In my last story, I did some work at a couple’s home in a gated community. For a few days, I had a helper assist me at that site with a drainage project.

I'll backtrack a bit and tell about my helper.

My father’s business had picked up, thanks to some good references provided by several customers. One day, as we were preparing for another project, a younger black guy drove up. He got out of his pickup truck, walked up and helped us load some of our heavier equipment he saw us struggling with.

After my father thanked him for the help, the guy introduced himself as Jordan and asked if we were hiring. Dad looked him over a bit, smiled and hired Jordan on the spot.

Jordan had recently finished high school and was out looking for a job.

He told us he lived nearby and observed our operation since he was in middle school.

“I was taking industrial arts for a couple of years, and my teacher liked my progress. He told me I would do well in the trade and to seek a career there,” Jordan explained while my father gathered the necessary paperwork to hire him.

Jordan stood a bit over six feet tall, lanky build and strong. He had short black hair and medium tone and a kind smile. He respected my father by calling him Sir each time he answered one of his questions.

Meanwhile, Riley and I continued our relationship, as she would spend Friday nights now and then at my apartment. Her parents enjoyed chatting with me. Beth apparently never let on, or her husband never questioned or knew what happened between us.

I wondered if he cared.

One Saturday, Riley and I were going to see her college basketball team play. A friend of Riley’s dated one of the players and provided her with tickets.

As Riley was getting ready to leave, her father asked me if I could do some roof repairs at their second home.

I told him I could, but I would need assistance, and I had a guy who worked with us.

We agreed to ride out the next weekend if the weather wasn’t bad and inspect the roof.

Jordan and I had worked together on a roof replacement project at a smaller home recently. It took a few days to complete. Jordan was a hard worker, and he recommended a process that he learned from his uncle, who worked as a roofer.

The agreed Saturday arrived, I met Riley and her parents, then we drove out to their place.

The back section and part of one side needed repair. I recommended all the shingles replaced in that area, and perhaps later, the rest of the roof’s shingles be replaced.

Beth seemed to like the idea and asked when I could start.

I worked out a list of materials and a price, and I called Beth to let her know we could begin in a few weeks.

She seemed satisfied with that, saying anything earlier would be an issue for her.

After I got off the phone with her, I wondered what the issue would be if I were to begin work sooner. On a hunch, I decided to call Riley.

As we chatted, she said her parents had a series of meetings at their offices. She asked why I was interested, so I made up some lame excuse.

The Monday we were to start, I met Jordan at the shop, and we loaded our supplies. I previously mentioned to Jordan we would likely spend one night at the house, because of the distance.

We met Beth at their second home later that morning. She seemed excited to see us and particularly with Jordan.

Now, you can suspect, as I did, Beth seemed a bit too interested in Jordan.

This thought played in my mind as we began to work.

That evening, we got most of the task completed, with perhaps another half day to completion.

Beth provided us with food and drink during the day, and that evening she cooked up a large dinner and beers.

Jordan and I took turns showering after dinner as Beth cleaned up.

A little while later, we sat on the back porch and chatted. Beth’s attention was on Jordan, as I pretended not to notice.

After my third beer, I stretched, faked a yawn, then told the others I was tired and went to bed.

I went to my bedroom, closed the door and changed into some gym shorts. As luck would have it, my bedroom window happened to be on the porch side where Beth and Jordan sat.

I laid in bed for a few minutes, then crept over to the window to see if my earlier suspicions were correct.

When I peeped through the curtains, they were sitting on the patio couch and kissing, Jordan had a hand on Beth’s tits, while Beth was stroking his leg and crotch.

As I watched, I felt my cock growing hard in my shorts. When I reached into my shorts to adjust my cock, Beth stood, reached for Jordan’s hand, and they left the porch to finish what they started inside.

I wasn’t sure if they saw the curtains move when I stepped from the window, so I stood still for a moment, listening for them.

I heard their soft footsteps as they passed my bedroom door, and I found myself hoping they didn’t enter and find me standing by the window.

But they didn’t. Instead, they went into the bedroom next to mine.

I heard the door close and as they were talking lightly, Beth let out a soft moan.

I moved over to the common wall that separated our rooms and put my ear to the wall to hear better.

I heard some smacking, as kisses sometimes do, then some moaning.

Aroused, and my cock feeling like it was going to break, I moved from the wall and went to the bedroom door and opened it slightly.

Looking towards Jordan’s bedroom, I could see a dim light revealing itself from under the door.

Then, I got the idea to slip outside and see if I could peep in their window.

I silently closed my door and crept to the window.

The house had upgraded, modern storm windows, that were six feet tall, with the bottom sill raised a foot above the porch floor.

 I held my breath as I began to slide it open.

It made a slight pop when I first applied pressure to raise it, then it slid silently open. The screen was the next obstacle, but it popped out without a sound.

I had no problem stepping onto the wooden porch, but I silently wished I wouldn’t step on a loose board and make it creak.

I made it to their window without a sound.

There, my luck increased, as there was a wide gap between the curtains.

I cautiously peeped in, and what I saw almost made me shoot my load in my shorts. And I hadn’t touched my cock.

Yet.

The bed was positioned so I had a side view of what was happening.

Jordan was laid back on the bed, his clothes removed, while Beth was on her knees sucking his cock. Her shirt and shorts had been removed, also, and I would have mounted her from behind if I had been invited to the party.

Jordan’s cock was long and not very wide, but Beth seemed to take it until her nose almost reached his navel. He apparently wasn’t circumcised, but he didn’t have much foreskin, either.

The sight of Beth sucking on a dark cock was more than I could take, within a minute of stroking my cock, I shot my load onto the wall next to the window, narrowly missing a pane.

A moment later, as I readjusted my shorts, Beth stood, then climbed onto the bed. Then she slowly sat on Jordan’s cock. She leaned forward and began to ease herself onto it, until she could take all he had inside her pussy.

She began to increase her hip movement, going faster each time.

I’d seen interracial sex in the videos I’ve rented, but never in person. It goes without saying, but this was highly erotic to see.

Soon, Beth moved off Jordan and assumed the doggy position.

Jordan began to ride her hard as Beth began to have some orgasms. And soon, Beth was moaning, breathing hard and fast.

My cock didn’t take long to reach hardness, and I began to jack off again. Beth’s satisfied moans and motions kept me aroused.

As I watched them and stroked my cock, I saw Jordan lick a finger, then put it on Beth’s anus. From my angle of view, I could see Jordan begin to fingerfuck Beth’s ass.

I heard Beth moan, then, “Oh! Yes, baby! Fuck my ass!”

And he did.

Beth was in for quite the ride and Jordan made sure she got what she needed.

Jordan pounded Beth’s ass, while pulling her hair with one hand, and slapping her ass with the other. He was giving her with all he had, and Beth was loving every bit of it.

Soon, he pulled his cock out and shot a massive load that hit the back of Beth’s hair.

The sight of that caused me to have a second orgasm with my hand.

My shorts had dropped to my feet, so I had to bend down to reach them and put them back on. This distracted my attention briefly and when I looked back into the window, Beth was sucking Jordan’s cock for whatever he had left in him.

I decided this was a good time to slip back into my room.

I peeped once more in on them, seeing Jordan’s cock in Beth’s mouth and hands.

Quietly, I made it back into my bed, when I heard Beth close the bedroom door, and walk past my room.

I don’t know if I could have had sex with Beth if she decided she wanted more. But after what I saw, I doubted she would be up to the task also.