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There's a few things about the house that are more difficult for me to manage on my own. Gardening is one of worst. We have a friend who very kindly mows our lawns for us, but there's lots of other heavy work that I find too much. When the secondary school that our oldest c***d goes to had a charity "auction of promises", of course we went anyway to support their school. When one of the lots being offered was an afternoon of gardening work by a group from the sixth form, that was just too good an opportunity to pass on. I'd checked what local tradespeople would charge for an afternoon of work, and to get four (albeit less skilled) people doing the work had to be worth a couple of hundred. In the end we bought an auction lot for a meal out for two at the local pub for £50, and the afternoon of gardening for £165. After we'd paid I was given the mobile number for Paul, the sixth former who'd be organising delivery of the work.
That weekend I walked round the garden making a note of what heavy jobs needed doing. We have quite a large outdoor space - nearly half an acre - so there was plenty to be done to get the garden in good shape for the end of summer. I rang the number that had been given and spoke to the guy - who seemed knowledgeable and friendly - and fixed an afternoon when the 'promise' that we'd bought would be delivered. It wasn't planned that way, but the k**s were going to be away for a couple of days with my sister and husband as they were taking them with their own c***dren to a couple of trips out at the end of the school holidays, one at a theme park and another rock climbing. I booked an afternoon off work, as did my husband - gardening was always his thing rather than mine, and he likes to check that the work is done to his liking.
When the day came it was a lovely summer afternoon. The four guys turned up a bit early, all wearing shorts and tshirts, looking tanned and fit. Paul was extremely attractive - if I'd been thirty years younger he'd have been just my type. I'm a girl can't help noticing these things, and the effect it has on me. Anyway, I took them into the back garden where my husband was in his chair, and after some introductions I took them around the garden showing them the various jobs that needed doing. I showed them where the tools were kept, and then went to sit with my husband.
After half an hour or so my husband suggested I should offer the guys a beer, as they'd be getting thirsty in the heat. I got four cold beers out of the fridge, opened the bottles, put them on a tray, and walked down to where the guys were working. There's a beech hedge separating out that part of the garden, so they probably wouldn't see me approaching. As I got closer I could hear them chatting. One of them was asking the others if they thought my husband could still 'service' me (that was the word he used), cos it was a waste of good pussy if he couldn't. I stopped near the iron gate through the hedge to listen. Two guys answered that they'd be willing to help.. The fourth guy was silent and then the guy who'd spoken first said "What's up Tom, don't you know what to do with it?" and the others all laughed. I'd noticed when we were being introduced that Tom was quite shy, and I felt sorry for him being teased. Another part of me - no prizes for guessing which part - was getting damp; the guy who'd spoken first was the devilishly good looking Paul. I couldn't help imagining what he'd look like naked, and opening myself to receive him ...
I did a stage cough to warn them I was nearby, and went through the gate with the beers. "My husband thought you'd be working up a thirst - would you like a beer? I can get you something else if you'd prefer." They all took a bottle. Paul was last to take his, and after he'd taken his bottle his hand stroked my arm (I was wearing a sleeveless sun dress - perfectly decent in length but my arms were bare) and thanked me for being thoughtful. My tummy turned with butterflies at his touch. "You're welcome," I said. I looked at the area of ground that they were clearing of weeds and digging over ready for some new planting. "You're getting on well," I said. "This looks really great. At this rate you'll finish everything on the list well inside the afternoon."
I started to turn to go when Paul touched my arm again. "If there's any other jobs, we'd be happy to help. It doesn't have to be in the garden." I smiled and thanked him and walked back through the gate to where my husband was sat on the patio.
"How are they getting on," he asked, and I reported that they were making very fast progress, and had offered to do other things to fill the time we'd paid for. "That's nice of them," he replied. "I can guess which bush they'd want to turn their attention to once they've finished the list. I saw how Paul looked at you. And you at him."
"Rubbish. He's not going to be interested in a woman of my age. None of them are."
"What if they were?"
I tried to think of a good answer. My husband knows me too well, so I couldn't lie. Well before I'd been going out him I'd been a bit wild, and there had been times when I'd been with two or three guys in a session. But that was years ago, and while he knew it had happened (I learned that guys talk too much about that sort of thing) I'd not done anything like that since we were together. Even the times since his accident that he'd arranged for me to have sex with someone else while he watched, it was always one other guy at a time.
