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CHAPTER SIX

Robert was filled with trepidation.

Why had Mrs. Bradshaw summoned him? The only thing he could think of was that the cum-soaked panties had been discovered and they were going to accuse him. He was terrified. He was so worried that, for once, he didn't even have a hard-on.

Robert was in for a big surprise.

Charles gasped at his wife.

"Are you serious?" he asked.

"Perfectly."

"The gardener?"

"He's a handsome young boy no doubt full of lovely cum."

Charles thought about it.

Charles had never watched his wife fuck someone else. The more he thought about it and the more he got used to the idea, the more exciting it became. He began to smile.

"Yes, darling," he said. "It will serve me right."

Meanwhile, Amanda sat crosslegged on the mattress, a pool of cunt juice spreading from her crotch, her nipples so stiff that they ached.

What sort of family have I got? she wondered.

How depraved can people be?

She didn't know. But seated there behind the magic glass, she knew that she was going to find out. She was eager for the sight.

Amanda heard Robert knock timidly on the door.

Charles looked at Laura, she nodded, that wicked look in her eye. Charles moved to the door and opened it.

Robert was standing there like an unhappy serf, cap in hand, shuffling his feet nervously about, feeling certain that they had called him for recrimination over the cum-filled panties and cursing the whim that had led him to such a depraved act.

Charles looked the lad over for a moment, not as a gardener, but as a lover for Laura. The boy was handsome enough, he thought. He wondered if he had a big prick. If he was going to have to watch his wife fuck another man, he hoped that at least he would have the pleasure of seeing a fat cock pumping into her pussy. That would make it more interesting, and he figured he might as well enjoy it. He rather hoped that she would enjoy it, too. He wanted to watch her come.

"Come in, dear boy," he said.

Robert crossed the threshold, head down, afraid to look anyone in the eye. He glanced around and saw no signs of the soaking panties that he dreaded might be exhibited as evidence.

Charles glanced at Laura, raising his eyebrows.

He was curious as to how she would go about seducing the young man, especially with him in the same room.

But clever Laura had already worked that out.

She said, "Robert, I want to ask your expert opinion."

Robert was bemused.

"Gee, I'm not expert on anything except gardening," he said.

"Precisely it's a matter of trimming a bush."

Robert began to relax.

His fears had been unfounded! He was filled with relief.

"Yes, Ma'am?" he said.

"My husband and I are not in agreement and we have decided to go along with whatever you say, Robert."

"What bush is it, Ma'am?" he asked. "This bush, Robert," said Laura.

And she lifted her skirt!

Robert's eyes bulged out and his jaw dropped open. Laura's panties were tiny and sheer. He could see the outline of the bush in question and he could also see a few wisps of pussy hair curling out at either side of her crotch.

Robert shot a quick, fearful glance at Charles.

Charles nodded approvingly.

"My husband claims it's too bushy and needs to be trimmed," said Laura, "but I believe it to be quite attractive."

"I-I, gee, I…" Robert stammered.

"Can you see the outline clearly enough? Maybe I'd better take my panties off," Laura said.

She squirmed out of them.

"Come closer, Robert have a good, long look."

She had dropped her panties on the floor. Robert could not fail to notice that the crotchband was almost as creamy as those that he had shot his wad into. Laura's pussy had become very juicy while she was eating Bonny's cunt out.

And her cunt was still juicy.

Robert stared at her pussy mound. She tilted her belly up, letting him look right at her wet cunt. His expert opinion was that her bush needed no trimming at all but that it badly needed to be plowed. To his horror, his prick began to grow big and hard. He glanced at Charles again. But Charles looked on without malice. Robert began to see that he was in a very unusual situation.

"It looks perfect," he said. "I won't say that it needs any trimming, Mrs. Bradshaw."

She smiled.

"Thank you, Robert," she said.

He wondered if he was being dismissed.

But then she said, "It is a bit wild, though, I must admit. Do you think it should be brushed? And it is frightfully wet maybe I should have it drained or plumbed."

Dumfounded, the lad was speechless. Jumping like a bucking bronco, his prick thundered around in the front of his pants.

Laura smiled charmingly.

"Oh," she said, "I see you brought your tools with you."

She sat on the edge of the bed, her skirt still raised above her waist. She drew one knee up.

Robert looked at Charles again.

"I think, young man, that there is some gardening to be done," said Laura's husband.

Robert felt as if he were dreaming. A sense of unreality swept over him. Charles had sat down in a chair, his legs crossed, looking on with interest. Laura motioned to the lad.

He moved toward the bed as if in slow motion. He couldn't believe that this was happening. Certainly not with her husband right there. Could it be that she really wanted him to brush her pussy, nothing more? Was this some gardener's duty about which he knew nothing? She patted the bed beside her, and Robert sat down. She took his hand.

She drew it to her crotch.

Robert began to stroke her pussy hair.

