Between Two Sins

"Fuck! Yes!" Selina Allen screamed to the ceiling as her climax took over her. Her fingers stroked her pussy harder and faster, wanting to get every drop of cum.

Thirty seconds passed before sge opened her eyes abd took in her surroundings. The telltale coldness beside her told her the truth she already knew--her husband didn't come home for the night again.

She scoffed as she got up from the bed and shifted her panties back to the right position. Her pussy wall clenched and she whimpered as another bout of desire tore over her. She hissed, knowing that satisfying herself wasn't going to be enough any longer.

Selina ignored the rising tension in her body and stalked over to the garden, wanting some fresh air. The sun blazed in all its glory, its light threatening to scorch whoever dared to walk into it. She paused at the edge of the garden when she noticed the gardener was working.

She stood at the edge of the garden, watching the gardener toil under the scorching afternoon sun. He moved with a rhythmic precision, muscles flexing under his tan skin as he lifted the bags of soil, raked the flowerbeds, and pruned the rose bushes. The way his muscles flexed had his clitoris twitching. She blushed furiously as she felt a heat she hadn’t experienced in years rising in her chest.

Her husband was her husband in name only. Two years of marriage, and he had never touched her—not once. No caress, no lingering kiss, no whispers of desire. The cold emptiness of their bedroom had become a daily torment. She had tried to ignore it, convince herself that marriage wasn’t just about sex, but today, the yearning clawed at her, its claws sharp and unrelenting.

Her gaze returned to the gardener who still hadn't noticed her presence. His strong shoulders, the curve of his biceps, the way his shirt clung to his torso as he bent to lift the heavy bags—it was all too much.

Her breath hitched involuntarily.

Wanting to avoid temptation, she walked away from the garden and went straight to the balcony, still unable to take her eyes away from him.

The way his muscles ripped under his shirt.

The way he held the shovel with such power and delicacy that made her wonder if he would be like that with her under him, writhing in pleasure.

The way he… she paused her thoughts.

What the fuck is wrong with her?

She turned, ready to walk away, but the gardener—whose name she never bothered to find out—turned at that exact moment and smiled at her.

"Ma'am." He called, the smile still crested at the corner of his lips. "Why are you out here in the sun?" His hand rose above his head to shield himself.

The last of Selina’s control snapped.

“Come here,” she called softly, trying to steady her racing heart.

He paused, wiping sweat from his brow, and glanced at her. When she made the come here hand signal, he nodded and began to walk to the house. Selina left the balcony and accosted him at the door.

“Yes, ma’am?” His voice was low, cautious.

"Follow me." She commanded and walked away. She didn't bother to see if he would follow. When she got to the master bedroom, she opened the door and stepped in. "Lock the door." She commanded him when he stepped in after her.

Now trapped with him, Selina stepped closer, letting her eyes linger on him. “Do you… find me attractive?” She asked, her voice almost a whisper, but dripping with intent.