These days my wife stalks the parking lot of the senior center near our home. Not for seniors, mind you, but for the off — duty cops who work security for the area.

Not long ago, Lily was out running, and her cool — down often included walking laps in the center’s large parking lot. By the end of the workday, there were very few cars. The center tends to have events in the morning and early afternoon. At that late hour, Lily came upon an off — duty officer in his vehicle. Thanks to some recent vandalism, the center had hired full — time security, and this was the first time Lily had spotted one of them. Only this guy wasn’t doing much patrolling. He’d apparently decided to take a break, which on this day meant he was jacking off.

When Lily came home, her face was flushed and she was breathing rapidly. I assumed it was from the run until she tugged on my belt and, finally, aggressively, got my jeans open. She dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth. She worked me fast and furious for a few minutes until I grabbed a fistful of her hair and made her stop for a second.

“What’s this about?” I asked, looking down into her big green eyes. Her smooth brown hair felt like silk in my grip. I liked the way she winced just a little as I tightened my fist and held her there. Her lips moved restlessly, craving my cock, but I made her answer me.

“I saw this guy. One of the security guys in the back of the lot,” she said, her voice a breathy whisper.

“Yeah, and?”

“He was getting off,” she said, her eyes wide and her mouth seeking my dick once more.

“And?”

“And I thought about, you know, offering to help. But you weren’t there to watch. So I came home to you and now…just let me.”

So I released her and I let her. I watched her work my cock, knowing she was thinking about that other guy. I knew that in her mind she was reliving watching him, because in between licks and sucks, she told me that she’d stood in the shadows and stared until he came. And that’s when she’d pushed her hand into her leggings and got herself off fast and hard in the shelter of the trees.

Almost as a re — enactment, she jammed her hand into her leggings as she sucked me and got herself off again. My resolve shattered, and I came in her mouth, watching her pretty pink lips tighten around me as she swallowed my load.

Then I dropped to the floor, pushed her on her back, yanked down her damp leggings, and buried my face between her thighs. I lapped up her juices and nipped at her engorged clit and pushed my fingers inside her cunt until she was thrusting her hips up and coming with a loud cry.

Then I sat back on my haunches and stared at her. “So, what do you want to do?”

“I want you to run with me next time, and I want you to hide and watch if I get lucky.”

“If you get lucky.” I laughed.

“He might not want me,” she said.

“The chances of that are slim to none, my love,” I said, believing every word of it.

Our first outing was successful, but not the way she wanted exactly. The dark — haired, bearded man in the security car was all over her offer of a blowjob. He sat on the edge of the driver’s seat, car door shielding them from view of most but not from me back in the bushes. I stood there jacking off in the foliage as she went down on him, her eagerness clearly evident with every suck. The guy shot his load way too fast, even before she could touch herself or glance my way.

When I took her home she was a little pouty because she would have liked more playtime. So I fucked her mouth and then fucked her cunt and made her come three or four times. After that, her spirits were up and she proposed, “How about we try again day after tomorrow?”

“I’m game if you are.”

After I said the words, I went down on her one more time. There’s something about hearing Lily come that brings me extreme satisfaction. And when she pulls my hair hard enough to make my eyes tear up, I know I’ve done my job well.

We spent the following day thinking and talking about our next attempt. Every conversation got her hotter, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that her excitement fed mine. I walked around with an off — and — on hard — on the entire day. We didn’t have sex, though, because we wanted our next adventure to be as spectacular as possible. And sexual hunger always adds a special spark.

The following day we did our run and didn’t really speak. We were both silently counting down to the part of the course where we turned the corner and came up on the senior center.

I saw Lily looking hard to see if there was an unmarked car back there, and after she spotted the black SUV, she grinned at me.

“Let’s go,” I told her, and then I laughed because I had to speed up to keep up with her.

Lily darted through the parking lot, despite the fact that it was supposed to be the cool — down portion of her run. The air was chilly, and the parking lot was deserted but for the security car and one lone truck all the way by the front door.

The security guy was sleeping, and if she hadn’t looked so crestfallen, I’d have laughed. I glanced down at his lap. I could see—even through the glass—that he had an erection. He must’ve been having one hell of a dream.

