So other than Jason stopping by way, way more often to see if we needed our lawn mowed, it seemed he had kept what had happened in our bathroom to himself.
I am not certain who would have believed him even if he had tried to tell anyone that my gorgeous wife had sucked his cock. As I said, he was a bit dull witted and did not seem to fit in with any of the groups.
He was not afraid of hard work though and did a great job on our lawn as well as our landscaping. I suspected in time he could turn that into quite a lucrative business if he had guidance.
Debbie was shopping the day he mowed our lawn and I could see he was disappointed she was not there. When he finished the lawn he came to get paid.
"I can tell you're disappointed my wife is not paying you," I said as he sat in our kitchen waiting for me to pull his fee out.
"Oh, ah no, ah this is f-fine" he replied meekly.
"Oh I am really quite certain you much prefer my wife take care of your payment, rather than me," I repeated.
He gave me a puzzled look and turned a little red. "Ah, well this is ok really," he reddened a bit more.
I laughed, "Oh come on Jason, you mean to tell me you would rather I pay you than my wife sucking your cock again? Come on now, I know better than that. I mean you're normal and who wouldn't want to be paid with a blow job, especially when she swallows like she did," I laughed again.
All the color drained from Jason's face. His jaw dropped and his eyes were the size of hubcaps, as he gasped, then stuttered and stammered. "Ah, ah, ah, I ah, w-w-well ah, I d-d-don't know w-w-what you mean, ah..." his voice trailed off as he struggled with how to respond.
His eyes were moving all over as he clearly was trying to decide if he should run or beg me to forgive him.
"Jason, Jason, calm down kid, just relax will you," I said with a chuckle trying to ease his fight or flight response to what I had said. "Jason, calm down and believe me, I am not mad at you," I calmly said.
Jason seemed to breathe a little easier hearing my reassurances. He had been almost gasping for air at first as he fought to overcome his shock at what I had said. I know he was wondering if Debbie had told me what she did or how in the world I could have found out what had happened in the bathroom.
"Honest, ah I s-s-saw her in the t-t-tub, but I ran out," Jason stuttered to say exactly what my wife had instructed him to say. "That's all t-t-that happened, honest."
I had taken some stills from the video I had shot and put them on my phone to share with Jason in case he decided to try and lie his way out of this. In a way, I was glad he was sticking to the story Debbie had given him, but I had other ideas.
"Maybe you can explain these pictures then," I held my phone up to him with a picture showing him with his baggy shorts down around his ankles, and about 6 inches of his huge cock lodged in my wife's tiny mouth. She was on her knees bare naked and dripping wet. Her firm tits with her nipples fully engorged pressed against his bare legs.
The next picture showed Jason's large ball sack pressed against my wife's chin, his cock fully lodged in her throat. Her hands were clutching his bare ass holding him in place.
Jason's mouth was agape as he stared at the pictures and turned beet red. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he was mumbling quietly as he stared at the images.
"Look Jason, let me explain," I said calmly.
I told Jason about my placing the camera secretly in the bathroom.
"You have it all r-r-recorded on v-v-video?" he stammered nervously. "N-n-no one will ever s-s-see it will they?" he asked almost in a panic.
"Hell no Jason, that is for my eyes only, believe me."
This reassurance seemed to calm him.
He calmed down more when I explained that I did not blame him for what happened.
"I mean shit, who the fuck would be able to resist her with her body?" I said. "I know she could have ducked down or grabbed a towel or something, but instead, she stood up showing you her wet naked body on purpose. I know she was the one who pulled your shorts down and I heard her say she could not let you leave like that."
I told him how I had been trying for years to get her to loosen up and dress sexier. I told him that lately, with events like what happened to him, she was clearly beginning to loosen up.
"Hell, I won't lie to you kid, seeing my wife sucking your cock turned me on too. Call me crazy, but seeing my wife do things like that turns me on. I never would have thought it, but it does."
I told him the bonus was that Debbie was finally starting to dress just a little bit sexier.
