Title: the-gardener-gets-lucky.txt (MMF, wife, exh, couples,
swing)
Authors name: Willie Duet

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The Gardener Gets Lucky

I got off work at four.  I wanted to see what Armand had done for
our landscaping project at the house.  Armand does a lot of work
around our place.  My wife Sheila is usually the one who directs
him, but I like to check in just to make sure they aren’t getting
something completely cockeyed.  I also like to check in because
Armand has some friends in the dope business and he is constantly
scoring some very nice weed, so I like to buy in at the same
time.  I just pay him twice as much as I would have for his labor
alone and he brings me three or four ounces of grass or hashish.
This particular day I was anxious to meet with him because a long
promised stash of Vancouver green had arrived, and I had been
without any to smoke for a week.  I had gotten into a nice
routine, smoking every night, and I liked it.  Whenever I had a
little break from this routine I would realize just how much I
liked it. Anybody that thinks weed isn’t addictive has never
smoked it steadily for a month or two.

My wife knows I smoke and sometimes she gets on me about it but
generally lets me alone. For one thing, it means she can get away
with stuff herself.  How much she gets away with I was soon to
find out. But for me it meant we got to ignore each other’s
little issues.  For another thing, if she’s in the mood for sex
she knows that grass makes both of us more disposed to just go
for it; the stupid arguments we otherwise get into don’t happen
when we’ve smoked a joint or two.  Sex is never better than when
we are both high.

Sheila has a nice body and she likes to show it off in an earthy
way.  Her favorite outfit working in the yard is an old pair of
cutoff 501 button fly jeans, minus the top two buttons, and one
of my old work shirts; no panties, no bra, no shoes.  There is
nothing sexier to see than her bending over with the shirt
gapping away to reveal her boobs hanging down, nice 38 Ds with no
tan lines and big pointy nipples that pucker up hard at the
slightest provocation.  Even better is the sight of her standing
with hands on hips, her shorts low down with a few little curls
of pubic hair poking out where the buttons are gone, her nicely
rounded belly and navel on display under the half buttoned work
shirt.  It doesn’t get any better than this, going to the nursery
with her dressed this way, to see the reactions guys have to her.
 More than once we’ve got it on as soon as we got home, because
she looked so hot and I just couldn’t keep my hands off her.

This day I parked in the carport and walked around to the back,
because I knew that Armand would be putting his tools away and
Sheila would be making a list of the things she wanted done next.
 I had a roll of bills to pay Armand in my pocket.  As I rounded
the back corner of the house I heard them talking.  Then I saw
Sheila, standing bent over with her hands on her knees, looking
intently at something Armand was working on.  He was on his hands
and knees in front of her, next to a newly built retaining wall.
I admired Sheila’s ass.  It was round and firm in her old cutoff
shorts, which had ridden up tightly into the crack of her butt. 
From where I stood, her shirt hung away from her, and I could see
the underside of her tits, and daylight between them.  Wow, I
thought, that means Armand is getting an eyeful too, from the
front. As I came closer he saw me and stood up, making a motion
to dust his knees.  But something caught my eye right then, he
was sporting a bit of a hard on, poking against the front of his
pants. He put his hand over it but that just made more obvious
what it was.  I reached out to shake his hand and he let go of
his dick, and I thought, wow, what a boner, what was he thinking
about?  Looking at Sheila had got him turned on.  I immediately
dismissed the thought, she looks sexy as hell, and it was only
natural that a guy would get excited and want to fuck her.

“Hi guys!” I said, cheerful as I could be.  Armand smiled back,
everything was going to be cool.  Sheila was in a great mood, I
guess it had all gone well.  She waved me close and grabbed my
arm, very excited. Her boob pressed against me.  I looked down at
her generous cleavage.  She had maybe three buttons open and her
tits looked luscious and huge, standing up and out on her chest.
Her nipples made little tents in the soft material of the shirt.
I resisted the impulse to squeeze them.

“Look at this, I asked Armand to make a wall here and I think it
came out great!  What do you think?”  I looked in the direction
she pointed, feeling the warmth of her hands on me.  There were
little glints of blond in her brown hair.  I noticed right away
her eyes were kind of red, and her pupils were enlarged.  Well,
it wasn’t a bad time for pollen, so the only explanation was that
she had recently smoked a joint!  I looked at Armand.  His eyes
were also dilated and bloodshot.  All right!  Things were looking
up, this was going to be just fine.

