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Harold returned at 7 pm, which was good. I welcomed him and even took a shower with him, and then we ate dinner together.

Afterwards, we retired to our room to talk about his day and my day. I let him talk about his day at the office first and then we proceeded to mine.

I told him about how Ryan and I met in the garden and how he wanted to take advantage of him. Of course, I wouldn't tell him that I gave Ryan a head on our wedding night. That would surely hurt him.

I tweaked the story a little and made it seem like I fought really hard, so I could escape from that libertine. I added a lie that he strangled me and a few other things. I wanted him to ban Ryan from ever stepping foot in his home.

And he did that. He banned that lecher and I was more than excited at this development. No more being afraid of exploring the garden, no more having to be forced to cheat on Harold.

To celebrate, I decided to go on a shopping spree with Harold on Saturday, but halfway he left for some so-called emergency. To be honest, I was getting fed up with his dedication to work and business. I'd even talked to him about it on Friday and he'd sworn he'd not go anywhere on Saturday and he still broke his promise.

I began to wonder, 'What if my water broke someday and he gets an emergency call, will he ditch me then and ask the servants to send me to the hospital in his stead?'

That didn't look delightful.

'Harold, you better not make me regret marrying you,' I said to myself as I carried on shopping. I met one of my friends and the shopping became more fun.

We parted ways only after dining in a good restaurant. Then, I headed back home to find my husband wasn't home. I decided to go into the garden, to my chosen favourite spot, accompanied by a maid whom I planned to talk to.

But when we were close to that spot, I changed my mind, wanting to be alone.

That Ryan was gone after all, so there was no need to be afraid. I sat on that familiar tree's foot and sighed, wondering when Harold would come back from his emergency.

He wasn't like this when we were dating.

While lost in thought, I didn't notice that a tall 'servant' had gotten close to me.

"We meet again,"

That voice... made me raise my head and gasp as my fears became confirmed.

This Ryan...

He came here dressed like a servant. How was that possible?

"Dear, instead of being lost in despondent thoughts, why not have a fun time with me? Just this once."

"I'm going to scream," I stood up from the foot of the tree but he chuckled.

"No, you won't. I've got you on tape. The day you gave me a head."

"What? That's impossible!" I exclaimed in disbelief.

"Everything's possible, Carleigha. If you want me to keep my mouth shut about our episode, you know what to offer me,"

"Why are you doing this?" I was on the verge of tears at this point. My marriage was at stake here if I refused to do it.

"I just want to taste what my brother's enjoying. Just once. And I swear on my life that I won't bother you again." he said to me with a smirk.

"F-For real...?" Every part of me was screaming he was a liar but this tiny part of me wanted to believe him.

"Also, I won't cum inside you." he made another promise.

With a sigh, I knelt and soon brought out his familiar dick that was bigger than my husband's. Even though I had no choice here, this cock seemed to be telling me, 'You deserve the pleasure of me drilling you, girl,'

And briefly envisioning how Ryan would perform in a few minutes, the cock looked even more appealing.

I put him in my mouth, not even daring to meet the gaze of its owner. I began to nod, approaching myself for liking the bouncing motion.

He soon cummed in my mouth and I swallowed, licking whatever was left on this... magnificent dick.

Then without a word, I took off my undies and raised my short skirt, placing my hands on the tree's trunk and parting my legs.

Shameful as it was to say, I was already wet from all that nodding on his dick and anticipating what was soon to happen made my cunt throb.

But he didn't penetrate me right away as I'd expected.

He ate me out. It took all the will I could summon so as not to moan. His hands and his tongue were truly magical. I could barely stand after what he did.

"Ryan..." I managed to say with my head turned.

"What?" he raised a brow in amusement as he asked me this.

"I...I... Please, fuck me, I beg you. I don't mind if we do it again and again."

"You mean even if it is another day, even in your matrimonial bedroom,"

"No, not there. We can do it here and any other secret spot," I pleaded.

"Okay. Because you taste so good, I'll agree..." He came closer and slid inside me from behind. "For now,"

I nodded and begged him to start moving.

And when he indeed began thrusting, I had to cover my mouth again. His dick seemed to be what my cunt had been craving all this while and I even started regretting not bedding him on me and Harold's wedding night. It would have been so fun.

"It's okay to moan," he told me but I shook my head.

If I moaned, definitely people would find out something suspicious was going on here and I didn't want that. Not when I was enjoying being rocked this hard and fast from below.

Suddenly, he pulled out of me and I turned to him with dilated eyes, "Ryan..."

"I like it when a woman moans," he stated.

"I... Please, just for today, I promise I'll do it another time,"

"Lie down and spread your legs,"

I obeyed without a squinny.

Before long, he'd taken his position between my legs and he slid into me once again. He drew forward, lowered his head and began kissing me while gyrating.

I clasped my legs shut at his waist, making sure he didn't pull out.

