team. We should trust each other. This contract is one big deception."

"Yes, sorry. But I won't ever leave you, anyway."

"Why do you need a prenup at all, then?"

She just looks ashamed now.

"I will have it changed."

"Let's see." This whole marriage thing doesn't seem as appealing to me any more.

The second draft is slightly more balanced. I'll keep my fifty-two thousand in savings in any case. Well, why not? I want to get rid of this damn prenup issue. It spoils the whole marriage. So I just sign it.

The marriage itself is a surprisingly mundane and small event. Of course, her family is not present. Only Toby and a few of our friends. 

It disappoints me that she insists on keeping her last name. She says it's necessary for her business. I don't care any more. This is no marriage anyway. This is as temporary as it can be. I'll enjoy my time with her as long as it lasts. And I need to make sure that I can keep some independence.

"Mark, why do you keep the gardens of all these people? I'd like to watch you doing it in our own garden. And it's not appropriate that you work for other people at all. It's embarrassing."

"Well, Laura, somebody has insisted on a prenup. So I need to work to have some income."

"Ouch. You're right. What if I hired you exclusively?"

"Oh, that would be degrading. You would pay your husband to keep your garden?"

"Shit. That damn prenup. So what if you get a fixed amount of money every month for your needs? You could keep our garden as your hobby. But only if you want. Otherwise, someone else would do it."

"So I'd get a sort of allowance? Like a kid?"

"Mark, don't torture me. I know that our situation is difficult. I'm just trying to find a solution that keeps you from working in the gardens of people we know and keeps your dignity."

"Okay, let's do it this way. I'll take care of your garden." I deliberately say 'your' instead of 'our'.

"Great."

So I quit my job and I'm not feeling good about it. I've just lost some of my independence. I have already quit my apartment. I'm completely at her mercy now. I'd have no disadvantage because of the prenup, she's promised... sure. Now I'm living off an allowance.

But I insist to keep my old pickup because it's practical for gardening. And because I love this car.

About a year into our marriage, everything is just perfect. We're young, we love each other, we have no financial worries. Laura is very careful not to let the financial imbalance between us become a problem. She tries not to make me feel belittled because she pays for everything. Nonetheless, she keeps our finances completely separated and I have to solely live on my allowance. I like the gardening work and I'm very busy keeping the large premises in top notch.

Our problems arise only when we have to attend social events. Things still tend to be a little awkward then.

This time, a company BBQ is due. She thinks it's very important to bond her employees this way. Everyone and their spouses will be there. The problem is that some of them can't accept me as her husband. Especially Tim Mathers and Walter Penn had hopes to snatch Laura away for themselves. These hopes were shattered by my appearance and our marriage. She would have been the perfect catch for both of them. Physically, they are both unremarkable. But they are not unimportant for Laura's company. So she doesn't want to alienate them.




The Gardener



As I like doing this, I quickly man the grill. I'm having fun, some of her co-workers are really nice people. It's a hot day and the grill further adds to the heat. So I lose my shirt and wear just my shorts. I know that many of the women present gawk at my sweating body. But I'm not flirting too much and I think I behave just impeccably. Laura even winks a little in my direction.

Laura: Oh my god, he's showing off again. I mean, he's really eye-candy. But he should be my personal eye-candy only. All of these bitches want him. It looks like I'm the weak one in our relationship this way. Everyone wants prince charming, while I'm just plain and boring. Well, you bastard, two can play this game.

Shit, she's talking with Walter again. I think they stand awfully close to each other. They look like they are just fooling around. But I and surely everybody else notice the sexual innuendos. Little touches all the time.

Ah, and to make things worse, Tim approaches me.

"Hey, cook. Three steaks and some salad." This would have been an inappropriate behavior even for an order in a restaurant. Here it is just plain insulting. He tries to be an asshole and to annoy me. I will brush it off by being nice.

"Hi Tim. I'm just manning the grill. I can make three steaks, you will have to look for plates and salad yourself."

"I'll get something to drink. You surely will manage to have it ready when I return."