“Hey, that looks great!  I like what you did, you did well!” The
wall did look good, looked like it had been there forever.  But
my compliment was more to do with the grass they had smoked, and
my imminent participation in getting loaded.  So I gave her a big
hug, this time putting my hand on her ass, lifting her up against
me.  Her thigh pressed tightly into my crotch and I felt my cock
responding.  I suggested that we should all go inside and have a
drink, or something, while I settled up with Armand on the money.
 They agreed enthusiastically. We put the rest of the tools away
and went in to the den, which is at the back of the house with a
view out into the yard.  I asked Sheila to bring us all a beer,
and while she did that I counted out Armand’s wages and the extra
for the dope.  He handed me a fat package that fairly reeked of
grass, chuckling merrily.

I had to state the obvious, “You guys already got started, I can
tell.  I’m surprised, I’ve never known Sheila to smoke in the
daytime.”  He was grinning now.

“You know, man, I was building that damn wall all day, and she
kept making me change it, too high, too low, wrong color rocks,
man she was driving me crazy.  So I took a break and made a j
from your stash, and right then she came around the corner. Damn,
busted, I thought she would be pissed, I was ready to split!  And
she was pissed, pissed as hell, but I said, hey, you’re stressing
me out, I gotta unwind.  And I was standing there with this big
old reefer lit and I took a chance.  I said, why don’t you try
some?  And damned if she didn’t!  I didn’t think she smoked at
all, but she knew exactly what she was doing.  So we smoked it!
Man that is some good stuff.  And after that, everything was just
fine, she mellowed out! That was just an hour ago, about 3:30.  I
finished just when you drove up!”  I slapped his shoulder gently,
smiling.

“Man, that is good to know.  I’m going to remember that.”  Just
then Sheila came in with three Coronas, handed one to each of us
and sat down on the couch next to Armand.  We raised our bottles
in a toast and took a pull.  Sheila looked good, her knees up,
slightly apart, those old loose shorts gapping at the legs, her
boobs pushing at the soft shirt as her chest rose and fell gently
with her breathing, and her slightly stoned gaze looking out at
the yard.  I took the package of dope to my desk and quickly
rolled a few nice fat joints.  I stuck one into my pocket, came
back to the couch with three more.  I sat down at the end of the
couch and lit one, taking a little drag.  I handed it to Armand,
and when he’d toked, he passed it to Sheila, who accepted it
without a word and dragged in deeply. I thought, Armand could
wind up sleeping in the spare room, cause this is really good
stuff. Depending on how much he’d already had, it might be hours
before I’d want him driving. I could feel a big rush building. 
My turn came again.  This was very, very potent.  I said so.

Sheila’s voice was low and husky, “Yeah, this is real good.  You
know me and Armand smoked one right before you came.  I’m likin’
it, babe. I’m likin’ it a lot.”  She smiled dreamily across at me
and Armand, who nodded and smiled back.  One, I thought?  Nah,
they were both lying, I’d guess they’d shared more than one j.

“That’s cool, Sheil’.  I’m glad you guys burned a few to get
started. We’re all friends here.  We can do this.”  She smiled
and nodded, didn’t disagree with my “a few”.  I was definitely
feeling the buzz.  They had to be flying.  I looked at my wife
again.  Oh yes, she was loaded.  We smoked in silence, looking
out at the yard, the fading light.  Armand sipped the last of his
beer. I got up and asked if he wanted another.  My vision was
pulsating.  I heard Sheila saying something.  I looked down and
thought, damn she’s sexy.  I was looking at her tits, watching
her breathe, they looked so good and I wanted to see them, touch
them, suck on them.  My dick stirred in my pants and I had a
tremendous urge to touch myself, right there, right then.  My
hand moved, beyond my control, I stroked my crotch, as my eyes
continued to drink in the lusty beauty of her chest, my mouth
worked on forming a sentence, and my ears took in what Sheila was
saying.

“There are no more beers, that was the last of them. You were
supposed to get more!”  She was right, I had said I would.  She
was mildly upset.

