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 coming from them. It was just cloudy enough out that day to allow me to see inside fairly well.

In the background a porn movie was playing, people relishing in the fucking and the sucking and everything in between.

I was still holding the spigot as water poured from it.

She was getting him almost all the way into her mouth and throat. I marveled at it, because Doug wasn’t lacking in the dick department.

He moved his hips just enough to show eagerness. Behind him, the male star of the porno wasn’t being so subtle. He had ahold of his costar’s long red hair and was pounding into her mouth, sliding giddily between her willing lips.

One of them made a noise — I didn’t know if it was Debbie or Doug, but it seemed to trigger something deep inside me. An urgent animal sound. A sound that signified want and need and desire.

All of a sudden, I was counting down the moments until Jack got home. I was picturing myself devouring his cock and then him fucking me until I came. Then back to his cock in my mouth until he couldn’t stand it anymore so that he coated my tongue and lips.

I wiped my sweaty brow, realized I still had the hose, and turned away before my unsuspecting neighbors turned to find me spying on them.

My heart pounded as I finished the garden.

When my phone vibrated in my pocket I let out a little yelp and jumped. I was so tightly strung and so highly turned-on.

It was Jack texting me:

Should be home in about five, love. Can’t wait to see you.

I smiled and hurried inside.

When the key turned in the lock, I was so excited I felt like I might levitate.

He called out to me but I didn’t answer. I wanted him to look for me.

When he finally came up to the second floor, I heard him drop his bag in the hallway.

Then he peeked his head in and smiled, “There you are.”

His eyes caught up to the rest of him and his mouth popped open. I was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed with nothing on but my necklace and a smile.

“Hi,” I said.

“Hey, what’s this all about?”

“I missed you,” I said, beckoning him with a curl of my index finger.

He moved toward me and I scooted to the edge of the bed and put my feet on the floor. When he was close enough I tugged his tie until he bent to kiss me. I opened my mouth, ran my tongue along his, and flicked gently.

He growled slightly and I smiled.

“I’ve missed you, have I said?”

He stared at me and then nodded, smiling.

“Yes. You did. I believe you. I missed you, too.”

I pushed him gently and he stood up again. I grabbed his belt buckle, tugged him a step closer, and then undid his belt. “You did? Prove it.”

I whipped his belt out and tossed it. Then I popped his button and tugged down his zipper. I pulled his cock out and pressed the tip to my lips. His large hand came down atop my head like a benediction.

I parted my lips and pressed my open mouth against his tip. Slowly, I dragged my tongue over the small gem of pre-come I found there. He’d gone from befuddled to horny in no time flat.

“Jesus, this is not the homecoming I was expecting.”

“Are you complaining?” I asked softly, sucking his tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue over it the way I would a lollipop.

His hands were in my hair again, gripping, trying to contain his urge to push my head and thrust his hips. He was trying to behave himself.

“Not at all. Not even a little. I — ”

He lost his train of thought…and his control. He pressed his hand to the back of my head a little harder. He rocked his hips forward, and his cock surged over my tongue, the tip brushing the back of my throat.

I cupped his balls and squeezed gently, working my own rhythm even as he fucked my mouth.

He gasped as I laughed.

I pulled him out of my mouth then, my fist still working his shaft, my thumb dragging across the slit every few strokes. I stared up at him and then deliberately let go of his cock.

“Why don’t you be a good boy and lie here on the bed so I can reach you better?”

I didn’t need to ask him twice.

He got rid of his remaining clothes and practically hopped onto the bed. Then he laid there, dick pointing straight into the air like a divining rod. I gave it a few good tugs and then let it go. He gasped.

I moved up his thighs slowly, kissing the inside of the left one and then the right. I dragged my tongue along the tender skin where inner thigh met groin. And then I traced lines and circles along his balls. I flicked my tongue, sucked his balls gently, flicked my tongue, and sucked a bit harder.

He jittered on the bed like a man in the throes of electrocution.

When I thought he’d lose his mind, I put my hand on his balls and slid my mouth down his shaft. I got him as deep as I could and repeated it a few more times. I wanted him to be so close to losing it. When he was, I moved up his body slowly and looked him in the eye.

“Don’t you dare come, you hear me? Got it?”

He didn’t even talk. He simply nodded eagerly, looking more than a little stunned.

I moved slowly, letting him watch me, letting him anticipate. I was grateful to my porn-watching, dick-sucking neighbors for this little interlude. They’d inspired me.

I straddled his trim hips and worked his cock back and forth along my drenched slit. I put the tip in and settled slightly, then backed off. Then I put it in again a little deeper. He’d pressed his lips together to try to behave. I could tell what he wanted to do was grab ahold of me with his hands and thrust up from beneath. Instead, he pushed his hands into the bedsheets and behaved himself.

I rewarded him — and myself — by sinking down on is big hard cock at a leisurely pace, letting it stretch and fill me. He moved just a bit, a small jerk upward, and it pressed his dick against my G-spot with a sudden force that was exquisite. I was so turned-on from this fun encounter that every bit of friction was a swirling ball of bright pleasure.

I tried to catch my breath as I rode him. I worked my hips front to back until I was almost ready to come, then I switched side to side. It didn’t help much. I still was going to come. I leaned forward, put my hands on his shoulders, and used him as leverage. I moved my body in a frenzy as I tried to hit that one perfect spot over and over again.

What pushed me over, what thrilled me to completion, was when he lost his control and grabbed my hips. He held them hard, fingers digging in, nails pushing against my skin, and he drove up from under me with animalistic urgency.

I cried out as his cock managed to rub the exact place I needed it with the exact amount of force. I dug my nails into his shoulders as I came, the spasms overtaking me, the pleasure sweeping me under. I heard myself, almost as a distant voice saying, “Don’t come, don’t come, don’t you come…”

He didn’t.

I rolled off him panting, and he took it one step farther, grabbing ahold of my long dark hair and pushing my head toward his waiting cock.

I swallowed him down, moving to my own beat, but also urged by the sweep of his hand against the back of my head. He shot his hips up, driving his cock into my throat.

I sucked air through my nose, stroking the very tops of his inner thighs with my finger-tips. I managed to break free and suck his balls into my mouth again while jerking his cock with my fist.

He snarled with animal pleasure. It almost melted me. He sounded so turned-on.

I went back to my oral mission. I lapped circles around his tip until he squirmed like a man possessed. I slid my tongue up one side of his dick, sucked the tip for a few beats, then dragged my tongue down the opposite side. He held my head and struggled for air.

I used my hand and my mouth, tag-teaming his poor cock, and when he started to groan, I slowed down enough to make him beg.

“Please. Fuck. Let me come.”

I grinned at him and after just a few more seconds of torture, I did as he asked. I resumed my faster pace. He grabbed handfuls of my hair, jerked up from beneath me, and groaned as he came.

His hot come coated my tongue and rolled from my lips. I kept sucking until the last spasm passed, then I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

Jack grabbed my shoulders, hauled me forward, and kissed me. He said gruffly against my throat, “What the hell was that about?”

“I told you I missed you.”

“More than that,” he countered.

“Maybe our neighbors, accidental voyeurism, and a porno.”

“Tell me more,” he said.

“What do I get if I do?”

He pinched my nipple. “There’s a very good chance you’ll get a round two.”