Sure thing, you asshole. Won't happen...

I look in Laura's direction again and to my amazement, Walter kisses her briefly on the cheek. She has her arm around his shoulder. Shit, that's not okay.

"Hey, where are my steaks?" Tim has appeared again. I ignore him. Laura now places a peck on Walters mouth. That's definitely too much. I leave Tim standing at the grill and march towards Laura. Walter fondles her just beneath her breast. She looks at me surprised. As if she has completely forgotten my presence.

"Laura, could I have a quick word with you, please?"

"Ah, sure, Mark. Go ahead."

"Alone, please."

"Oh. Walter, would you excuse us, please?"

Reluctantly, he removes his arm from her shoulder.

"No, Laura, let's just go inside, okay?"

"Sure."

Laura: Oh, shit. That has gone too far. He's right to be furious. And I'm thankful that he's calm enough to go into the house before reading me the riot act. Such a good man.

"Mark, before you even start - I'm sorry. I've misbehaved."

"Oh, wow." I'm surprised. Very nice. "Thank you, Laura. I'm glad that we don't have to fight about this."

"No, we don't. I'll keep them on a distance from now on."

Great. I'm lucky. She's a good wife. I kiss her.

It's a lazy Saturday afternoon and we're hanging around by the pool. I'm handing her a cocktail that I've just mixed for us.

"Thanks, honey. You're the best husband I currently have."

I have to smile. Such a nice mood. Maybe I should bring it up now.

"Ah, Laura, what do you think about kids?"

"I like them. Why are you asking?"

"I mean, our own kids."

"Uh, Mark. I don't know. I think I'm just not the motherly type. And right now, my company is quite important for me. No, Mark. I want to pursue my business further. We're still young, we have plenty of time."

"Laura, I'll take care of them. I'll sire them. I'll feed them. I'll change their diapers. I'll raise them. I'll teach them. I love kids. You just have to pop them out. That's the one thing I can't do."

"No way. I'm not going to run around like a balloon. No, Mark. Sorry."

Shit. That's going to be a major problem. She didn't even say "not now". She just said "no way".

About half a year after the summer BBQ, the company Christmas party is due. I have helped organizing it. Which was the first time Laura has let me do anything vaguely related to her company.

I think I've organized a nice buffet, a very good DJ and a great location. Everybody seems to be happy. Some might be even too happy. Laura is dancing all the time while I have to handle the staff, check the buffet and generally keep everything running.

Laura dancing is not the big problem. But Laura repeatedly dancing with Tim and Walter is. And Laura dancing the slow numbers with them definitely is. I don't trust those two guys further than I can toss the Golden Gate bridge.

This time I decide to wait how things will progress. At the BBQ I had intervened very early. Maybe I'll wait a little longer tonight. I can't watch Laura permanently. I need to know if I can trust her. Tim gets especially bold and kisses her quickly on the mouth. His hand is resting at the top of her ass. This is just a little inappropriate. Let's wait.

Walter cuts in and he's even bolder. He places his hand directly on her ass and kisses her mouth a little longer. He looks around to check where I am, but I'm not quite visible from the dance floor. Laura doesn't seem to object any of this. That hurts. They work together every day. What happens at the office? They seem to be awfully familiar with each other. Has she already cheated?

Another slow number. Have they instructed the DJ to skip the fast ones completely? It's Tim's turn again. He starts to fondle her breast openly. Everybody is looking. They exchange deep kisses by now.

I'm getting tired of this. I approach them. I slap him rudely on the cheek. He's a little shocked and stumbles backwards.

"Laura, what are you doing here?"

"I'm having fun. You have no right to behave this way. Accept it or take your lousy fifty-two grand and don't let the door hit your ass." She's quite loud with this. She wants everybody to hear it. I'm not sure how wasted she currently is.

Tim and Walter smirk. But Tim still holds his cheek, which pleases me. I just turn around, leave the party and drive home.

