The Married, Cock-Starved Cougar’s First Ever 3Some: Just Me and the Two Gardening Boys Whilst Hubby Was Away

By Mandy Smith

Kelly is married with 2 kids, 40ish, and highly frustrated. Her husband Thomas is away quite a lot on business trips but even when he is home, he is a lightweight in the bedroom, brushing his wife away with a quickie, if he feels like it, which is very rare these days - But she is beautiful, shaped, and too good a target for the two young landscaping guys working at her home, not to hit on.

She can't control herself; peeping and spying on them, inviting them inside for cool drinks, making small talk with them, flirting and enjoying all their obvious hints and double innuendos. Thomas is away; the two rough handed boys are too good to ignore and when the offer is made she readily agrees, dropping to her knees to hook them in with her expert silky touch.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Mandy Smith
• Release date: Nov 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393792642

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The Married, Cock-Starved Cougar’s First Ever 3Some

Just Me and the Two Gardening Boys Whilst Hubby Was Away

I can’t help it. I have to tell someone or I think I’ll go mad. What am I talking about? Well, me and the two young boys who we hired to do a bit of landscaping for us. I can’t confide in Linda or Tracy or any of my girl friends as I don’t trust them to keep their mouths shut, so I decided to do a sort of ‘Dear Diary’ kind of thing, more or less a confession to try and rid my guilt, and to be honest, to also brag about how I, a middle aged married woman with two kids was able to turn on, stimulate and satisfy two young healthy studs with my hands, mouth, between my tits, in my pussy and even up my asshole. Yes, it’s true, it happened and as I say, I need to tell someone or my head will explode.

Night after night when I’m alone in bed, when the kids are asleep and my husband is away on yet another business trip, I fantasize over it all, using my fingers and my dildo to bring myself to orgasm. It helps, but nowhere near as satisfying as the real thing, of cock, of having two cocks to be more accurate. Two big hard cocks that I jerked, sucked and rode on till they erupted and covered me in all that lovely creamy man-milk.

But here it is; the build up to how it started. Let me try and think carefully and get it all in the right order without missing a single trick. But in all honesty I blame my husband. I reckon it’s his fault. If he looked after me in bed then I wouldn’t have been so tempted. I blame him, Thomas, it’s all his fault, not mine.

My husband can be a real pain in the butt when he wants to be. It seems like anytime there is work in the house to be done he manages to slip away for a few days on business. Always. This time it’s the garden. He hired a firm to come and lay the new lawn and then quietly disappeared and left me here on my own to get on with it.

I can handle the housework and I can juggle the kids around from school to sports activities and so on. I can even do all the shopping, cooking, washing and ironing but to oversee the new lawn as well was just a stretch too far. This time he was pushing his luck.

And so, on top of all that, or to be more accurate, because of that, I am fucking with a stranger whom I have only known for two days. Two strangers to be truthful. Both together. The gardeners. I feel so dirty but I feel so good about it. And in my mind my husband deserves it. Like I say it’s all his fault.

I let Patrick, the older one of the two landscape guys, lead me on with his cute smiles, nods and winks, and by stripping off his shirt at every opportunity he had to show me his body. And what a body! Patrick is the oldest looking of the two guys who turned up to do the lawn. But even so I guess he was no more than twenty, the other one