0 comments/ 52702 views/ 4 favorites Garden By: Cosmic The Cat I can't remember a summer like it. It's been wet-hot, humid, for weeks now: the air heavy with the promise of rain, but without the relief. It feels like the whole world is holding its breath, waiting for rain. Nobody has done any real work for weeks - everyone seems to spend time discussing the weather, if they are feeling energetic, or collapsed in the shade, if they are not. In my garden, the grass is dry and yellowing despite a daily dose of bathwater and the flowers are gasping... the cats sleep under the lavatera, not bothering to raise their eyes at the flies anymore. I'm even bored with sunbathing, and when the weekend trudges around again I find myself slumping around the supermarket before falling asleep on a rug under the tree. I'd wanted to do some work in the garden - bizarrely, the weeds are thriving - but I'm worn out with the heat and the dust and the air, so oppressive that it's almost a chore to breathe. Droplets on my face waken me.... It's early evening but still hot. Rain? From this cloudless sky? I sit up to discover my next door neighbour is cleaning his windows, and has (playfully) decided to splash me... "Cheers, Paul," I grumble, but managing a smile. He's really very nice. "You were snoring," he jokes, starting to climb the ladder next to the low fence that separates his garden from mine. "Never," I snort, settling back to watch him. His legs are brown and glow in the late afternoon sun, burnt by weeks upon weeks in the open air, as is his back, glistening a little with sweat. I notice that he's only wearing a pair of tattered denim shorts and a pair of work boots, presumably the ones he wears when he's out repairing roads, wherever that may be. From my vantage point on the grass I can see right up the inside of his legs, into the dark cave formed where the shorts hang loose... Squinting a little, I realise he's talking to me. "Sorry?" He looks at me with those dark eyes, those eyes I can't bring myself to gaze into for more than a few seconds, and says: "I asked if you want me to do you, later?" For a second I'm aghast - he must be reading my mind - then I realise he's talking about the windows. But what to reply? Coy? Straightforward? (They are a state, after all) Or shall I try the direct flirtation? Well, why not, I ask myself. Despite the drought a veritable oasis is developing between my thighs at the promise of what might lie inside those denim shorts. "Why wait till later?" I ask, finally managing to stare meaningfully right back into those deep, dark eyes of his. Brazen hussy, I think to myself, but he only hesitates for a moment before starting to climb back down his ladder. When he turns to face me I can see the outline of his cock straining against the demin, and, my God, its huge. He smiles at me, his mouth breaking into a wide grin, showing off those even teeth, startlingly white against his tan. He lowers his bucket to the ground and walks with a deliberate swagger to the bottom of the garden, where the fence blew down last winter and never got fixed. And suddenly he is beside me, lowering himself onto the blanket next to me, and he isn't smiling anymore. He hasn't taken his eyes off me for a second, and the look in them is so intense it's scary. He puts one hand on my thigh, and his hand is warm against my cool skin. Goosebumps spring up and I shiver, as his hand travels up my leg, up my body, until he is cupping my face. I'm ready for his kiss but it's a long time coming. His face is very close to me, his fingers softly moving over the skin of my sunburnt face, his eyes examining me closely. He's so close I can see that under the tan he still has freckles, like a little boy. He looks young and healthy and I want him. Our lips brush, dry, but he's still not ready for the kiss. I can hear and feel his breath, ragged, against my mouth. He's teasing, waiting for me to give in first. I slide one hand onto his shoulder which is searing hot from the sun, hard and strong under my fingers. I find the hair at the back of his neck, stubbly because he had it cut yesterday, and stroke it tenderly. Then I feel the tip of his tongue against my dry lips, and I can't wait for him anymore, and my mouth matches his in a frenzy. My free hand finds the waistband of the shorts and struggles with the button. The zip slides down of its own accord against the pressure inside, and to my delight his hard cock springs into my hand as if it has been waiting for me. He makes a small sound inside my mouth and pulls away, moving his face into my throat. His hands are over my breasts, feeling me through the material of the cotton sundress. He starts to undo the buttons but he's fumbling, so I leave his cock alone, reluctantly, and undo them for him while he watches. He's resting back on his heels, his cock pointing out of the shorts like a loaded weapon. I'm being deliberately slow, enjoying his reaction as my body is revealed to him. I wonder if he's fantasised about this, I wonder if he's lain awake at night imagining me stripping for him, his hand around his hard cock like my hand was a few seconds ago. I wonder if he