Carnal Horizons: A Handyman’s Temptation
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Chapter 1: The Villa’s Whispering Waves
The salty tang of the Pacific clung to the air like a lover’s breath as Alex Thorne pulled his beat-up truck up to the wrought-iron gates of the Malibu villa. It was late afternoon, the sun dipping low, painting the cliffs in hues of molten gold. He’d gotten the call two days ago from Riley, one of his steady clients—a sharp-tongued gallery owner with a penchant for discretion. Her editor buddy, Sophia Lang, was drowning in marital drought, too loyal to dive into an affair outright. Riley’s fix? Alex posing as the understudy gardener, young buck stepping in for the ailing regular. A little skimming of leaves from the infinity pool’s edge, and the rest would unfold like tide pulling at sand.
Alex killed the engine, grabbing his toolkit from the bed—pruners, a hose coil, gloves that hid calluses from more intimate labors. At 28, he moved with the easy swagger of someone who’d turned bodies into symphonies, his broad shoulders straining a faded tank top, ink-black hair tousled by the coastal breeze. No Camry pretense here; the truck screamed working class, perfect cover for the coastal elite’s fantasies.
The gates buzzed open after his ring. Gravel crunched under tires as he parked near the sprawling terrace. The villa sprawled like a fever dream—white stucco walls hugging glass that framed the endless ocean. Palm fronds rustled overhead, and the pool shimmered, its water bleeding into the horizon. Footsteps clipped across stone; the door swung wide.
Sophia Lang stood there, mid-50s elegance wrapped in a gauzy sarong over a one-piece swimsuit. Slender as a reed, her brunette waves caught the light, green eyes sharp with curiosity, not quite suspicion. A faint jasmine scent wafted from her skin, mixing with chlorine and sea spray.
“You’re not Javier,” she said, voice smooth but edged, tilting her head. Her gaze flicked over him—appraising, lingering on the V of his chest where sweat already beaded.
Alex flashed a grin, wiping his brow with a forearm. “No, ma’am. Name’s Alex, his nephew. Javier’s down with a bug—flu or something nasty. Sent me to handle the pool and gardens. Hope that’s alright?” He extended a hand, rough palm meeting her softer one, a spark jumping at the contact.
“Sophia, please. Come on in.” She stepped aside, robe fluttering, revealing toned legs that spoke of yoga mats and quiet discipline. “The usual spots need attention—the overflow drains clog with petals this time of year.”
As she led him through the cool marble foyer, Alex caught the echo of laughter from the terrace. Another figure lounged by the pool: Lena Voss, Sophia’s closest confidante, voluptuous curves spilling from a crimson bikini, fiery red hair a cascade of chaos. At 55, she owned her fullness—hips swaying with intent as she sipped a chilled rosé, her laugh booming like thunder over waves.
“Who’s the fresh meat?” Lena called, peering over aviators, lips curving wicked. The air hummed thicker now, ripe with unspoken invitation.
Chapter 2: Sun-Kissed Teases 🔥
Alex set to work, the pool’s surface skimming clean under his net, water lapping rhythmic against tiles. The sun baked his back, sweat tracing rivulets down his spine. He felt their eyes—Sophia’s discreet from a shaded lounger, robe loose now, exposing collarbone and the swell of small, pert breasts. Lena, bolder, sprawled prone, bikini straps undone, skin glistening with oil.
“Damn, boy, you handle that pole like a pro,” Lena drawled, voice carrying on the breeze. Sophia shushed her, cheeks flushing rose. “Jesus, Lena, volume down. He’ll think we’re—”
“Desperate? Horny as hell?” Lena propped on elbows, full breasts shifting, dark nipples pebbled against fabric. “Lighten up, Soph. Hubby’s off shooting that documentary in Bali—what’s a girl to do but eye the help?”
Alex chuckled low, glancing back. “Heat’s brutal today. You ladies need anything cooled down?” His tank clung translucent, muscles flexing as he hauled debris. The carnal pull hit him then—raw, animal, stirring his groin with visions of salt-slicked skin under his hands.
