Neighbourly Help

"Tom, what do you think you're doing?" she cried out at him as she saw his reflection in the mirror.

Tom laughed, stroking his now erect cock while watching his wife, who had just dropped her towel to the floor after drying herself, and then bent to pick up clean undies from out of her chest of drawers.

"Come on, you know I still find you sexy; that arse is amazing," he told her.

"No, it's not, it's fucking massive," she groaned, "and I've just gotten out of the shower, I'm not getting sweaty straight away."

"A bit of visual stimulation then?" Tom laughed, "Help a guy out at least."

"No, sort yourself out. I know you want me to get turned on posing for you, and then me jump on you, and tempting as your eight-inch cock is, no, I've just showered."

She scolded him but laughed, having a quick squeeze of his scrotum before leaving the room. Tom laughed too, then moved his hand. It could wait, he'd just picked an unfortunate moment. They had plenty of time now that their children had moved out. He lay back and closed his eyes in thought. Debbie had always been pretty; she had dark jet-black hair, with hints of grey these days, and her eyes were dark too, almost black themselves. Tom always told her they were mesmerising; 'come to bed eyes' he called them.

They'd had four children, all born within one year after the other, all now had moved out of the family home. They'd all gone to university in various parts of the country. Their two daughters had met their boyfriends there and stayed; their eldest son had got a job by his university and moved up there, the other son had recently just finished at his university and moved to where his girlfriend lived. Debbie had always loved having them, and them being close in age helped, but bemoaned that she didn't really lose any of her pregnancy weight afterwards.

She'd been curvy when Tom had met her, a 38C bra size and 38-inch hips, but now tried to wear loose clothing to hide the bit of tummy fat that she'd never been able to shift. Now they were both in their late forties, she wore a 40E bra, and her hips were 42 inches. He heard her squeal in delight from downstairs. He pulled his shorts up and went down to her.

"It's been accepted; we can go ahead with it," she told him excitedly when she saw him enter the kitchen.

"The house sale?" Great news," he exclaimed.

They'd previously talked it over with their four children. With them moving out, the house they currently lived in was rather spacious, far too big for just the two of them, so Debbie had come up with the idea of downscaling, selling their large five-bedroom house and buying a two-bedroom bungalow, smaller but away from the city too, so quieter. With the profit they'd make, they could start up a new business venture she'd got an idea for, which meant working from home more, and the commute to work for Tom was only ten minutes longer.

It took another couple of weeks, but finally everything was boxed and packed up ready for the move. They got everything from the removal van, and it was put into the various rooms as marked on the boxes; then they set to work starting to unpack the most important items. To have five minutes rest bite they went out into the rear garden. It was a very large area, and Debbie planned to use the far end of the garden, in constant sun all day, to grow flowers and vegetables hopefully to sell at the local market.

"I know it will be hard work, but that hedge could do with coming down and a fence put in," Debbie said.

"Hmm, yes, it would," Tom answered. "It doesn't need to be done right away, though, we could do it ourselves over time rather than pay landscapers to come and sort it out. We can plant at the other side of the garden first."

Debbie pulled a face, then laughed; it did make sense, although it would be hard work. Tom reminded her that he'd booked the next couple of weeks off, so he could make a start on it. They went inside, deciding to chill for the rest of the evening as it would be getting dark in an hour or so.

Tom woke the following morning and turned to find Debbie wasn't in bed. He opened the curtains upon hearing a noise, and looked out to see Debbie already out digging the soil at the far end, removing old roots and bits of grass left over. Tom watched and laughed, thinking it was a good thing the garden was fairly secluded. There was a wall at the end of the garden, with open fields behind it. To the right, as he looked, was a farmer's field with sheep scattered around. To the left, the side with the hedge, was someone's garden. Debbie wore a vest top and jeans, her heavy breasts swinging as she dug the soil up, her jeans stretched tight over her big arse as she bent to pick up the roots.

Tom saw movement from the garden and spotted a young lad, standing by the hedge, looking towards it but looking like he was watering plants. It might be a good idea to let the neighbours know what they planned for that hedge, Tom thought. He watched for a little longer, the lad not moving, standing by the hedge seemingly looking at it. Tom noticed that no water was coming from the watering can he held. Then it dawned on him: he was watching Debbie through the gaps in the hedge.