realises how many hot, sweet orgasms I've had thinking about those infernal shorts and their majestic contents, and how, far from being disappointed, he is even more magnificent than the fantasy.... He drops his head to my chest and takes one nipple in his mouth, cupping his hand over the other, rubbing it with his rough fingers. His other hand has gone exploring, and I'm surprised how gentle he is, almost reverent, running his fingers down the outside of my leg, and then back up the inside. He looks up at me while he's licking my breasts, flicking his tongue around the nipple and kissing the skin, his eyes locked to mine. I'm trying to get to the shorts to pull them down over his backside but I can't reach, so I make do with feeling the hard muscle under the skin of his back. He slides down my body and his soft tongue probes my puss, warm and gentle at first. It's so welcome, like coming home, and I sigh and lean back onto the blanket, putting one hand into his hair to hold him against me. He's tasting me, lapping me up, and I can feel the wetness flowing from me into that warm mouth. I'm gazing into the depths of the sky, and I can see the ghost of the moon, and the first stars in the peachy sky. Meanwhile I can feel my orgasm swimming up to meet me, just out of reach - it slides away as he changes position, comes back into view.... my breathing is fast.... If he keeps that up I'll come, I think, as his tongue flicks over my clit rapidy. But there's something I want more. I wriggle down so that his face is level with mine, and its wet and glistening. He grins, asks me if he's doing it right. I pull him into a kiss and push those shorts over the cheeks of his bum, as far down his thighs as I can reach. His cock is hard and huge, the tip of it exposed and wet with anticipation. I place one thigh casually over his back to pull him closer, and I use his cock to rub myself with, slowly, up and down, feeling that elusive orgasm swimming towards me again. I hold his cock at the entrance to my pussy and pull him into me, slowly, with the leg that's holding him captive. He's watching me, waiting for me to be ready, and when this signal comes he slides inside me obediently, as slowly as he can manage. He waits inside me for a second, his eyes gazing at my face, before starting a rhythmic pumping. I feel my body thrill at this - it's good - and I'm moving my hips in time with his. After a few moments he lifts my calves up around his shoulders, and moves into me again, deeper this time, so that I can feel the pressure in the pit of my stomach, feel him filling me up totally, stretching me.... The pumping becomes more urgent - I'm pushing myself against his hard body with a slap at each thrust, and he is sweating, his face contorted with concentration, until he gives a gasp and a grunt into my throat, and I can feel the spasms rocking him. I hold his body against me while he bucks and shudders, then the perfect delight of his slipperyness inside me. I feel his cock slipping inside me until I lose it altogether, then he raises his head and kisses me tenderly for a long minute. He seems reluctant to stop, then suddenly looks up and says, "Now you." He is suddenly between my thighs again, which feel hot and tender, like I've been running in the hot sun. When his tongue touches me, it's like a slap - the shock - the feeling of the contact again, I'm ready. My body arches involuntarily and I'm pushing my pussy into his face. He's lapping at me again, tasting his juice and mine together, his face rubbing into me insistently, pushing me closer and closer to the orgasm that was there all the time, just waiting for this moment. I feel two fingers sliding into my pussy, which is wide open for him, while his tongue moves steadily over my hot skin. Then that insisent nibbling again, he's concentrating on my clit, and the rhythm is steady and quick enough and suddenly there it is.... I'm rocked with spasms, violent, my whole body shaking and my come flows out to him, so much that it feels like I'm peeing in his face. I've forgotten to breathe for several seconds and I'm gasping for air, gripping his head in my hands. Slowly, my feet come back down to earth and find contact with the dry grass. Somehow we have wriggled right off the blanket and we are halfway down the garden. He is lying next to me, propped up on one elbow, his eyes regarding me with curiosity. My dress is twisted up under my shoulders, wide open, exposing my flushed skin. His shorts are round his knees, his work boots stayed on the whole time. The sun has gone behind the houses and it's cool, a breeze ruffling his short hair. At last he stands, and when he turns round I can see his white bum, and the pattern of the grass on his tanned thigh. He pulls up his shorts and turns again to give me broad grin, before heading off back to his own garden, and the bucket, and the ladder.... And suddenly, I realise, if it weren't for me lying ravaged on my parched garden, dripping with hot sex and passion, we'd be right back where we started. Garden BDSM I am a male in my early forties and although I don't work out or have massive pecs I still have a good athletic