She certainly did!

"Miss me already, Mrs. Reynolds?" Seth breathes in her ear as his hands slide up her sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts through her thin blouse.

Amanda arches into his touch, a soft moan escaping as he nips at her earlobe. "Seth," she breathes, her body responding instantly to his proximity. "Someone might see us."

Seth chuckles darkly, one hand moving to cup her breast while the other tangles in her hair, gently tugging her head back. "No one can see us back here," he growls, grinding his hips against her ass. His free hand slides down her stomach, fingers teasing the waistband of her pants. "Tell me, Mrs. Reynolds - do you really want me to stop?"

Amanda gasps as Seth's fingers dip beneath the waistband of her pants, teasing the sensitive skin just above her mound. Her hips buck involuntarily, seeking more of his touch even as a small part of her mind registers the potential danger of their situation. "No," she breathes, reaching back to grip his thigh. "Don't stop."

Seth groans in approval, his fingers sliding lower to cup her mound through the thin fabric of her panties. "Fuck, you're so wet already," he murmurs, rubbing slow circles over her clothed sex. "You want my fingers inside you, don't you Mrs. Reynolds?" Seth's hand slips beneath the waistband of Amanda's panties, fingers parting her slick folds. She arches with a sharp gasp as he finds her sensitive bud, circling it teasingly. "Answer me," he demands, voice rough with desire. "Tell me how badly you want my fingers fucking your tight little cunt."

Amanda's head falls back against Seth's shoulder, a moan catching in her throat as he plunges two fingers deep inside her. "Yes!" she cries out, hips rocking shamelessly to take him deeper. "Oh god, Seth, yes! I want your fingers, your cock, I want you to fuck me right here in the dirt!"

Seth's fingers pump in and out of Amanda's dripping core, the wet sounds of her arousal obscenely loud in the quiet backyard. His thumb continues to circle her clit, sending jolts of pleasure zinging up her spine. "That's it, Mrs. Reynolds," he purrs, nipping at her earlobe. "Take my fingers like a good little slut. I knew you'd be begging for my cock soon enough."

Amanda whimpers, her inner walls fluttering around Seth's invading digits. She's never been spoken to so crudely before, but the degrading words only serve to heighten her arousal. "Please, Seth." Her breath hitches as his fingers brush against a particularly sensitive spot deep inside her. "Please make me come. I need to come so badly."

Seth growls appreciatively, increasing the pace of his thrusts. His free hand comes up to roughly squeeze her breast through her shirt, pinching and rolling her nipple until she squeals in delight. "Not yet," he commands, slowing his movements. "I want you good and **** before I make you come. I want to hear you beg for it."

Amanda mewls in frustration, grinding her ass back against Seth's erection as he continues to tease her with slow, deliberate strokes. "Please." The words emerge as a breathy whimper. "Please Seth, I can't take it anymore. I need to come. I need you to fuck me." She turns her head, seeking his lips in a ****, open-mouthed kiss. Her tongue flicks against his as she tries to deepen the contact, seeking some release for her building tension.

Seth grins wickedly against Amanda's lips, clearly enjoying her desperation. He pulls back, denying her the kiss she craves. "Since you asked so nicely..." His fingers withdraw from her dripping pussy, leaving her feeling empty and wanting. But before she can protest, he's spinning her around to face him.

In one swift movement, Seth hikes Amanda up, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist as he pins her against the wall of her gardening shed. His erection presses insistently against her clothed sex, the friction maddening through the thin fabric of her pants. "You want to come, Mrs. Reynolds?" His voice is a low, seductive rumble. "Beg for my cock." Seth's lips crash against Amanda's in a bruising kiss as he grinds his hard length against her core. She moans into his mouth, the heat of his erection scorching her even through their clothes. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, nails raking across his skin as she tries to pull him closer.

"Please," Amanda whimpers when they break for air, her eyes dark with lust. "I need your cock. I need you to fuck me hard and make me come."

Seth chuckles darkly, relishing the effect he has on her. "Mmm, such a needy little slut for me. I love it when you beg." Without warning, Seth's hands slide under Amanda's shirt, pushing it up and off her body. His fingers immediately find her breasts, kneading and pinching her sensitive nipples through the thin lace of her bra. He pulls one cup down, exposing her breast to the cool air and his hungry gaze. Amanda arches into his touch, her breath coming in short gasps as he torments her sensitive peak.

"You're so fucking beautiful like this, all **** for my touch." Seth's free hand slides down her stomach, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her pants. He teases her entrance, not quite entering her but applying enough pressure to make her squirm. "Tell me how badly you want it, Mrs. Reynolds." Seth smirks wickedly as he feels Amanda writhe against him, her body a livewire of need. He maintains the infuriating pressure on her clothed slit, denying her the penetration she craves.

"Mmm, I can feel how much you want me," he purrs, his fingers dancing along her slick folds through the fabric. "So wet, so ready for my cock. But I'm not convinced you want it badly enough yet." Seth's hand dips lower, applying more pressure as he continues to tease her. His other hand moves to her throat, not **** but asserting his dominance. "Tell me how much you need me, Mrs. Reynolds. How much you crave my touch, my cock, my control."

