Bill, my husband, has always liked to watch me have sex with other people. Sometimes they’re women, but more often than not, he’ll scout a young man that he really wants to see in bed with me. This way, we both get everything we want. I have my wonderful, doting husband. He has a hot, young wife on his arm. And we both get to enjoy my predilection for promiscuity.

Sometimes I’ll pick a partner on my own, but other times we go on the prowl together. Either way, we both have a lot of fun.

Recently, Bill caught me making eyes at our gardener, Jeff. A knowing smile lifted the corners of his lips.

“I used to be able to lift a bag of soil like that,” he said with a laugh. “But those days you were still in grade school,” he added with a wink.

Suddenly, Jeff’s services increased tenfold in our home. Hardly a day went by that I didn’t run into him. Hanging out by the pool? Jeff happened to be planting petunias on the deck. Going to the master bath for a soak? Jeff was tending to the succulents on the adjacent balcony.

It was obvious Bill was throwing us together as much as possible, so I took my husband’s lead and propositioned the sexy landscaper.

Of course, Jeff and I wouldn’t be alone during our dalliances. Bill never joined in during any of my amorous activities with others, but he always enjoyed a front-row seat. In fact, the first afternoon Jeff and I hooked up, Bill sat in the corner, slowly dragging on his cigar, while intermittently offering my young lover pointers on how to please me.

Soon, my supervised fuckfests with Jeff became a regular thing. Poolside was easily my favorite place to have sex with him. Bill had hired a team to construct an incredible cabana overlooking the pool. It was essentially a king-size canopied bed that was shaded from the summer sun.

One afternoon, Jeff surprised us mid-dip. He wasn’t supposed to be working, but he came by to see if we were interested in playing — and we were.

While Bill lay floating on a raft, Jeff carried me over to the cabana. He placed me on the mattress, making certain I was in full view of my husband. Then he opened my legs wide, so wide that my tiny bikini bottom couldn’t contain my pussy lips.

Jeff crawled between my legs and licked along one side of the suit’s skimpy crotch before turning his attention to the other. Once he got me good and wet, he pursed his lips and blew over my sex, cooling the sensitive flesh.

Goosebumps spread across my thighs, which had already started to tremble. It didn’t matter that Jeff focused solely on my sex — every bit of my body remained on high alert.

“Grab one of those pillows and prop my lady up, Jeff,” Bill called out from across the pool. “I want to see my wife’s face when your lips close over her clit.”

Without missing a beat, Jeff grabbed several throw pillows and positioned them behind my back, then he went right back downtown.

Instead of removing my bikini bottom, Jeff chose to suckle my sex through the fabric. The thin piece of spandex dulled the sensation, but only for a moment. That’s because his relentless tongue-lashing got the material so wet it became plastered to my pussy. Now, instead of it softening the impact of Jeff’s tongue, it intensified my reactions. Even the texture of the fabric added to my pleasure. It stimulated my sex in new and exciting ways, eliciting feelings I’d never experienced from mere skin-to-skin contact.

Soon my breasts began to buzz from a need to be touched. My hands drifted along my torso and up to my chest, swooping up to cup my heaving globes. It wasn’t a conscious action, so much as a natural reflex to tend to a need I couldn’t ignore.

I absentmindedly fiddled with my bathing suit top, working my fingers underneath it to gain access to my nipples, and I heard Bill clear his throat.

“My wife obviously wants you to touch her breasts, Jeff. What are you going to do about it?”

Within seconds, Jeff’s fingers tangled with my own. Being a tall guy certainly had its advantages. Jeff’s long arms allowed him to fondle my breasts without having to move his mouth away from my slit.

I reached around the back of my neck and tugged at the strings securing my bikini top. After both bows came undone, I gripped the tiny garment and tossed it blindly into the pool.

Bill’s long whistle broke the silence.

My eyes fluttered open in time to see Bill peel my bikini top off of his face and place it on the raft beside him.

“I know you weren’t aiming for me darling, but I appreciate you bringing me into the fold.”

Then he said to my partner, “Nothing to stop you now. Make sure my wife’s nipples get plenty of attention. You know what my baby likes.”