figure. I have for a long time had a mild interest in BDSM but this has increased a lot in the past few years. It may be the hormones, they cause some older men to chase young girls while others have different effects. Unfortunately I hadn't found a female partner to share my interest, I had casually brought the subject up several times but it was always met with disinterest. I had to be content with self bondage experiments therefore and an idea I had been playing with was one in the open air and being tied down to the lawn in the garden. My garden is secluded by tall trees, bushes and a high fence from all directions except for a small section of low fence at the top of the garden where, if the neighbours that side went up to the top of their garden, they could see into mine. Today however I was free to experiment as I had seen my neighbours leave early that morning for a two week holiday. Everything had been prepared and the day was perfect being overcast but warm. Leaving my clothes in doors I took my equipment out into the garden and taking some wire tent pegs lay down on the lawn with my arms and legs forming a letter 'X'. When I was in the right position I placed a tent peg by each wrist, each ankle, under my neck and beneath my balls. Getting up I set up a video camera in the corner of the garden and used a telephoto setting on the lens to take in the marked out area without the distortion that I would get from filming closer. I was now ready to begin. Starting the video camera with its remote control I took the rest of my equipment and went back to my position on the lawn. I first hammered the pegs at wrist and neck positions into the lawn with a mallet. I then fitted cuffs to my ankles and after putting tent pegs through the 'D' rings, hammered the pegs into the lawn. Fitting cock and ball straps to my love tackle I put another tent peg through the metal joining ring and knocked that into the lawn. I now fitted a collar around my neck and cuffs to each wrist. I lay back, feeling the ring on my cock and ball harness tightening the straps and slightly crushing my balls. With my back flat on the ground I clipped one wrist cuff to its tent peg and then clipped the neck collar to the peg under my neck. To finish I managed with a slight struggle to clip the last wrist cuff to the remaining peg. Laying there with eyes closed I relaxed in the experience. Suddenly I was startled by a young woman's voice close to my side saying "Are you enjoying yourself down there?" I opened my eyes and found myself looking into the brown eyes of the next door neighbour's daughter who as far as I knew lived about 100 miles away. In my position I had no option but to tell the truth and then asked what she was doing there and in my garden. It appeared that she had decided on a break herself and combined it with house sitting for her parents. Hearing my tapping the pegs, she went into the garden to investigate. Being intrigued by what I was doing, she watched me staying just out of sight until I had finished and when I closed my eyes, climbed over the fence to investigate closer. I had better describe Donna. She is in her early twenties, no fantastic beauty but has an attractiveness that will last into advanced years. Her hair is almost black and from my viewpoint I could see that her bust was a good 38 D and firm. Today she was wearing a crop top and cut-off shorts with a leather belt. Donna told me that she had watched because she had been curious about bondage for some time but this was the first time she had seen any example. She asked if I was getting the feeling I desired and I explained that being self bondage it lacked a lot, not least that I couldn't get the bondage tight enough. To my surprise, Donna suggested that she would help and both our curiosities would be satisfied. I readily agreed. Donna took the hammer and removing the pegs one by one, refixed then as tight as she could. "How is that?" she asked and I replied that it was good as I really was secured firmly and couldn't move at all. "Superb!" Donna exclaimed pulling off her crop top to reveal her beautiful tits in their full glory, "Now you can eat my pussy before giving me a good Fucking". I was shocked by her sudden change and forthrightness and objected on the grounds that 1. She was young enough to be my daughter and 2. It wouldn't be right to shag a neighbours daughter. She replied that 1. She was old enough to shag who she pleased and 2. I wasn't really in a position to choose who I shagged. I still refused and smiling with satisfaction she took her shorts off revelling a shaved pussy. Taking the belt out of the shorts and standing legs apart (giving me a beautiful view of her cunt lips) she swung the belt so that the end hit me across the left nipple. "You..." whack! - another across the right... "will..." whack! - a blow across the left side of my stomach... "do..." whack! - another blow across the right side of my stomach... "what..." whack! - another blow across the right side of my stomach... "you're..." crack! - the belt wrapped around my left hip hitting my arse cheek... "told..." crack! - the belt wrapped around my right hip