The Gardener

Mrs. Henderson smiled and gave a small nod and Bailey made his way down the hall and out the front door. He sat among the rhododendrons for a while and thought about Rosy….and Mrs. Henderson, then got on with his chores.

He saw the cars arrive about one-thirty and looked on with casual interest as the ladies went into the house for their bridge game. They were the elite of the county, married to rich men but Bailey wondered if they were truly happy. Did they have the same love and satisfaction that he had from his gardens? He shook his head, not knowing the answer.

His cell phone rang again at three. Could he cut some flowers for Mrs. Prendergast? She was visiting a friend in hospital later and had forgotten to bring hers from home. Bailey set about the task and delivered an assorted bouquet to the main house. Mrs. Henderson met him at the door and he went off to the kitchen by himself. He was walking back down the hall past the games room when Mrs. Henderson called out to him. He went into the room and nodded to the ladies.

“This is Mr. Bailey; my gardener….he is very good, excellent in fact as I have already told you. Mr. Bailey, this is Mrs. Prendergast, Mrs. Baker and Mrs. Franks. I’ve been telling them all about you and they are very impressed. I have offered your services to them should the need arise, is that alright with you?”

The ladies looked at him and smiled, their face flushed. He nodded and smiled back through the uncomfortable silence convinced they were staring at his crotch but thought he was just imagining it. What services did Mrs. Henderson mean, his gardening or, that other kind of servicing? He wasn’t sure so he just answered, “Fine, Mrs. Henderson, that would be fine.”

Back in the garden he thought about the ladies and the double meaning of Mrs. Henderson’s words. What if it was the other kid of ‘servicing’ she was talking about? He pictured the ladies in his mind…Mrs. Prendergast, in her late forties, tall and slim with a, nice ass, lovely alabaster skin and fair hair…Mrs. Baker, early forties, heavier than the other ladies with a large bust and ass, pretty face with full lips made for a cock…Mrs. Franks, 50-55, average build but nicely put together, her skirt was well above her knees and her legs looked great, dark hair, would like to find out if it is her natural color. Yes Bailey thought, they were all attractive women and he decided if Mrs. Henderson was talking about his non-gardening services he would gladly fuck them all. They probably haven’t had a hard cock inside them for years; their husbands were likely more interested in business and money than sex with their wives. Besides, they probably fucked their secretaries and high-priced call girls on business trips. He knew his cock could certainly give these sexually deprived, rich white pussies something to cream and scream about and he began to hope that Mrs. Henderson was talking about his dick and not his gardening skills. He felt an erection coming on and rubbed his over his bulging crotch.

On Friday, Mrs. Henderson wore red; stockings, garter belt, half-cup bra and high heels. He watched her ass and pussy sway up the staircase as she took him to her bed. She looked so horny from this angle and he followed her up, his big cock as hard as steel. They were getting in tune sexually with each other and they fucked in a variety of positions for over an hour until Bailey shot his load between her tits and onto her face. As before he mounted her again, he licked his cum from her face and tits and their tongues mingled transferring his sperm into her throat and they screwed until his dick became limp.

He didn’t see Mrs. Henderson on Saturday but she called him on Sunday morning to bring flowers for the games room. He normally took Sunday off and always delivered the flowers on Saturday afternoon but since his employer was away her call was to ask a personal favour. He said he would be glad to and was standing at the door a half hour later. She smiled as she took the flowers then asked him if he was available at three? Her lady friends were interested in talking to him. “Gardening…I think,” she added.

“I’ll be glad to talk to the ladies about gardening; you know how much I enjoy it, Mrs. Henderson, Mam.”

She averted her eyes from his for a few moments and held back a smile then turned to him and said, “Yes Mr. Bailey, I’m very well aware how much you enjoy it. See you at three then?”

“Three it is, Mam,” he said and walked slowly back along the path and past the rhododendrons to his house. He still wasn’t sure what they had just talked about, but it sure was sexy talking to her like that sex. He hoped it was sex and not gardening but decided to just wait and see.

Bailey stepped out of the shower a little after two thirty. He wanted to feel fresh and clean, just in case, and a shower always invigorated and stimulated him. His cock was almost fully hard as he dried himself off. He took hold of it with both hands, looked down and said quietly, “Well my friend, I see you’re ready if the need be.”

Mrs. Henderson led him down the hall and into the games room. The three ladies sat in their usual seats but Bailey noticed that again their faces were flushed.

“This is what I’ve been telling you about, ladies,” Mrs. Henderson said and her hand moved to Bailey’s crotch. He was riveted to the spot as she unbuckled his belt, unzipped his slacks and pulled down his shorts. His limp dick hung down almost to his knees and Mrs. Henderson grabbed it and displayed it to her friends. Mrs Franks sighed and put a hand over her open mouth, Prendergast and Baker looked on in amazement as Mrs. Henderson caressed and jerked his cock rapidly into a huge erection. “Come, I’m sure they want to feel it,” she whispered and led him to the table, holding his cock as they went. “Emily, feel how hard his beautiful black cock is,” she said to Mrs. Prendergast and the fair haired woman with the lovely ass tentatively caressed Bailey’s knob and ran her fingers lightly over his shaft as Mrs. Henderson held it towards her.

“Oh my, it’s so big, hard…and thick! Emily exclaimed and she stroked it gently along with Mrs. Henderson.

Mrs. Franks was next, she finally took her had away from her mouth and wrapped it around the huge cock in front of her. Her hand squeezed the head then drifted down the shaft and caressed his nuts. “I’ve never seen one this big and his...his balls, heavens above!