Lena fanned herself dramatically. “Oh, honey, a rubdown would hit the spot. Back’s frying out here.” She waved a sunscreen bottle, arching into the pose. Sophia rolled eyes heavenward. “Ignore her. Or don’t—your call.”
He sauntered over, dropping the net. Perched on her lounger’s edge, Alex squirted lotion into palms, the coconut tang sharp in his nose. His hands met Lena’s shoulders—silky, fever-warm. She sighed deep, a purr vibrating through her. “Magic fingers. You moonlight as a therapist?”
“Something like that,” he murmured, thumbs circling knots, dipping lower. Her skin drank the oil, gleaming. Sophia watched, breath shallow, fingers twisting her glass stem. Fingers ventured to Lena’s thighs, thumbs grazing inner silk. A soft moan escaped her, hips twitching.
“Lena Marie Voss,” Sophia hissed, standing abruptly, glasses clinking as she snatched them up. “I’m fetching refills. Behave—or don’t, I guess.” But her eyes betrayed her, snagging on the ridge tenting Alex’s shorts.
As Sophia vanished inside, Lena twisted, hand bold on his thigh. “She’s married, I’m hitched too, but fuck… that carnal hunger in her eyes? She’s cracking.” Her palm cupped him through denim, stroking firm. Heat surged, his length thickening. “Join us inside? Guest cabana’s empty.”
Alex groaned soft, pulse hammering. “Sophia?”
“Follow. She’ll fold.” Lena rose, tugging him up, her body pressing full—soft belly to his abs, breasts pillowing. Lips brushed his jaw, tasting salt. 💋
Poolside Ignition
The cabana door clicked shut, ocean roar muffled by thick drapes. Lena shoved him against cushions, knees straddling, grinding down. “Taste me first,” she demanded, yanking bikini aside. Her core bloomed wet, musky arousal hitting him like a wave. Tongue delved, lapping folds, clit throbbing under flicks. She bucked, nails raking scalp, cries echoing—”Fuck, yes, devour that pussy!”
Sophia burst in mid-moan, frozen in doorway, lips parted. Horror? Awe? The air crackled electric.
Chapter 3: Fractured Vows
Sophia’s glass trembled, ice rattling like accusations. “Lena—what the actual hell? He’s the goddamn gardener!” Her voice cracked, but feet rooted, gaze locked on Lena’s writhing form, Alex’s mouth buried in slick heat.
Lena gasped, grinding harder. “Soph, baby—join. Hubby’s cock’s a limp noodle; feel this man’s hunger.” She beckoned with dripping fingers, painting her own nipple crimson.
Alex surfaced, chin gleaming, eyes dark on Sophia. “No pressure. But that look… it’s carnal fire begging release.” He stood slow, erection straining zipper, a damp spot blooming. Sophia’s throat worked swallow; she set glasses down, hands shaking.
“I… can’t cheat. Marcus deserves…” But her body betrayed—nipples tight against suit, thighs clenching.
Lena slid off, sauntering to her, hands framing face. “One taste. Secrets stay here.” Lips met, tentative, then devouring. Tongues tangled visible, moans shared. Alex watched, stroking slow through fabric, the sight coiling tension low in his gut.
Sophia broke, panting. “Promise silence?”
“Buried deeper than Atlantis.” Alex unzipped, cock springing heavy, veined, crown weeping. Gasps synced—Lena’s greedy, Sophia’s reverent.
They dropped as one, knees to rug. Lena claimed first, lips stretching round girth, throat relaxing to swallow half in wet glide. Sophia hesitated, then tongue traced balls, shy laps turning bold. Saliva dripped, mingled scents—coconut, musk, sea. “So thick,” Sophia whispered, hollow-cheeked suck.
Alex threaded fingers in hair, hips gentle thrust. “Good girls… fuck, your mouths.” Gurgle-sucks filled room, eyes watering yet locked adoring.
