Tom's wedding was less than two weeks away when he found out.
He wanted to surprise her by coming home early today with a dozen roses, so he parked down the street so she wouldn't see his car pull up. Roses in hand, he snuck into the house and started to search for her. He checked the whole house unsuccessfully when he realized that it was the gardener's day to work in the yard, so he looked out the window to see if Susan was with him.
There she was, talking under the bright sun about four feet from the teenage Mexican gardener. She was quite a vision there in the light. He mused for a second about how beautiful she was. He often thought that she was too gorgeous to be real. The 5'10'' busty girl was very young, only in her second year of college. Although Tom, 28, had never seen under her clothes, he definitely knew all her curves by heart. They had been together for about 8 months and she was the only girl he ever thought about.
With natural blond hair that flowed all the way down to her hips and a soft cute little butt that always seemed to wiggle under the tight shorts she always wore, he never needed to think about another girl when he touched himself. And he needed to do that a lot. Susan was old fashioned and he had never touched anything but her large breasts when they made out. He did not mind waiting until marriage either, because it meant so much to her. He would have had sex with her in a second, but it was what she wanted and he worshipped her.
But there she was, tempting as ever, standing in the yard talking to the gardener. Thick red lipstick clung to her wet puffy lips and he could see her soft pink tongue resting at the edge of her mouth between perfectly white teeth, her face framed by two curly locks of hair riding down each flush cheek. The rounded shape of her face gave the appearance of a little girl, but her large lips, bright lipstick, makeup and clothes accentuated the sexual features he always thought about.
Tom's large cock was straining his pants as he watched her talk. He actually considered masturbating as he watched her. "This was going to be romantic," he thought, "I don't want to spoil it with anything sexual."
Susan pointed to some flowers in the yard and walked over to show the gardener. She bent over to grab one of the flowers, her blue shorts easing up slightly, giving the gardener a peek at her soft cheeks. Tom thought to himself how incredibly sexy she looked and Susan probably didn't even realize it. He smirked as he saw the bulge the gardener had. The young man had unknowingly confirmed what a beautiful and wonderful wife Tom was going to have in the near future.
Susan stood up and looked back at the Gardener giving him a big smile, as she seductively licked her lips. He saw her motion for the two of them to go inside the house. Tom still wanted to surprise her and didn't want to ruin the romance with the gardener present, so he quickly moved into the hallway and out of sight. He heard the sliding door open and the two passed through and into the kitchen.
"What would you like to drink?" she asked the gardener. "Tea, lemonade, cola, or water?"
"Si, gracias," the gardener said, not understanding a word she said.
Tom heard the faucet running for a second and then stopped. "I want to show you the beautiful flowers I have in my bedroom," he heard Susan say to the gardener; referring to the flowers he bought her last week.
Tom panicked, worried that she was going to find him and ruin the surprise, so he quickly and quietly ran into the bedroom and hid in the closet. No sooner had he carefully closed the door, Susan walked into the bedroom and past their twin beds. The separate beds were actually Tom's idea because if he couldn't make love to her, he didn't want the temptation in bed. It would drive him insane.
"I know you see a lot of these, but aren't these beautiful?" Susan asked, innocently holding to her chest the flowers Tom had given her last week. He blushed behind the door at the compliment because he had spent an hour picking them out.
Tom was looking through a crack between the panels and he saw his fiancé's perky nipples straining her tight pink shirt. He was now painfully hard and breathing fast. He unzipped his trousers and began touching himself. He wanted her so bad; only a few more weeks until our wedding night, he told himself.
It was then that he noticed the gardener was as agitated as Tom. The gardener thought Susan was asking if her breasts were beautiful, not the flowers.
Tom got nervous at the situation, his smile fading. "What if the gardener tries to take advantage of her?" he thought.
Susan apparently noticed the gardener's condition too. "Oh my god," she said. "Do you have an erection?"
The gardener nodded slowly and Tom became extremely nervous. Sweat started to bead down his neck. "What's Susan going to do now?"
Susan walked over to the gardener. "I better take care of that for you then," and in one swift move she dropped to her knees and unzipped his grass-stained pants.
Tom's feeling was indescribable. For the most part it was shock and disbelief. His erection went away and he stopped stroking himself immediately.
The gardener's throbbing cock sprang out of his pants as soon as they were unzipped, slapping Tom's fiancé in the face on the way out. She giggled.
Tom was a mere five feet away from his fiancé as her mouth slowly opened, fully exposing her wet mouth and soft pink tongue almost dripping with spit. "Has she been salivating thinking about this?"
The teenage gardener was sweating and rocking his hips back and forth subconsciously.
"Do you want me to swallow when you're done?" Susan asked, looking up innocently, her red lips right at the tip of the teenager's throbbing cock. The Spanish-speaking gardener obviously liked whatever that meant to him, because when she grasped his penis to take it into her mouth, he began coming. And coming. And coming. The boy was like a sprinkler. Susan giggled and opened wide, catching about half of it on her tongue, the rest ending up on her face, shirt and shorts.
Mouth agape, Tom stood in complete shock at his slut of a fiancé. Somehow there were no emotions of anger and sadness. Looking at Susan, dripping with cum as she squatted on the floor underneath his gardener, he immediately began to think of a plan to get back at her for this surprising slut moment. He had transcended anger and moved right onto revenge in a mere moment's time.
"Oh no," she said in her false voice of innocence as she took one of her fingers and pulled up a gob of cum from her shirt. "You came all over my clothes, I guess I'll have to get out of them then," and she licked her finger clean.
And just like that, his 20-year-old fiancé was in her panties, bending over the bed. Tom's erection came back quickly at this sight. After all, he had fantasized about seeing her like this every day for the past 8 months. He looked at the sheer fabric cupping her pussy and saw a revealing wet spot between her legs. He had fantasized so many times about her being excited like that for his cock. Instead she had told him she was a virgin and wanted to wait. Now she was bent over his bed for the teenage gardener.
"My panties seem to have gotten wet from all this excitement, can you take them off of me?" she said, looking over shoulder and batting her eyes at him.
The boy, however, looked very worried. It seemed that now that he had shot his load all over another man's fiancé, he had come to his senses.
"Husbind?" he asked, clearly worried about when the person who slept in the other bed, and paid him $50 every two weeks to do his lawn, would come home.
"You mean Tom? That dipshit won't be home for another three hours," Susan said. "Now get over here and fuck me you stupid idiot."
The Mexican somehow got the meaning and started stripping. He mounted her faster than Tom could blink and Susan gasped loudly when he bottomed out. He didn't even bother to pull her panties down, just moved them to the side. Tom started stroking himself again. He just couldn't help it.
"You're not too bright you dumb shit, but at least you know where to stick your cock," she said as he started thrusting.