Mrs. Henderson moved Bailey around to Mrs. Baker and while she was exploring, Mrs. Franks petted his ass and put her hand between his legs and fondled his balls again. He was as hard as he had ever been when Mrs. Henderson knelt down and took him into her mouth. Her friends sat staring as she licked, tongued and sucked his dick. Mrs. Franks was got onto her knees next and began mouthing his ball sack. She was obviously awed by his testicles and he wondered how she would react if his cock was pounding deep inside her and his balls were slapping hard against her ass. The other two ladies quickly followed Mrs. Franks and they all shared Baileys extraordinary endowment. His ejaculation splashed onto their faces in several spurts and they continued their work on his dick until it hung down once more almost to his knees.

Bailey hoisted his shorts and slacks as Mrs Henderson’s friends stayed on their knees wiping his cum from their faces with tissues she had provided. She walked him to the door and with a broad grin said, “I do believe they enjoyed that, Mr. Bailey.” He didn’t quite know how to answer so he just smiled, nodded and made his way home.

Mrs Henderson flew to Tucson on Sunday night and arrived back late on Tuesday. She called Bailey and requested his presence in the games room at two o’clock; the front door would be open. Several horny scenes raced through his mind involving Mrs. Prendergast and her ass, Mrs. Baker’s large tits and mouth, Mrs. Franks’ legs and, of course, Mrs. Henderson’s body which he knew a lot more about. By one forty-five he had showered and was drying off his hard cock.

He recognised the cars in the driveway so he knew Mrs. Henderson’s friends had arrived at their usual time. His heart pounded as he walked down the hall and turned into the games room. All four ladies were sitting on the sofa dressed just the way Mrs. Henderson knew he liked – half-cup bra, garter belt, stocking and high heels. No panties or thongs, they just got in the way, he preferred the pussy to be exposed right from the start. The colours of the lingerie were different; Mrs. Henderson wore blue, Mrs. Prendergast black, Mrs. Baker red and Mrs. Franks in white.

“Come here and take off your clothes, Mr. Bailey.”

In response to Mrs. Henderson’s request he stood in front of the sofa and started to unbutton his shirt. The ladies leaned back and opened their legs as he unbuckled his belt, exhibiting themselves to him. He noticed how their bodies differed; Mrs. Henderson, lovely as always, her pussy lips already parted in arousal, Mrs. Prendergast, firm tits, perfect alabaster skin set of by the black outfit and her pussy completely shaved, Mrs. Baker, huge, heavy tits jutting proudly and a trimmed bush of hair around prominent labia that were also parted with pink showing, Mrs. Franks, lovely legs leading up to a dark bush of pubic hair with a big clit already visible and long, loose pussy lips, huge, stiff nipples sat on top of large, dark aureoles.

By the time Bailey was naked his cock stuck straight out from his body and the ladies were fingering their pussies. “Play with yourself,” gasped Mrs. Prendergast.” “Your balls also,” added Mrs. Franks. He fondled his cock and balls as the ladies watched and he stared at them. Mrs. Franks pulled her enormous labia apart and showed him her wet, pink gash in a display of total erotica.

“Bring it here,” said Mrs. Henderson and he went to her on the end of the sofa and put his dick in her mouth. Each lady took their turn with his cock and fondled his heavy ball bag. Mrs. Baker’s lips and mouth were indeed made to suck a cock and she worked on Bailey with great enthusiasm. He ate each one of them while mauling their tits and found each pussy felt and tasted different.
“Turn around,” he said, “I want to see your asses.” The ladies were happy to comply with his request and turned to kneel on the sofa, presenting their behinds to him. He worked his way along the sofa, fondling, fingering, spanking and rubbing his monster cock along the crack of their asses and over each pussy. He was right he said to himself, these ladies haven’t had a good fuck in a long time; they’re dying to feel my dick inside them.

“Who wants it first?”

“Oh, please, give it to me, stick it in me, I want it so bad,” cried Mrs. Baker.

He stepped behind her and rubbed the underside of his massive erection between the cheeks of her ass then massaged her clit with his knob before pushing into her. He moved back and forth along the sofa, fucking each one several times, fondling, fingering and spanking the others as he did so. Mrs. Prendergast did indeed have a beautiful ass and he kissed and licked it before fucking her tight pussy. Mrs. Franks took more of his cock than the others and he was able to pull her hanging labia lips back against her thighs while ramming into her which brought on a noisy orgasm. While giving it to Mrs. Baker, he fondled Mrs. Prendergast’s ass and fingered her wet pussy and managed to fist Mrs. Franks to another screaming orgasm. He knew how much Mrs. Henderson liked it from behind and had learned how to quickly bring her to climax. Mrs. Baker and Mrs. Prendergast had multiple orgasms from his tongue and his dick. He finished by cumming over their asses as they knelt in a circle facing outward then his cock was sucked clean by four eager and competent mouths.

These ‘bridge meetings’ continued for many years. Sometimes the ladies drew cards to see who would receive Bailey’s hot cum inside them. They always dressed in sexy clothing and he fucked them many times in every position and combination in just about every room in the house including the Henderson’s spacious shower and the pool. His relationship continued with Mrs. Henderson and it never changed. She always called him Mr. Baker and thanked him for fucking her and he always called her Mrs. Henderson and nodded his reply.

In his seventy-seventh year he was snapping the spent blossoms from his beloved rhododendrons and feeling especially close to his beloved Rosy when he experienced a sharp pain in his chest. He was dead before he hit the ground. There weren’t many at his funeral, Mrs. Henderson, Mrs. Prendergast, Mrs. Baker, Mrs. Franks and a few others. But there were lots and lots and lots of flowers, the bridge players made sure of that, after all, flowers were his closest friends!

A few days later, Mrs. Henderson stood in her garden, tears streaming down her cheeks, and emptied Bailey’s ashes among the rhododendrons.

Bailey and Rosy were together again….forever!