Amanda's head lolls back, exposing her neck as she moans. "Please, Seth. I need you so badly. I've been thinking about your cock all morning, dreaming of how it feels inside me. Please, I need you to fuck me. I need you to use me, to make me your little slut. I'm yours, all yours, just take me, please!" Her words are ****, laced with longing as she begs for his touch.

Seth's eyes darken with lust, his control slipping as he hears her **** pleas. His hand at her throat tightens slightly, his other fingers finally pushing past her panties and into her wet heat. "Fuck, you're so ready for me," he groans, his thumb finding her clit as two fingers pump in and out of her.

"You're mine, all mine," he growls, his lips claiming hers in a bruising kiss. Amanda melts against him, her body trembling with need as he continues his relentless **** on her senses. Seth's eyes darken as he watches Amanda push her pants down, revealing her naked lower half to him. His gaze roams hungrily across her curves, pausing to admire her exposed pussy. "Fuck, you're so beautiful," he growls, his hands moving to grip her hips possessively. "I'm going to fuck you right here, where anyone could see us."

Without warning, Seth bends Amanda over the nearest lawn chair, her ass in the air. He quickly unzips his pants, freeing his hard cock. "You want this, don't you?" he asks, rubbing the tip teasingly against her entrance. "Beg for it, Mrs. Reynolds."

Amanda whimpers, her body aching for Seth's touch. She pushes back against him, her ass rubbing against his cock teasingly. "Please, Seth, I need you so badly. Fuck me, use me, make me yours." Her words are laced with **** need, her body quivering with the intensity of her longing.

Seth groans, his control finally snapping. He grabs her hips roughly, pulling her back onto his cock in one swift motion. "Fuck!" he exclaims, his length buried to the hilt inside her. "So tight, so good." He starts to move, setting a punishing pace as he pounds into her from behind. The sun beat down on Amanda's exposed skin as Seth loomed behind her, his cock buried deep inside her aching pussy. She gripped the chair tightly, her knuckles turning white as he thrust into her with animalistic abandon. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air, punctuated by Amanda's wanton moans and Seth's grunts of pleasure.

"Yes, fuck, just like that," Amanda cried out, pushing her hips back to meet his relentless thrusts. "Harder, Seth, fuck me harder!" She could feel her climax building, the coil of tension in her core winding tighter with each powerful stroke of his cock. The muscles in Seth's back strained as he gripped Amanda's hips, his powerful thrusts driving her body against the lawn chair. "You like that, don't you?" he growled, his words husky with exertion. "Taking my cock like a good little slut."

Amanda's face flushed at his crude words, but her pussy only grew wetter in response. She turned her head to look at him, her mouth opening as she saw the intense expression on his face. "Yes, Seth, I love it. I'm your slut, your whore. Use me however you want."

Seth's eyes blazed with lust at her words, and he reached around to grip her throat lightly. As the chair creaked and groaned under the **** of Seth's relentless thrusts, Amanda's moans grew louder, echoing through the empty backyard. She could feel the pressure building inside her, the coil winding tighter and tighter until she thought she might burst.

"Yes, fuck, I'm so close," she gasped, her fingers digging into the wooden armrests. "Don't stop, Seth, please don't stop!" She pushed her hips back urgently, **** for that final push over the edge.

Seth could feel her pussy clenching around him, her walls fluttering with the onset of her orgasm. He squeezed her throat tighter, his other hand coming around to roughly circle her clit. "Come for me, Amanda," Seth commanded, his voice low and rough with arousal. "I want to feel you come all over my cock like the **** slut you are."

His words, combined with the intense pressure of his fingers on her clit and his cock driving deep inside her, pushed Amanda over the precipice. Her climax crashed over her like a tidal wave, her pussy convulsing around Seth's thick shaft as she screamed her release into the empty yard. "Fuck, yes, just like that!" Seth groaned, his hips stuttering as Amanda's walls rippled along his length, milking his own orgasm from him.

Amanda's body quivered as Seth's release filled her, the heat of his cum inside her intensifying her own climax. As the waves of pleasure began to ebb, she collapsed forward onto the chair, panting heavily. Seth continued to thrust shallowly, drawing out the last tremors of her orgasm before pulling out and stepping back, his cock still half-erect and glistening with their combined fluids.

"That was amazing," Amanda said softly, turning to look at Seth with a sated smile. "You always know exactly how to make me feel so good." She stood up, wobbling slightly on unsteady legs, and stepped closer to Seth, pressing her body against his.

Seth's strong arms wrapped around Amanda's waist, pulling her flush against his chest. He tilted her chin up with a finger, forcing her to meet his intense gaze. "You're mine now, Amanda," he declared, his voice low and possessive. "I won't let anyone else have you."

Amanda shivered at his words, a thrill running down her spine. She could feel the heat of his skin against hers, his cock still half-hard and pressing insistently against her belly. "What," she breathed, "What about Henry? What about my husband?"