Laura: Shit, what have I done? What I've done with Tim and Walter was inappropriate, no doubt. He was absolutely right to stop it. But all of my people are watching. I couldn't let him reprimand me in public. Shit, why have I let these two losers fondle me at all? I'll just wait a little to avoid looking like I'm following him. And then I'll make it up to him. Shit. I'm such a bitch. Why do I always have to misbehave when Mark is concerned?

She arrives shortly after me. I'm sitting in the living room and I'm still fuming.

"Mark, baby, I'm sorry. I've behaved terribly. Can you forgive me?"

"Laura, the damage is done. You demeaned me in front of Tim and Walter. You were flirting with them in a very familiar way. I have the impression that you've done that before with them. I'm not sure if I still can trust you. And you've publicly threatened me with divorce if I object your misbehavior. How do I look now? I'm the wimp of the century."

"Baby, sorry. Really, really sorry."

"Yeah, sure. Whatever."

I'm a little angry at her for several weeks and refuse her attempts to have sex. That's what we've become. The typical couple. The financially stronger one misbehaves and the weaker one retaliates by denying sex. Only that usually the male/female roles are reversed. Shit, I've become a weak puppy, clinging to her leg. I'm living on an allowance. What has become of the proud man I've been? Maybe I should start to look for a job again. Someone else can keep our own gardens. Maybe I need to re-gain some of my independence.

A few weeks later things have mostly returned to normal.

"Mark, we need to talk." I'm just back from running my 10K and I'm in a relaxed mood.

"Okay, what's up?"

"Mark, we're going to have a three week business trip. I have already packed. We're going to stay in Aspen. This is a corporate event. Bonding with co-workers and customers by spending some time together. Skiing, having some business talks, just relaxing meanwhile. You get the idea."

"Wow, great. I love to ski. It will be nice to spend some time with you again. I feel that we've been drifting apart a little, recently."

"Uh, Mark, I think you got this wrong. This is a pure business event. Spouses are not invited."

"What? But I could stay at the same hotel, could I?"

"No, that would be foolish. We all stay there without our spouses to be able to concentrate on our business."

"While you're skiing?"

"Yes."

"This is ridiculous. So who will accompany you?"

"Tim and Walter from my company. Lawrence Michaels, Andrew Potts and Marsha Klein as our best customers."

"Well, Tim, Walter and Potts have desperately tried to get into your pants in the past. And you have not really succeeded in fighting them off. So I'm supposed to stay at home and wait for three weeks while those horn dogs fuck you?"

"Mark, you'll have to trust me, I assume." She smiles arrogantly. When has she turned into such a bitch? Does she think she owns me? That she can take me for granted? Maybe it has been a mistake to enter this golden cage. She pays me and she thinks that she doesn't have to respect me. But I'm still willing to find the old Laura again.

"Laura, please don't do this."

"It's already decided. You'll just have to accept it, get over it."

"Laura, this will seriously damage our relationship. You let them kiss and fondle you in the past. I have to assume that they will try to fuck you." Why do I even degrade myself by pleading for her fidelity? This should be out of the question anyway. We're married, after all.

"Oh, it's so cute when my little gardener is jealous."

"Your gardener? I thought we were beyond this shit." She has really lost all respect for me, as it seems.

"Well, that's what you are. And you are mine, Mark. I know that you love this luxurious lifestyle. You love me. And I love you. But I need a little diversion. A little time off from our relationship. It will be good for both of us. You will see."

Should I threaten her to have an affair, too? No, that's below me. And she knows it.

"Will you let them fuck you?"

"Don't worry, my little lover boy. Nothing bad will happen."

Little lover boy? That's new. She tries to belittle me even when she uses a term of endearment. And "nothing bad" is not exactly a direct answer. Nothing bad for her? Or for me?

Should I threaten her to leave? If I do it, I will have to pull it through. That much is certain. I won't start with hollow threats. I would lose not only hers, but also my own respect. And my credibility.

I don't want to fight with her. But I think that I have to warn her.

"Laura, I can't accept what has become of our relationship. If you disrespect me enough to humiliate me again by leaving for this trip, I'll be gone when you return."