My imagination was mostly thinking about Paul; and what room was left in my brain was considering helping Tom overcome his shyness.
"Let's make a bet," he said. "You go put on that white bikini - the one with the tie sides on the briefs. If they suggest they want to fuck you, I want to watch. If not, then at least you'll improve your tan, and I'll do anything you'd like as a forfeit. How's that for a deal?"
I thought for a moment then agreed, and went up to my bedroom to get changed. When I took off my panties I touched myself to feel my wetness, my pussy aroused by that frisson at Paul's touch. My pussy wanted me to stop and play, but that would have to wait. I put on the bikini that my husband had chosen, and went back into the garden to sit with my husband. The four guys were there with him, and he was telling them about the next work that he wanted doing in the garden. I stood behind his chair as he was talking to them, a bit self conscious about what I was wearing. I glanced at Paul, who was looking at my scantily covered breasts, and there was a hint of a semi in his shorts. I went back inside to the kitchen and brought out more beers for them to take with them to their next bit of gardening. Paul glanced at my husband before taking his beer from me, and this time his touch on my arm lasted longer and was firmer.
"Thanks again, Julie," Paul said. "That's a very sexy bikini, just a tug on that bow away from being off. You look great." He looked at my husband, his hand sliding down my arm and then on my waist and then on my hip, toying with the drawstring of my bikini briefs. My sensible brain was telling me to step away, but my pussy was saying otherwise.
"Remember our bet," my husband said.
"You cheated by telling them what we'd agreed," I said, my pussy throbbing at the thought of being revealed to these young men.
"We never said I couldn't," he said, smiling.
I pushed Paul's hand off my hip. "If somebody is going to take off my bikini, it's going to be Tom," I said.
Paul laughed. "OK," he said and stepped back. I beckoned Tom to stand in front of me.
I turned to show him the tie at my back before turning to face him again. As he reached round to untie my top, I whispered in his ear "Have you undressed a woman before?". He had the tie undone and shook his head as I looked at him. I helped him to remove my top. He started at my breasts. "You can touch them if you want. Or kiss them." His hands were shaking as he cupped my breasts, one in each hand, then kissed the nipples in turn. "Now the bottoms," I said, and he reached for the drawstring tie at my hip. "Kneel down first," I said and he crouched in front of me, and I could feel his hot breath on my thighs. He pulled at the tie of my bikini bottoms and then I felt them fall away, his face inches from my pussy. I moved to stand with my legs further apart and told him to touch my pussy, and he slid a finger into my wet hole. "You like that??" I asked and he nodded. "Your cock will be in there next," I said and told him to lie down on the patio. I undid his shorts and pulled them down together with his boxers, and his cock sprang free. It was already sticky with precum. I took it in my hand and started to lower myself onto him.
"Oh fuck," he said as the tip of his cock brushed my slit, and then I felt his cock twitch hard in my hand as he started to cum. The first squirt went up my belly but I quickly got him inside me so that the rest of his cum was inside me. "Sorry," he said when he'd finished. I lowered myself to kiss him briefly. "It's OK," I said. "You can fuck me properly later."
I stood up and wiped my belly and pussy on my bikini bottoms. The other guys had got out of their clothes and were looking at me expectantly. I looked at Paul, and decided he could wait, and took another guy by the hand and went to lie on the lawn, legs spread, and beckoned him to me. He moved on top of me and I reached down to guide him in, and then he started to fuck me, first down on his elbows and kissing me, and then when he was close he raised himself up on his hands and thrust hard and deep until I felt his cock pulse as he came. I was starting to get in the mood to come myself, and reached down to stir his cum in my pussy and rub my clit before beckoning the next guy forwards. He had a nice thick cock and was obviously more experienced, guiding himself into me and fucking me nicely, balancing on one elbow so he could stroke my thighs and kiss my breasts as he moved inside me. I was thinking that in just a few more minutes I'd be able to come when with a groan he finished too.
