I hadn’t seen them on purpose.

I’d been watering my roses. Jack was on his way back from a business trip. He’d been gone for four days. I had about an hour before he returned, so I’d decided to do the watering. That way, when he got home, I could focus on him. Maybe we could go out to eat.

My mind had been meandering down that innocent path when I looked up at the tail end of my garden. It was very close to my neighbor’s back fence and their back patio door that led to the basement.

I was at the perfect angle to see them in relief: her on her knees, him holding her pony-tail in his hand as she bobbed her mouth up and down on his hard dick.

I froze, water sputtering from the spigot. I could hear what sounded like sex noises, but it didn’t seem to be... Read More