"Fine. Take your lousy money and leave. Let's see how much you like your life as a simple gardener after tasting life with me."

Wow. That hurt. So that's what she thinks of me. I'm nothing for her. Just a nice body she pays for her sexual entertainment. A male prostitute. Our relationship has always been difficult. A wealthy woman and a poor man is always a critical thing. But I think she couldn't have handled it much worse.

I just turn around and go upstairs to start packing. I look through the bedroom window as a taxi arrives and the driver carries her baggage to the car. She looks up and sees me standing behind the window. She waves her hand, smiles and enters the taxi.

Laura: Shit, what have I done? This has been blown up unnecessary. I hope he's just bluffing. I can't stand to lose him. Damn, why do I have to be such a bitch with him? I love him. But I can't stop torturing him. I hope that today hasn't been a step too far. No, Laura. He loves you. He's just a friendly big bear. I'll call him all the time to reassure him that nothing's happening. And I'll make it up to him.

Wow, she's really gone. This has been cold, even for her standard. I pack my stuff into my truck. It's not much. Most of my stuff in this house doesn't really belong to me. Expensive, unnecessary junk. Tailored sports jackets? Yeah, sure. I've been happy without them. Golden watches? Never been my style anyway. Golf equipment? Not my kind of sport. I don't need any of this.

Juanita watches me silently, with a shocked expression on her face.

I leave my wedding ring and my expensive phone on the kitchen table. The phone has been another gift from Laura. Even her gifts have been degrading. She always could buy me expensive gifts, while I never had the money to get something nice for her. Only vouchers, like ten of my special massages.

I'm just glad that I still have my old savings money. That's all I need. She can handle the divorce and pay for it. I have everything I want.

Okay, one last look around. Have I forgotten anything? I don't think that I'll ever return here. Oh, my keys. I place them on the table as well. Do I have all my documents? Yes, even the recommendation from my old boss. I will need it for my next job.

So, what have I had for two years? A nice life, somewhere in between love, sex, a marriage, a job, prostitution and slavery. I think this relationship was doomed from the beginning. It would have worked if she had been sensitive to the dangers and problems and if she would have fought for me. But she rarely has. Only in the beginning.

Okay, that's it. I say goodbye to Juanita and just leave through the front door. I start my old, reliable truck. I press the paddle and off I go. It's that easy to leave an old life behind and to start a new one. It's sad. It could have been great with Laura. And a fresh start should feel better somehow.

As I pass the gate, a question that I've totally neglected pops up in my head. Where exactly am I heading? My plan only consisted of "away from here" so far. San Diego, maybe? I've never been there. No idea how it might be. It's just the first name to appear in my mind. Well, why not? It's as good as any other place, I suppose.

Laura: Damn, why doesn't he answer his phone? Does he really have to blow this up further by sulking? Okay, Tim and Walter have flirted a lot during the journey. But I'm a big girl and I know what I want. But what exactly do I want? Do I really want these two creeps to fuck me? To lose Mark over it? Or to break his male ego by forcing him to accept this? What do I want to achieve with this trip? Why have I imposed this damn no-spouse rule? I don't know. Really not? Because I want to defeat him. That's why. Be honest, you bitch. You're just used to be in charge. Wake up, Laura. You're going to lose the man you love over your silly power games.

The drive to San Diego is long and boring. I wish I had chosen a nearer destination. But no sense in changing that now. This is where I have decided to go. Maybe the drive is what I need to clear my head.

Why has she changed so much? Why has she started to try to own me? To dominate me? Have I been too soft? I don't know. And maybe I don't need to find out.

Laura: What? Juanita has just told me that Mark has left. Damn. Damn. I tell Tim and Walter to leave my room. Why have I invited them here anyway? I know why. To let them fuck me. Be honest with yourself, Laura. You are a bitch. Now, how do I find Mark? Juanita has told me that his phone is on our kitchen table. With his wedding ring. Damn. Finally, Tim and Walter have left my room and I can start to cry. I'm such an idiot. Such a fool. I've had the best man in the world and I've tried to break him. To humiliate him. To own him. To cuckold him. I've driven him away. Laura, you damn asshole...

