My God, he's strong. That thought was always a turn on for me. Following me into the garden, he nuzzled my neck, knowing I couldn't resist. But, for a moment, I did, long enough to make him force my knees into the soft earth as the scent of poppy blooms exploded around me. 

Brazenly raising my skirt to expose my ass, he thrust inside, plunging urgently and so fucking hard that I gasped. I soon gushed my juices and he continued until he grunted his release. 

Turning, I kissed my gardener. “Better get dressed, Julio. My husband is home today.”