and arse cheek... "And address..." whack - a blow across my left thigh... "me..." whack - a blow across my right thigh... "as..." crack - the belt zapped across my rigid cock... "MISTRESS!" CRACK - the belt cracked across my cock and wrapped around to my taught balls. Liquid fire seemed to flow all around my cock and balls overwhelming the pain in the other parts of my body. Much as I wanted to I couldn't scream out here so close to other neighbours so with great effort I had managed to suppress most sound until the last when I gave out a great gasp and muffled groan. "Do I take that as an affirmative?" Donna asked and I through my pain could only answer "Yes Mistress" Donna lowered herself down so that her succulent young cunt contacted my mouth and I quickly began to run my tongue around her sweet lips. "Do a good job and you will be rewarded with pleasure instead of pain" she said. I worked harder, running my tongue along her moist slit and helping her clit out of its hood. Sucking it into my mouth I gave it a clit blow job and after a few minutes was rewarded by her fluids flooding my face as her legs clamped closed on my head and she came in a shattering orgasm. When she had recovered she suddenly moved so that her legs were each side of my body and I was looking up at her firm young arse. I knew what she was doing as soon as her lips wrapped around my cock and she used her tongue to play with with the head while her hand caressed my balls removing all memory of the stinging belt. Donna obviously felt the warning of my orgasm through my balls as she stopped and moved round to offer one of her delicious tits to my mouth. "Good" she said "See what you can do with these" I did the best that I could in my captive position and could tell that it was having a positive effect on her already aroused condition. Removing her tit from my mouth Donna moved to kneel each side of my stomach and slowly lowered herself down onto my massive erection. It was so tight and my cock being larger than average didn't help. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh..." she moaned as suddenly the resistance ended and her tight young love tunnel gradually swallowed my engorged cock until it disappeared from sight. Seeing my prick gradually sliding into that beautiful naked pussy and feeling the incredible tightness almost pushed me over the edge but not wanting it to end I used every technique that I knew to delay the final moment. I even had to close my eyes as the sight of her magnificent tits was so erotic. A vibration in her cunt warned me that she was close to her orgasm and I opened my eyes to see her arching backwards, tits displayed at their finest, and as she came down firmly on my prick with a shuddering gasp I let rip and my love fluid shot deep into her triggering off a series of tremors throughout her body. With a final gasp she fell forward and hugged me. * * * * * When we had both recovered, she freed me and after packing away the equipment we went in for a shower and a drink. Later, still nude and cuddled together on the sofa she said "Thank you for making a woman of me". I looked in amazement at her as she explained that she had always been too nervous of men to allow them to go all the way and even with a vibrator she only had allowed a minor orgasm. Having me safely secured and the eroticness of the situation had allowed her to finally let herself go. Now I not only felt guilty for shagging my neighbours daughter for whom I was old enough to be her father, but also had taken her virginity! Admittedly I also felt proud and honoured that she should have allowed me the delights of her young body. She laughed at my concern and told me that she had two weeks to free me of my guilt and that she was going to make full use of the time. That as they say 'is another story' which I might just tell you some day if you are interested. Why not vote for this story or write in to let me know what you thought of it. Garden Centre Looking back at events that occurred in our lives in the recent past, i feel that i should have sensed something was amiss ever since the time when my wife announced that she had had a rather strange dream. She said that her parents were trying to set up a new marriage for her. She went on to describe in detail how they had invited a prospective groom to their home for her to meet. I jokingly asked her about him and she said that he was younger than me and was very hunky. I asked her whether they had set dates for the wedding and she laughingly said that they had only gone out on a date and were yet to fix the wedding. "Remember to invite me" i joked with her, and she agreed with a cheeky smile adding that she could invite me for one of their dates so that i could see him. I thought no more of it as we were so preoccupied in the process of finishing building our new home and moving into it. We are both keen about gardening and horticulture and since we moved into our new house we were quite excited at the prospect of designing the garden ourselves. This involved fairly hard work initially as we tried to landscape the area, and this required the movement of large amounts of earth