I’m thirty-five years old and married to a successful attorney. I’m five-foot-ten-inches tall with blonde hair and green eyes.

Dick and I have been married for fifteen years and have a very good sex life. So good that until recently, he was the only man I’d had sex with since we married. Before we married, I went to bed with countless men. I never really fulfilled my Lady Chatterley-type fantasies.

Our gardener had hired on several new men to mow his customers lawns. Archie was assigned to our lawn. When I first laid eyes on him, I said to myself, “What a hunk.” He is six-foot-two-inches tall, in his late twenties, and very muscular.

From that day in April, when Archie was first introduced to me, I wanted to fuck him. The more I saw on him, the more I wanted him. Always on... Read More