It was my husband's idea and it started with little more than a light hearted remark. There is a builder working next door.. the typical 'bit of rough'. My husband told me that it would turn him on if the builder fancied me, and even more if I did something sexual. We were in bed at the time, but the next day......
Mark was, as usual, stripped to the waist and working on the huge deck that next door are having built. He glanced over at me and shouted a cheery 'Mornin love' as usual. I gave him a warm smile in return and, even though my husband and I had enjoyed a very energetic night, I felt myself get horny and remembered what we had talked about. So, I went into one of our large greenhouses and started the watering system.
As I stood there in the rapidly moistening air, I reached up my dress and started to rub myself over my panties. As I got braver, I allowed my dress to slip off one shoulder and then off altogether so I stood there in only my panties. My breasts, which have never been much more than buds were so hard it was painful, and I was beginning to sweat and not only from the heat in the greenhouse. Mark, I noticed, was paying close attention to a piece of wood but he was really looking at me. I reached into my panties and began a slow circling of my clit. I was wetter than I can remember being for some time. Part, of course, may have been due to the residue from last night, but most was sheer lust.
Finally, I leaned back against one of the shelves and dropped my panties altogether. I put one foot up on the shelf and Mark got a perfect view of my shaven pussy. I was so close, I could have cum there and then, but I wanted something more erotic. I reached over to a nearby plant and picked a courgette (I think Americans call them zuchinni's?) I positioned it carefully and gave myself a really good fucking with it that resulted in me squirting my juices all over the greenhouse floor and my discarded panties. I pulled my dress back on and picked up my wet panties. I walked across to the fence and flicked them at Mark. 'I want these back when you've finished.'
A short while later, I found them on our garden table nicely covered with a great deal of sperm. At lunchtime when my husband got home, I showed him the evidence. He thought I had let Mark fuck me and it drove him wild with lust. I told him afterwards that we hadn't even kissed. Who knows, maybe there is more to come, but I doubt I can write about it here. I thoroughly enjoyed being a slut though. I will ask Mark tomorrow if there is anything he wants me to do especially for him. Maybe I will let you know.