Twin Flames Converge
Lena gagged deep, nose to pubes, holding breath stolen. Sophia lapped shaft, tandem rhythm building. Precum smeared lips; they kissed around tip, swapping salty essence. Alex’s thighs quaked, control fraying at edges.
“Bed. Now.” He hauled them up, clothes shedding like skins—Sophia’s suit peeled, revealing pale curves, trimmed bush damp. Lena’s bikini tossed, heavy tits swinging free, ass plush.
Chapter 4: Depths Unleashed 🔥
The cabana bed sagged under weight, sheets twisting as bodies collided. Alex claimed Sophia first—her reluctance melting in missionary press. Legs hooked waist, her heat clenching velvet around his plunge. “Oh god—too big!” she wailed, nails digging shoulders. He drove steady, building, each thrust bottoming her gasps.
“Feel that? Carnal storm inside you.” His growl vibrated her skin; sweat-slick slides slapped loud. Ocean crashed parallel rhythm outside.
Lena straddled Sophia’s face reverse, grinding down. “Eat me, love—tongue fuck like you mean it.” Sophia obeyed, muffled moans vibrating Lena’s clit. Fingers pinched Sophia’s nipples, twisting sparks. Air thick—pungent arousal, grunts, wet smacks.
Alex pulled out glistening, flipping Sophia doggy. Reentered savage, balls slapping clit. Lena leaned, tongues dueling over Sophia’s back. “Pound her, stud—make that married cunt weep.”
Sophia shattered first—body convulsing, walls milking frantic. “Coming—fuck, I’m coming!” Juice squirted sheets, thighs quaking.
New scene twisted: They spilled to terrace dusk, pool lights flickering. Alex bent Lena over railing, railing her from rear while Sophia knelt below, lapping where they joined. Waves roared approval; her tongue scooped cream, rimming his sack. “Taste us mixed,” Lena urged. Sophia hummed assent, fingers circling own ass.
Alex roared release in Lena—hot jets flooding deep. Pulled free, feeding spent spurts to Sophia’s eager mouth. She swallowed greedy, eyes glazed bliss.
Outdoor Ecstasy
Cooling air raised gooseflesh; they dove pool naked, bodies tangling water. Weightless fucks—Sophia riding reverse, tits bobbing; Lena facesat poolside, thighs vise Alex’s head. Chlorine mingled cum-tang, night enveloping sins.
Chapter 5: Echoes of Surrender 💋
Dawn crept rosy fingers over cliffs as they collapsed indoor, limbs entangled. Alex lay center, Sophia curled one side, head on chest listening heart thunder. Lena opposite, leg slung possessive. Silence heavy, broken soft.
“That was… insane,” Sophia breathed, tracing tattoo whorls. Guilt flickered green eyes. “Marcus returns tomorrow. This carnal detour—did I ruin us?”
Alex stroked her thigh, tender now. “You chased need. No ruin, just truth unveiled.” His voice low rumble soothed; exhaustion weighted lids.
Lena chuckled husky. “Told Riley it’d work. You’re hooked, Soph—call anytime.” She squeezed his softening length playful. “Pool needs weekly now.”
They stirred slow—shared shower steaming, hands washing away evidence yet etching memories. Soap suds foamed breasts, fingers delved gentle clean. Sophia knelt final worship, sucking tender till he spilled soft on tongue.
Dressed at last, Alex gathered tools. Sophia slipped envelope—generous, discreet. “Come back? As… you?”
“Name the day.” Kiss lingered, tasting promise.
Truck rumbled gate-ward, villa shrinking mirror. Riley’s text buzzed: Nailed it. Sequel soon? Alex grinned, horizon calling next hunger. Their carnal pact sealed waves eternal.
Afterglow Tides
Sophia watched departure, hand pressed window cool. Inside stirred wildness long dormant—mirror reflected flushed cheeks, bitten lips. Lena hugged from back. “Girl, you glowed last night. Own it.”
“I will.” Smile tentative turned fierce. Door shut on yesterday; tomorrow beckoned slick with possibility.
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