Chapter 21 NAUGHTY GARDENER FUCKS HIS BOSS AND HIS WIFE PART 1
Kinks: MMF, anal, threesome, reverse haram
I pushed open the door to Mr. Collins' office, my cock already straining against my jeans, thick and heavy with anticipation. The room smelled of polished wood and faint cologne, the late afternoon sun slanting through the blinds, casting stripes across the desk where he sat. Mrs. Collins lounged on the leather couch nearby, her curvy legs crossed, blonde hair tumbling over her shoulders. They both looked up, eyes lighting with that mix of nerves and hunger I'd seen before.
At 30, with my tall, muscled frame from years of landscaping, I knew I commanded the space. 'Time to make good on those promises,' I said, my voice low and steady, locking the door behind me. Mr. Collins, fit and toned, shifted in his chair, his face flushing as he stood. His wife bit her lip, her full breasts rising with a quick breath. I could feel the power surging through me, ready to claim them both, to turn their secret cravings into raw reality.
Mr. Collins met my gaze first, his submissive side peeking through as he nodded toward the desk. 'Jake, we've been waiting,' he murmured, voice thick with need. I stepped closer, unzipping my jeans, letting my massive cock spring free—long, thick, veined and throbbing. Mrs. Collins' eyes widened, her hand drifting to her thigh.
I grabbed Mr. Collins by the waistband of his slacks, yanking them down roughly, exposing his firm ass. He bent over the desk without a word, spreading his legs, his tight hole clenching in anticipation. The intimacy hit me then—not just the fuck, but the trust, the way he offered himself so completely. I spat into my palm, slicking my cock, then gripped his hips hard, fingers digging into his skin.
'You want this bad, don't you?' I growled, pressing the fat head against his entrance.
He gasped, pushing back. 'Yes, fuck me, Jake.' With one firm thrust, I slid deep inside his tight asshole, the heat enveloping me like a vice, stretching him wide. He groaned, low and guttural, his body trembling as I buried every inch, my balls slapping against him. The sensation was electric—his walls gripping my thick shaft, pulling me in deeper.
I started pumping, slow at first, feeling his submission in every quiver, the way his breath hitched with each invasion. Mrs. Collins watched, her cheeks pink, one hand slipping under her skirt to touch herself. 'God, you're huge,' she whispered, voice laced with awe and desire. I locked eyes with her, the connection sparking something deeper, a shared thrill in this forbidden dance.
She slid off the couch, kneeling before me as I fucked her husband from behind. Her soft hands wrapped around the base of my cock where it plunged in and out of Mr. Collins' ass, her tongue flicking out to lick the slick shaft on every withdrawal. The mix of her warm mouth and his clenching hole drove me wild—wet suction from her lips, tight friction from him. I thrust harder, my hips snapping forward, making Mr. Collins moan louder, his fingers clawing the desk.
'Suck it good, Mrs. Collins,' I commanded, tangling my fingers in her blonde hair, guiding her mouth along my length.
She obeyed eagerly, her tongue swirling around the head, tasting the musk of her husband's ass on me. The room filled with the sounds—wet slurps from her blowjob, the rhythmic slap of my body against his, their mingled breaths turning to pants. I felt the emotional pull too, the way they surrendered to me, husband and wife united in this intense pleasure, their bond twisting into something hotter with me at the center.
We moved together like that, a heated rhythm building. I pounded Mr. Collins' ass relentlessly, my massive cock stretching him wider with each deep stroke, his prostate taking the brunt as he whimpered,
'Harder, Jake, please.' Mrs. Collins' mouth worked me in tandem, her lips stretching around my girth, saliva dripping down her chin. She pulled back briefly, gasping,
'I need you inside me too,' her eyes pleading, wet pussy visible now as she hiked up her skirt, fingers circling her swollen clit.
The sight of her—curvy, blonde, so open and adventurous—stirred a fierce protectiveness mixed with raw lust. I wanted to fill them both, to make them feel every inch of what I could give.
Gripping Mr. Collins' hips tighter, I fucked his ass harder, faster, the desk creaking under us. His moans turned desperate, body arching as I hammered deep, my cock throbbing inside his gripping heat. Sweat beaded on his back, and I leaned over him, whispering hot against his ear,
'You're taking it so well for me.' He shuddered, 'Fuck, yes'.
But I couldn't ignore her any longer. With a final brutal thrust that made him cry out, I pulled out, my cock slick and shining, and turned to Mrs. Collins. She lay back on the couch, legs spread wide, her wet pussy glistening, pink and ready.
'Come here,' she urged, voice husky with emotion, pulling me down.
I positioned myself between her thighs, rubbing my thick head against her folds, teasing her entrance. Mr. Collins watched from the desk, stroking himself, his eyes dark with arousal and a hint of jealousy that only fueled the fire.
'Fill me up, Jake,' she begged, her hands on my shoulders, nails digging in.
I thrust in, her pussy clenching around my massive cock, hot and soaked, taking me to the hilt in one go. She arched, moaning loud, her walls fluttering as I stretched her. The intimacy crashed over us—her gaze locking with mine, vulnerable and wild, while her husband knelt beside us now, kissing her neck, his hand on my back encouraging me. I fucked her deep, hips rolling, each plunge hitting her core, her juices coating me.