Part of him started to get angry, then he paused in thought. He didn't look much older than eighteen, but he'd been by the hedge for around five minutes now. He had to be watching Debbie, his middle-aged wife Debbie, and he smiled to himself. She didn't like Tom seeing her naked these days; what would she think about this young lad ogling her, watching her swinging tits, the lad not moving despite her being clothed. They still had a good sex life, but Debbie much preferred to be in the dark, so Tom couldn't see her 'lumps and bumps' any more.

"Hi, is anyone in the garden?" Tom shouted out as he walked outside.

He watched towards the hedge, seeing the young lad move away a little, just out of Debbie's sight.

"Hello, yes, I'm, erm, just watering some plants," the young lad called out.

"Are your parents in? I need to ask them something?" Tom asked.

"No, they're at work until later," he called back, "erm, what did you need to tell them?"

Tom smiled to himself; he could hear the trepidation in his voice about what Tom might have seen, what he might want to tell them.

"We're planning on taking the hedge down and replacing it with a fence. I wanted to make sure it was okay with them," Tom shouted back.

"I'll ask later, I'm sure it will be fine, though," he replied, "Dad hates having to keep cutting the hedge back."

"I'm Tom," he called out. "That's Debbie, by the way, if you can hear or see her."

"Oh, hi Debbie, I hadn't realised that anybody was out here," he answered.

Tom smiled to himself; he was making a good job of pretending that he hadn't been watching her.

"No school or job?" Tom asked, "Or day off?"

"I'm starting at University in a few weeks, so I'm enjoying a restful time before the hard work starts again," he called back, "not that I mind hard work. And I'm Josh, by the way."

Between Tom and Debbie, they'd cleared most of the soil of any debris, but Debbie decided to leave it until the following day to start planting anything.

"Hi, my parents said it would be fine to replace the hedge, if you know what you're doing," Josh shouted out the next day.

He'd opened an upstairs window to shout down to them. Tom had noticed him standing there watching Debbie before he made it clear he was out there too.

"Are you planning to do it soon?" Josh asked, "they're going away for a few nights after work today. I told them that I didn't want to go."

"Planning on getting your girlfriend around while they're away?" Tom grinned and laughed.

Debbie playfully punched his arm, and Josh called down that he didn't have a girlfriend at the moment. Tom apologised and told him that he was only joking. He told Josh that he may start taking the hedge down then, and yes, he knew what he was doing. Josh went back inside, and Debbie saw the mischievous look on Tom's face.

"You didn't need to wind him up; he wouldn't have known you were joking, we don't know him," she scolded him.

"Well, he wants to know you," Tom laughed.

Debbie looked at him puzzled, so Tom explained about him being by the hedge the previous day, and that he'd been by the window before shouting down to them, only doing so as he'd noticed Tom.

"No, he doesn't," she cried out, "what would he want to be looking at me for any way?"

"Well, maybe he likes the way your tits swing about when you move, or how round and inviting your arse is when you're bent over, maybe he's imagining being right up behind you while he's watching you right now," Tom giggled.

"No, he's not. I'm far too old and fat for him to be doing so," Debbie frowned.

"Well, he's still in the window," Tom laughed. "Don't look back and make it obvious; put your phone on that rock and use it to watch behind you, I'll go out of the way so he thinks I've gone inside."

Tom shouted out, loud enough for Josh to hear too, that he was going inside to make drinks. He stopped by the door to the house, looking towards Debbie. She did a good job of carrying on like normal, but he saw that she kept glancing towards her phone, altering her position slightly so that she was a little side on, so that Josh could see both her tits and the roundness of her arse and thighs.

"Why is he watching me, old fat me of all people?" Debbie asked when Tom came back with the drinks.

"Maybe it's not just old me, who's been married to you for years, that still finds you attractive and sexy, my love, maybe our new eighteen-year-old neighbour does too," Tom said, smiling.

Debbie frowned and took a swig of her drink.

"It doesn't bother you?" she asked warily.

"He's only looking," Tom said, smiling, "well, maybe wanking too; he did say he doesn't have a girlfriend."

