The next day I started before the crack of dawn. Working through my yards like a man possessed so I could spend more time at the Dean's house. I got there just before midday, with plans to finish their yard. After what I'd seen, I was going to stick around this time. I wanted to see what would happen.
I needed to see what would happen.
The room was only half lit when I positioned myself this time. Candles everywhere. Vanilla scented. I could smell them through the open window. I could see the outline of them on the bed. They'd started without me. Which upset me more than it should have. I sort of felt betrayed.
There didn't appear to be any game today. He was on top of her, missionary style. She had her knees up, spread wide and he was fucking her. Her hands were on his back. I watched them trail up and down the golden skin. Watched his muscles contract and release as stroked inside her. Then her hands went down to his ass. He moaned as she cupped and spread the cheeks.
I watched.
Her hand dipped in the crevice and slid back and forth.
I had yet to unbutton my fly. My khakis were tenting. I fumbled as I opened up and released my cock. I wanted to finish with them. I needed to finish with him. The moment I had it free my hand was urgent on my cock—pulling down hard on the shaft.
Her hand was still in the valley of his ass, playing with his asshole, her fingers probing at the entrance. I closed my eyes a moment and remembered what I'd seen her do the last time. I grasped downwards slick and fast on my cock.
She spoke. Soft and soothing. "Shhh slow down. We've got time. Take it slow."
My eyes flicked open. It seemed like she was talking to me, so I slowed the hand on my cock.
"Soon baby...soon," she crooned the words. "Deep and slow. Deep and slow for now. I'll tell you when."
I watched his ass. Contract and push. The muscles of his thighs strain. In the candlelight his back glowed with sweat.
He froze mid thrust and I realized that the fingers playing between his ass cheeks had gotten serious because of the sound he made. A deep pleasure-filled moan I had heard before. A shock of pleasure hit me at the sound. My ass cheeks clenched as I imagined her breeching me the same way.
"Now," she said. Her voice a command.
His back arched, he pulled back his shoulders and he started to fuck her—hard and deep. Like a man possessed. Like I had last night. Plunging without rhythm. Driven. No finesse. All need.
I matched him. My hand hard and fast until my balls tightened and my cock pulsed out an orgasm I felt from my feet to my scalp. Unprepared I didn't catch my cum this time. Instead, it splattered across the foliage. White streaks on the green. My knees buckled and I stumbled, losing my balance. I watched slightly dazed as they finished after me. She clenched her feet around him, wailed loudly and then he followed grunting and moaning. His back glossy with sweat and clenched with need.
He collapsed on top of her and she laughed.
"Up. Up," she said, "I need to go to the bathroom."
He rolled off her and splayed out wide across the bed, like a starfish. I looked at him, spread out before me, his cock still thick, fat against the side of his thigh.
She returned to the bed and curled her body over him.
"Finished early today my love," Mr. D said. His arm lay loose across his face, covering his eyes.
"Well. We'll have to think something to keep us occupied. You paid for a full hour didn't you."
He laughed. "Did I?"
"Yes."
"Oh I like that idea. I like that idea a lot. We'll have to play that next time. Maybe rent out a cheesy motel room. You can dress up for me. All slutty."
