Shadows in the Rose Garden

The rain hammered against the windshield as I pulled up to the curb, the headlights cutting through the dense fog that clung to the trees lining the street. I killed the engine, letting the sudden silence settle around me before switching off the headlights, plunging myself into the darkness. My clothes were dark, a charcoal grey that blended seamlessly with the shadows, so as I stepped out of the car, I was practically invisible. The damp air clung to my skin, raising goosebumps, but the anticipation thrumming through me was far more potent. This was it, the culmination of weeks of planning and obsession.

I began my trek down the street, keeping to the periphery of the houses, hugging the dense bushes that lined the sidewalk. The rain intensified, plastering my hair to my forehead, but I didn't break stride. My target, a charming little Victorian house with a meticulously manicured garden, was just ahead. The small red gate, wrought iron and slightly rusted, hung open a crack, secured only by a flimsy latch. I eased it open further, a soft click echoing in the stillness, a sound I hoped wouldn't draw attention.

As I moved closer to the house, the soft glow emanating from the living room window drew me in. It wasn't harsh, but warm, inviting, and utterly captivating. Most of the windows were draped with heavy velvet curtains, but one pane, positioned perfectly for my viewing pleasure, offered a clear view into the room. With utmost caution, I approached, my heart pounding a frantic rhythm against my ribs.

And there she was. A woman in her mid-forties, radiating an undeniable allure. Her short, auburn hair framed a face that was both striking and vulnerable. Her green eyes, though obscured by the dim lighting, held a captivating intensity. But it was her body that truly held my attention – a sinuous curve of flesh and muscle, sculpted by age and experience, and perfectly proportioned to my exacting tastes.

As if sensing my presence, she began to undress. Slowly, deliberately, she peeled off her sweater, revealing a delicate lace bra and a pair of tiny, but perfectly formed, breasts. Her skin, pale and smooth, gleamed in the muted light, promising a pleasure beyond measure. She turned her back to me, her movements graceful and unhurried, as she reached for her skirt. With a deft hand, she pulled it down, exposing her smooth, supple arse, and her pussy lips, swollen and glistening with moisture. The sight was intoxicating. I felt a primal urge rising within me, a burning desire that demanded immediate satisfaction.

I noticed the delicate garter belts clinging to her thighs, and the silky stockings that cascaded down her legs, hinting at the exquisite sensations to come. My cock involuntarily tensed, anticipating the pleasure to follow. As she continued to disrobe, her confidence and vulnerability intertwined, creating an irresistible blend of power and submission.

With a final, slow movement, she stepped into the room, her body fully exposed. She moved towards the bed, a queen surveying her domain, and settled down with an air of languid grace. For a moment, I felt a flicker of hesitation, a sense of unease at intruding on her private moments. But the desire was too strong to resist.

I adjusted my position, finding the optimal vantage point, and released my grip on my zipper. The sensation was immediate, a rush of hot blood flooding my veins, confirming my suspicions. She had noticed my presence. Her eyes flicked towards the window, a knowing glance that sent a shiver down my spine. But she didn't flinch, didn't show any sign of fear or surprise. Instead, she simply continued to luxuriate in her own sensuality.

As she loosened the garter clips, rolling the silky stockings down her legs, her thighs parted slightly, granting me a full view of her pussy. It was clear that she had been enjoying herself, her body slick with arousal, her pussy lips swollen and glistening. A wave of pure, unadulterated lust washed over me. The anticipation was almost unbearable.

I took a deep breath and slowly lowered myself to the ground, maintaining my hidden position. It was time. With a silent prayer for forgiveness, I thrust myself into her world, unleashing my pent-up desire upon her unsuspecting body. The first touch was electric, sending shivers of pleasure through my entire being. I began to stroke her pussy, slowly and deliberately, savoring every inch of her flesh. Her moans of pleasure filled the room, a symphony of ecstasy that fueled my own arousal.

As she continued to move against me, her body arched and writhed, drawing me deeper into her embrace. Her hands, deft and skilled, began to explore her own body, her fingers tracing the curves of her breasts, her thighs, her stomach. The touch was exquisite, igniting every nerve ending in my body. It was a dance of pleasure, a mutual exchange of sensuality that left us both breathless.

Suddenly, a new element entered the scene. She pulled a bottle from the bedside table and poured its contents onto a small, shiny device – a purple, bunny-ear vibrator. She then spread her legs wide, offering me a perfect view of her wet pussy, now even more swollen and glistening. The vibrator, a silent accomplice in her pleasure, began to pulse gently, creating a rhythmic sensation that added another layer of intensity to the experience.

As she continued to caress herself, her body shaking with increasing frequency, I felt a surge of jealousy, a primal instinct to possess her entirely. But I pushed the feeling aside, focusing on the exquisite sensations that flooded my senses. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss, a testament to the power of human desire.

Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as she reached the peak of her pleasure. She writhed and thrashed, her body completely consumed by ecstasy. And then, she let out a primal scream, a guttural roar of pure abandon that echoed through the room.

As she collapsed back against the pillows, exhausted but satisfied, I pulled myself back into my hiding place. The rain continued to fall, washing away the remnants of our shared experience. It was time to leave. I closed the little red gate, locked the car, and walked up to the front door. Turning the key in the lock, I opened the door and called out, “Honey, I’m home!”

My wife answered from the bedroom, her voice filled with amusement. “Get naked and get your body in here now!”

I stripped off my clothes and walked into the bedroom naked, my erection pointing the way. She had been waiting for me.

“You’ve had your fun watching me, you pervert! Now close the curtain and come here.” She removed the purple vibrator from her wet pussy and invited me to take its place.

We both love this game. Thank you, Lord, for giving me a wife that gives me so much pleasure!

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