My Wife Asked Me to Help Her Fuck Our Gardener — Part 1

His eyes kept scanning up and down my wife’s body as she leaned back beside him, her thin tight top, her hard nipples perfectly visible, and then her smooth legs and milky thighs. I had a hunch that I knew where my wife wanted this to go.

We’d only lived in the neighborhood for a few weeks, so when I first saw a handsome young man mowing the lawn as I pulled into the driveway, I thought it might have been my mistake. But no, I checked the house number and saw my wife’s car in the other parking spot, so I knew I was in the right place. I shrugged and got out of the car.

I reached back in for my briefcase and watched him mowing our lawn as I walked to the front door. When he saw me he gave a small wave with one hand in a work glove, then turned and pushed the mower in another direction, away from me. I unlocked the front door and stepped inside.

“Lisa?” I called out as I slipped my shoes off.

“I’m in the living room, honey,” I heard her voice.

I found her leaning against the frame of one of the large windows looking out over the backyard, her fingertips slowly tracing over the skin on her bare upper chest, just below her neck. It was a hot day, early summer, and she was dressed in a pair of very short pants that barely covered half her ass and a white, almost transparent, tank top, with her slightly curled blonde hair pinned back to fall between her shoulders.

I ended up standing behind her, one hand on her shoulder, as we looked out at the young stud mowing the backyard lawn. He was a tall young man, almost as tall as me, though with that adolescent slimness. His skin had begun to bronze just a touch, and some curls of shaggy dirty-blonde hair escaped from the rim of his baseball cap as he pushed the mower around. He also wore a pair of old cargo shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt which shifted and slid around on his body with his movements, showing off some of the sweat rolling down his toned chest.

“Honey, why is there someone mowing our lawn?” I asked as she nuzzled into me.

“That’s Rick. I asked our neighbors for someone to help with our backyard and they recommended him.”

“But I could do it…”

“Well, you could…but look at him. Look how hot he is,” she said giving a delighted purr.

I felt my wife bump her ass back around on me until her asscrack found my crotch and she started to rub herself up and down as she pressed back on me, wiggling her butt a little too.

“You want to fuck him, don’t you?” I asked with a chuckle.

“Well… maybe,” she said turning her face back toward me and I saw a big grin and a twinkle in her eye. “Can I?”

I put my hands on her hips and pulled her back harder into me. I was mumbling into her mouth as we kissed, our lips mashing together.

“Fuck, I thought we wouldn’t do that again,” I said, one hand sliding up her top to feel up her big tit.

“What, tell me you don’t want it too,” she said, breaking off our kiss and looking at me as she breathed hard.

“Um, yeah,” I said, a bit surprised.

“Well? Call him inside and maybe I can get him to fuck me,” she said, slipping her hand inside my pants, finding my erect cock, and giving it a couple of tugs.

“All right,” I said and made my way toward the backyard.

I opened the door and glanced around and saw Rick beside his lawnmower.

“Hey! Get over here!” I yelled out and waved my hand over. “Come on inside, take a break.”

He quickly came my way and stepped in, slipping off his shoes in the entranceway.

“Thanks, Mr. Wright.”

“Are you hungry? My wife ordered some pizza,” I said as we walked into the living room.

I swept my hand over to the table. But he was looking at my wife’s face, who had half-turned her body to look at him.

“Hey, Rick,” she said with a big grin.

Her hair was down and fell casually around her shoulders.

“You can hang out with us for a while. You can take a break, right?”

“Um, I think so, Mrs. Wright,” he said rubbing his palms against the side of his pants.

At that moment, there was no mistake about it. Not only did my wife have a crush on this young man, but he certainly was attracted enough to my wife that she’d made him adorably shy. It wasn’t just that she was sitting on the couch in a half-transparent shirt, though I’m sure that helped.

“Come, sit down,” she said patting the seat beside her.

Rick sat on one side of Lisa, exactly where she’d patted the couch, and I sat on her other side. He was staring at the bottle of red wine on the table amid the clutter.

“You want some, Rick?” she asked smiling at him.

He nodded, and his eyes followed her swaying breasts and half-naked ass as she got up to get him a glass. Rick couldn’t take his eyes off my wife’s body as she poured him some wine and handed it over to him. He took a big sip and then set the glass aside as my wife sat back on the couch.

Lisa sank into the couch more and smiled, “Mmm, here I am with two sweet guys. My lovely, handsome husband, and cute Rick,” she looked over at me, then at him. Her breasts rose and fell on her chest with each relaxed breath.