Debbie scolded him, then laughed and chased him back into the house. Later that evening, while watching TV, she leaned over, smirking, and pulled Tom's cock from his trousers, taking him in her mouth eagerly before riding him hard, the lights still on, a rarity for her.

Waking the next morning, Tom saw Debbie was out of bed again. He looked out of the window to see Debbie had already started planting bulbs and seeds, marking out rows along the wall and where she'd dug yesterday. Whether she knew Josh was by the hedge or not, he couldn't tell, but her round arse, clad today in tight black leggings, faced directly at him as he stood by the hedge.

There wasn't much hiding it today; Josh's hand rubbed across his groin as he stared through the hedge, watching Debbie, there was no doubt in Tom's mind that he was getting hard while watching her. Part of him wanted to stop in the window to see how far Josh would go; his garden being secluded meant he would be able to wank without being caught, apart from Debbie or Tom, of course.

After giving him a few minutes, Tom went down and into the garden. He started to saw the bottom of the first part of the hedge, then shouted hello to Josh.

"Hi, I wasn't sure if you could see me; I didn't want to call out while you were sawing," Josh answered.

"Yeah, I can see your feet and lower legs only," Tom told him.

"Hey, while you're not busy, do you want to earn some money? You could help me take this hedge down, it would be much quicker then. You said you didn't mind hard work, right?" Tom called out.

Josh replied okay, and Tom asked him to grab the upper part of where he was cutting; then it would pull away easier. With the first part out of the way and a gap now in the hedge, Tom kept glancing to see Josh, still holding the upper branches but his gaze firmly on Debbie. She wasn't looking back, her phone wasn't about, but she'd made a point of facing her arse directly to where the guys were working.

"Tom, can you bring the hose pipe down so I can put some water on the ones I've done, please?" Debbie asked.

Tom left Josh standing, staring, Debbie turning to smile and wave at him. He pulled the hose pipe down the garden and handed it to Debbie. She watered where she needed, then turned and saw the guys carrying on. Smiling broadly, she turned the hose and sprayed water towards Tom.

"Oh, you fucker," Tom laughed as the water splashed him.

They both laughed, then laughed louder as they looked at Josh, who'd taken more of the blast than Tom himself.

"Sorry, I was aiming for hubby," Debbie giggled.

"Ha ha, it's okay, my top is wet, but I was sweating anyway," Josh laughed back.

He pulled his T-shirt from his body, getting stuck around his head as the soaked material clung to him. Tom saw Debbie bite her lip as Josh's torso came into view, not a hint of fat, his chest toned without being too muscly. They carried on working for a while, then Debbie said they'd be better off if they eased off for a while; the sun above was roasting them with no shade. Tom thanked Josh, who told him that he'd help again the following day.

When they came out the next morning, Tom was pleasantly surprised to see Debbie wearing not only a different pair of tight leggings, but in cream, but also a loose vest top. Debbie looked at him with a puzzled look and asked what was up as she caught him staring at her, Tom saying nothing was up, but he'd noticed she wasn't wearing a bra today.

While Josh helped, today he was more distracted; Debbie had made a point of turning and kneeling so Josh could see down her top, her heavy tits swinging freely as she moved, but being discreet about it. Tom knew she was showing off to Josh, but also doing so hoping Tom wouldn't notice, or at least it wouldn't be obvious that she was if he asked. It didn't take too long for Josh to keep moving his feet, to hide the growing bulge in his shorts. They'd worked for most of the day, Debbie saying she wanted to finish off all of the planting if possible. About two-thirds of the hedge was removed when Debbie finished, and she asked Tom if he was carrying on tomorrow, and could he get the hose pipe again.

He laughed to himself, not turning on the tap, taking the hose down the garden to his wife and handing it to her. While he walked back, she tried the hose and exclaimed that it wasn't working properly. Just as she pointed towards herself, Tom turned on the tap.

"Oh, you bastard!" Debbie cried out as the water cascaded from the hose.

"Payback for yesterday," Tom called out.

She looked up, shocked, then started laughing, seeing both Tom and Josh laughing at her. Tom noticed Josh laughing, but also staring intently as the newly soaked vest top clung to Debbie's large breasts, her nipples starting to push through the material, obvious she wore no bra now. Her leggings were also wet through, and Debbie cried out that she needed to change.