When he moved off me I beckoned to Paul. "You've saved the best until last," he said, holding the base of his cock and wagging it at me. He was definitely the biggest of the four, and I was sure he'd been plenty active with it. "I'll be the judge of that," I replied as he moved to kneel between my legs. He hooked my legs under his arms and guided his cock into my soaking wet hole. He paused with his cock buried deep in me so we could kiss - he was a great kisser - and then told me to let him know when I was ready for him to cum. Paul started to fuck me hard and deep, and I could have let myself come a few minutes after he'd started, but why waste the opportunity to get a long fuck from a handsome young man? I held back the orgasm as long as I could, enjoying the growing sensitivity of my pussy, breasts, the ache wanting to be released. It must have been nearly 15 minutes I held on like that. When Paul kissed me again and asked me to come soon I nodded and relaxed, letting the next wave build and then told him to fuck me hard because I was going to come. Paul sped up even more and I felt my entire body spasm as the orgasm washed through me, Paul holding my legs down and apart so he could fuck hard, deep, fast and then just as my orgasm was subsiding I felt his cock twitch hard as he came inside me.
When Paul moved off me, Tom asked if he could have his second go and I told him I needed to pee first. I stood up to go to inside to the loo, cum dripping out of me. Paul said I should pee while they watched, like a proper slut, so I squatted down on the lawn and looked Paul in the eye as I released a hot stream of piss. The guy who'd fucked me second got really turned on, wanking himself as he watched me - he was wanking so hard I feared he'd do himself some damage. I'd just finished my pee when he stepped forward and I opened my mouth to let him cum in there.
I pushed down to force some more of the cum out of my pussy, making a last little trickle of pee leak out, then moved to another patch of lawn and lay down, legs apart, for Tom. When he moved on top of me I reached down and guided his cock in, and after a brief kiss I told him to take it slow, and it was likely that having come once with Paul I'd be able to orgasm again quite quickly. Tom started to fuck me slowly and gently, kissing me occasionally, and I started to rub my already swollen clit, trying to make myself come as quickly as possible so Tom could experience being inside me while my pussy spasmed around his cock. Tom was sweating, although he'd not been fucking me that long, and I brushed his forehead with my free hand. "Nearly there," I said, "just hold on a little longer." He nodded, and I concentrated hard and then "Now," I said as I thrashed my pussy over the line and started to come, and Tom groaned as he shot his cum in me for the second time.
Paul wanted to fuck again, but I wanted to get cleaned up and said he should finish the job he was here to do. The guys went back to their gardening, and I went to shower. I know my limits, and I needed a break. We did fuck again before they went home; my husband and I couldn't have been more pleased that we'd won that particular lot at the auction.
That weekend I walked round the garden making a note of what heavy jobs needed doing. We have quite a large outdoor space - nearly half an acre - so there was plenty to be done to get the garden in good shape for the end of summer. I rang the number that had been given and spoke to the guy - who seemed knowledgeable and friendly - and fixed an afternoon when the 'promise' that we'd bought would be delivered. It wasn't planned that way, but the k**s were going to be away for a couple of days with my sister and husband as they were taking them with their own c***dren to a couple of trips out at the end of the school holidays, one at a theme park and another rock climbing. I booked an afternoon off work, as did my husband - gardening was always his thing rather than mine, and he likes to check that the work is done to his liking.
When the day came it was a lovely summer afternoon. The four guys turned up a bit early, all wearing shorts and tshirts, looking tanned and fit. Paul was extremely attractive - if I'd been thirty years younger he'd have been just my type. I'm a girl can't help noticing these things, and the effect it has on me. Anyway, I took them into the back garden where my husband was in his chair, and after some introductions I took them around the garden showing them the various jobs that needed doing. I showed them where the tools were kept, and then went to sit with my husband.
After half an hour or so my husband suggested I should offer the guys a beer, as they'd be getting thirsty in the heat. I got four cold beers out of the fridge, opened the bottles, put them on a tray, and walked down to where the guys were working. There's a beech hedge separating out that part of the garden, so they probably wouldn't see me approaching. As I got closer I could hear them chatting. One of them was asking the others if they thought my husband could still 'service' me (that was the word he used), cos it was a waste of good pussy if he couldn't. I stopped near the iron gate through the hedge to listen. Two guys answered that they'd be willing to help.. The fourth guy was silent and then the guy who'd spoken first said "What's up Tom, don't you know what to do with it?" and the others all laughed. I'd noticed when we were being introduced that Tom was quite shy, and I felt sorry for him being teased. Another part of me - no prizes for guessing which part - was getting damp; the guy who'd spoken first was the devilishly good looking Paul. I couldn't help imagining what he'd look like naked, and opening myself to receive him ...