“You better go get some, you can’t disappoint our guest!”  She
gestured with her Corona.  I decided I was ok to drive, I’d only
had a little to smoke and part of one beer. She continued, “Get
the beer, me and Armand will stay here and guard these joints.” 
She giggled.

I was getting my act together, and I managed to speak.  “Damn,
I’m sorry. I’ll go right now, I’ll be back in 30 minutes.  Sit
tight, Armand, here, finish mine!”  I handed him my nearly full
Corona, from which I had only sipped a little.  He sat back
smiling.  I thought, what a nice guy we have working for us.  I
went out through the kitchen into the garage, hearing the door
latch close behind me with a loud click.  On a hunch, I looked
into the storage cupboard.  I saw two cases of Corona in plain
sight.  We had plenty, why would Sheila say different?  She
wanted me out of the house, that much was clear.  I walked out to
my truck thinking about it.  In a few seconds I was driving down
the road, watching my speed and paying close attention to the
road, thinking about Sheila and Armand.

All the way to the convenience store my mind was on my driving
but at the same time I was thinking about the unusual situation
that I had left behind, my wife and the gardener and some very
potent weed, which they’d started smoking before I got there.
That provocative scene in the yard played over and over in my
mind.  He’d definitely been excited looking at her tits, the
shape of his cock had been clearly defined in his pants, he had
the hots for Sheila. Armand never turned down an opportunity to
get loaded, and I knew about his reputation with women. I thought
about Armand screwing my wife, what an interesting idea.  I
decided that would be ok, that I might like that.  Yes, that
would be fine, I thought, turning the image over in my mind.

I got a twelve pack of beer and started back.  Now I was thinking
about Sheila’s provocative looks and Armand’s reputation as a
lover.  The story was that women dug him because he took a long
time to get off.  It wasn’t that he had a huge cock, no, he just
had amazing staying power, and they liked the long ride he gave
them.  I remembered that Sheila knew about this story, she’d
heard it from the cleaning lady, who knew Armand’s ex girlfriend.
 I was worried but more than that I was excited. I wondered , if
I stayed away long enough, what might happen? Was something about
to happen when I arrived?  Was all of this just stirred up by the
dope?  I wasn’t pissed about it, I was actually kind of curious
and more than that, excited to think about my wife fucking
somebody else, somebody I knew. I realized that a part of me
wanted this to happen, that I wanted to see it. Instead of
driving clear up the driveway I parked down in the street and
carried the beer, walking quietly back to the house.  I went in
to the garage, and found that the door to the house was locked. I
came back out and tried the front door, same thing.  We never
locked doors.  Now my heart was thumping. I knew something was
happening.

Still carrying the beer I walked quietly around to the patio, and
bending low, maneuvered myself over to a window that had a view
into the den.  The blinds were down but cracked open, and the
window was open too. I peered in, seeing that Sheila and Armand
were still on the couch.  I moved a little closer, to get a real
good view and and hear them clearly, they were seated about 12
feet away, and they weren’t looking in my direction. I got
comfortable on my knees.

They had moved closer together after I left.  I could see that
they were sharing another joint.  Sheila was sitting cross legged
on the couch, her knee against his thigh, and they were laughing.


“You know he’ll be gone for at least an hour, don’t sweat it,
Armand”, she was saying.  “Besides, we’ll hear his truck in the
driveway.  Just like before.  Relax.”

Sheila had placed her left hand on his thigh, up near his hip. 
Armand leaned back, taking a deep drag on the joint, with his
eyes half closed.  My wife’s gaze had settled on his crotch.  His
pants were tented up by his cock again, he put his hand on it
casually and gave it a squeeze.  She leaned way forward, putting
both hands on his leg, I figured he was getting another great
view of her tits right about now.  And as I watched Sheila
reached up and unzipped his pants.  She unbuckled his belt and
pulled his pants down to mid thigh.  Armand’s cock bobbled up and
she smiled at the sight of it.  His dick was partly stiff, I
couldn’t blame him, any guy would have had a hard on.  Matter of
fact, as I watched Sheila lean forward my cock began to stiffen
too. She put her slender fingers on his shaft and held it,
looking at it intently, her lips parted, licking her lips.  I
watched my wife bend her head closer, closer, planting a kiss
right on the end of it, a kiss that continued with her soft lips
opening slowly, sucking his penis in a fraction of an inch at a
time. As she tasted him, Armand’s cock grew longer.