and rubble. I was mostly involved in this heavy manual work while my wife was in charge of selecting the plants and shrubs. We are both in our early forties, and are both very physically active people. Therefore we enjoyed this challenge we were faced with. My wife is extremely petite, standing just under 5 feet in height and is very slim and slender and attractive. She is often mistaken for a teenager, much to my amusement. Her slim body which is very much in shape and her pert girlish breasts are i think her most valuable assets. Her friendly and easygoing nature also makes her a very likeable person to everybody she comes in contact. We had to frequently visit garden centres in the vicinity of our new home to select plants and other garden ornaments for our project. Within a short time time we automatically selected one garden centre which suited most of our needs. It was a fairly large place which was landscaped cleverly, making it a haven you could browse around for hours on end. Thinking retrospectively, I now feel that the decision to choose this particular garden centre was strongly influenced by my wife who made favourable comments on the stock and the technical advice given from this centre. I recall that she often wanted to get most of our requirements from that garden centre only which again should have alerted me. The centre was run by two young men who we later realised were brothers. We initially met the elder brother few times, and he was quite knowledgeable and helpful in selecting the necessary plants. He was a very pleasant, nondescript man in his late twenties who was always very helpful and polite. We developed a good working relationship with him. We started to frequently visit the centre for more stock and advice, sometimes two or three times a week. It was only after a couple of visits that we first met the younger brother who was quite the opposite to his sibling being tall, dark, lithe and exceptionally good looking and studly. Jet black hair framed his long angular face to perfection. Though he was clean shaven most times, he had an irrepressible 5 o'clock shadow which darkened his prominent cleft chin. Whereas his brother had been quite friendly and helpful, this guy was different. He was friendly but quite reserved when it pleased him. He had this habit of getting really close to you and sometimes even touching your shoulder or arm to emphasize a point. His deep voice helped to emphasize his attractiveness. He was frequently in rather trendy cut off jeans and T's emphasizing his well proportioned but not overly muscular body. Aj, as we discovered was his name used to come and frequently chat with us after we finished business there. He was very knowledgeable on his trade and also surprisingly in many other topics. After a while the two brothers even started to cart the stuff to our home and came and adviced us on landscaping. We were also frequently getting free plants and other garden stuff when we visited them. I should have realised from all the free gifts and the enthusiasm my wife showed, that this was also a bit strange. But it took me more time to realise this. And then it happened. I was driving past the garden centre one day on a sleepy afternoon and was surprised to see my wife's car parked there. I noticed that she had managed to squeeze her car into their compound without parking it by the road like we usually do. As i was not too busy myself that afternoon, I thought i would join her and browse around the garden. I couldn't see anybody around as i walked in, but noticed that Aj's bike was parked under some trees. I walked around slowly expecting to see my wife but didn't do so. I was about to call out her name when I heard Aj's deep voice faintly. I realised that it was coming from one of the sheds that were in a far corner of the garden. I don't know what made me do it, but i circled around the shed without allowing myself to be heard and approached it from behind. His voice could be heard louder now though I couldn't quite make out what was being said. I could not hear my wife's voice at all. When i peered through a small crevice in one of the wooden boards I got the shock of my life. This virile young Adonis was with his shirt off and petite wife was standing in front of him with her face buried in his hairy chest. Due to the big difference in heights my wife's face just reached his lower chest. I know that I should have jumped in then and there to put a stop to what was going on, but for some strange reason didn't do so. Something in the back of my mind told me to stay back and see what was going on. I also needed to hear what Aj was saying to my wife. As I edged in closer to get a better look, i noticed that her hands encircling his waist were deep inside his jeans. Aj was repeatedly nuzzling her neck and ears while pressing her slender body on to his as if he wanted to fuse their bodies together. He was saying 'mata tikak ida dendako madam. Api hondha sapak gamuko..' ('Let me continue this madam. Let us enjoy ourselves'). Though this shocked me even more, I felt a stirring in my loins which was unmistakable. I needed to see more of this. He