Work is great. The weather is fine today and I love the roses on the Matthews' premises. It's too hot and Mrs. Matthews is well into her seventies. So I decide to lose my shirt. She really likes to get a glimpse of me and there's no danger that the Laura disaster will be repeated with her. I have to chuckle a little at the thought of Mrs. Matthews trying to seduce me. It's been six months since I've left Laura and I feel quite relaxed about it now. The first two months have been hell, but the hurt had finally abated.

Laura: The P.I. hands me the binoculars. There he is. It's really Mark. The P.I. was right. My god, he's still gorgeous beyond belief. I have butterflies in my stomach. He's working without his shirt again. Mouth-watering. Six months of hard work for the P.I. and lots of my money were totally worth it. He's really here. The first step is done. Now comes the hard part. How do I get him back? How do I convince him that I'm worthy? That I've changed? That the bitch is gone?

I wave Mrs. Matthews goodbye. She's such a sweet lady. I just wish she was a little younger. I have to smile. I load my tools onto my truck. God, I love this old car. Through good times and through bad. I should have married this truck instead of Laura. It's faithful in the extreme. It won't complain about my job. It won't demand a prenup. It won't be embarrassed because of my presence. I smile again. My life is good. I just need to find a woman to settle with. I'm still unfair by comparing my dates with Laura. They have lead to nothing so far, I haven't even had sex with any of them. I've just not been interested. But I'm determined to change that soon.

"Hello, my husband." What? Laura's voice? I freeze in shock. How has she found me? Why has she even bothered to find me? Shit. Slowly, I turn around.

"Laura." She looks very good, I have to admit. She always does, but today she's really made an effort to.

"Long time no see." She smiles timidly.

"Yes. Husband? Are we still married?"

"Of course we are. I may be a dumb bitch. But not dumb enough to divorce a man like you."

"Yeah, I know." My anger wells up suddenly. "I'm good-looking, well built, harmless, fun in bed, fun to humiliate, docile, I put up with all your shit, am convenient to cheat on, not expensive to keep. And as a plus, I also take care of the garden. What else could you want?"

She looks quite unperturbed. She might have expected my outburst. "I'm sorry, Mark. I've been a bitch. I've been in therapy. The shrink has really torn me a new one. I would really appreciate if you gave me the opportunity to explain what I've done and why. Just a talk, no strings attached."

"Laura, I'm happy. I live a carefree life now. I'm my own master and owner again. I'm not a pet on a leash any more. I don't want to return into your golden cage."

"And you don't have to. Ever. Everything would be totally different. I swear."

"Sorry, I don't need any of this. You might have problems and talking about them might help you. But please not with me. I'm happy. I don't need any of this. Goodbye, Laura."

She looks hurt and unsure as I turn around and enter my truck. Well, that's been an impressive speech. But the truth is that hearing and seeing her has stirred up a lot more feelings inside me than I'm comfortable with. I drive away quickly and try to calm myself down again.

Laura: Shit. That didn't go well. He's happy without me. That hurt. But I deserved it. Dr. Peterson has warned me about this first rejection. This will need a lot of time and patience. It's good that I've rented an apartment near his place. I'm willing to do what's necessary to get him back. As long as it takes.

Three days later.

Ah, crap, I'm late again. Life with Laura has made me soft, I still tend to oversleep. It's six-thirty in the morning and I should already be on my way to the first customer. I didn't even have time for breakfast or to prepare something for my lunch break. I hurry out of my small apartment and into my truck.

The problem is not even the missing food. The problem is the missing half-hour. I've got an awful lot to do today and I don't want any time pressure on my job. It's too low paid to worry about such crap. I usually leave that sort of worries to the guys earning the big bucks.

Well, today might have to be the exception. I arrive at the Henderson premises and immediately start to unload my tools. I go back to the cab to get my phone before unloading the shovels. To my surprise, Laura is there. She's already unloading the shovels.