I watched the firm flesh of his cock as she kept working it with
her mouth.  She closed her eyes and poured her energy into the
blowjob, obviously relishing the taste of him.  As she caressed
him his cock got visibly harder, and she alternated between
taking all of it and licking and kissing up and down the length
of him or concentrating on just the well formed head. I adjusted
my pants to relieve my own cramped stiffy.  Now she was inhaling
his cock, her fingers on his balls, just like she had often done
me, her head bobbing gently up and down, his shaft going deeper
and deeper until her lips were touching the base of it. He was
groaning from the pleasurable sensations.

Wow, I thought, this was better than an adult video.  Armand had
unbuttoned her shirt and I could see her tits swinging free. 
They sure looked good, her nipples were already perky and
pointed.  She moved closer to give him better access to her
chest.  He cupped one juicy breast, then the other, working the
ends between his fingers, eliciting muffled sighs of pleasure
from her.

I liked seeing this.  I squeezed my crotch.  I opened a beer and
sipped it.  She worked on him for 15 minutes, and all that time
he showed no sign of losing control.  He kept up a steady stream
of encouragement, saying “Oh, yeah, baby, that’s good, so good,
yeah right there.”  It was very obvious this wasn’t the first
time she’d sucked his cock.  I realized that the show was going
to get a whole lot better.  And selfishly, I wanted to be more
than a poor spectator in my own backyard.  So I carefully backed
my way out of there, hustling back down the driveway to my truck.
I started it up and drove in to the carport.  Then I used my key
to come in through the kitchen door, making some noise, carrying
the twelvepack.

In the kitchen I called out, “Hey, I stopped at the nursery to
talk to Jane.  Sorry I’m late! Here’s the beer!”. I slowed my
pace as I could hear some rustling of clothes and thumping.  When
I came through the door Sheila was seated back on her end of the
couch, breathing heavily, and Armand was leaning forward,
probably trying to hide his rod.  I smiled at them both, handed
Armand a beer.  Oh my.  They were both smiling sheepishly. Sheila
licked her lips.  She had buttoned her shirt oddly, one button
off.

I took a joint off the table and lighted it, to get things moving
again.  I knew they’d have started fucking, maybe they had,  if I
hadn’t come inside, and I wanted that to happen, but I wasn’t
sure how to get there.  I also wanted to fuck Sheila, and I
didn’t care if I got sloppy seconds, in fact I kind of wanted to
be second now.  So I went over to sit by my wife, and as we
passed the joint I began feeling her up.  At first she started to
push my hands away, like “not in front of Armand”, but I
whispered something in her ear that stopped her cold.

“I was watching you a few minutes ago, from outside.  And it made
me horny.  Do you want to pick it up where you left off?  It
might be fun.  I’m game.”  As I whispered in her ear Armand was
toking on the joint, watching my hands moving under her shirt,
squeezing and teasing my wife’s sensitive tits.  Sheila’s body
sort of melted back into my embrace.

“Are you sure?  Right here, right now?  You’d let me do that?  If
you want we could do that.”  She was smiling now, and turned her
gaze back to her lover, taking the joint from him, taking a puff
and handing it to me.  Sheila slid over next to him and unbuckled
his belt, and unzipped his trousers. Armand was looking at me,
even as he raised up to help her get his pants off.  I just
smiled and nodded, not saying a word, but that was all he needed
to see. She pulled his pants down, and laid them aside.  Armand’s
cock was still hard.  She stood and slowly shed her shirt, then
her cutoffs, all the while watching him, as each of us stared at
her now naked body.

Sheila stepped forward, putting her knees on either side of his
chest, moving deliberately.  Armand was lying back, his pants
off, his boner still wet from her mouth, it was standing straight
up against his stomach, rigidly excited.  Now he put one hand up
squeezing her magnificent tits and the other between her legs on
her pussy.  I knew he had his fingers in her slit, the way she
was rocking her hips and moaning, and I could hear the wetness. 
He brought his wet fingers up to his lips and licked them. She
slowly lowered her ass down, one hand holding his cock up to her
pussy, working it up and down her wet opening.  He had a huge
grin on his face, his hands now grasping her thighs, as she
impaled herself on his cock, slowly sinking down until he was all
the way in.  This was definitely not their first time.  I took my
time with the joint while the steady thumping of Sheila’s ass
banging against Armand’s hips drowned out all other sounds.