Always quick to follow an order from Bill, Jeff traded gentle strokes of his fingers for quick, firm tweaks. Every pinch made my nipples grow longer and harder. Normally a bright, bubble gum pink, my nubs had darkened to a deep, rosy red.

Knowing Bill enjoyed hearing how my partner’s actions affected me, I didn’t bother to bite back the groan that rumbled in the back of my throat.

“That’s what I want to hear,” my husband said approvingly.

Good thing Jeff can play my body like a fiddle. He knew exactly what to do to keep those moans coming.

Our gardener left one callused hand massaging my breast while he skimmed the other down my side and over my hip, pausing just long enough to unravel the side bow that secured my bikini bottom. His work-worn skin tickled my delicate flesh as he brushed the fabric to the side to fully expose me.

My breath caught in my chest when Jeff circled the tips of two fingers around the entrance to my pussy. I was so fucking ready to feel him inside me — even if it was just his fingers to start.

“Is she wet?” Bill asked.

“Oh God, yes,” Jeff replied before lowering his mouth to my split.

Of course, Bill just had to know more and requested, “Tell me what she tastes like.”

Jeff lifted his head, locked eyes with me and said, “Tangy and sweet. Just like a warm, ripe plum.”

“Well then, by all means, eat up, man!”

Before Jeff ducked back between my thighs, he jammed a couple of fingers into my pussy, hooking them upward and applying extra pressure to the oh-so-sensitive bundle of nerves tucked inside. A sly grin tugged at the corner of his lips. He knew exactly what buttons to push to send me shooting over the moon.

Then Jeff sucked my clit between his lips again, and I absolutely lost my mind. My hips thrust upward, lifting my ass off of the bed and pushing my pussy against his face.

Jeff has this magical way of rubbing his lips together while my clit is nestled between them. Soft and thick, his lips massage the bud, gently building me up to a powerful release. This time, though, Jeff added a bit of a twist to his tried-and-true routine. His tongue flicked at my clit, tapping out a steady rhythm while his lips continued to caress it.

That move earned him one long, loud, earth-shattering scream. If our staff inside the house hadn’t been aware that Jeff and I were having sex outside, that was no longer the case.

And Jeff still wasn’t done. While I was busy falling to pieces, he slipped two more fingers into my pussy, filling me to the max.

My own fingers flexed and stretched, twisting the linen sheets beneath me. It was impossible to stay still and absorb all the sensations that wracked my body.

Desperate to regain control, I directed all of my over-sexed energy to meet Jeff’s fingers thrust for thrust. I bent my knees and planted my feet flat, arranging my body so I could rock my hips hard and fast.

Tension built between my legs and started to spread to the rest of my body. Another scream was formulating, lingering at the back of my throat. It was so close, threatening to fall from my lips at any moment and then —

Aaaah!

My limbs turned from stone to mush in seconds. The only part of my body that remained tight was my pussy. Its clenching walls spasmed around Jeff’s fingers as he eased himself out of me.

But better things were on the horizon. Jeff unfastened his pants and directed his rock-solid cock into my slit. He

dove inside me while my pussy was

still twitching, picking up right where he left off.

As good as four fingers had felt in my pussy, a hard cock felt even better. Its thick, flared head rubbed against all of my most sensitive bits, allowing me to ride the wave from my first orgasm right along to my second.

“That’s right, Jeff, you rail my wife good.”

Hearing Bill’s voice had a sort of Pavlovian effect on my pussy. The sound of his approval made my sex positively drip. All of that extra juice made it even easier for Jeff to drive into me at a breakneck speed — just the way I like it.

Suddenly, there was that beautiful tension again. This time it coiled up in my belly, slowly growing tighter until my legs shook from the force of it.

That’s when Jeff snuck a hand between us and pressed his thumb to my clit, taking me over the edge.

My pussy gripped Jeff’s cock, caressing his steely shaft while he rode me to a release of his own. I knew Jeff had neared his peak when his lightning-quick movements became hard, staccato pulses. Moments later, he shot his load into me.

After the last of his come jetted into my channel, Jeff pulled out and rolled off to the side. Hot semen dripped from my slit onto the bedding below, leaving a lovely bit of evidence for Bill to admire later.