The Gardener



I'm completely frozen in shock. It's six-fifty in the morning. That alone rules out the possibility of Laura being present. The next shock is to see her doing manual labor. Even if it is only to unload shovels from a truck. She's wearing work-boots, -gloves and -clothes. All brand-new, of course. But nonetheless... Laura in work-clothes? Unheard of.

"Well, Mark. What's up? Can we start or do you want to waste more time by staring at me?"

"What? Yes. Well... Okay. Let's go."

"What shall I do? You'll have to instruct me." 

Wow. That's really quite cute. And she looks good, wearing work-clothes. So natural, down-to-earth, glowing with anticipation. Very attractive. Damn...

"Ah, yes. Take these two shovels. I'll take the other stuff. We have to work over there. I'll lead the way."

Laura follows me to the hedge we have to plant. After we have dropped our tools, she looks at me expectantly.

"Okay, we have to dig a small ditch along here. This is where the hedge will be planted later. About that wide and that deep." I show her the dimensions. "Just take this shovel. You can start over there." I have to chuckle a little. It will be fun to watch her digging. She casts me a nasty glance and seems determined to show me. She punches the shovel into the ground without much effect. She has neither the power nor the technique to make an impact. But it's quite cute. She really tries hard. I start my end of the ditch and she watches intently how I do it. After a while she manages to get the hang of it.

By the time our ditches meet, she has actually made more than ten percent of the overall length. This is more than I've expected. But she looks unhappy at her results.

"Mark, I'm a pathetic gardener."

"Actually, you did better than I've expected. This requires a lot of physical strength. And believe it or not, you've helped me. I'm short on time today."

"Really?" She looks quite happy.

"Yes. And you will be able to help me more when we actually plant and water the hedge. If you plan to stay that long."

"Of course I will. Just tell me what to do."

I have to smile. She's looking at me with a really determined expression. She wants to do this job properly.

By lunch we have planted most of the hedge.

"Boy, am I tired. I had no idea how exhausting your job is. No wonder you're built like a brick house."

"Yeah, I imagine that it's quite hard for you. But you did well. And you really helped me today."

"Really?" She's delighted.

"Yes, I've been under a little pressure today. You help was really a piece of luck for me today."

"Oh." She smiles widely now.

"But I'm sorry to say that I can't even offer you something for your lunch break. And there are no shops out here."

"Oh, don't worry. I have prepared something." And she retrieves a lunch packet for both of us.

"Oh, Laura, you're really..."

"I've been a bitch, yes. But I try to change. Boy, do I try to change."

"That wasn't what I was about to say."

"I know, Mark. I know. But it was what I wanted to say."

We both smile. It's good. We have done some manual work together. We haven't talked much. We just co-operated mostly without words. And we're enjoying our well deserved lunch together. It feels good. If she wants to reconcile, this is certainly the best way to do it. But this is going to be hard work for her, not only physically. Her body will ache tomorrow. I'm curious if she will want to repeat this day.

In the afternoon we work some more. But the main work is done and we have the time to joke around a little. I teach her some stuff from time to time. We don't talk about the past. It's good.

"Mark, I haven't fucked them. I've never been unfaithful to you. I returned from this stupid Aspen trip after one night. And I was so bitchy because I think you're too attractive for me. Out of my league. I subconsciously tried to control you this way because I was afraid you'd leave me. I just wanted to let you know. See you tomorrow."

Well, that came out of nowhere. The day's work over, we have just loaded the tools onto my truck. After her brief speech, she just flees into her Cayenne and leaves quickly. I'm still stunned. Now, where did that suddenly come from after such a relaxed day together? Anyway, I'm not going to spoil my good mood by contemplating this.

To my surprise, Laura waits for me at six in the morning. She smiles at my obviously surprised expression.

"Well, Mark, what did you expect? Good morning, by the way."

I have to laugh.

"I expected you to be too tired to show up today. Good morning, Laura."

"Yes, I'm certainly tired. My whole body hurts. But that's not important."

"And, to be honest, I'm surprised to see you this early."

