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The sound of his voice broke through the confusion and I returned to watching.

“You know you’re not allowed to touch yourself.”

At that Mrs. D brought her wet fingers up to her lips and sucked them into her mouth. My cock jolted in my hand. I gripped the base, pinching back the cum so ready to spurt. I didn’t want to come yet. Just seeing her lick those fingers had me ready to burst.

“I’ll have to punish you.”

Mr. D had moved to the edge of the bed. He draped his tie across the high wooden footer and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Each button revealed a sliver of flesh. Toned and tanned—broader and more muscled than my own work defined chest. Mrs. D waited while he shucked off his shirt and draped it next to his tie. He sat down on the edge of the bed. Not touching her. I didn’t know how he could stand it, not touching her while she lay there all spread out, wet and lush in front of him. I couldn’t see what he was doing because he had his back to me but I heard a thump and guessed that he’d removed his shoes.

He unbuckled his belt. Slowly drawing out the leather and doubling it over in his hand to make a loop. Mrs. D watched as he snapped the loop together.

Once…twice…three times.

We were mesmerized, she and I, as he snapped that leather in his hands. Then he drew it back and slapped it hard against his palm. The sound rang out loud and the shock of it almost made me cry out. I shoved a knuckle in my mouth to hold back the sound.

She did. Turning until she was facing the window. Facing me. My heart jumped so high I swore it hit my throat. But she didn’t look out at me, she kept her head down.

“I won’t use the belt today. You want it too bad. You don’t deserve it today. Naughty slut! Today I want to feel your flesh heat up on my hand.” Mr. D ran his fingers across her rounded ass, stroking in slow circles.

I didn’t know how much I wanted it until I saw him do it. Until I heard that first slap cut through the air. Sharp. Loud. I bit down on the knuckle in my mouth and gripped my cock with my other hand. I started to stroke as he spanked, matching each tug down on my dick with his slapping hand. Mrs. D rocked back against his hand, pushing her ass up at him, as if she wanted it. In a rocking rhythm she moved on her knees, dancing back to meet his slaps.

“You’re going to come. Aren’t you? Filthy little bitch loves it so much she’s going to come.” Mr. D had worked open the zip of his pants and I could see his cock.

Her head dropped until her forehead was touching the sheets, tilting her ass up even further. With her shoulders down low I could see him better—the dark red head of his cock, moist with pre-cum just like mine. With one hand he slapped down on her ass and with the other he stroked down on his hard shaft.

“You want it. You love it. Feel it. Touch your cunt. I want to see you fuck yourself.”

She must have done as he said. I couldn’t see it but I could hear the wet slap of her hand once more.

“Fuck it. Fuck it hard. That’s right, fuck that cunt hard.” He’d stopped slapping and now had both hands on his cock. One cupping his balls as the other went flying up and down his shaft, “I’m going to come on your ass. Come hard.”

I watched—my own hand a blur on my pulsing dick. I gripped my balls just like Mr. D. Squeezing slightly.

“Come slut! Come now. I’m going to come on your ass. You come now or I’ll tie up your hands and I won’t let you.”

Mrs. D wailed—a deep keening sound like I’d never heard before. Her whole body shook and her shoulders collapsed on the bed. Mr. D’s face contorted. His head fell back, his neck taut, as red and strained as his cock. Then he spurted, a thick white jet of cum hit the spank red flesh of Mrs. D’s ass. At that sight I could hold it no longer and I squeezed a hand around the head of my dick to catch my own cum.

I‘d never come so hard in my life, not even the first time I’d felt a pussy contract around my cock. Dazed, I watched as Mr. D’s face broke out into a big grin. He collapsed on the bed beside his wife and kicked his feet to remove the suit pants that had fallen to his ankles.

“Filthy woman. You know, you did call me out of a meeting.” He stroked a hand down the length of her back. A loving gesture at odds with the clenched fist man who’d entered the bedroom.

Mrs. D rolled on her side to face him and purred, “I know. How else could I get you to punish me?”

“God. I love you woman.” He reached closer and kissed his wife long and deep. It made me blush. I looked away knowing I shouldn’t watch. I felt more like a peeping Tom witnessing that moment of affection than the hot spanking sex I’d just seen.

“I need a shower. And so do you my beautiful wicked wife.” Mr. D made a point of rubbing a hand across her cum soaked ass.

She smiled up at him and said, “You heat up the water and I’ll be right in.”

Mr. D left the room, walking through their closet into the bathroom. I watched the muscles of his ass as he walked away with that same confused feeling of lust and taboo I’d experienced before.

I was standing there quietly, waiting for Mrs. D to leave so I could escape when it happened. She got up on her knees and stretched her arms up over her head. It was gorgeous. All those curves on display pointed right at me. My dick hardened up again at the sight. I was enjoying the moment, lazily stroking a hand up and down my semi hard cock when she smiled. Right at me. She locked eyes with mine and smiled a very knowing smile.

Adrenalin surged through me making it hard to think. My head filled with panicked thoughts.
She knew I was there. Did she know I was there? No, she didn’t know I was there
. I was trying to convince myself just that when she said my name.

Chapter Two

For the next three days I waited for the axe to fall, jumping each time the phone rang. I worked hard, so hard I even earned rare praise from Harry. Praise I didn’t want, as it reminded me what I’d done. What I’d been caught doing. Guilt choked me each time I thought about what could happen—when Mrs. Dean told him.

Harry could be an ass, but he’d worked hard to build up his business. I didn’t want to cost him anything. Not like this. Several times I almost told him, confessed, but I couldn’t work up the courage. I was acting so weird that after my last try at telling him he gave me a strange look, gripped my shoulder and said, “Son, you need to get laid.”

Mary-Jane had called me—twice now—no doubt hoping to take up where we left off but I couldn’t. Not just because of the weight of guilt I carried, but because of what I’d seen. What I now wanted, something I couldn’t get from Mary-Jane.

On the morning of the third day as I lay on my bed thinking, worrying, remembering, fantasizing, Harry banged on the door and yelled, “Get to work. The Deans want their yard done.”

I jumped up so fast I almost tripped and hit the floor. “What?”

Harry stuck his head in the door and said, “Mrs. Dean just rang. Said you didn’t do the side garden good enough. She wants the one…” he looked down at the notepad in his hand, “…near the master bedroom weeded.”

“What?”

“Look, you didn’t do your job. Stop whining and get over there. She wants you there at midday. And I’m not paying you for your stuff ups. This is on your own time.”

* * * *

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—all that garden meant it didn’t get much natural light—which made me think she must’ve had the light on last time. It seemed somehow dirtier that she’d chosen deliberately to be under that bright light masturbating.

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.

“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 through 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.

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?

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, sandwiching my cock between my palms, and tried to imagine the feeling.