Desire Diaries

Screwing the Gardener

Jasmine’s P.O.V

My husband’s suitcase clicked shut for the tenth time this year, and the hollow echo it left in our bedroom felt like a punch in my gut.

He was gone again— another week, another excuse to leave me alone in this big, quiet house staring at the empty side of the bed.

When he called from the airport that morning, his voice was bright. “Hey babe, I have arranged something for while I'm away. His name is Leo. He will be here this afternoon to meet you.”

I forced a smile into the phone. “Sounds great, love. Thanks.”

Leo arrived just as the sun began to dip as his truck rumbling up the driveway. He stepped out shirtless and he was definitely everything I'm looking for in a man.

His dark hair was tousled while his jaw covered in a light stubble that made him look both rugged and dangerously inviting as he carried a duffel bag over one shoulder with his toolbox in the corner.

He kept scanning the garden before his eyes landed on me standing on the porch wrapped only in a thick silk robe that did little to hide the curve of my boobs.

“You must be Jasmine,” he said as his voice kept sending shivers down my core. “Your husband told me a lot about you.”

I stepped forward letting the robe slip open just enough to reveal my lace bra that kept teasing my n*****s underneath.

“And you must be Leo,” I purred. “I have been waiting for someone to… take care of me.”

He blinked, clearly taken aback by my boldness but the flicker of desire in his eyes was unmistaken. “I… I'm here to work, ma’am.”

I laughed in a teasing manner. “Work can wait. I need a massage. My waists been killing me since he left.” I gestured to the small bench beneath surrounded by blooming roses.

“Come on, Leo. Show me what those strong hands can do.” I said in a low tune while staring at him.

He hesitated for a moment before setting his tools down and walking over. As he reached me, I could feel the heat radiating from his body down to his chest and how he felt which each breath.

He placed his palms on my lower back as his fingers kept sinking into my flesh just above my hips and the pressure was so firm.

“Feels good?” he asked but his voice was rougher now.

“So good,” I breathed arching into his touch. “But I need more than just a massage.”

His thumbs dug deeper, pressing into the tight knots along my spine. I could feel his erection pressing against the back of my thigh through his jeans and I knew he was hiding.

I turned my head looking up at him through my lashes and saw the hunger in his eyes.

“Leo,” I whispered, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement, I have been thinking about you since the moment you walked in. I want you to taste me. I want you to eat me until I can't think straight.”

He stared at me for a heartbeat, then a slow wicked smile spread across his face. “You are a naughty little wife, Jasmine.”

Without another word, he dropped to his knees with his hands gripping my hips and pulling me forward until my core was pressed against his face.

The first sipe of his tongue was electric, hot, wet, relentless. He licked slow circles around my c**t then flicked it with the tip of his tongue sending pleasure to my belly.

“Oh f**k… yes,” I moaned as my fingers kept tangling in his hair pulling him closer. “Don't stop. Eat me like you have been starving for it.”

He obliged and his mouth devoured me so hard that it let me feeling breathless. He sucked my c**t hard then slipped two fingers inside me curling them to hit that sweet spot deep.

The combination of his tongue and his fingers had my back arching off the bench as my breast kept bouncing desperately.

He didn’t stop there. With his free hand, he reached up and grabbed my left breast while squeezing it hard enough to make my n****e peek out from the lace.

He began to smark me so hard that left me craving for more which every strike was followed by a rough suck and his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh making me cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

“Harder,” I begged, my voice hoarse. “Smack the harder. Make them red.”

He complied as his palm kept landing on my flesh while the other kept folding my boobs in such a way that they were turning red burning my whole body.

Just as I felt the first wave of orgasm building, Leo pulled back, his lips glistening with my juices. He looked at me with so much lust. “You want more, don't you?”

I nodded, unable to speak but my body trembling with need.

He stood up pulling his jeans down freeing his thick c**k which he didn’t waste time as he flipped me around so I was bent over the bench with my ass high as he spread my cheeks with his hands exposing my tight.

“I have been dreaming about this ass since I first saw you walk through that gate,” he growled. “You are going to take it all Jamine. No holding back.”

A flash of fear shot through me as I have always fantasized about it but never actually tried it.

He pressed the head of his c**k against my entrance with the sensation intensifying with slight pain as I gasped. “Easy… please.” I whispered as my voice kept shaking.

He ignored my plea instead gripped my hips and thrusted into me with a force that stole my breath with a sharp pain stretching me out that made me cry out only to feel deep pleasure taken over.

“f**k… You are tight,” he grunted as his hands brusing my hips as he began to pump brutally into me.

“You like this, don't you? You like being f****d like a dirty little slut while your husband's away?”

“Yes… yes, f**k me harder,” I begged. “Make me feel it everywhere.”

He obliged with his pace, rubbing my c**t so ruthlessly that I could feel all the pressure bulding inside of me.

I felt the familiar tingling in my belly as I knew I was very close which Leo was so determined to push me past my edge.

“Please… let me c*m,” I whined. “I need it.”

He chuckled darkly as his thrusts neve faltering. “Not yet. I want to hear you beg.”

His words smet another wave of heat through me as I dug my nails into the wood of the bench arching my back as I tried to meet his thrusts. “Please, Leo… I'm gonna explode. Please… Let me cum.”

He slowed just enough to build more tension when he smacked me brutally again.

Just at the peak of it all, he pulled out again leaving me empty and throbbing as my p***y clenching around nothing with my ass aching for more pounding.

I was left panting as my boobs still red from his slaps ans my mind haze of need and frustration.

“Look at you,” he murmured. “All wet and shaking, begging for more. You are a f*****g mess, Jasmine.”

I could only mod unable to form words but my body still humming with the aftershocks of the ruined orgasm. He leaned down, his lips brushing my ear. “But I'm not done with you yet.”

He flipped me onto my back spreading my legs wide as his c**k still slicked with pre c*m pressed against the entrance again but this time he entered slowly letting me feel every inch of him completely.

He began to move his thrusts long and deliberate with each one pulling a moan from my lips.

“You feel that?” he grunted. “That's me owning you. That's me making you forget his name.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Yes… f**k me… make me forget everything.”

He picked up his pace again rubbing my c**t in every fast and furious circle possible while sending shocks to my core.

“Leo… I'm gonna… I'm gonna cum.. please…” I kept begging.

He didn't answer me but slammed into me one last time as his c**k hit my deepest spot while he f****d me relentlessly.

I exploded with a scream as my body jerked and Leo groaned as his own release built fast when he gripped my hips so hard I knew bruises would be there tommorrow.

He emptied his hot c*m inside me filling me up so good as we lay there tangled with each other.

The garden was silent except for our ragging breaths and crickets which my husband’s absence felt like a distant memory replaced with raw reality.

I turned my head to look at Leo as his face flushed and his eyes softened brushing a stray of hair from my forehead.

“My husband must never know about this.” I whispered but firmly.

He smiled with a satisfying grin. “Your secret is safe with me, Jasmine.”