nuzzled at her head trying to get her to lift it up towards him while his hands roamed all over her body. I was pleased to notice that she was showing some restraint at his attempts to get her to to lift her head. But i realised that she was having no second thoughts at stuffing her hands deep down the back of his jeans. In a few moments his roaming hands had managed to unbutton the top of her blouse and his his large paw was squeezing her breast. That made her moan out aloud for the first time. My wife has a thing about her breasts being fondled and goes really crazy by it. Aj must have sensed that he was on a winner move and deftly pushed his jeans half way down his thighs and i noticed he was going commando. Whether my wife had noticed this happening i did not know, but i saw that her face lift up towards him and in a trice their lips were locked in a deep carnal kiss. Their moans of pleasure were quite loud and I could see Aj taking the chance to push down her skirt to the ground and pull her buttocks closer to him. As her skirt came off my wife suddenly panicked, 'aney kawuruwath ei. Nawaththannako.' (Someone might come, please stop). He was not to be stopped now. 'naha, mey welawata kawuruwath ennay naha. Baya wenna epa madam. ('No, at this time of the day nobody comes here. Don't be scared ma'am') But my wife was probably too scared to be without her skirt, and hastily bent down and pulled it up, regaining some modesty. I heard Aj say something to her and then he put his hands on her shoulder and pushed her down on her knees. I couldn't stay to watch anymore and hurried out of the compound and drove away. But i couldn't just leave either, knowing what maybe happening. I parked on a byway and waited with my head in turmoil. But within two or three minutes my wife drove past. I was quite ecstatic that she had resisted temptation and left him. Later that evening when i got home I looked for any change in her behaviour but found none. In fact she revealed that she had been to the garden centre that afternoon. 'Did you find anything nice?' I asked innocently. 'Yes, quite a few plants.' I enthusiastically asked to see them and she coolly informed me that they would be dropping them off tomorrow morning. Did this mean that my wife was not concerned about the incident at the garden centre? I was rather taken aback when she told me that she was on leave from work and would be there to collect the stuff delivered from the garden centre. My heart started pounding when i realised that she must have invited Aj to our home when i was away at work inspite of the garden centre incident. I was erotically aroused by the possibilities, and this resulted in us having some vigorous sex that night. I also formulated a plan to keep an eye on the happenings next day using our extensive security camera system which could be viewed via my smart phone. Next morning i left for work as usual about 9.00am while my lovely wife was still snoozing in bed. I checked the camera system as soon as I was a few hundred yards down the road. To my surprise I saw that she was already awake and on the phone in our bedroom, but i could not make out what was being said. The phone call was short and she disappeared to the bathroom and I proceeded to office. When i checked about half hour later from office, i could catch glimpses of her in the kitchen and living room. I noticed that she was in a rather short summer frock which looked quite revealing. I was in a quandary whether to rush back home and try to avert a possible scandal or to watch from afar. The decision was taken out of my control as my wife suddenly opened the front door and stepped out. As i switched to the outside camera I saw that our roller gate was opening. It was with mixed feelings that I watched Aj ride in on his big motor cycle. I noticed that he was briefly dressed than usual - a figure hugging skinny T shirt, cut off shorts and leather sandals. The resolution on these new cameras allowed me to see everything in vivid detail. As the roller gate closed shut my wife stepped into camera view from the front door step to greet him. Her face was radiant when he reached into the carrier basket of his bike and presented her with three flower plants. They walked out into the garden with the plants in hand and I kept switching cameras to follow their progress. It seemed that they were discussing where to plant the new plants and there didn't seem to be anything amiss. I couldn't get any audio input at all in the garden. I was starting to get my hopes up that everything was fine and this was a purely professional visit. They returned to the house in about 10 minutes and my hopes were shattered. My wife being the very gracious hostess got him sitting on our brand new sofa and disappeared into the kitchen saying she would get him a drink. Aj didn't remain seated but stood up and slipped of his sandals, pulled off his T and walked around our living room in bare feet and sat down again. I couldn't help noticing that he was luxuriantly hairy in the correct places. As soon as she reappeared with 2 glasses of fruit juice in hand he accepted his and gestured to my wife to sit next to him. I was rather ecstatic as she demurred. Was she coming to her senses and resisting this virile guy, however strong the temptation? Aj would have nothing of it. He reached out and pulled her by her hand and made her sit by him. 