Yes, this was a good show.  I smoked and sipped and watched and
listened, getting more stoned and horny by the minute.  They kept
changing position, taking great pleasure in every angle. I
watched her position herself on all fours, and saw him place his
hard, wet cock up to her cunt and work it in, slow and smooth. It
seemed to take forever, to slide in, into her slit. His dick
seemed bigger now, certainly just as hard, the knob of his cock a
deep pinkish purple color.  Sheila strained to back in to him, to
get more of that rod inside her.  He grabbed her tits and boned
her like a dog and made her squeal.  They turned again, oblivious
to my presence, now he was fucking her from on top, his strokes
slow and deep.  Every now and then he pulled out and pressed the
length of his erection against the outer lips of her sex,
grinding it up against her clit, making her squirm and wiggle her
legs and moan some more.

“Oh yes, yes, yesyesyesyes, oh fuck me Armand, you’re making me
cum, ohohowowowo!”  She was wailing and screaming as he drove her
over the edge.  Wow, the stories about Armand were true, he was
giving her a royal fucking.  I realized that my performance
needed to get a whole lot better.  I’d have been done by this
time for sure.  He started to take shorter, quicker strokes now,
and her squeals and grunts came faster. I’d guess he’d made her
cum two or three times already, now it was his turn.  Pulling way
out, then going way in, a few more spasmodic, involuntary
convulsions, and his body began pumping its seed into her cunt.
If it felt half as good as it looked to me, they were both in
ecstasy. I watched her wrap her legs tightly over his arching
back and her arms around his neck as he emptied his balls into
her, his ass clenching and squeezing, their hips making the same
rotating, plunging motion.  As her climax subsided she covered
his face and neck with kisses, telling him how good it was and
how much she liked it. He pulled himself up, his cock sliding
wetly out her hole, making a little popping sound.  He sat beside
her and she raised herself up and bent over his lap, to suck his
penis now covered with the juices of their fucking.  But it was
too much sensation and he made her stop.

She turned then to look at me, a big grin on her face.  “So, is
that what you had in mind?”

“Oh yes, but we’re not done.  Come with me, Sheila, we’re only
just getting started.”  I stood and grabbed her hand, pulling her
off the couch. I embraced her, gave her a kiss, full on her lips,
and put my hand up to squeeze her tit.  I was aching for her
pussy, and the thought that Sheila had just fucked Armand didn’t
bother me at all.

I headed toward the bedroom, saying over my shoulder, “Dude, I’ve
got some business to take care of, make yourself at home.” 
Sheila’s arm went around my waist, and we hurried down the hall.
We tore off my clothes.  We didn’t close the door.  She went down
on my cock eagerly, and I got harder and hotter, seeing her
bobbing her head up and down, leaving my pole wet with her
saliva, remembering how it looked to see her do exactly this to
Armand.  I wanted to fuck her, I needed to put my cock into her
cunt.  I pushed her onto her back and got between her legs.  Her
pussy was wet and open, still dripping with Armand’s come, and
she was looking at me with a big smile on her face.  I grinned
back and asked her if she wanted another hard cock now and she
just nodded her head, oh yes.

I put my dick there and dragged the end of it up and down her
creamy slit, spreading her well used vagina.  She was so slick
and hot, I couldn’t hold back, I slowly sank inside, watching her
pussy lips part around my shaft, seeing and feeling the juiciness
of her pussy, seeing it come out covered with slick, wet semen. 
It felt so fine, and I was so turned on, I pulled myself up so my
rod rode up and down against her clit.  I was using the top of
the shaft to give her continuous stimulation, as I had seen
Armand do to her, something I had seldom done before.  I was
rewarded with squeals of delight, which gradually turned into
shuddering, earthshaking orgasms.  I was so loaded that the
sensation was very different, and that was great, because I
stayed hard.  I thought now I needed to out fuck Armand, I
thought I might lose my wife if he was so much better than me. 
So I never let up, with my cock, with my fingers, even my mouth,
I kept at her and lost track of how many times she got off.  When
I licked his come out of her she held my head right there and
rocked her hips against my face, fucking my face.

