What Happened with the Gardener When I Accepted the Challenge

It all started with a stupid bet, the kind my boyfriend Damián made whenever he got bored on Saturday afternoons. It was muggy and hot, and the gardener had been pruning the hedges at the back all morning, shirt-sleeved, sweat outlining his back. I had been looking at him from the kitchen more than I should have, and Damián noticed.

—You like the old man —he said, half-joking, leaning against the doorframe with a beer in his hand.

—He’s not old —I replied without thinking—. He’s in his forties. And he’s hot.

Damián laughed.

—Bet you don’t dare get him worked up.

That was the problem with Damián: he never knew how far he could push me.

The gardener’s name was Aurelio. He had been coming to our house ever since we moved in, once a week, always punctual, always quiet. He was broad-shouldered, with graying hair and big, callused hands I had watched more times than I would ever admit. He had that quiet confidence of men who no longer need to prove anything.

—What do I get if I do it? —I asked, folding my arms.

—If you get him nervous, I’ll do the dishes for a month. But you won’t be able to. From the window only, without going outside. Those are the rules.

I shook his hand to seal the deal. The morning before, without realizing it, I had already opened the bedroom curtains just as Aurelio was passing with the hose, and I could have sworn he’d seen me in my robe. The idea of doing it again, this time on purpose, turned me on in a way I hadn’t expected. Just thinking about it already had my panties wet.

***

I waited until the sun was lower, when Aurelio took his break in the shade of the lemon tree, right in front of our bedroom window. Damián sat in a chair in the corner, wearing the smile of someone who thought he had already won.

—Just look —he reminded me—. Nothing else. Don’t go outside.

I raised the blinds slowly. I had put on a thin dress, apparently plain enough, but I sat on the edge of the bed so the afternoon light fell over me. Aurelio looked up from his thermos, and our eyes met through the glass.

I didn’t look away. That was the first thing that unsettled him.

I started slowly. I ran my hand over my neck, pretending I was hot, and let my fingers drift down my cleavage. Aurelio set the thermos on the ground without taking his eyes off me. I murmured his name, knowing he couldn’t hear me, only read my lips.

—Aurelio… —I said, and watched his jaw tense.

Behind me, I could hear Damián’s breathing change rhythm. That gave me courage. I leaned back a little, let my head fall backward, and pulled the strap of my dress down until one tit was bare, its nipple already hard and pointing at the glass. Aurelio shifted where he sat, adjusted his cock inside his pants discreetly, then less discreetly. I pinched my nipple between my thumb and forefinger, tugged on it, twisted it while moaning soundlessly, moving only my mouth, my eyes locked on him.

—Look at the way that son of a bitch is grabbing himself —Damián whispered from the corner, his voice hoarse—. You’ve got him hard as a rock.

I didn’t answer. I was too caught up in the game, too turned on myself. I hiked my dress up to my waist, spread my legs, and showed him my panties, already marked by a dark stain in the middle. Aurelio ran his tongue over his lips and squeezed his cock through the fabric with his whole hand. Watching him lose his composure, watching him give in inch by inch while devouring me with his eyes, had me burning. I slipped my hand inside the elastic and started rubbing my clit in slow circles so he could see every movement.

And he kept going.

He lowered his zipper without looking away and pulled his cock out into the sunlight. It was hard and thick, the tip glistening, and he took it in that big, callused hand and started masturbating in front of my window, without hiding. I bit my lip, pushed my panties aside, and showed him my cunt, open and glistening, while I slid two fingers inside and slowly pulled them out. Aurelio closed his eyes for a second, as if holding himself back hurt, and when he opened them there was no doubt who was winning this game. Our bedroom window looked onto the inner courtyard, far from the street, so at that moment the three of us were the only people who existed.

—You’re trembling —Damián said, coming up behind me—. I didn’t think you’d go this far.

—You lost the bet, sweetheart —I replied without turning around, my fingers still inside me—. I’ve got him jerking off for me.

What I hadn’t anticipated was how much it would affect me. The challenge was to turn him on, but I was the one about to explode. My whole hand was dripping.

***

Opening the French doors had been Damián’s idea. He did it almost without thinking, driven by the same excitement that had swept us both along.

—Come in and have some water, Aurelio —he said from the doorway, trying to sound casual—. It’s hell out there.

Aurelio came in slowly, barely tucking his cock back in, wiping his hands on his pants, sizing both of us up with that calm of his. He knew perfectly well what had just happened. I was still sitting on the bed, my dress bunched around my waist, tits out and panties pushed aside, with no intention of covering myself.

—What a show you’ve given me, ma’am —he said, and his deep voice ran all the way down my back—. I almost came in the garden.

—I didn’t know you were watching —I lied, and all three of us knew it was a lie.

Damián laughed nervously, not quite sure what he had unleashed. But I knew. I stood up, let the dress fall to the floor, and crossed the room naked until I stopped inches from Aurelio. He smelled of damp earth, sunlight, and the sweat of a man who had worked all day. I put one hand on his chest and the other directly over the bulge straining his pants. He was rock-hard. I felt his heart pounding like a drum and his cock throbbing against my palm.

—You’ve spent the whole afternoon watching me with your cock hard —I told him quietly—. Now you’re here. And you’re going to let me taste it.

—Mariana —Damián interrupted, but his voice wasn’t a warning. It was almost a plea.