“He’s got late — afternoon wood,” I said. “Take care of that for him.” I didn’t give her time to think. I tapped the window to rouse him and then hurried into the trees before he spotted me.

She smiled down at him, and I watched her flip her hair behind her shoulder. The car window went down, and she said, “Hi, I saw you and wanted to make sure you were okay. That you were just sleeping and it wasn’t something else.”

I could hear his deep voice as he answered her. Then she leaned in against the door and said, “Oh, look. What do you have there?”

She’s bold, my Lily, and fucking magic. She reached in through the window, and I saw her arm moving. She had to be touching him. After a few minutes, I heard him groan. It was a low, beastly sound of arousal.

“She dropped to her knees and took his enormous dick out of his pants.”

“Why don’t you open your door?” she offered, loud enough for me to hear. Then she glanced to her right to seek me out in the shrubs. I gave her a little wave to alert her to my position, and her face lit up when she spotted me.

The door swung wide, and he stepped out. When he unfolded himself from the car, I saw he was incredibly tall. Probably six — and — a — half feet tall, at least. She shivered visibly, and I grabbed my cock through my running pants. I was as hard as a rock and eager to see her work her magic.

He looked down at her, smiling, and she smiled up at him. She dropped to her knees and took his enormous dick out of his pants. She sucked the tip gently before working her mouth down his shaft as far as she could. I watched her reach into his pants and grab his balls. He tilted his head back and rested a hand on top of her head.

I shoved my hand down into my pants and began to stroke myself hard and fast. I marvelled at how her small mouth stretched to fit around his girth. He rocked his hips forward and held her head gently as he filled her mouth and throat.

Lily moaned, clearly more than turned on at that point. Her free hand wormed down into her tight red leggings. I could see the motion of her arm as she touched herself and bobbed her mouth up and down on his formidable length.

“Suck it,” the guard said. “Take it all.” He pushed forward with a bit more aggression, and I heard Lily gag but her hand in her pants moved faster and her mouth worked more eagerly on his shaft.

“Atta girl,” he said. “You suck like a pro.” She moaned around his cock, and I had to bite my lower lip to keep myself silent. I could hear the eager slap — slap — slap of my hand jerking my cock furiously, but I kept my gaze on my wife’s delicate mouth taking that big dick, her slender throat working as she sucked him, her fingers furiously rubbing her clit inside her sweaty running pants.

The man took her face in his large hands and started to thrust into her mouth. She let go of him and shoved her leggings down around her knees. I saw her reach between her legs once more and realized she was finger — banging herself as he fucked her face.

He’d started to whisper to her, words I couldn’t hear, but I could hear her sighs and moans and whimpers. She was beyond turned on, and both her hands worked feverishly between her legs as she rubbed her clit and fucked her hole.

“Come for me, little girl,” the guard finally said, loud enough that I caught his words.

She cried out as he drove into her mouth and throat deeply. I watched her body spasm as the orgasm hit her, and I could tell by the way her tensed muscles showed in relief that it was an intense climax. I had to grind my teeth to keep from coming myself. I wanted to see their finale.

The guard managed a few more thrusts before pulling free of her mouth and shooting his load across the exposed parts of her neck and chest. He was smiling when he did it, and she moaned all over again.

I lost it when I saw his cream hit her skin. I turned my body as I came, so that I painted the green shrubs with my jizz.

He helped her stand and said, “Ma’am, thank you for checking on me. You’d probably best be on your way now, though.”

She ducked her head, suddenly shy as she put herself back together. I left along the fence line, knowing I’d meet her on the street. When she finally meandered out, looking stunned and sex — drunk, I said, “Let’s hurry and run home.”

“Run?” she asked, looking confused. “Why do we have to run?”

I grabbed her hand and put it on the front of my pants. “Because I just witnessed a hot as hell scene, and even though I just came, my dick’s getting hard again. And I know exactly where I want to stick it.”

“Do I know her?” she teased as we started to jog.

“You do. She gives a hell of a blowjob and looks great in running clothes.”

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