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.

The young man hesitated, staring at her like she had gone mad. Selina quickly unzipped her gown and allowed it to drop to the floor.

"You like?" She asked when she saw his eyes bulged out of his sockets. He opened his mouth to say something but only managed to lick his lips. That was all the permission her body needed. She closed the distance between them and pressed her lips to his in a daring, heated kiss. His initial shock melted into reciprocation, his hands gripping her waist and pulling her closer.

The world around them faded. The distant chirping of birds, the warm breeze, the manicured lawn—all of it disappeared. Selina moaned softly as his lips traced hers, her fingers tangling in the thick strands of his hair.

"Ma'am..." The gardener began as he quickly broke off their kiss.

She could feel he was about to protest. She grabbed his hand and passed it between her thighs, letting him feel her wetness. A low growl escaped from his throat as his lips clashed on hers once more. Selina’s hands reached for his boxers and quickly pulled them down.

The young man carried her and dropped her on the bed with surprising ease. His body towered over hers as his hand found his cock. Selina wrapped her hands around his neck, her gaze solely focused on his length. She watched as he stroked himself for about five seconds. Then without warning, he poisoned the cock at the entrance of her pussy and slammed into her in one jerk.

"Fu..." she began to scream but his hand clasped over her mouth, cutting off the rest of the word.

"If you scream, I'm leaving you hanging." He whispered into her ear. Then he bit her earlobe.

"Could you go gently? It's been a while for me?" She pleaded. The pain and pleasure she got from the thick dick invading her suddenly still tingling with her head.

"Yes, Ma'am." The gardener responded. But instead of going gently as told, he shoved into her even harder than the first. "Uhhhmmpp!" He groaned as her tightness gripped his cock hard. His hand reached for her breast and he began to groupie it, pinching her everywhere he could.

"You fucking monster!" Selena cried. Her eyes rolled to the side as her hands rested on his butt, pushing her even deeper into her cunt. Pleasure and pain tangled into her soul, making her want to beg for more.

"This is what you want, right?" The gardener groaned, his waist whining seductively. He lowered himself and clasped his mouth against one of the nipples.

Selina opened her mouth to moan, but his hand quickly covered her mouth once again, like he anticipated the action already. Her hands gripped the sofa, her body twitching about, trying not to scream.

"You are fucking sweet." His voice was deep with passion. "Ma'am--"

"Selina." She moaned into his hand. When he released his hold on her, she repeated her name. "Selina. Not..." She grunted as he slapped her clit. "Not ma'am... urrgghh... faster..."

“Oh… Selina." He groaned, his voice rough with need.

“Yes… yes!” she cried, clutching him closer. She was close now. Selina felt the heat rising within her, a tidal wave of desire crashing against her senses. Each thrust from the gardener sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, igniting every nerve ending with bliss. Her heartbeat quickened, thundering in her ears like a relentless drum, drowning out the world outside. The walls of their secluded sanctuary bore witness to her unbridled passion, the sunlight filtering through the curtains, painting golden streaks across their entwined bodies.

“More, please… don’t stop!” she begged, her voice barely more than a breathy whisper, yet filled with an urgency that demanded satisfaction. She clung to him with a desperate fervor, her nails digging into the muscles of his back, leaving trails of longing on his sun-kissed skin.

His grip tightened around her waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulled her closer still, their bodies moving in a primal dance that transcended words. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and desire, intoxicating and overwhelming. Every thrust was a delicious push towards the precipice, each moment swelling with an exquisite tension that made her feel alive, electric.

“Yes… yes!” She cried out, surrendering to the wild abandon of her body. Her back arched, and she raised herself slightly, desperate for more, for deeper, for everything that he could give her. A guttural groan escaped his lips, resonating with her own cries, as if they were two souls in perfect harmony, lost in a world of their making.

“Aaarrrggghhh!” The sound erupted from her throat, raw and unfiltered, as the pressure within her began to coil tighter, building and building, threatening to burst. Her body responded eagerly to his rhythm, rolling against him, urging him on. The bed creaked beneath them, a witness to their fervor, but Selina was far beyond caring about anything but the waves of ecstasy that enveloped her.

With each thrust, the gardener pushed her closer to the edge. She could feel it, the sweet release tantalizingly within reach. “Please, I need… I need to feel you… I need to—” The words spilled from her lips, desperate and fervent, as she clutched him tighter, her body begging for the release that seemed so tantalizingly close yet just out of grasp.

He responded to her urgency, his pace quickening, a primal instinct driving him as he lost himself in the depths of her desire. “Selina…” he breathed, his voice heavy with need, his breath hot against her ear. “You’re so tight… so perfect.”

Selina could barely respond, the pleasure flooding her senses rendering her incoherent. Instead, she met his fervent gaze, their eyes locking as he thrust deeper, her body writhing beneath him, dancing to the rhythm of their shared ecstasy.

And then, just when the world began to blur and her vision dimmed with the approach of that exquisite moment, a shattering wave crashed over her. “Oh my God!” she screamed, the sound piercing the air as her body convulsed around him, the tension exploding into a million fragments of pure, blissful sensation.

Her body tightened impossibly around him, squeezing every last ounce of his restraint as she found her release. Wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through her, each one more intense than the last, each cry echoing in the stillness of the room. It was a moment of pure surrender, of unadulterated joy, and for those fleeting seconds, nothing else mattered—only them, lost in each other.

The gardener groaned as he felt her walls pulse around him

"I'm so close now." The gardener moaned as well.

Suddenly, the door opened and closed rapidly. A surprise, low grunt rented the air, tearing them apart.

"Bloody hell!" Selena screamed as she quickly pushed the gardener away from her.