I looked at my boyfriend over my shoulder. His eyes were bright, his fly already open, his hand wrapped around his own cock. He wasn’t going to stop me. It was exactly what he, without admitting it, had wanted to provoke from the beginning.

I got down on my knees.

***

Aurelio slowly let out his breath when I undid the button of his pants and pulled them down to his ankles along with his underwear. Neither of us was in a hurry. His cock sprang upward, hard and heavy, and smacked me on the cheek before I could catch it. I took it in both hands and let myself spend a moment just looking at it, feeling its weight and heat. It was big, thicker than I had imagined, with prominent veins and full balls hanging beneath it, throbbing against my fingers every time I closed my hands around it.

I ran my lips over it first without opening my mouth, leaving a slow, drooling trail from his balls to the tip. I licked his balls one by one, took them into my mouth slowly, sucked them while gripping his cock in my fist and stroking it languidly. Aurelio threw his head back and let out a deep moan that reverberated through the entire room. That reaction—the reaction of a man who thought he was in control of himself falling apart because of me—drove me crazy.

—Slowly —he murmured, his voice breaking—. That’s it, suck me like that, slowly.

I kissed the tip, gathered the thick drops from his glans with my tongue, and traced circles around the head while I listened to him pant. I opened my mouth and took him all the way in, until the tip hit the back of my throat and I had to breathe through my nose so I wouldn’t choke. Every time I moved up and down with my lips, his hands searched for my hair, not to push me, but to hold on, as if the ground had disappeared beneath him. I pulled all the way off, his cock shining with saliva, and spit on it before swallowing it to the bottom again. I felt him shudder from head to toe.

From one side, I could hear Damián breathing quickly, his own hand setting an obscene rhythm on his cock, in time with mine.

—I can’t believe what I’m watching —he said, his voice tense—. The way you’re eating his cock, fuck, the way you’re swallowing it whole.

I didn’t answer him. My mouth was occupied and my mind was elsewhere. Aurelio began moving his hips, slowly at first, fucking my mouth carefully, and I let him set the pace until I grabbed his ass with both hands and asked for more. Then he really thrust, all the way in, pulling out with strings of saliva dripping from my chin to my tits. I looked up at him with tear-filled eyes, full of him, and every time our gazes met he moaned louder. I slipped one hand between my legs and started rubbing my cunt while I sucked him, dripping onto the carpet. It was a back-and-forth of pleasure that neither of us wanted to escape.

The wardrobe mirror reflected the entire scene: me on my knees and naked, my tits bouncing every time he rammed my mouth, Aurelio with his head thrown back and his shirt clinging to his body, and Damián standing beside the bed, jerking off without blinking, his cock dripping in his hand. Knowing I was being watched by both of them, feeling like a slut between two men at once, pushed me even further. I shoved three fingers into my cunt and moved them in the same rhythm with which I was fucking my throat.

—Mariana —Aurelio panted—, I’m not going to last much longer. I’m going to come.

I sped up. I grabbed his balls with one hand, feeling them pull tight against his body, while with the other I worked the base of his cock and with my mouth and tongue I squeezed the tip, without stopping, sucking hard. I felt his whole body tense, felt his stomach contract. He let out a long, deep, animal growl and came with such force that it made me close my eyes. The first jet filled my mouth, thick and hot; I pulled his cock out and let the next ones land on my face, my lips, my chin, my tits, while I kept jerking him to draw out every last drop. I held him until the end without letting go, until the final tremor ran through him and he went still, panting, one hand braced on my shoulder so he wouldn’t lose his balance.

I opened my mouth so they could see the semen still inside, rolled it over my tongue, and swallowed it in one gulp while looking Damián in the eyes. My boyfriend let out a strangled moan and came into his own hand instantly, without even warning, splattering the edge of the bed.

***

I wiped my lips with the back of my hand, gathered with one finger a string of cum sliding between my breasts, and sucked it off unhurriedly. I stood up slowly. Aurelio looked at me with a mixture of amazement and respect, still catching his breath, his half-hard cock gleaming with saliva.

—It’s been years since I… —he began, and didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t need to.

Damián was still in his corner, disheveled, his stained hand hanging at his side, a foolish smile on his red face.

—I told you —I said, coming closer to kiss him with my mouth still tasting of Aurelio—. I had it in the palm of my hand. You’re doing the dishes for a month.

—The challenge was to turn him on —he protested, laughing—, not to swallow his whole cock.

—You opened the French doors, sweetheart. It’s your fault for turning me on first.

Aurelio calmly adjusted his clothes, tucking his still-swollen cock back inside his pants, gradually regaining that serenity of his, the serenity of a man of few words. Before leaving, he stopped in front of me and held my chin between two fingers, those fingers that smelled of earth and my own cunt from when I had touched myself earlier.

—I’ll be back for the hedges next week —he said with a crooked smile—. And for whatever else is needed. Next time I’ll put it all the way inside you.

I watched him cross the courtyard again, pick up the pruning shears, and carry on as if nothing had happened, just as calm as ever. But this time, when he looked up at the window, he didn’t look away.

I drew the curtains closed slowly, my heart still racing and my legs sticky. Damián hugged me from behind, burying his face in my neck.

—What have I gotten myself into? —he murmured.

I smiled, looking at the garden through the gap in the curtain.

Into what we had both wanted to get into for a very long time.