The Imaginary Gardener

This happened shortly after my wife (now long time ex-wife) and I had moved into a new house.

The house had quite a big garden and we had been discussing the possibility of getting a gardener in to help look after it.

It was quite a hot day and I came down stairs to see my wife standing in front of the French windows looking out at the garden. She was wearing a light blue T-shirt and a loose, thin cotton skirt. I stood right behind her, put my arms around her so that my hands rested on her breasts. To my surprise she wasn't wearing a bra, and I could feel her nipples through the T-shirt. She pushed my hands off and said, "Stop it, the neighbours might see." I said, "Don't be daft, the neighbours couldn't possibly see over the hedges." (There were tall hedges all around the garden which made the garden very private.)

I put my hands back on her breasts and then had a sudden idea. I said, "The neighbours can't see you, but the gardener can, look he's mowing the lawn!" Of course there was no gardener, but I'd put the idea into her brain. Then I said, "He's looking at you every time he gets close to the window," and I could feel her nipples starting to get harder through her T-shirt. I slid my hands up under her t-shirt on to her bare breasts, feeling her nipples with my finger tips, and said, "Look how he slows down so he can see you better as he passes the window. He's coming towards the window now," and as I said that I lifted up the front of her T-shirt to expose her breasts. She gave a little groan, and pulled her T-shirt down saying, "Don't, someone might see". I replied nobody can see except for the gardener, and lifted her T-shirt up again. "I think you're turning him on," I said, "he keeps mowing the same bit of grass in front of the window now," and I slid one hand down, over the front of her skirt and started to stroke her pussy through her thin skirt. She tried to push my hand away and said, "Stop it, someone might see." I kept my hand there and said, "Look, he's getting hard, you can see the bulge in his trousers," and with that I slipped my hand up her skirt and started stroking her pussy through her panties. "He's stopped mowing the lawn now, he's just leaning on the handle of the mower watching you," I said as I slid her panties down her legs. Lifting her skirt up, exposing her pussy I said, "He's got his hand on the bulge in his trousers now," while sliding my finger tip between her pussy lips, and on to her clit. I started sliding my finger tip over and around her clit, and she started to move her hips giving out another little groan. I took her hand, licked her fingers, and put it on to her pussy saying, "Look, he's unzipped his trousers, and put his hand inside." She pulled her hand away and said, "No!" so I went back to rubbing her clit with my wet finger tip telling her how the gardener was obviously stroking his hard cock inside his trousers while watching her. Again, I took her hand, licked her fingers and placed it on her pussy. She pulled her hand away again and said, "NO!" so I started rubbing her clit again with my wet finger, occasionally sliding it inside her now very wet pussy.

"He's undoing his belt," I said, "and he's slipped his hand into his briefs. He's looking at you and stroking his hard cock for you." I took her hand again, licked her fingers, and placed it on her pussy. This time I held it there while she struggled a little bit. I pushed her finger between her pussy lips and on to her clit, and started moving it round and round while I told her that the gardener was pulling his trousers and briefs down so that she could see his hard cock. Her resistance to my moving her finger slowly vanished, and then with a little sigh she started to rub her clit herself. I put my hands back onto her breasts and said, "He's stroking his big, hard cock for you now." I lifted her T-shirt again, and said, "He loves your little titties, seeing them is making him stroke faster." The movement of her hand and fingers on her pussy started to speed up, and she started to breathe faster.

"He wants to see your pussy too," I said as I lifted up the front of her skirt exposing her rubbing her clit. "That's what he wants, he's stroking his cock even faster, I think you're going to make him cum." Her legs started to tense up and her fingers were sliding really quickly over her wet clit. "He's come close to the window, and he's going to cum . . ." She took a deep breath, held it and rubbed her pussy really fast. "He's cumming, his cum is splashing on to the window, you've made him cum so hard," and with that she orgasmed letting out a long loud groan as her body jerked and shuddered.

The following day I noticed a new advert for a gardener wanted in our local shop window . . .