“Do you have a girlfriend, Rick?”

“Uh, not at the moment,” he responded nervously.

His eyes kept scanning up and down my wife’s body as she leaned back beside him, her thin tight top, her hard nipples perfectly visible, and then her smooth legs and milky thighs. I had a hunch that I knew where Lisa wanted this to go so I leaned in closer to her.

“It’s ok honey, you got this,” I whispered in her ear.

Her eyes widened and she shot me an intense look, then sat up and looked right at Rick.

“Rick, are you feeling horny?” she asked him seriously, wetting her lips as she spoke.

His eyes looked at her, away, then back at her.

“Yeah,” he said with a grin then he looked over her shoulder at me.

“No, it’s cool, Rick. I’m not gonna get upset about anything my wife wants, ok?”

We all paused for a second then I watched my wife move over slightly, and put her hand on Rick’s flat stomach, rubbing it with her palm, tugging his shirt up and touching the skin. She gave a little laugh as she used her fingers to undo the top button of his pants.

“Mrs. Wright, shit,” Rick gasped.

My cock was getting hard as well as I looked over and watched my wife undo his zipper, tug down his pants and underwear and pull out his fully erect cock. Her hand rubbed and stroked it, I could see it pulsing in her grip, getting completely hard.

“Oooh, that’s a nice one, honey,” she said and tugged away more at his pants with her free hand. “Take off your shirt, Rick.”

As Rick pulled his shirt off, Lisa slid down between his legs, kneeling in front of him, and tugged his pants off. There I was still sitting fully clothed on our couch, and a couple of feet away there was a naked teen with my wife kneeling between his legs, about to go down on him. I watched Lisa stroke his cock, lean in, lick the cockhead, spit down on his cock, and lick it some more. Rick shivered, his hands at his sides, fingers digging into the couch cushions, as my loving wife looked up at him and sucked his cock, taking him deeper and drooling on it, letting strings of spit run down his shaft and balls.

She pulled off, with a loud pop, and his cock bobbed as she grabbed her tank top from underneath and pulled it off over her head, exposing her large, pendulous, firm breasts. Rick gasped and Lisa sighed as she grabbed his hard cock again and slapped it off one big tit, then the other, leaving wet marks on her flesh.

“Honey, Rick would probably feel more comfortable if you weren’t the only one sitting all clothed,” she said and winked at me.

Then she grabbed the sides of her tits and pushed them over his cock, burying it in there, pumping up and down, spitting down into her own cleavage, leaning in to lick at the cockhead when it popped out the top.

“You like that, baby?” she teased him.

I shrugged and took my shirt off. My wife and I had been involved in multiple threesomes during our years together so this wasn’t new to me. I smirked thinking that Rick was a very lucky guy to get a knockout like my wife treat him this way.

I pulled my boxer shorts off and I started to stroke my cock a little, though I barely needed to; it was already hard, throbbing, and excited as it stuck out up in the air, pulsing. I looked over and both Lisa and Rick were looking over at me, focused on my cock. I’d say Rick’s was a nice size, probably bigger and thicker than average. But it’s not what you have but what you do with it, and I was curious how Rick would perform.

Once I was naked it seemed only natural to slide in a little closer. I sat beside Rick as I looked down at my wife bobbing her mouth on his cock, stroking the base, sometimes leaning down to lick at his balls, which made more precum ooze out the tip. She would occasionally fix me with looks, with his cock in her mouth, though it was hard to say exactly what they were about, except that she was turned on, I was turned on as well, and we both knew it.

Lisa looked up at Rick and caught him staring at my cock as I slowly stroked it.

“You want to see me suck it?” she asked smiling at him.

He nodded his head up and down quickly. She smiled at me and moved over, her big tits swinging, until she kneeled between my legs. She gave me a look and silently leaned down and caught my cockhead between her lips. I took my hand off my cock and just watched her suck hard on the head, twirling her tongue around, then popping off and letting my wet cock bob in the air.

“Oh, God,” she gasped and leaned in to suck down more of my cock, loudly slurping and licking the shaft as she took it in her mouth.

She reached over and grabbed Rick’s cock, stroking it with her other hand as she sucked on me. It was a fantastic blowjob, enthusiastic and passionate, She sucked my thick cock down, slurping on it messily and loudly, letting the cockhead bump her throat until she gagged a little, then bobbing her head and gagging herself on that hard meat a little here and there, making her cheeks puff out and her eyes water.

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