“Well… shit,” Abby thought to herself as she got ready for bed. She was hoping that John was going to be with her tonight. He came home from work so happy, and was positively charming through dinner. It was like the old John, full of life and jokes, and she almost forgot how sexy he could be when he laughed. She found herself hoping against hope that they might be intimate together tonight.
And why not? Abby looked good, one of the cutest ladies in the neighborhood. She wasn’t a model, but she had authentic beauty, and wore little makeup. She exercised enough to be healthy, and had developed the body of a suburban mom in middle-class America. Her ass was a little bigger than it was before kids, and a few stretch marks remained on her belly from two pregnancies. She liked a little hair above her private parts, but kept everything tidy. She had 34B breasts, short brown hair, and loved to read romance novels. If pushed, she would blushingly agree that she was a MILF, still a catch despite some distance from her twenties.
But despite being a catch, she was achingly lonely these days. Which sounds weird given that she was married with children, but somehow life had inched its way between her and John. While they loved each other and even seemed to like each other, something was broken. There wasn’t much intimacy left. She didn’t know why, but he didn’t seem to want sex anymore. Which was a problem, because she craved sex every now and then. More often than she would like to admit. And with John spending nearly every night in that damned garage, doing whatever, she found their bouts of intimacy coming fewer and farther between. After confiding in a friend that sex was sparse these days, her friend suggested a massage wand as a vibrator. She remembered being so ashamed when the store clerk across town smirked as she bought it. But it had become an important part of her life, to be honest. That vibrator had become her primary source of release at night, and during the day when the kids were at school and John was at work.
Tonight would be no exception, she guessed. She remembered that the batteries in the vibrator were a little weak last night. “Nothing worse than vibratus interruptus!” she thought, as she pulled on a tight little tank top and yoga pants and headed back downstairs. “I’ll just pop into the garage and grab some fresh batteries just in case,” she thought, “and say hello to Jack while I’m at it.” Heck, she wouldn’t mind getting another look at him for some mental material for when she was taking care of herself. She felt a little dirty about it, but excited about fantasizing about the neighbor while pleasuring herself. Now that she thought about it, maybe she picked out that tight tank top with no bra on purpose, so that Jack could see a little more than he should. She was looking forward to a little flirting, and it would serve John right for blowing her off!
Abby sauntered downstairs and walked to the garage door. She was about to pop it open when she heard an odd noise that stopped her. It sounded like a moan. John’s moan. It seemed like ages since she had heard him moan like that, but she knew his sounds better than anyone else.
Her mind was only starting to register that something was amiss as she placed her hand on the doorknob. She quietly turned the knob, opening the door just enough to peek through to the garage. What she saw nearly caused her to scream. John was sitting on his weight bench, naked from the waist down. His knees were spread apart, and Jack was between them, kneeling on the garage floor. Jack was eagerly sucking John’s cock, taking it in and out of his mouth with a rhythm that Abby instantly felt in her breathing.
What the fuck was going on? This was the last thing she imagined she would see. Abby was frozen, her eyes on Jack’s mouth as it slid up and down her husband’s cock. It was unbelievable, and she couldn’t begin to react.
As shocking as it was to see the two men doing this, the next thing she saw was even crazier. Jack popped John’s dick out of his mouth and started licking John’s balls. Then John said something that she couldn’t quite hear, and she pressed her face against the crack in the door to get a better look. Suddenly John got a big smile on his face as he leaned back on the bench, lifted his knees up in the air and grabbed his legs, presenting his ass right to Jack’s face. And then Abby got her second shock of the night. Jack leaned in closer and stuck out his tongue. He gently started licking John’s ass, slow tentative strokes up and down. Abby couldn’t believe what she was seeing! She had read about rimming in her romance novels, but to be honest she thought it was pure fiction. Yet here was her neighbor on his knees in her garage, rimming her husband.
Abby was totally focused on Jack’s tongue sliding up and down John’s ass. She was in total shock, but she found herself wondering how that must feel for John. She could feel the heat in her pussy, roaring at her with desire and anticipation. Without thinking about it, she slid a hand down into her yoga pants and worked two fingers over her clit and into an astonishingly wet pussy. Her knees buckled a little, but she stayed focused on Jack’s tongue.
After a few moments, she watched in amazement as Jack grabbed John’s hips and pulled him even closer, and then drove his tongue deep into John’s ass. As he did this she slid one of her fingers, now wet with her own juices, down to her ass and right into her rosebud. As Jack worked his tongue in and out of John’s ass, Abby worked her finger in and out of her ass. It was crazy, it was bizarre, and it was intense.