It was an awful Saturday morning and I was still in bed wallowing in my own self pity because Marion and I had been fighting for weeks over the same thing, sex, or lack thereof.
I am in my early forties and Marion is only thirty-seven but when it comes to sex you'd find it easier to locate hundreds of women in their seventies with more sex drive than her.
Needless to say right at that moment in time Marion was most likely sitting at her sister's breakfast table telling her how big an animal I was for always wanting sex. Even though it was made available to me about once every six or eight weeks I can just sense the tale she weaving to her sister of how abusive and sexually crazed I was.
The sick part is Marion herself, God is she hot and Lord only knows who she is dressing for because she is so attractive, man does she know how to display the goods. Marion always turns heads of all ages and sexes wherever she goes.
It was just then it happened as I began to finally get my ass out of bed, as I rose up and looked through the large bay window I saw one of the twins next door quickly grab a matching bra and panty set off the clothes line.
In her haste to get away from her sex crazed husband Marion left some laundry on the line when she stormed out last evening.
I saw that bastard stuff them into his pocket and dart through the bushes back into his yard.
I got up and ran to the side window just in time to see Jack duck into his father's oversized work shed in their back yard. The little bastard I thought, the little fucker's going to go into the shed and beat off with my wife's undies.
Well I'll fix the little bastard I thought so I slipped a jogging suit over my naked body, I always slept au natural, slipped on my shoes and bolted downstairs, out the atrium door across the deck and out to the back of my tool shed which was directly beside theirs. With only thin bushes separating us over the years a path had been worn as I would frequently visit Joe my neighbor's sanctuary.
Joe made fly fishing gear in that shed that he sold as a side business to hundreds of private clients he had built since he was a teen. Joe had outfitted this shed with a small office, a work room and a little TV room to escape his wife Ronda's hatred of sports.
As I slunk quietly to the small back window and peeked in I dam near had a heart attack. What a vision, there was Jack balls ass naked except for my wife's underwear which he actually fit into. He was lying on the couch with his cock, which appeared quite small for an eighteen year old, sticking out the side of Marion silky orange panties. He was stroking it madly with his right hand. His left hand was not idle either it was actively massaging his tits through the matching bra like he was feeling up some chick.
My eyes searched the entire scene and I noticed the look on his face it was like he was in heaven. But something about that look gave me an instant hard on, he looked so effeminate. Oh mercy, his lips made my cock twitch, they seemed to be pouting as though they were looking for a man sized cock to suck.
Without even realizing that I had, I pushed my jogging pants down and like Jack had begun jerking off with same madness. That is until the reality of it all only struck me when I saw Jack peak and began spurting all over his belly it was then that I did the same decorating the shed's exterior wall.
At Olympic speed I pulled up my pants, bolted back through the bushes across my back yard finally sitting on the steps leading up to my deck.
I sat there in shock and embarrassment of what just happened as I tried to regain my normal breathing pattern. When my breathing did return to normal I was sitting there running the images of the past thirty minutes or so through my mind. I found myself laughing to myself with the image of Jack's pouting face as he jerked off.
But what was so funny was in my mind's eye I had added layers of bright whore's red lip gloss to those pouting lips so I could fuck them.
I don't to this day know why but I rose up and with some unknown purpose, something, some potential goal driving me as I walked back to the break in the shrubs. Once again stepping up to my illicit perch at the little rear window I peered in looking for more. One thing I can tell you is that by the time I was back at the window I had another even more ragging hard-on.