"Ummmm that's nice," she sighed.

Her legs closed around his hand, then parted wide again. She took his wrist and moved his hand lower, onto her clit.

"Rub me, Robert, you lovely boy," she purred.

Robert hoed and raked with his fingers. He plowed along her open furrow. He shoveled his hand in. But this was no formal garden; it was a dark, wild forest surrounding a flooding stream. The more he tended it, the wilder it became. He sat beside her, leaning over as he watched his hand caress her and watched her pussy respond to his attentions.

Her cunt lips peeled back as if that hot box were trying to turn itself inside out. The darker, inner flesh was streaked with cream. Her clit was vibrant. She shuddered each time he touched that electric button.

She had thrown her head and shoulders back and was looking down at the boy from under lowered lashes. It had been a long time since Laura had had a boy this young and she was truly enjoying it. She loved the way his face looked, the disbelief first, then the awe and the pure passion. Seducing young boys was nice.

It was especially nice when her husband was sitting across the room, watching.

Charles' interest was evident.

He had uncrossed his legs and was leaning forward in the chair, staring with fascination.

His prick towered out from the folds of his bathrobe, so big that, as he leaned forward, his bloated knob almost brushed him under the chin. Charles might well have been sighting over his cock-knob as if it were a surveyors tool or a gunsight. A sheen of perspiration gleamed on his forehead and his tongue licked at the corner of his mouth. He was breathing hard.

Laura raised her gaze to Charles.

He smiled at her, letting her know that he was more than willing to go along with the game.

From time to time Robert also glanced towards the tolerant husband with a worried, questioning look. But it was all right; he could see that. Charles actually seemed to be enjoying this scene. Robert, naive lad that he was, could not for the life of him figure out why a man would let his wife be caressed by someone else. It was certainly apparent that Charles was not impotent, unable to do the job himself, because the man had a prick like an oak tree.

Well, thought Robert, rich folk are different from common folk, no doubt of that.

He fed three fingers up Laura's cunt slot.

Her talented pussy pulled on them.

She said, "Robert I want to take your cock out."

Robert groaned. He hadn't dared hope for that. He had supposed he would be expected to give her a hand-job, at the most. Now he realized that the possibilities were endless.

Laura unbuckled his belt.

She unsnapped his jeans and then began to draw the zipper down. She pulled it down a few inches, then drew it back up, repeating the movement, but going a bit lower with each tug. At last, she had the zipper all the way down and the flaps of his pants opened in a wide v. His cock was trapped inside his white shorts, dragging them up in a tent. It was throbbing and writhing, sheathed in white like the ghost of a dead cock rattling chains of lust. She fingered his prick through his shorts, working her thumb against the ultrasensitive spot where the thick cockshaft merged into the flaring knob. She cupped his cum-packed balls. Then she dragged the elastic band of his shorts out from his belly and drew them down, tucking them under his balls so that all of his sex equipment was bared. She gazed approvingly at his stout young prick. It was not as big as her husband's, but it was bigger than your run-of-the-mill cock. The pricktip was tapered, well designed for wedging itself into tight cunts.

She began to stroke his cock.

Charles gave a little gasp. It was more thrilling to watch his wife fondle a prick than it had been to watch her be fondled. Charles was very pleased that his wife had decided to punish him in this exquisite fashion. He watched her hand skim up and down. He gave his own pricklance a few strokes.

The tip of Robert's cock oozed quicksilvery juice.

Laura stopped stroking him, afraid that he might go off in her hand and not wanting to waste his load that way.

She drew the lad back and down. He lay across the bed, his prickshaft towering straight up. Laura leaned over him. She glanced at Charles. She licked her lips.

Charles nodded eagerly.

Laura bent down and began to tongue the head of the gardener's cock. She ran her tongue all over that slab of prickmeat, then took the cockhead into her mouth and sucked.

Charles groaned in agony and lust.

He moved from the chair and knelt right beside the bed so that he could get a close-up, so that he would miss none of the juicy details. He watched his wife's lips pull on the purple prickhead and saw her tongue flared against the underside. He saw a trickle of pre-cum run onto her tongue. Laura whimpered and swallowed the hot fuck juice.

Pulling her lips free, Laura turned towards Charles and opened her mouth so that he could see the boy's cum coating her tongue. Charles staggered on his knees, swaying, dazed by the sight.

The half-crazed look on her husband's face excited Laura every bit as much as the gardener's prick.

It was time to get fucked.

She threw one knee across the lad's lean flanks, straddling him. She guided his prick to her crotch, rubbing the pointed cockhead around in the flooded gash. Then she began to work her cunt downover it. Her thighs tensed and her ass pushed down as she fed the prickmeat into her pussy inch by inch. Robert was moaning and Charles was panting like a locomotive, a carnal engine fueled by passion and lubricated by jism. He watched his wife's cunt work itself down the boy's cockrod until every inch of that big fuck tool was stuck up her and her cunt lips were plastered to Robert's belly like a suction cup.

