He reached down to my left nipple and pulled it away from my breast. He knew what he was doing! As he pulled and twisted the hard little end of my breast, I felt the dam breaking inside my pussy! I was coming, and nothing would stop me now. Patrick's cock was suddenly rubbing against my cheek. I turned my head to accept it into my mouth. As his dick sunk into my face, my pussy started to erupt. Damn! As orgasms waved over me, as the self-satisfied feeling of a cum well done settled over my entire body, I turned my full attention to his cock which had by now slithered down my throat. He tasted magnificent. I knew that he wanted his cum, and I was more than willing to give him what he needed. As I continued to suck him off, a movement caught my eye. It was Juan, our gardener.
Juan was walking past the verandah and had stopped at the sight of Patrick getting his cock sucked. I realized the gardener was watching, but my husband did not. I casually pulled my robe back completely, allowing the man who tended our lawn to get a full view of my naked body. At the same time, I started to put a little pressure on Patrick's ass to move him more directly into Hernandez's line of vision. When I had finished my maneuvers, the Mexican could see clearly what I was doing. He now had a full frontal view of Patrick's prick sliding in and out of my mouth, while being able to see my naked body as I began again to diddle my cunt, this time for his benefit.
Knowing that someone was watching what I was doing made me hotter than the first time I'd done it only for Patrick. I came quickly this second time, too quickly for my needs. I wanted the gardener to see it all, to see me shudder in climax, to watch me suck Patrick's cock into my mouth, to watch as I sucked the cum out of the master of the house's hard dick. Patrick had other plans. He stole the hard cock from me, and without a word, lifted me out of my chair and onto the table. My ass was on the edge, in fact, it was centered right where I'd just finished breakfast. Patrick gently pushed me back on the table, moving the cups and plates away from me so I could lay flat.
Once I was lowered into this position, Patrick did what he always does when lust overtakes us. He surprised me!! Reaching past my naked body, he dipped his entire hand in the grape jam jar, scooped up a handful of purple jam, and smeared it all over my pussy and then, as an afterthought, wiped his hands on my tits. I was shocked at this turn of events. One minute I was seducing my husband, in return for his allowing me to dominate the next weekend's festivities, and the next I was laying flat on my back, on the kitchen table, grape jam smeared all over my pussy, and a man who can't even speak English was standing just outside the door watching the whole event! I was mortified, but what could I do? Patrick wasn't about to stop. I realized that when he bent over and put his mouth over my cunt and began licking the jam off my pussy hairs, and out of my quim.
Meanwhile, Juan didn't move. He must have been wondering about the strange Gringo's behavior, but probably his foremost thought was, "How can I get some of that pussy?" Well, don't worry, Juan, when this is all over, and Patrick's gone to his office, I'll still need some cock, and yours looks good from here. I'd never fucked him; the opportunity had never come up. I'd fucked all the other gardeners Patrick had hired, and in time, I'd have probably gotten around to Juan. But this morning's observation of my getting screwed on the patio deck was all the excuse I'd need for moving Juan to the top of my list. All the while I was thinking about the Mexican's cock, Patrick had his mouth covering my pussy, and his tongue was making short work out of the grape jam. I felt myself starting to build toward the ultimate climax. I always come hardest whenever a stranger is watching me. Patrick took his mouth away from my cunt! I wiggled my ass at him. No! I want more. Don't stop. Suck me!!!
I needn't have worried. Patrick had no intention of making me wait. His tongue was replaced by his dick! He was super hard. The very cock that had seconds ago been pumping away inside my head, was now ramming my cunt for all it was worth! And it was worth plenty right then. As soon as his dick made contact with my pussy, pushing aside my outer lips and forcing its way deep inside my hot cunt, I knew I was going to climax hard! It seems like only seconds after he shoved his way into my private love box, that I started to climax on Patrick's cock. And in that same instant, I felt my husband's come flowing into me, spurt after urgent spurt.
We don't often come at the same time. Even after these many years of marriage, our timing is not always perfect. But that morning it was. That morning, I came just as his cock was spitting out the evidence of my pussy's tightness. He came like a man who'd been in prison for ten years. And to think, only the night before I'd fucked him to within an inch of his life. Now here he was, shooting come into me like an eighteen year old boy. And I enjoyed every spurt!
After he finished using my body like he'd use a whore's, I got off the table, and walked weakly toward the door leading into the kitchen. I still had my robe on, but it was covered with grape jam. In fact, I was a mess of purple jam over half my torso! There was grape jam everywhere on my body. Everywhere, of course, except in my pussy. Patrick had seen to that. The only sweet stuff in my cunt was the load Patrick had just dropped off! As I started to leave the breakfast area, Patrick called after me.
"Rachael, be careful of what you do today. And stay out of the yard. I don't think Juan could handle anything else right now."
I couldn't have been more surprised by that. Not only had the gardener seen everything I had, not only had he seen my husband using me like a two-bit slut, but Patrick had known all along that the man had been watching. And still he allowed me to act like a cheap whore in front of the hired help. He'd deliberately treated me like a common cunt, for the amusement of another man! No wonder I love him so!
As I walked up the stairs to my bath, only one thought kept going through my mind. Wait till Friday night, you cocky bastard. Just you wait!
[i]This story continues in The Deal Part II. Enjoy. Write me.[/i]