Yes, this was a sin, it was wrong. But this sin felt so delicious that I didn't care about the result.

As we canoodled, I wound my arms around him, caressing his hair and moaning into his mouth while the word 'Fuck' was on constant repeat in my head.

We soon ended the kiss but he didn't straighten his upper body. At his order, I placed my hands on his shoulders.

"Never remove them from there or I'll pull out. Understand?"

I nodded my response, already clamping my lips due to the rising pleasure from down there, as he had added some pace to his thrusts.

Only some minutes later, the harsh slapping of skin kept ringing in my ears. I was worried that someone could hear us and I felt stupid to have agreed not to take my hands off his shoulders. It was getting... really harder to not moan with his every deep and powerful thrust that kept pushing me forward like tomorrow was not a possibility.

Eventually, I lost the battle and began moaning. But I didn't moan too loud, there was this fear in me that also caused excitement somehow.

The fear of being discovered.

The excitement of being pounded by a good driller in the garden like this.

The fact that this was secret made the sex even better.

Before long I was calling his name and begging him to do me harder and faster and deeper.

Eventually, I came before him but he hadn't and he continued for another mindblowing round with me on all fours. Only then did he come.

After catching my breath, I thanked him for the good fuck and pleaded for him to help me stand while he chuckled. He told me I was the best he'd ever fucked.

A part of me believed but another part didn't

But whatever the case, there was no denying it. He was better than my husband in satisfying me down there.

I decided to sit at the foot of the tree, not wanting to wear my undies yet.

Then an idea came to me, "Ryan,"

I parted my legs and raised them up, revealing my womanhood to him that was still throbbing and sharp-set.

Without a delay in time, my coochie got filled again and drilled so deeply I didn't have the strength to moan anymore.

As we both came in sync this time, our bodies shivered and we embraced each other tight.

Minutes later, we'd somehow gotten into my matrimonial bedroom using the window and we entered the bathroom to continue our sinful escapades in the bathtub.

There was soundproofing so I moaned to my heart's content this time while riding his penis which was shooting violent but pleasurable waves of pleasure into me.

Soon, Ryan took over, making me ride him so fast, I could only clasp his shoulders for balance.

"Carleigha, I want to be drilling this beautiful pussy every day, am I clear?"

"Yes,"

"Yes, what?" a spank landed on my jiggling round butt.

"Yes... Daddy,"

Another spank.

"D-Daddy... Ryan,"

Another spank, "Good girl,"

He smirked at me and then switched positions so he was penetrating my vag from behind and all I could do was beg for more and more fucking.

Eventually, he was the one who carried me to bed and dressed me properly before sneaking away.

That night I didn't let Harold touch me, giving the excuse that I was tired. And of course, I was tired indeed from all of that fucking.

The next day, he told me about a family dinner where Ryan would be present. I smiled, saying it's fine.

While there, I pretended to be fierce towards Ryan. Then I excused myself to the bathroom. But in reality, I headed to a guestroom in the hotel and he soon joined me after ten minutes.

When he entered, I was already naked with my legs spread apart.

"You're that desperate?" he chuckled as he locked the door and slid the key into his pants pocket.

I pointed at the bulge in his pants, "So are you,"

"Of course I am,"

Soon his dick was out and I marvelled at its handsomeness.

I decided to pleasure it with my mouth, hands and boobs till he cummed on my bosom. I used a finger to bring some jism to my mouth and licked it clean.

Then I used his cum to caress my boobs while he plunged into my mouth and fucked it mercilessly, seeking to barge into my throat without care.

Minutes later, he stopped and made me lie on my back. Then he took off the rest of his clothes and entered me.

He held my legs and began thrusting fast earning moans from me.

I could only grab at my pillow while crying out in pleasure with the bed rapidly creaking as if in complaint against our exercise.

While fucking we were also keeping track of the time we had. Eventually, I told Ryan not to mind the clock. "Let's fuck for at least half an hour. We'll find excuses that are believable later."

And those very words upped the pleasure I was getting from his dick.

We switched positions and I began riding him like crazy with my butt facing him so he could see the magical sight our genitals were creating.

Not long after, I got pounded on all fours and later, we lay on our sides and our crotches constantly greeted each other sexually with me moaning and him grunting.

When we were done, he was the first to leave the room after we had bathed.

As for me, I had to fix my makeup and do some other stuff. It was also important that we didn't appear at the same time.

Once I came out of the hotel room, I found it problematic to walk. Eventually, I found my way to the parking lot and called Harold to come get me. I told him I wasn't feeling well and would like to go home.

He soon came to me and drove us back. Then he fed me medicine and sang me to sleep.

Ryan and I had each other's numbers, we'd decide where to meet. We met the next day in our favourite spot in the garden where we made passionate love with me moaning just a little louder than before.

We could get caught someday but that day is still far, hopefully decades away. For now, I just want to keep getting drilled by this man who satisfies every inch of my core.

Wish us luck, guys!