Sue Set Free: the Fence

I'm in an open relationship. My husband has his mistress, and I have whoever I want. Sometimes Dave, my husband, likes to watch my little adventures, usually from afar, so as not to put off my beau, and sometimes he pushes me into them.

A while ago, he had me play out a scene with him in the garden where he was the gardener and I was the sexy housewife. The thing is, the gardeners were actually there next door, and I ended up getting them off through a hole in the fence I now think of as my own private little glory hole.

Recently, I got a text message from an unknown number out of the blue.

I no what ur

OK, I thought, who knows what I am? I ignored it, and figured it would go away, and just carried on living my life. It wasn't the last message though.

The following day I got another message.

I no u fucked ur gardner

Well, that just made me laugh, I don't have a gardener, Dave cuts the grass. But then I started to think it was probably one of our neighbor's gardeners, who'd thought Dave was hired help and watched me fuck him. Ah, in that case though, I'd either sucked, fucked or tit jobbed whoever was texting me too. Hmmm. Just as I was getting ready to reply, I got another message.

I sucked ur tit

Ah, OK, so it was the second gardener then. I was tempted to give him a piece of my mind, but then I quickly got another message.

if u dont want me 2 tell ur husband u stand naked at back door at 5 for 10 minutes so know u agree

This, however, threw me, as the gardeners weren't over today, and were never over that late.

I went and found Dave, and showed him the messages.

"This is your fault," I told him. The whole thing had been his idea. "The second gardener's trying to blackmail me."

"Interesting," he said, ever the master of understatement. "I thought there were only two gardeners, remember? That makes me think the third, sorry, second one wasn't a gardener. What do you want to do?"

"I want to write out a sign saying 'fuck off' and leave it in the back window this evening."

"But don't you want to figure out who it is?"

He obviously wanted to know. And to watch me in whatever ended up happening.

"I suppose," I sighed.

"Well," he said, "they had to be next door when the gardeners were there, and I know Mike and Cathy were out, because I saw them go."

"But whoever it is, how did they get my number?"

"I reckon," Dave said, thoughtfully, "it's their son. He moved back home after college, and there are supposedly no jobs around, so he's still there."

"Christ," I said, "how young is he?"

"Oh, you're fine," he said, "he's got to be twenty or twenty one by now."

"Why can't he go and bother somebody his own age?"

"'Hi, I'm Drew, I'm unemployable and I live with my parents'? Real panty dropper, that one."

"Right," I said, "I'll go and get my sign made up."

"Or," he said, dragging it out, "you could roll with it. You know you like being ordered around at times. If he gets too creepy, you can tell him to fuck off, or let me, um, have a word with him."

"But what if he tells Mike and Cathy?"

"He hasn't yet, and if he does, why would they believe him?"

"I guess," I said.

I was starting to wonder what was going to happen, and I could feel myself getting all tingly. I like new adventures, especially when I'm not totally in control.

"OK," I said, "let's do it."

"I'll tell you what," he said, "I'll hide upstairs so I can watch for whoever it is, and see if we're right about it being Drew."

"Good plan," I said.

I looked at my watch - I had about twenty minutes.

"I think I'm going to go and make myself look nice," I said.

I headed upstairs and stripped out of my sweats. I wasn't going to be getting dressed again, so I jumped in the shower and got myself all clean and shaved and trimmed.

I was back downstairs with about three minutes to spare.

Just before five, I went and I stood by the back door. There was just a net curtain hiding me from whoever was looking to see me naked. Well, naked again, most likely.

I put my phone where I could easily see and hear it, and stood by the back door.

After I'd been standing there for a minute or so, my phone beeped.

Open curtain

I took a deep breath, reached out and pulled the curtain back. I stood there, holding the curtain, for a couple of minutes. My phone beeped again. I dropped the curtain and went and picked it up.

Come to fence

I texted him back.

What do you want?

Sort this out

"Dave?" I called. "He wants me to go outside."

"I can't see him," he called back, "go out and see what he wants."

Fine. I grabbed a robe, put it, and a pair of slippers, on, and opened the door. I dropped my phone in my pocket. I'd only got a couple of steps onto the patio when my phone beeped.

Naked

Oh really? I hung on to my phone, but stripped off otherwise. I left my robe and slippers by the door, and headed towards the glory hole in the fence.

Half way there, when I was on the grass and probably couldn't be seen from the fence, I glanced back. I could see Dave in the window, just, and he had his good camera pointing at me. I did wonder whether he'd set this up for a moment, I can tell you.

I kept walking, and when I got to the fence, I said "I'm here."

I could see an eye at the glory hole, peering at me.

"So what did you see?" I asked him, knowing he couldn't have seen me fuck the gardener, because that was Dave, and he'd have recognized him.

"I was in the garden, and the gardeners were by the back fence."

It was Drew, I recognized his voice.

"You were sucking one off, and I asked the other what was going on. They told me you'd fucked your gardener, and were sucking them off. I told the guy I wanted to be next, and he let me. And you jacked me off."

"So you didn't actually see anything?"

"I saw your tit," he said.

"What do you want, Drew?" I asked him.

"A blowjob," he said.

"And then you'll leave me alone?"

"Yes," he said. Obviously he was lying.

"How do I know that?"

"Well, you don't. You'll have to trust me."

"So why should I do anything?"

"Because you don't want me to tell your husband."

"Fine," I said.

I went to the fence, and knelt down in front of the hole. I looked at him, and he looked at me. Then he stood up. I looked back at the house, and at Dave. I gave him a little wave, as I heard Drew's zipper going down.

His cock poked through the hole, and I took it in my hand. I slid my hand up and down it, getting it hard.

"Suck it now," he said.

I thought that was romantic. Not. Still, I guess I had a job to do, so I stuck my tongue out and licked around the head. I was hoping that as he was young, he wasn't getting his dick sucked too often, and it'd be over quickly.

I carried on sliding my hand up and down, only now my mouth followed my hand. It didn't take more than a couple of minutes and he groaned and came in my mouth. I swallowed it down and stood up.

"Now we're done," I said, and stalked back to the house, grabbing my robe and slippers on the way.

Dave was in the kitchen when I opened the door, and he was grinning.

"It was Drew," he said as I walked away from the door.

"I know," I said. "Little fucker."

"Oh, c'mon, you love this."

He was a little right. It's fun to not always be in control. Still.

Dave grabbed my hand, pulling me to the bedroom.

"The pictures I shot look great," he said.

"Uh huh."

I sat down on the edge of our bed, and he came over to me. I grabbed his shirt, pulling him with me as I lay back on the bed, my robe forgotten on the floor. Dave stopped short of kissing me, but pulled his shirt off. He backed up and undressed, then came back to the bed. He stood between my spread open legs, and arranged himself so he could comfortably stick his cock in me, which is what I was really going for.

Once he was all the way in, he started a grinding motion, so he was rubbing against my clit. After the previous hour's activities, it didn't take long before I was cumming, holding him against me with my legs wrapped around him.

"Let go, I want to cum in your mouth," he said urgently.

I unwrapped my legs from him, and he pulled out and crawled up towards me, but he was already dripping cum on my tummy on his way up. He grabbed his cock, holding it tightly until he got to my mouth, where he pushed it in and let go, flooding my mouth with cum.

When he was done, he climbed off me, then sat next to me as his cock softened.

"That was awesome," he said, lazily scoping up his cum with his fingers and wiping it on my face. I managed to grab his hand and lick it clean, then got up and headed to the shower to get clean. Again.