"Actually, I'm awake for a while. I've been actually waiting until it's six o'clock and I can see you again."

"Oh. Wow. Don't you have to be present in your company?"

"No, not important any more. I'll explain that later. So, boss. Where will we work today?" She looks at me with an expectant expression, hands on her hips. Wearing immaculate work clothes again. It's really cute.

Today's work is lighter. We only have to prune roses and other flowers. After I've shown her how to do it, Laura is actually quite good at it. And she really enjoys it, obviously. She's humming all the time, looking very concentrated and content. And very beautiful. She looks so natural, so real in these clothes and surroundings. She catches me looking at her and smiles sweetly. I have to smile too.

At lunch we have to laugh upon discovering that each of us has brought along enough food for both of us.

"Mark, we'll have to coordinate this better in the future."

"In the future? How long do you plan to help me?"

"You already want to get rid of me?" She's smiling and the general mood is good.

We keep spending our days like this for two weeks. I really enjoy my time with Laura. And I begin to think seriously about re-starting our relationship. I'm just not sure under which conditions. I certainly don't want to return into the golden cage. But I also don't want to haggle about the conditions. We should be lovers, not business partners. So, basically, I'm willing to reconcile but unsure how to proceed. Maybe I'll just wait what she might come up with.

Today, we take care of Mrs. Matthews' garden again.

"Good morning, Mark."

"Oh, good morning, Mrs. Matthews."

"Mark, who's your beautiful colleague? I've been watching you two for a while. I'm starting be get jealous."

"I'm Laura, the gardener's apprentice," she says, smiling. I have to smile, too. Has she just really said this?

"You're a lucky man, Mark. She's a keeper. You shouldn't let her get away."

Mrs. Matthews... observant as ever. I really like her.

"I'm thinking about it, Mrs. Matthews."

"Oh my, you are?" Laura smiles ecstatic.

"Yes."

"Mark, if you ever decide to take me back - there will be no prenup any more. Everything will be ours. Yours. Including me. Totally, without any restriction."

"What do your parents think about this?"

"I don't care. They've destroyed our first relationship. And I've helped them by being arrogant, insecure and dumb. Won't happen again if you give me another chance."

"What about your company?"

"I'll sell it if you want me to. Or I'll take care of it on two days per week. You decide."

"Okay, that's a problem that probably can be solved."

"Mark, I enjoy working with you immensely. You were right, this is so much better than my boring office job. I've decided that I'll help you gardening until my belly is too fat from your first child."

"Oh, wow." She certainly rolls out the big guns now. What do I think of this? Is this just a way to lure me back into the old status? "You really want to have kids?"

"Oh yes, I'd love to. If they're your's."

Well, what do I have to lose? She wants to cancel the prenup. To have our kids. All risks are on her side. I can leave whenever I want to. And I have to admit - I still love her. A lot. I want to spend my time with her.

"Okay, Laura, we have a deal. But we will work only in our own garden in the future."

"Deal." And she jumps into my arms, smiling happily.

Mrs. Matthews listens and smiles. "I wish you two all the best. I'm going to miss you, Mark. But I'm glad that you've found your happiness." She sighs happily as I hug her too.

We cancel the prenup with a separate contract. I have access to all accounts now and am shocked about the amount of money being available. Nonetheless, I add my puny fifty-five thousand in savings to it. We share everything, right? And I still keep my old truck. Even Laura uses it from time to time to transport gardening material.

We decide not to sell her company. Tim and Walter will run it. Being closely watched by Laura. I'm not too happy to reward them like this. But someone will have to do this work for us and they are the best qualified guys for it. It's not important. The state of our roses after my absence bothers me more. Laura and I have a lot of work ahead of us.

Laura spends time with me in the garden, except for the two days per week we both work in her company. She insists to spend as much time with me as possible. And I realize that her business is not as boring as I've expected. She teaches me some things about her job. Like I teach her some about mine.

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And that's how we do it. And so far it works. Ten years and three children later, we're still happy. At parties she usually introduces herself with "I'm his gardener". We always have a good laugh.