"Have you told anybody what she did to you?" I asked.
"Oh NO SIR," he bellowed, "I w-w-would n-n-never tell anyone," he practically shouted.
This was what I suspected and had been hoping to hear. "Good, then how would you like to help me loosen Debbie up more?" I asked.
"W-w-well what c-c-could I possibly do?" he stuttered meekly.
I told Jason that I was curious just how far my wife would go under different circumstances and that if he was willing to help, we could find out.
I told him about my recording of the stairway to the basement and that if she thought I was in my basement office the next time he mowed the lawn, he could see if she would pay him the same way as she had in the bathroom.
"Oh I don't know if I could do t-t-that. I w-w-would b-b-be too embarrassed ahh..."
"Look, if you trust me and if you have the guts, I think you just might be surprised. If you do exactly as I say and don't panic or chicken out, I know she will suck your cock again and you might even be able to put your cock in her pussy," I reassured him.
Jason's jaw dropped and his eyes widened as he again turned beet red. "Gee, I ah, I ah, that would ah, wow, I d-d-don't know," he stammered. "I don't seem to have much luck with girls."
I could see his cock was tenting his shorts as he pondered my proposal.
"Well judging from the size of your equipment," I said as I nodded toward his hard cock pressing against his baggy shorts, "this could not only give you some experience, it would be another step to helping my wife not be such a prude," I laughed.
"I guess m-m-maybe if you t-t-told me what to do I could ah, t-t-try" he mumbled.
I laughed, "Trust me Jason, with the experience you get from my wife, and that cock of yours, believe me, you will have no problem getting all the girls you want."
I went into detail about how this might work if he had the guts to pull it off the next time he mowed our lawn.
Jason was back three days later to mow our lawn and I had to send him away. He was obviously eager but our lawn was clearly not long enough to mow yet. I chuckled as he walked away dejected with slumped shoulders.
The next time he came around I laughed at his eagerness and told him to go ahead and mow the lawn. He seemed to mow it in record time.
Debbie was in the living room watching TV and sipping on an iced tea. She was wearing her sneakers and her light gray cotton work out shorts. I loved these shorts because they cupped her apple ass and accentuated it nicely. They had an elastic waist band so I knew she could slip them off easily if she decided to. She was also wearing a light gray sweatshirt and I could not tell if she had a bra on or not.
As Jason was nearly finished with the lawn, I told Debbie I had a ton of work to do in my office downstairs and that I would try to be finished in time for dinner.
At about that time, Jason tapped on the sliding glass doors off our patio. I let him in with a smile, and yelled to Debbie, "Debbie, can you pay Jason, I am going downstairs."
With that, I moved to my safe place and clicked on the recorded sounds of me going down the metal stairs. "Clang, clang, clang," the sounds came.
Jason moved hesitatingly toward the living room.
As he entered the living room where Debbie was sitting on the sofa, it was hard to say who was blushing more, my wife, or Jason.
"Oh Jason, ah yes, let me get my purse," she said as she began to get up.
I thought to myself, "OK Kid, that is your cue, go for it."
Jason stepped nervously forward and with a quivering voice finally managed to blurt out, "Ah, well ah I was ah, w-w-wondering if t-t-there was any chance you c-c-could p-p-pay me ah, well like you d-d-did in the b-b-bathroom?"
I breathed a sigh of relief as he finally managed to get it out.
His legs were visibly shaking as he stood fidgeting before my wife.
Debbie was beet red as she looked up at the quivering skinny mass standing before her. Her eyes moved to what was clearly a growing bulge in his baggy shorts.
"W-w-what?" she said in obvious disbelief at what he had said.
"W-w-well ah, I was just kind of thinking ah, I mean I haven't told a soul honest and ah, I mean I really, really liked it and well no one has ever d-d-done that to me before and well I was hoping maybe ah..." his feeble voice trailed off.
Debbie was staring with her mouth hanging open in shock as Jason's cock became more obvious in his shorts.