"It's a good thing we're finished for the day then; you can go and shower," Tom told her.

Josh went to walk off to his house, and Tom asked if he wanted a proper drink first, and walked him towards the house, his gaze on Debbie's arse in front of them. They got in, and he handed him a cold bottle of beer. Josh took a swig and then almost choked.

"So, did you like what you saw outside then?" Tom asked.

"What?" Josh exclaimed.

"My wife, clothes stuck to her, showing off her curves to the world- you like watching her, don't you?" Tom continued.

Josh looked shocked and didn't say anything. He reluctantly nodded yes.

"It's fine, just don't make it obvious you're looking, or she might stop, or even worse, cover up," Tom said and winked.

He wanted to keep up the pretence to Josh that Debbie hadn't been doing so deliberately, that Josh had just been lucky enough to be in the right positions to see Debbie working seemingly naturally.

"She'll be undressed and in the shower now," Tom told him after taking another swig, "our bedroom is the first on the right."

Josh looked at him puzzled and asked why he was telling him that.

"Consider it part payment, you have around fifteen minutes while she's in there," he smiled, "and don't try the bathroom door; she locks it."

"I'm going to water the plants while you're in there," Tom shouted out to Debbie.

Tom had quickly moved to the garden, and he looked busy when Josh came out, nodding to him awkwardly and telling him that Debbie had finished in the shower, and that he'd see him tomorrow. Tom walked back into the house just as Debbie came into the living room.

"I didn't think I'd got water on these, but they feel wet," Debbie told him.

She stood before him, wearing a long T-shirt, pulled up at the side to show the wet patch on her knickers. Tom joked that it was a good thing that Josh had left, and Debbie laughed back, saying she hadn't wanted to get fully dressed as she was going to cook and then get ready for bed. While she went to cook their meal, Tom settled onto the sofa and clicked on his phone. Good, it was watchable. His heart pumped fast as he started to watch the footage.

Tom had followed Josh, who in his haste had left the bedroom door open. Tom had stood in the doorway, phone in his hand, filming. Josh had quickly looked around the room, then quickly moved to the bed. He picked up Debbie's leggings, then vest top. He picked up Debbie's discarded knickers, running his thumbs along the fabric, then Tom gasped a little as he watched Josh hold them to his face. He could tell that Josh was breathing in deep, inhaling the musky scent of Debbie's gusset, held tightly to his nose. He paused to listen out, still hearing the shower, then he dropped his trousers and lay on the bed. His cock was already erect, smaller than Tom's at around six inches, but much thicker. He wanked hard and fast, still with the knickers pressed to his face, but he kept listening out to make sure the shower was still running.

His hand suddenly jerked, and he pulled the knickers away from his face, holding them right by his crotch and jerking his hips upwards as he came, catching the sticky load in the gusset of Debbie's knickers. Tom had quickly moved away as Josh jumped up, dressed himself and put the knickers back where he'd found them.

They ate and then watched TV, Tom distracted from watching the video. He'd pondered telling Debbie, wondering if watching it would have the same reaction as when she used to watch themselves, but decided against it.

He woke the following morning, and Debbie was still in bed, so he made some toast and went out to start in the garden. Josh joined him after about ten minutes, and around twenty minutes later Debbie peered around the door.

"I was going to ask if you needed help, but I see Josh is helping again," Debbie said, smiling.

"Yeah, you can relax today; we'll see to this," Tom told her.

He glanced up shortly after to see Josh looking over his shoulder, but didn't make him aware that he'd seen. Hearing a noise, he turned to look, to see Debbie had grabbed a sun lounger and was setting it up on the other side of the garden. She turned and looked up, checking where the sun was, placing the lounger facing where it was in the sky. She wore a swimsuit today, covered with a long, loose T-shirt. She sat, sunglasses on, with a book in her hand.

They carried on working, but Tom knew that Josh was more bothered about watching his wife. Tom glanced behind himself a few times, seeing her knees a little wider apart each time. There was a slight audible gasp when Josh announced he was getting too hot and removed his T-shirt, but Tom pretended that he hadn't heard. He did turn around a little later and tell Debbie that if she was trying to tan, then the extra clothing wouldn't help. She frowned and told him that she was fine as she was, but was visibly hot and getting redder. Not long after, she removed the T-shirt and lay down further.