Finally, I was getting sore, but still pumping her, lying on my
back with her on top of me.  I had my own climax.  I felt my
balls draw up tightly against the base of my cock and the come
started pumping out of me, adding to the beautiful gushy mess
inside her.

We were exhausted.  We lay together, my cock slowly shrinking
inside her well used pussy, the combined sperm from fucking two
men was dripping out of her, down over my nuts and onto the bed.
I held her close and we kissed, a long, deep kiss.

“Sheila, you know I love you, no matter what you did, or what you
do.  You’re always first with me, and I need to know you feel the
same way about me.”

She looked into my eyes and kissed me again, and said, “I know. 
And I love you too.  And I think we just proved it.  Don’t worry
about Armand.  That is just good fun, you know I’ve always liked
to fuck my friends. And getting loaded, well, I couldn’t stop,
once we started it felt too good to stop, no way would I stop.”

She paused. “You knew I’d done him before. I mean, we started
playing grab ass a year ago, just flirting. I thought you knew, I
figured you didn’t care.  That’s what Armand said.  And that time
you went out of town for two weeks, last summer.  You were gone,
and he was here.  And he gave me some grass, he said if I smoked
it I wouldn’t be so sad, and the time would pass more quickly. 
And I said, well, let’s share it, isn’t it better with a friend?
And it was better, you know how that is.  And I could see he was
getting excited, looking at me.  And I asked him why he was
staring at my tits, and he said he wanted to see them, would I
just take off my top.  So I showed him my tits.  He was so cute,
so polite, asking me if he could touch them.  And then I said if
he could see my tits, and touch them, I wanted to see his dick,
and well, when I saw it, and I realized how horny he had gotten,
I just had to touch it.  And I did.  And one thing lead to
another.  And I admit, I like fucking him.  I mean, I really like
it. I don’t want to stop.”

“And I think you got off on that today. I saw you watching us. 
I’m glad you came in.”  She was smiling now.  “Did you like
seeing me go down on him?  Did it make you hot to see him put his
cock in me, to see us fucking?  Did it make you want to jack off
out there?”

I admitted, it was true, seeing her have sex with Armand had been
a huge turn on.  And knowing that he’d been fucking her all along
was exciting.  And right that minute, it was getting me excited
all over again.  I could feel my cock beginning to swell again
inside her cunt.  So could Sheila.  Incredibly, we did it again,
but this time I didn’t get off, though Sheila had another earth
shattering earthquake of an orgasm.  I fell asleep, feeling so
fine. She truly does love to fuck.

About midnight I woke up alone in the bed, with a craving for
more weed and sex.  I went down the hall and rolled a joint, and
as I lit it up I heard some groaning and some creaking noises
from the den.  In the dimness I could see the two of them, Sheila
and Armand, on the couch, fucking again; she was on hands and
knees, facing over the back of the couch into the room, and he
was behind her, taking long, deep strokes.  My dick was already
rising.  I didn’t care at that point.  I went over and stood in
front of her and held my cock up to her mouth, and she sucked me
right in.

For the next few hours he and I traded places fucking her mouth
and her cunt and her tits, over and over. Later she said she’d
never been so turned on as that, she loved having two hard cocks
in her at the same time. I couldn’t say which was more exciting,
watching Armand put his cock into her, fucking her myself, or
feeling her juicy wet cunt with my fingers, mouth and cock. 
Something about the shape of his dick, sort of an arrowhead look,
parting the hairy lips of her snatch, the look on his face and
hearing her gasping with pleasure, was a huge turn on for me. 
Each time one of us had a climax the other two would be
stimulated to more activity.

Maybe next week we’ll do this again.  Sheila said that it was the
best sex she’d ever had, and she can’t believe that I’m ok with
it, and that my technique is so much better since I learned from
Armand. But as much as she loves me, she likes having two guys at
once.  I can’t blame her.

Willie Duet

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It's okay to read stories about unprotected sex. But
you're playing with trouble if you actually do it other than
with a trusted partner. Be safe, don't be sorry!
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