I did a stage cough to warn them I was nearby, and went through the gate with the beers. "My husband thought you'd be working up a thirst - would you like a beer? I can get you something else if you'd prefer." They all took a bottle. Paul was last to take his, and after he'd taken his bottle his hand stroked my arm (I was wearing a sleeveless sun dress - perfectly decent in length but my arms were bare) and thanked me for being thoughtful. My tummy turned with butterflies at his touch. "You're welcome," I said. I looked at the area of ground that they were clearing of weeds and digging over ready for some new planting. "You're getting on well," I said. "This looks really great. At this rate you'll finish everything on the list well inside the afternoon."
I started to turn to go when Paul touched my arm again. "If there's any other jobs, we'd be happy to help. It doesn't have to be in the garden." I smiled and thanked him and walked back through the gate to where my husband was sat on the patio.
"How are they getting on," he asked, and I reported that they were making very fast progress, and had offered to do other things to fill the time we'd paid for. "That's nice of them," he replied. "I can guess which bush they'd want to turn their attention to once they've finished the list. I saw how Paul looked at you. And you at him."
"Rubbish. He's not going to be interested in a woman of my age. None of them are."
"What if they were?"
I tried to think of a good answer. My husband knows me too well, so I couldn't lie. Well before I'd been going out him I'd been a bit wild, and there had been times when I'd been with two or three guys in a session. But that was years ago, and while he knew it had happened (I learned that guys talk too much about that sort of thing) I'd not done anything like that since we were together. Even the times since his accident that he'd arranged for me to have sex with someone else while he watched, it was always one other guy at a time.
My imagination was mostly thinking about Paul; and what room was left in my brain was considering helping Tom overcome his shyness.
"Let's make a bet," he said. "You go put on that white bikini - the one with the tie sides on the briefs. If they suggest they want to fuck you, I want to watch. If not, then at least you'll improve your tan, and I'll do anything you'd like as a forfeit. How's that for a deal?"
I thought for a moment then agreed, and went up to my bedroom to get changed. When I took off my panties I touched myself to feel my wetness, my pussy aroused by that frisson at Paul's touch. My pussy wanted me to stop and play, but that would have to wait. I put on the bikini that my husband had chosen, and went back into the garden to sit with my husband. The four guys were there with him, and he was telling them about the next work that he wanted doing in the garden. I stood behind his chair as he was talking to them, a bit self conscious about what I was wearing. I glanced at Paul, who was looking at my scantily covered breasts, and there was a hint of a semi in his shorts. I went back inside to the kitchen and brought out more beers for them to take with them to their next bit of gardening. Paul glanced at my husband before taking his beer from me, and this time his touch on my arm lasted longer and was firmer.
"Thanks again, Julie," Paul said. "That's a very sexy bikini, just a tug on that bow away from being off. You look great." He looked at my husband, his hand sliding down my arm and then on my waist and then on my hip, toying with the drawstring of my bikini briefs. My sensible brain was telling me to step away, but my pussy was saying otherwise.
"Remember our bet," my husband said.
"You cheated by telling them what we'd agreed," I said, my pussy throbbing at the thought of being revealed to these young men.
"We never said I couldn't," he said, smiling.
I pushed Paul's hand off my hip. "If somebody is going to take off my bikini, it's going to be Tom," I said.
Paul laughed. "OK," he said and stepped back. I beckoned Tom to stand in front of me.
I turned to show him the tie at my back before turning to face him again. As he reached round to untie my top, I whispered in his ear "Have you undressed a woman before?". He had the tie undone and shook his head as I looked at him. I helped him to remove my top. He started at my breasts. "You can touch them if you want. Or kiss them." His hands were shaking as he cupped my breasts, one in each hand, then kissed the nipples in turn. "Now the bottoms," I said, and he reached for the drawstring tie at my hip. "Kneel down first," I said and he crouched in front of me, and I could feel his hot breath on my thighs. He pulled at the tie of my bikini bottoms and then I felt them fall away, his face inches from my pussy. I moved to stand with my legs further apart and told him to touch my pussy, and he slid a finger into my wet hole. "You like that??" I asked and he nodded. "Your cock will be in there next," I said and told him to lie down on the patio. I undid his shorts and pulled them down together with his boxers, and his cock sprang free. It was already sticky with precum. I took it in my hand and started to lower myself onto him.
