Ban Holiday Gardening

Wasn't bank holiday a scorcher. John, my husband, and I just felt like laying around but the garden needed some attention and so we set to it. I was wearing a t-shirt and shorts as I knelt to weed the front garden. John was trimming the hedge in the back.

About eleven o'clock John came round the corner of the house to talk to me. The first I knew was his shout of "Hold it!"

I was on all fours as I reached out for a particular weed. I froze thinking something was wrong. I heard his quiet steps on the lawn behind me and then - suddenly - he yanked my shorts down and kissed my bottom.

"John!", I shouted and, grabbing at my shorts which were round my knees, I rolled over onto my back to pull them up. MISTAKE! This of course presented my bush to John and he immediately buried his face in it preventing me pulling my shorts up.

"John," I cried again, "anyone might come along." We were, after all, as I said, in the front garden. He couldn't speak of course. Despite the pressure from my thighs he didn't show any sign of moving. I saw his eyebrows rise and saw his eyes. I'm sure that - despite being full of quim - his mouth was grinning.

And then he hit my sweet spot. His nibbling had caused the usual involuntary action from my pussy lips - after all, they didn't know we were in the middle of the front lawn - and they had parted to allow him access to my clit and he had used it. Suddenly we could have been in the middle of Regents Park; I didn't care anymore.

I don't think it took long for me to climax and I lay there panting afterwards. I still had my eyes closed when I heard John's voice, from a distance, say "Do you think you ought to sunbathe in the front garden with no clothes on?"

I opened my eyes immediately and looked down. The bastard had stripped me completely while I was climaxing. Looking around me - fortunately no-one was passing - I leaped up and charged after him as he disappeared round the side of our garage. I caught him in the middle of our back garden and made a grab for my clothes. He just lifted them out of reach and laughed so I yanked his shorts down, tripping him up.

I could now get at my clothes but was conscious of his beautiful cock, already at half mast, nuzzling my tits as I reached across him. I switched my attentions to his member, taking the base in one hand and slipping my lips round its helmet. As I stroked his balls it stiffened completely, parting my teeth and poking the back of my mouth.

John had dropped my clothes and was leaning on his elbows watching me at work. I grinned up at him as I tickled his knob with my tongue. I was kneeling between his legs and decided that he might as well be licking me again rather than just his lips. I swivelled round, presenting my fanny to his mouth again and immediately felt my heart quicken and my fanny twitch as he licked me out.

It was as I raised my head in ecstasy at one point that I caught sight of our next door neighbour - a woman of thirty - watching us from her upstairs window. At first, I froze but, Linda being a good friend and John really working me up again, I thought "What the hell!" and set to deep throating John even more.

It was a race to see who came first. I won (by a short head?) and, as I did, pulled and sucked hard on John's cock and felt it twitch as it spurted cum in a short fountain in front of my face. I looked up - Linda was still there - and I grinned and waved.

Next day, when I invited her in for coffee, she mentioned it and said that she'd had her hand in her knickers and had come too and that it would have been an ideal position from which to video us if she'd had her camera handy but she hadn't wanted to go and get it in case she missed anything! I asked where she kept the camera and she said "In the bedroom now!". I couldn't stop thinking about it and, although John didn't know it, I determined to provide a repeat performance for the camera the next Saturday.

My cunt was sopping all week just thinking about it. On the Friday, while John was at work, I took my shorts, cut the legs right back to the crutch seam and put a short slit up each side. Trying them on I was already excited when the view in the mirror confirmed that my nice round bottom was nearly totally revealed and the thin crutch now bit into my cunt so that, when I bent over as I had the previous week I revealed my pussy lips quite openly.

I was beginning to get wet again just standing there in front of the wardrobe so changed quickly. Next day, despite John's protests, I insisted that we had more gardening to do. Sending him outside, I nipped up to our bedroom, put on the shorts and an old shortie t-shirt I had dug out specially (I knew that, when I bent over, this would ride up and bare my tits). Before leaving the house, I telephoned Linda and said simply, "Another nice day for gardening, I see."

I went outside; John was nowhere to be seen. I thought he must be in the front garden so, picking up a trowel, I walked round the side of the house. He was actually standing in next door's drive talking to Linda's husband who was washing his car.

For some reason I thought "Bloody cheek." and stood there with my hands on my hips. I saw Paul (the neighbour) look up at me and realised that, even just standing there I must have presented an interesting sight with my shirt only just covering my tits and my pussy lips straining to escape from both legs of my shorts at once. I suddenly felt even more wicked. Until the previous week I had never thought of myself as an exhibitionist but I had been running hot all week since Linda had watched us in the back garden.

I turned away and, kneeling down, deliberately pointed my bottom into the air as I pretended to turn the soil with my trowel. I knew I was showing my fanny directly at Paul and I could feel the pressure from the seam of the shorts. I dipped my shoulders and the shirt rode up leaving my breasts dangling in fresh air.

Two lads went by and wolf whistled as they passed. Surely, that had to bring John running? But no, he stayed there talking to Paul. It was bloody obvious now that he knew what I was doing and just seeing how far I would go.

I turned and sat on the lawn facing John and Paul. With my feet flat on the floor and my knees apart my cunt was on full show and I pulled the narrow seam to one side and stuck two fingers in my hole. God, was I wet! My heart beat and I couldn't stand it any longer. "Well," I thought, "he won't expect this!" and I stood up, stripped off both my shorts and my vest, leaving them in the middle of our front lawn, and walked out of our drive, along the pavement, into Paul's drive, grabbed John's arm and said, "If you don't come and fuck me now, I'm going to find someone who will!" With that I tugged him back round into our back garden where we didn't muck about with any oral preamble but had a good old-fashioned shagging.

I had got so worked up, all my planning about camera angles and making it last had been forgotten but fortunately Linda had known that John was in their front drive and had positioned herself at their front window. She'd captured everything from my bending over to my finger fucking myself to our eventual dash to the back lawn and had got to her back window in time to capture our rutting on film too.

The film's actually a bit wobbly in parts and she says it's a wonder that she could hold the camera at all because Paul had come in and up behind her when John and I had run round the back and was mauling her tits as they both watched us, but both she and I have copies of the film and both couples get off on it regularly. We're now talking about making a joint movie.