She stayed there for a moment, enjoying the full penetration. She turned her hips, rolling her cunt around on the boy's pricklance while it was buried to the hilt.

Then she began to ride him.

Her ass rose, paused, then fell. She went up and down slowly, steadily. Her big tits swayed, her belly heaved. She gazed down at the boy, loving the look of lust on his face, then glanced over her shoulder at her husband, loving his expression even more.

Charles was leaning right in close, his chin on the edge of the bed. He saw the lad's fat prick emerge, slippery with cunt juice. He watched the cock fuck up Laura as she settled down over it. Cunt juice streamed from her pussy onto Robert's swollen balls. The dark, fat vein pulsed up the underside of his cockstalk. His prick as swollen. He was not going to last very long, Charles knew he was going to fill Laura's cunt with jism at any moment.

As she humped, the cheeks of her ass parted.

Charles, wild with desire, leaned in and began to tongue her taut asshole, rimming right up into her. But then he withdrew again, more interested in watching her get stuffed than in joining in, himself for the moment.

Robert began to whimper.

"Come," Laura whispered, her voice husky. "Come in me, Robert fill my cunt with cum!"

Robert thrust up from the bed as she lowered her pussy onto him. His prick went in to the hilt and erupted. Laura wailed with joy as she felt the hot geyser gush into her loins. Her ass and hips flew up and down as she milked his prick with her cunt.

Robert poured load after load into her pussy.

At last, he lay still.

Laura humped for a few moments longer, to make sure that she had milked out every precious drop of cum from his cock and balls. Then she lifted herself from him. His prick slipped free.

Laura turned, facing Charles, her legs spread wide. Cum was pouring out from her pussy and running down into the crack of her ass. She knew that Charles would love to see that. She spread her pussy wide open with her fingers so that her husband could look right up her cum-filled fuckhole.

It drove Charles wild.

He gave a cry and moved in, burying his face between his wife's smooth thighs and began to suck greedily on her flooded cunt. His tongue ran up her fuckhole and his lips worked lovingly on her pussy lips. Watching a cock go up her, seeing her cunt filled with another man's cum. Charles had become hornier than he had ever been before.

He started to move up, ready for a fuck, himself.

But Laura gently pushed him back.

A wicked look came over her face.

"Robert still has a hard-on, darling," she said.

Charles looked to the side. The boy was flat on his back, panting, and his pricklance, despite his tremendous ejaculation, was still standing high and hard.

Charles would have to wait…

Amanda had creamed in the closet, just watching.

She hadn't touched herself at all. Her pussy had creamed of its own accord and the thrill had run through her in a tremendous shock wave. But so great was the stunning stimulation of watching her mother fuck the gardener that no sooner had she come than her pussy began to simmer all over again. She wanted to see more.

Both Robert and Charles had hard-ons and Amanda wanted to see them emptied again. And from the look in Laura's eyes, she figured that was a certainty.

Elsewhere in the house, Bonny the maid was wishing that she were in the bedroom with Charles and Laura. She had no idea that Robert was there, too. She supposed that they were enjoying a wonderful fuck now, as they thought about perhaps talked about what they had both done to her.

Bonny had come when Charles fucked her and she had come when Laura sucked her off, but she was a randy girl and the two orgasms had not been enough. Now those, lucky Bradshaws were coming again, and she was left with her work.

She much preferred mopping Laura's face with her pussy to mopping the floors, polishing Charles' prick to polishing the silver. But they had not invited her to join in a threesome and there was nothing that she could do about it. It was a shame, though. Bonny would have loved to go to bed with both of them at the same time. She would have liked to have Charles fuck her, from the back while Laura sucked her cunt at the same time.

She came down the hallway, passing the bedroom door.

She heard them panting.

Wow! They must be fucking up a storm, she thought. It sounds like more than two people panting away in there.

She moved on, knowing that it would only add to her frustration if she were to listen to the sounds of lust. She went on past the closet, then paused.

She heard panting in the closet, too. What on earth? Puzzled and curious, Bonny stepped back to the closet door and listened. Yes, there was definitely a sound of heavy breathing from behind that door. Who could it be? Had Robert the gardener sneaked in there to beat his meat, perhaps? That was an interesting thought. Bonny had never fucked Robert, but he wasn't a bad-looking fellow and she would have hated to have him waste a load of spunk on his own hand. She decided to investigate.

She opened the closet door.

Amanda, naked on the mattress, looked up, startled.

Bonny was equally startled by the sight of the girl, her crotch foamy with cunt juice.

They stared at each other.

"Errr excuse me, Miss Amanda!" Bonny said.

Amanda started to smile.

"Maybe you'd better come in," she said. Bonny, not at all sure what was going on here, stepped into the closet. She closed the door.

Then she saw the mirrors…