About a year ago, I moved back to my old neighborhood in Arizona. The subdivision had not changed much in five years. I just moved into a smaller house on the lower level of the complex. It was perfect for me. My place was between a seasonal couple from Europe and Jon and Abby. Jon and Abby had been married for over thirty years and were fun loving people. Abby was approaching sixty, pretty face, solidly built, 40 DD tits and a plump butt. She loved to wear tank tops and shorts. Even at her age, she was a head turner. We all got along well.
As I settled into my home, I began to be the local expert on plants and gardening. College courses in botany, horticulture, and soil were actually useful. I helped everyone in the neighborhood. I was working in my front yard when Abby called me over to her yard. She wanted her yard to be more colorful.
I said, “Get rid of all the brittle bushes. They are just tumbleweed. Go to the nursery and get some new plants. I’ll pull out the brittle bushes while you are gone.
Abby showed up with the plants and I had already done the prep work. Abby decided to be the foreman of the job and I would be the flunky labor. Abby watched me plant the shrubs. As she bent over to check my work, I got the tit shot of the day. Those magnificent breasts hung down as she bent over. Abby caught me looking down her tank top.
Abby said, “Quinn, you enjoying the view?”
“Yeah, beats the hell out of plants.”
Abby just laughed and shook her head. She knew I loved what I had seen and I was a typical guy. The two of us finished the replanting and I did not get another look into paradise.
About five o’clock, Jon came over. I thought he was pissed off that I had eyeballed Abby’s chest. Instead, he invited to dinner for doing the gardening. I told him, “Great and I will be there at seven.”
I got cleaned up and went to dinner. I even brought the wine. We had a great dinner and then Abby disappeared. Jon and I talked sports. Then, Jon threw me a curve ball and really changed the subject.
Jon said, “I would like you to watch Abby and I have sex. We think it would spice up our marriage.”
He caught me off guard and I replied, “Wait a minute. Is Abby agreeable to my watching?”
“Abby picked you.”
I sat there a moment and said, “Okay.” We went into the house and straight to the master bedroom. Jon started to get me a chair, but I went into the kitchen and got one of the island stools. I’d get a bird eye’s view of the action, but there was no Abby.
Suddenly, the door to the master bathroom/closet opened and there was Abby. She was dressed in a black bustier trimmed in silver, black stockings, and high heels. She beamed sex and was ready for action.
Jon and Abby began to passionately kiss. Jon worked his hands to Abby’s large breasts with erect rock-hard nipples.
Jon was your average stud, but Abby was a different story. You could tell that she loved sex. Abby was a volcano of sex waiting to erupt. She was noisy with had a filthy mouth. Something, I would not have expected from her.
What knocked me off my stool is when Abby began performing oral sex on Jon. She did not waste any time. Abby licked and sucked his cock. She then put the cock between her teeth and beat it with her tongue. I truly believe that she was trying to suck his penis off his body. I have to give Jon credit, he did not blow his load. He hung on for dear life.
Next, she let go of Jon’s manhood and he got between her legs. He began fucking her like an engine piston with Abby meeting him on every stroke. This went on for a good ten minutes before the finale.
Jon yelled, “I’m cumming.”
Abby responded, “Let me have that hot cum. I need a warm feeling inside of me.”
The two of them shook in unison and climaxed together. Abby had completely wiped Jon out. She a look of peace and contentment. Abby looked over at me, smiled, winked, licked her lips and nodded, “Yes.”
I was stunned, aroused and confused on what to do and say.
Luckily, Jon said, “Thanks, you made this a gigantic success.”
Abby agreed and I returned to my home. I was dazed on what I had just witnessed. I did not know if they wanted a critique or just an audience. After Jon and Abby’s sexual escapade, they asked me to watch them five more times. Each time, it was something different. I saw sixty-nine, hand job/facial, blow job, and Abby masturbating to climax.
Every time going home, I wondered what was going on and what was my role in this scenario.
A couple of months later, I heard Abby’s car peel out down the street. I figured that she have forgotten something important. Two days later, I was wrong. Jon had dropped dead at work. Their daughters came over and informed me on the entire situation.
The girls told me about the funeral, Abby’s plans and in general what was happening.
She would temporarily leave Arizona to live with each daughter for ninety days getting things sorted out in her mind.
After about six or seven months, I got a phone call from Abby’s eldest daughter. Her mom was returning to Arizona and could I pick her up at Sky Harbor?
I said, “Absolutely, just give me the flight number and other info. I’ll wait for Abby’s call in the cell phone lot.”
The daughter told me that Abby would arrive on Wednesday afternoon.
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The future will follow in Part 2.
