My wife and I were walking in the neighborhood park when we heard a woman moan. The sound seemed to come from an enormous juniper hedge just off the path. We had both heard the rumors of muggings and even rapes that had supposedly taken place in the park, so we were concerned. My wife went off the path towards the hedge. I followed. It took us some time to find an opening, and this was little more than a crawlspace. My wife crawled in. I went after her, taking advantage of the opportunity to get a close-up view of her full, round ass in gray sweat shorts.
The crawl space did not lead to the other side of the hedge, but to a kind of cave-like space within it. There was an opening here and there in the hedge, like windows, from which you could see into a hidden garden. It was not much of a garden though, just some unmown grass, a few large flat rocks. Near the rocks stood a man and a woman kissing.
My wife and I had seen both of them walking in the park before, just never together. We usually saw the woman walking with her husband, pushing her baby in a baby carriage. We had chatted with them once or twice, and I had wondered how two blonde-haired, blue-eyed people had wound up with an olive-skinned, black-haired baby. Had I not seen the woman pregnant a few months before, I would have assumed that they had adopted it. Now I understood that the baby was probably not her husband's at all, but the child of this man she was now kissing, who also had black hair and olive skin.
When we saw the man he was usually running, alone. He ran countless laps, always shirtless, and his face and body were so perfect that I had always thought he must be an underwear model or something. Sometimes when he ran past us, I would glance at my wife, to see what her reaction was to him. I was secretly jealous. I felt sure she was looking at him and that there was desire in her eyes. When I finally asked her how she felt about the man, she shrugged as though she had not paid him a thought.
It was obvious enough to us now that this was the woman who had moaned, and that her moan had not been one of pain. She moaned again, as if to reassure us that this was the case, as she kissed the man's muscular neck. I had always thought the woman was very pretty, and now I was envious as she kissed the man's brown chest, sucked on his nipples, bit each "can" of his "six pack." She paused to strip off her clothes. Her body was very different from my wife's. She was thin, pale, with small breasts and narrow hips, while my wife was full-figured, with café-au-lait-colored skin, broad hips and full breasts—an oldfashioned beauty, the sort of woman who looks like she's designed to bear children. This woman's body reminded me of a girl's, only beginning to develop. Were it not for the faint remnants of stretch marks, I would not have believed that she'd so recently had a baby.
With her girl-like body now naked, she went down on to her knees before the man. While tonguing his belly button, she tugged down his jogging shorts. He was wearing a jock strap beneath. The white straps cut across his hard brown ass. The mesh pouch up front was bulging. The blonde woman slipped her fingers beneath the waistband and pulled down his jock strap. Out flopped his half-hard cock. How big it was, I don't know. It was probably quite big. It was certainly bigger than my six-incher, but it was difficult to tell exactly, partly because the size of his big muscular body made his cock look smaller than it was, but mainly because his balls were so big. They seemed almost out of proportion to the size of his cock. They reminded me of the testicles one sees on a stud bull or stallion. It was his balls, more than his cock even, that had been filling up the pouch of his jock strap.
The woman licked and sucked at his balls, taking one into her little mouth, and then the other. To take them both in at once would have been impossible. She began running her little pink tongue up and down the length of his cock, which was now getting hard. She took the head between her lips. He slipped his fingers into the loose knot of silky blonde hair behind her head, and pushed his cock into her mouth.
I thought my wife would be offended by all of this. She has always disapproved of marital infidelity in general, and she has always said that sucking penis is degrading to women. I was sure the way he had her head palmed in his big hand and was pushing it back and forth on his cock would offend her especially. And so I was surprised when I glanced over and saw my wife entranced by what she was seeing. Her full lips were parted. Her dark eyes were wide, the pupils dilated so much that they looked almost black. Her chest was heaving. She could not quite catch her breath. She was holding on one of the juniper branches so tightly that her knuckles had gone white. I had never seen her this way before. She was so caught up in watching the couple that she didn't even realize I was staring at her.
When I looked again out though the branches, I saw the woman was on her hands and knees, and the man was behind her on his knees (his jock straps and shorts still down around his ankles) positioning himself to push his cock into her pussy. Though I knew she'd just had a baby, I was afraid for her. He was so big, and she was so thin and frail and girl-like, with those narrow hips, that I half-thought that he would tear her apart. But when I leaned a little to the side, I could see that her pussy looked swollen, open, red, glistening with wetness—ready for him. He slipped into her easily. She moaned and clawed at the long grass, pulling out handfuls. He pounded away at her, his pelvis slapping against her small, girl-like ass. I stole glances of my wife, who had pressed her hand to her chest, as though her heart hurt. I don't know how much time passed. I don't how many times I thought that the blonde woman must be coming, judging by the way she moaned and panted and cried out, when the man, who had not said a word until now, asked,
"Do you want it?"
"God yes," she said between clenched teeth.
She thrust her ass back and up. He drove his cock in to the hilt, stiffened, and stiffened again. He was holding her by the pelvis to keep himself in as deep as possible. When he finally relaxed and slipped out of her, a long thick strand of semen hung momentarily between the head of his cock and her swollen pussy. He wiped it on her ass, leaving a wet shiny smear on her white skin. He stood, pulled up his jock strap, arranging his big cock and balls to fit them inside the pouch, and then pulled up his shorts. He resumed his jog, going out the garden gate on the far side of the hidden garden.
The blond woman lay on the grass, which was all torn up from her clawing at it. She felt around for her clothes. She slipped on her panties inside out, put on her shorts. She found her bra and stuffed into her bag. She put on her t-shirt without it, so her little breasts hung loose, and we could still see their forms, the still-erect nipples, thought the thin fabric of the shirt. She put back on her socks and her walking shoes. She then stood and went to what I had been too busy watching her and the man to notice before: a baby carriage. It was the same baby carriage that she sometimes pushed with her husband. She leaned over the opening of the carriage, made some funny faces to her baby, talked baby talk to it, reached in to caress it.. As she pushed the carriage towards the gate, humming a tune, I could see a big wet mark on the crotch of her walking shorts where the man's semen was dripping out of her.
My wife said very little about what we had seen. When I asked her if it had excited her, she shrugged and said, "Of course not." I tried to make love to her, hoping that what we had seen had put her in the mood, but she pushed me away, as usual, telling me she didn't feel like it. She went to take a bath, and stayed in much longer than usual. .