"We'll stop for a little bit now," Tom told Josh not long after. "I need the toilet, and I'll make us some drinks and something to eat."

He walked into the kitchen, leaving the door open, and watched through the window. Debbie was telling Josh that his skin was getting red, and that he needed to put suntan lotion on. He walked over, staring at her very ample bosom, and took the lotion. He put some in his hands, then rubbed it across his chest and shoulders. Tom saw Debbie bite her lip while watching, propped up on one arm now. He watched as Josh gave her the lotion back.

Tom went to move, then saw Josh turn and sit on the end of the lounger. Debbie put lotion on her hands, then started to apply it gently to Josh's back and neck. Even from the kitchen, Tom heard him groan at her touch, light and gentle, her fingers working the cream in. She smiled and told him she didn't think he'd put enough on the front, and he turned to face her. Now her hands moved lightly across his chest, her fingers tracing circles around his nipples, her hands moving down his stomach slowly, teasing across his body, then back up again. She smiled up at him, her hands moving close to the waistband of his shorts.

"Do you want salad on your sandwich?" Tom shouted from the doorway.

They were quick, but not quick enough for Tom to notice them both jolt away from each other.

"Erm, no thanks," Josh called back.

"I've just given him some suntan lotion," Debbie said, "I'm putting some on too."

She pushed her hands across her shoulders, down across her chest, biting her lip while watching Josh's reaction to her breasts jiggling as she did so. They ate and drank, Josh glancing at Debbie every time he got the chance.

For the rest of the day, they cleared as much of the hedge as they could before Tom said to call it a day. He started putting the tools back in the shed, then told Josh he could come back around tonight and sit with them if he wanted, rather than sit on his own for the night. He glanced at Debbie before answering. He told him that he would do, but not take up all of their evening.

They sat watching a film, drinking bottles of beer that Tom had bought in. Debbie was already on her second, and although they were careful, Tom noticed little glances between them both. He went to fetch some more drinks from the kitchen and sat back down.

"So, Josh, Tom said you don't have a girlfriend?" Debbie asked.

"Erm, no, we split up about me going away to University and staying up there," Josh answered.

"Have you been single long then?" she responded.

"A couple of months now," Josh replied.

They carried on watching the film, then Debbie said she was uncomfortable and was going to change. She came back in, Tom grinning to himself as she'd changed into her nightshirt. It wasn't revealing, and was quite long, but he'd noticed that she had removed her bra, so he assumed Josh had seen too. She fidgeted a bit, then moved so that her feet were up on the sofa. Now, with her legs straight, the nightshirt hitched up so that most of the sides of her thighs were on show.

Once the film finished, Debbie announced that she was going to bed and Josh said that he'd better go home too. Tom asked him to wait a second, and went quickly into their bedroom. He came back down while Debbie was on the toilet and handed something to Josh.

"What's this?" Josh asked, bewildered, looking at the magazine in his hand.

Tom smiled and nodded, telling him to turn to page 33. Josh opened it up and gasped, seeing naked women on the pages. He turned to page 33, did a double take, and gasped again.

"Is this..." he started.

"Yes, it's Debbie, from a few years ago, though," Tom said, smiling. "We sent them in and had to buy a copy when they posted her pictures in the Readers' Wives section."

Josh looked at the pictures again, a couple of topless ones, one lying on her front with her arse in full view, and a final one with her legs spread wide, her pussy in the centre of the shot with the unmistakable smile of Debbie peering through her cleavage.

"You can borrow it; don't let Debbie know, though," Tom chuckled.

Josh looked tired the following day, but Tom helped him out by telling him that they were only going to work until midday, and that he had to go into the office. Debbie frowned also, saying she didn't know about it and he was supposed to be on holiday time. Tom told her that there was a problem and he needed to oversee it. She went back into the house, and Tom looked up to Josh.

"So, did you like it then, the magazine?" he laughed.

"Yes," Josh blushed, "sort of."

