Well Shit!

Hi everybody! It's been a while, and I have lacked inspiration to write anything worthwhile. Warning: no FAP scenes, no cuck scenes. I wanted to try the 750 word format, so hardly any scenes at all! I hope you enjoy it.

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Well, Shit!

It was another bright sunny Saturday afternoon in May, and—as usual—my wife, June was inside nursing a headache while I was outside doing the lawn work. Our kids had left the nest, our son was married and had his first child on the way, and our "little girl" had graduated The U of I a year ago, and was working her way up the corporate ladder in a town a about an hour away. I saw Steve, our neighbors' 15-year-old son playing with their German Sheppard, Roy, in the adjoining back yards, no fences for us!

"Hey, Mr. C!" he called to me. "What's new?" He called us 'Mr. C.' and 'Mrs. C' for many years because his parents required the use of Mr. and Mrs., and with our last name, Cipprione, if he said "Mrs. Cipprione" he thought it sounded like "Mississippi-rione" and his 5-year-old self would burst into fits of giggles. So, it just became a habit.

"Same old crap, Steve, nothing new; I'm stuck doing the yardwork by myself...again!"

"So, Mrs. C has one of her famous headaches again?"

"Yup, the only thing good about them is that, if she lays down in a dark, quiet room for about an hour, they go away. No drugs needed. Ain't life nuts?"

"Well, that's something, I guess. What'cha got on your wrist?"

"For my birthday, my family got together and gave me an Apple Watch. They said it would help me with my workouts and stuff. Pretty cool, eh?"

"Very cool, Mr. C! Can I see it?"

I took it off and handed it to him and he pressed buttons and did a few things before giving it back to me. We talked awhile about various things, then he mentioned the local sports team, an AA baseball affiliate of a major league club.

I said that I went to one of their games last Wednesday night, and got a picture of me with Jace Herbert, the new pitcher that was expected to be called up to the majors very soon. I grabbed for my phone to show Steve and discovered that I had left my phone somewhere else, probably inside.

"Dang it! I don't have my phone; I wonder where I left it."

"You can use your 'find a phone' option and it will ping until you find it and shut it off," Steve announced.

"I would, but the wife needs quiet to get rid of her headache, and I'm pretty sure that 'ping' would not help."

Steve's face lit up. "Here's an idea! Your watch can control the camera on your phone. If you turn it on, you can at least see what room it's in, and no 'ping' sound."

"That would be great! Once I know where it is, depending on where it is, I can probably sneak in and get it. How do we do that?"

Steve gave me a few instructions, and in thirty seconds, we were looking at a scene that would be burned into my retinas for decades to come. It seems that my phone was in the charging cradle in our bedroom, showing a wonderful view, albeit in low light, of June and my asshole neighbor Joe Dibon, both naked, with Joe standing behind June, who was on all fours. And they weren't doing exercises.

After the two of us stood there slack-jawed for a moment or two, I suddenly gathered my wits about me and asked, "Well, shit! Steve, is there any way to record this?"

"Uhhh...yeah! Just do this and this...Viola! You're recording it live!"

In another thirty seconds, she excitedly whispered (kind-of), "I'm cumming! YEAAAAAAH!"

Joe added, "Wait for me!" He pumped two more times, only to hold it there for a moment, before rolling out and lazily flopping onto the bed.

"Whoa, Babe!" Joe sighed. "That was fucking great! I can't believe you like doing that with 'cucky-boy" just outside! You are truly a sick twisted bitch, ya know that?"

"Yeah, it really gets me off, pulling one over on him like this! The thrill of getting caught by that doofus just makes my day! Now, get dressed and get outta here before doofus randomly wanders in here!"

Steve and I just looked at each other. "Steve, I want you to follow me as a witness that I didn't start the fight as I 'just randomly wander' into my bedroom with a baseball bat in my hand."

Steve smiled, "It would be my pleasure!"