'Mokada madam, bayawelada?' (Why ma'am, are you scared?) He asked in his deep growly voice. She giggled softly and shook her head. 'Ehenam langata endako' (then come closer to me). He put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her to him. She didn't show any resistance and leaned on his hairy torso. Aj brought his glass to her lips allowing her to sip his drink. It was a romantic sight but not a happy one for me. Though it was difficult to follow their murmured conversation it was obvious it was romantic. In a few minutes my wife had her head buried in his hairy chest, her favourite position it seemed. Aj eased back on the sofa while stroking her bare shoulders. I wished i could zoom in the camera as my wife seemed quite busy. It seemed as if she was kissing his nipple making him sigh in ecstasy. This was something she never used to do for me, so he must be a very special guy for her to go to all that trouble. I could clearly see Aj opening the top button of his cut off shorts and easing down the zipper. Then he slowly eased her face up to meet his in an open mouthed kiss. I should have been livid with rage, but realised that i was experiencing a quickening of my loins. I was getting turned on by the sight of my wife French kissing another man, albeit a virile and handsome younger guy. My wife loves kissing and will spend long periods smooching away if allowed and gets completely turned on by it. It was evident that Aj seemed to be an expert kisser by the way their bodies writhed as the kissing continued. He pulled her on top of his body as the kissing continued and his large hands roamed all over her body. The thin straps of her frock were teased down off her shoulders without any resistance on her part. The moans emanating from my wife confirmed that she was fully turned on and i was curious how this would proceed. I got up and locked my office door to avoid being disturbed. When i returned to my desk i found that Aj had managed to pull up my wife's short dress revealing her skimpy knickers. I couldn't help but admire my 40 year wife's firm buttocks and thighs. He pulled her thighs apart making her straddle his slim hips. I am sure that she would have been able to feel it, if he was sporting a hard on. The writhing continued and i was sporting a hard on myself at the erotic display. The seduction continued undisturbed and her dress was peeled down even further with none of the reluctance I had seen from my wife the day before at the garden centre. In fact she raised herself up probably allowing Aj to see her pert girlish breasts. Though i couldn't see Aj's face from my camera angle from the ensuing actions, i could guess that he probably dived in and started kissing or sucking her nipple making her rear back her head in intense pleasure. Her moaning became louder as well. Aj was now on a winner technique. My wife loses control completely if her nipples are kissed or nibbled on and he seemed to have chosen the right technique. The erotic teasing on her breasts continued unabated making my wife moan and squeal in pleasure and repeatedly throw back her head as he made all the correct moves. I heard him say something which i couldn't quite make out due to the poor audio quality. But she slowly moved off his body almost reluctant to stop all the pleasure he was giving her. Aj lifted his hips off the sofa and slowly pushed his shorts down his strong hairy thighs. His cock sprang up almost making me gasp. I had always prided myself as having a large cock which was about seven inches long. But this guy's seemed much longer and very much thicker and sporting a huge head. I could also see the awe on my wife's face as she stared at it almost reverentially. Did this mean that this was the first time she was seeing it? Was this their first successful tryst? Did i need to rush home and put a stop to it? Aj pulled my wife's small hand onto his rampant cock. She did not have any reluctance about handling it and started moving her hand up and down slowly, drawing some heavy breathing and soft growls from Aj. 'Api udata yamuda' ('Shall we go upstairs') my wife asked. 'Madamgey kamaththak' ('Whatever you want ma'am') he said getting up from the sofa and dragging her by the arm. It was almost with envy that i watched his huge cock slap up against his flat belly. There was also a feeling almost like pride, a pride about my forty year old wife being able to generate such intense sexual attraction in such a very masculine young guy who was more than fifteen years younger than her. 'Ada sir keeyatada enne?' ('What time will sir come') he asked obviously referring to me while stepping out of his shorts. 'dolahen passé enda puluwan' ('might come after twelve') she replied, leading the way towards the staircase leading up to our bedroom. I could not bring myself to switch to the camera in our bed room even though my treacherous genitals were of another mind. To be continued.