Husband's Heat: A Garden Delight

The humid air hung thick and heavy, clinging to my skin as I stepped out onto the porch, the scent of freshly mown grass a welcome relief. Ben had been away for a couple of days, leaving me to manage the property and care for our son, Randy. The yard needed attention, and with a little help from Randy, we got to work. He tackled the weed trimmer, a determined glint in his eyes, while I pushed the mower, sweat beading on my forehead as the sun beat down relentlessly. The rhythmic drone of the engine and the satisfying crunch of the grass under the wheels filled the air, a comfortable routine we’d established over the years.

As we finished, both of us were drenched in sweat, a shared sense of accomplishment settling over us. I fetched us each a tall glass of ice water, the condensation clinging to the glass as we settled onto the patio furniture. “Mom, can I go swimming?” Randy asked, his voice brimming with excitement. “Sure, sweetie. Sounds like a good idea, but you need to rinse off first. Unless you want to clean the pool later!” I chuckled, knowing he’d be eager to dive into the cool water.

Just then, Billy, Clint, and Jason arrived on their four-wheelers, their laughter echoing through the yard. “Dude, wanna go riding?” they shouted, their youthful energy infectious. My son’s swimming plans were instantly abandoned, and he scrambled onto one of the ATVs, disappearing down the lane with his friends. I took a sip of my water, letting the moment pass, before deciding a quick dip in the pool was exactly what I needed.

I walked out to the backyard, locked the privacy fence gate, and grabbed a towel. Stripping off my sweaty clothes, I stepped into the cool water, feeling the tension melt away as the refreshing temperature enveloped me. I swam for about twenty minutes, enjoying the solitude and the simple pleasure of weightlessness, before heading back inside for a warm shower.

Emerging from the bathroom, wrapped in a fluffy towel, I felt renewed and relaxed. As I lay across the bed, drifting off to sleep, my phone rang, pulling me back into reality. It was Pam, a dear friend who always brightened my day with her cheerful disposition. “Hi Gina! I just called to see if you’d like to do lunch? My treat!” she exclaimed. “Sure, sounds nice!” I replied. “Great! I’ll be by to pick you up in about twenty minutes.”

Getting dressed in a simple bra and thong, I left a note for Randy and waited for Pam’s arrival. She arrived promptly, and we headed out to McAllisters for lunch. We spent the afternoon catching up, sharing stories, and enjoying each other’s company. Pam’s genuine warmth and sense of humor were a welcome distraction, and I truly valued our friendship.

As we parted ways, I noticed Randy playing video games with his friend Clint in his room. I returned home, settling onto the sofa to watch television, the quiet solitude a comforting contrast to the bustling afternoon. Ben called around five, informing me he wouldn't be home until the next day. It was a bummer, but I understood his demanding work schedule.

After finishing a simple supper for Randy and myself – a flavorful Oriental stir-fry – we cleaned up the kitchen together, then settled down for a friendly game of blackjack. He consistently beat me, as usual, and I couldn’t help but laugh at his skill. As Randy left to talk with Melissa, I turned on the television and continued to watch, lost in the flickering images.

Around nine, I decided it was time for a shower, then made my way to Randy’s room, telling him he needed to take care of his own ablutions. He reluctantly agreed and disappeared into the bathroom. After my shower, I slipped on a comfortable gown and grabbed my laptop, its performance a bit shaky but still functional. I logged onto MH, a website filled with intriguing stories, and spent a little time browsing before closing it down.

As the evening deepened, I poured myself a glass of wine and relaxed on the sofa, enjoying the quiet comfort of my home. Randy was already asleep in his bed, oblivious to the events unfolding around him. Just as I was drifting off to sleep, my phone rang, a familiar voice on the other end. It was Ben, calling from Dallas.

“Gina! Baby, you won’t believe what I was just thinking about!” he exclaimed, his voice laced with excitement. “That sweet pussy of yours! Has she missed me?” The words sent shivers down my spine, a delicious mix of anticipation and desire building within me. “You have? Well, of course she’s missed you, baby!” I replied, my voice trembling slightly.

“I looked at those hot sexy pictures of you the other night, and my dick got so hard! You know what I did baby?” Ben asked, his voice low and suggestive. I knew exactly where this conversation was going, but I couldn’t help but savor the moment, letting the anticipation build. “What did you do baby?” I replied, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Well, you know what I did! Let’s just say I couldn’t resist!” Ben replied, a mischievous grin in his voice. Suddenly, the bedroom door swung open, revealing Ben standing there in just a towel, his hard cock exposed for my viewing pleasure. “You look so hot baby! You’re so beautiful and really sexy! That’s it, play with that pussy, get it good and wet baby!” he urged, his gaze locked on mine.

Without hesitation, I shed my gown, my legs shaking slightly as I opened them wide. I reached for my clitoris, my fingers tracing its sensitive surface, and began to tease it with increasing intensity. My pussy filled with moisture, becoming more and more sensitive as Ben continued to watch, captivated by my every move.

“Oh Ben!” I gasped, my breath catching in my throat as he slowly began to pump his cock into my wet pussy hole. The sensation was overwhelming, a fiery explosion of pleasure that left me breathless. “You like that baby? Want some more?” Ben groaned, his voice thick with desire. I nodded eagerly, my eyes glued to his pumping hand, lost in the depths of my own arousal.

As he increased the pace, my body thrashed involuntarily, begging for more. I couldn’t resist taking him into my mouth, sucking deeply on his sensitive head, savoring the taste of his seed. The combination of his thrusts and my moans filled the room with an intoxicating energy.

“Grab your tits, play with them! Pinch those nipples!” Ben roared, his voice filled with raw desire. I complied instantly, grabbing my breasts and playfully teasing my nipples, further fueling my excitement.

“Such a hot pussy baby!” Ben exclaimed, pulling back slightly to take a deep breath. “You are so beautiful and really sexy! I’m gonna cum now!” He thrust harder, pushing deeper into me, and I let out a piercing shriek as my orgasm finally hit. The release was intense, a wave of pure bliss that washed over me, leaving me weak and spent.

As Ben pulled away, his cock still semi-erect, a small amount of his cum oozed from the head and ran down his shaft. I instinctively reached for my tongue, lapping up the precious fluid, savoring its salty taste. The pleasure lingered, a warm, satisfying glow spreading throughout my body. Looking up at my sexy husband, I felt a deep sense of contentment and desire. He knew exactly how to keep this pussy purring, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. XOXO! GG.

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