"Oh fuck," he said as the tip of his cock brushed my slit, and then I felt his cock twitch hard in my hand as he started to cum. The first squirt went up my belly but I quickly got him inside me so that the rest of his cum was inside me. "Sorry," he said when he'd finished. I lowered myself to kiss him briefly. "It's OK," I said. "You can fuck me properly later."
I stood up and wiped my belly and pussy on my bikini bottoms. The other guys had got out of their clothes and were looking at me expectantly. I looked at Paul, and decided he could wait, and took another guy by the hand and went to lie on the lawn, legs spread, and beckoned him to me. He moved on top of me and I reached down to guide him in, and then he started to fuck me, first down on his elbows and kissing me, and then when he was close he raised himself up on his hands and thrust hard and deep until I felt his cock pulse as he came. I was starting to get in the mood to come myself, and reached down to stir his cum in my pussy and rub my clit before beckoning the next guy forwards. He had a nice thick cock and was obviously more experienced, guiding himself into me and fucking me nicely, balancing on one elbow so he could stroke my thighs and kiss my breasts as he moved inside me. I was thinking that in just a few more minutes I'd be able to come when with a groan he finished too.
When he moved off me I beckoned to Paul. "You've saved the best until last," he said, holding the base of his cock and wagging it at me. He was definitely the biggest of the four, and I was sure he'd been plenty active with it. "I'll be the judge of that," I replied as he moved to kneel between my legs. He hooked my legs under his arms and guided his cock into my soaking wet hole. He paused with his cock buried deep in me so we could kiss - he was a great kisser - and then told me to let him know when I was ready for him to cum. Paul started to fuck me hard and deep, and I could have let myself come a few minutes after he'd started, but why waste the opportunity to get a long fuck from a handsome young man? I held back the orgasm as long as I could, enjoying the growing sensitivity of my pussy, breasts, the ache wanting to be released. It must have been nearly 15 minutes I held on like that. When Paul kissed me again and asked me to come soon I nodded and relaxed, letting the next wave build and then told him to fuck me hard because I was going to come. Paul sped up even more and I felt my entire body spasm as the orgasm washed through me, Paul holding my legs down and apart so he could fuck hard, deep, fast and then just as my orgasm was subsiding I felt his cock twitch hard as he came inside me.
When Paul moved off me, Tom asked if he could have his second go and I told him I needed to pee first. I stood up to go to inside to the loo, cum dripping out of me. Paul said I should pee while they watched, like a proper slut, so I squatted down on the lawn and looked Paul in the eye as I released a hot stream of piss. The guy who'd fucked me second got really turned on, wanking himself as he watched me - he was wanking so hard I feared he'd do himself some damage. I'd just finished my pee when he stepped forward and I opened my mouth to let him cum in there.
I pushed down to force some more of the cum out of my pussy, making a last little trickle of pee leak out, then moved to another patch of lawn and lay down, legs apart, for Tom. When he moved on top of me I reached down and guided his cock in, and after a brief kiss I told him to take it slow, and it was likely that having come once with Paul I'd be able to orgasm again quite quickly. Tom started to fuck me slowly and gently, kissing me occasionally, and I started to rub my already swollen clit, trying to make myself come as quickly as possible so Tom could experience being inside me while my pussy spasmed around his cock. Tom was sweating, although he'd not been fucking me that long, and I brushed his forehead with my free hand. "Nearly there," I said, "just hold on a little longer." He nodded, and I concentrated hard and then "Now," I said as I thrashed my pussy over the line and started to come, and Tom groaned as he shot his cum in me for the second time.
Paul wanted to fuck again, but I wanted to get cleaned up and said he should finish the job he was here to do. The guys went back to their gardening, and I went to shower. I know my limits, and I needed a break. We did fuck again before they went home; my husband and I couldn't have been more pleased that we'd won that particular lot at the auction.
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