I got there just before midday. Standing in the garden outside the master bedroom I wasn’t
sure what I should be doing. Whether I’d been brought to watch again or whether she really
did just want the yard done. Maybe Mrs. D was giving me the benefit of the doubt and she
was just going to let the last time go. I had all my garden tools. They were sitting at my
feet. I was in the exact same spot that I’d been last time. I could still see the indent
of my boot prints from before. The window was open again—wider this time. The room was
dark. With so much garden it didn’t get much natural light. She must have had the light on
last time.
I looked at my watch. It was now quarter past. I was just about to get to work, actually
weeding the garden when I heard the bedroom door open and saw the light flick on.
She came into the room, guiding a blindfolded Mr. D. If she saw me again she didn’t
acknowledge it at all. She was wearing a robe. Loosely tied. I could see she was naked
underneath. Her breasts swayed freely under the silky fabric and when she tugged on his
arm I saw a mouthwatering sliver of nipple.
‘”How long are the kids with Grandma?” He asked. I could hear them more clearly with the
window all the way open. He was smiling wide and loosening his tie. The suit jacket
must’ve been lost somewhere else in the house. He was only in his business shirt and suit
pants.
“Another three weeks.”
“Do I get a special lunchtime treat everyday for the next three weeks?”
She laughed and said, “If you’re a good boy.” Mrs. D led him over to the bed and he sat
with his back to me. She knelt in front of him. I couldn’t see what she was doing but I
heard the slap of his shoes against the floorboard, the metallic clink of his belt buckle
and the swish of his zipper.
“What do I get if I’m bad?”
His pants were gone, she slapped her hands lightly on his thighs, he lifted up his butt
and she removed his briefs. I heard him groan. His head fell back and his shoulders
dropped. The wet sound of sucking made it obvious what she was doing. She wouldn’t fumble.
She’d be good. I was sure of it. Through my khaki work pants I squeezed the head of my
cock and imagined the wet heat of her mouth.
With Mr. D blindfolded and the invitation from Mrs. D I felt comfortable that she
actually wanted me here. She wanted me to see this, so I unbuttoned my fly and let my dick
spring out.
“If you’re bad. Then I’ll have to punish you.”
He laughed. “I like the sound of that.”
“Do you like the blindfold?”
‘Yes.’ His voice sounded thick and deep. Not at all like the commanding tone of the other
day.
“You don’t know what’s happening—do you? You don’t know what I’m going to do next.” She
stood up now, dropped the robe and I had to stop myself from groaning. That woman was made
to be naked. Perfect rounded curves.
“No.”
When she leaned forward to remove his shirt her breasts rubbed against his face. He
groaned the way I wanted to and moved his mouth to find a nipple. As he sucked deep on her
tit her eyes closed. She speared her fingers his hair and gripped his head, keeping him at
her breast.
“Good. That’s good,” she said as she pulled away. There was a wet popping sound as his
mouth released. Her hands went to his shoulders and pushed him back onto the bed.
“Move back now. Back until I tell you to stop.”
Still blindfolded he shifted back into the middle of the bed. Side on, so I could see him
best. Was she positioning him for me I wondered? That would mean she knew I was there, but
she still had yet to even look at the window.
Did she know I was there?
She straddled him now. As she lifted her leg I saw the slick puffy lips of her cunt.
That’s what he called it last time.
Her cunt.
I liked the word. How it made me feel to hear him say it. She was now positioned over his
thighs, so his cock was still clearly visible. Did she do that for me? So I could see
him?
“Eyes covered like that you wouldn’t even know if someone was watching,” she said.
He gasped, and his hips flexed up off the bed for a moment.
“You like the idea—don’t you?”
He shook his head, but it was obvious he did like it. His cock was jumping at her every
word.
She leaned forward, draping her breasts across him so his dick nestled between the soft
mounds. “Do you like the idea of someone watching?” She asked, “I wonder what they’d be
doing as they watched. What do you think they’d be doing Lucas?”
He didn’t answer. She pressed her breasts together and trapped his cock between the soft
mounds. How good would that feel? I brought both my hands down, sandwiched my cock between
my palms and tried to imagine the feeling.
“Answer me.”
She snaked out her tongue and licked the head of his cock. I dragged my thumb across mine
mimicking her.
“What would they do?” She gripped the base of his cock and as she spoke her lips touched
the head.
“Masturbate.” He whispered the word.
“You want someone to come watching you? Watching me suck your cock. Lick your balls. Fuck
my tits. Is that what you want?”
He groaned out a word that sounded like, “Yes”.
“Is it a man or a woman? Who’s watching us?”
She sucked his cock in her mouth and he cried out, “Fuck!” in a strangled tone.
Drawing back, still holding his cock in one hand she asked, “Who’s watching us Lucas?”
He didn’t answer. Just shook his head as if he couldn’t say the words. Looking frustrated
she shook her head and let go of his cock, letting it slap back against his stomach.
“Answer me now or you don’t get to come. Tell me who you want watching us, making
themselves come. Who is it? A man or a woman?”
His reply was soft, but I heard the words clearly. “A man.”
She sat up and reached down to again take his cock in hand. “You want a man to beat his
meat, stroke his cock, up and down.. .” Her hand matched time with her voice. “…up and
down until they spurt cum?”
“Yes. Yes.” His hips arched off the bed. Mine were rocking back and forth in the same
rhythm as her—as if hypnotized.
“What if they were in here now? A young strong man. Barely twenty. Muscled, lean and
sweaty. Working the yard he heard you cry out. Heard what you wanted and came in. What if
he was in here with us, right now, his cock in hand? Watching you, ready to shoot his cum
all you. All over your stomach.”
Me, they were talking about me, and I liked it.
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