“Maybe you should call me Sara.”A big, wicked grin spread across Kat’s face and the tone of her voice instantly changed from vague annoyance to ...riendly greeting. “Well hi!” said Kat. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”“I really need to talk to you,” said the English teacher.Kat looked around quickly to be sure that no one was home, then grabbed a sparkling water from the fridge and sat down at the kitchen table.“What about?” asked Kat in as neutral a tone as she could manage.“Well... about what. My wife, Jessie, looked nervous and tense. She just picked at her dinner then, after clearing things away, she sat down with a large glass of wine."Bobby, you love me don't you?" she asked."Sure, babe," I replied, for it was true."Well, something awful happened today and I know your are going to be mad," she said in a whisper."Ok," I said. "Tell me."She took a large gulp of her wine and then placed the glass back on the table."There was something in the mail today," she said. "A picture of me. I had to mow the grass and my wife had to bring some order in her recipe collection which she wanted to do in the kitchen. This was perfect. The lawn was visible from the kitchen so she would be able to see the hired “gardener” in action.She took her recipes and sat down to sort them. I went to my workshop to change my clothes. I had an old shirt and old jeans that I used to wear when I was working in the garden. I decided to skip my underwear to make it easy to get my dick out. I took the. The sight of her stocking clad legs tipped with those sexy high heeled shoes spread wide, her head bent backward and a stranger fucking her ferociously was too much! Any feelings of jealousy I had, had disappeared and were now replaced with the more basic emotion of sexual desire. I could never have anticipated feeling like this.The guys thrusting was now getting faster and faster, with him pulling his cock back to the tip of her cunt before ramming it back deep into her."I'm going to come," he.