Tom asked what he meant, and Josh looked embarrassed. He quickly told Josh that if he didn't want to say that he'd masturbated looking at pictures of his wife, it was fine, but it was exactly why he'd lent him the magazine.

"I did, yes, but I prefer her now," Josh mumbled, "you know, her breasts and arse are, erm, bigger."

Tom laughed and said he knew what he meant; they certainly were an eyeful. No sooner had he said it than Debbie appeared, wearing the swimsuit from yesterday, no t-shirt today, and wandered straight to the sun lounger. She applied sun lotion, knowing Josh was watching, and applied it vigorously, her heavy breasts swinging from side to side as she did so. She lay on the lounger, legs spread just enough to tease, then closed her eyes. After a short while, she turned to lie on her front.

Tom saw Josh turning awkwardly, trying to hide his semi-erect cock. Tom glanced back towards Debbie, and saw why. Apart from the swimsuit, she was in exactly the pose from one of the photos. The swimsuit looked painted on to her round arse, her legs parted just wide enough to tease, but also just enough to hide the hidden delight between. Tom glanced at his watch.

"Right, I'd better go. Can you just tidy up these bits we've taken down, Josh, please?" he asked, "and I'll see you tomorrow."

Josh nodded and looked towards Debbie, who announced she was going to stay and enjoy the sun. Tom went inside but stood by the kitchen door, watching and listening.

Josh looked towards the door a few times, making sure Tom wasn't coming back out. Tom heard him call out to Debbie a couple of times, then moved to the bottom of the sun lounger. Tom had to suppress a gasp when he saw Josh unleash his already erect cock and start wanking while staring at Debbie's round arse. He glared between her legs, imagining his cock was pushing between them.

Tom watched Debbie, her head was tilted, but if she could see what Josh was doing, she hid it very well. She moved again, making her arse jiggle, and yawned loudly and stretched her arms. With breakneck speed, Josh quickly covered himself up and moved away.

He saw Debbie look up towards Josh, and smiled. She turned onto her front, staring between Josh's legs, cupped her breasts, made them jiggle, then giggled.

"I'm sorry, I'm teasing you again," she giggled. "You like watching me, don't you? Do you think Tom has noticed?"

"Tom, no, I don't think he has any idea whatsoever," Josh replied.

Tom smiled to himself. If he hadn't known differently, he'd have believed Josh too, he sounded convincing. Josh carried on tidying up.

"Good, if he finds out we'll have to stop. Do you really like them then, or is it just because it's been a while and any tits will do?" Debbie asked.

Josh blushed again, his face going so red that even Tom could see from his vantage point. He told her no, that he thought she had nice breasts, perhaps the biggest and best he'd ever seen.

"Well, that's a lie," Debbie laughed, "because you haven't seen them yet, not properly anyway."

There was a slight pause, then Tom gasped.

"You can see them if you want to, but Tom mustn't find out," Debbie said seductively, "but I need to see you too."

She nodded towards Josh's crotch. Josh stood, transfixed, his mind whirring, like he wanted to pinch himself to see if this was happening or not. Tom stood in awe, part of him unhappy with his wife at how soon after him 'leaving' she'd acted, but he'd also helped bring this on with the impromptu wet t-shirt, letting Josh into their bedroom for her knickers, giving him the magazine to see Debbie naked. Part of him now wanted to see how far his wife, thinking he was unaware, was prepared to go.

Debbie lay watching him for a few seconds, watching for a reaction from Josh. To help him along, she pulled the front of the swimsuit to one side to expose a nipple to him. Taking her breast in her hands, she lifted it and licked her nipple while smiling up at him. She pushed the other side; now both breasts were exposed, looking much bigger with the swimsuit pushing them together.

Tom watched in awe; his wife, who nowadays didn't like sex in the light so he couldn't see her body, was now showing her tits outdoors to their young neighbour like it was normal. She nodded towards Josh, watching as he rubbed his crotch through his shorts. She slowly and seductively pulled the shoulder straps down off each shoulder, and pulled them down her arms until her large breasts were fully exposed.

"Your turn now, Josh, show me how much you like them," Debbie softly moaned.

"But Tom.." Josh started.

"He's gone; he won't know," Debbie sighed, "show me, or they get put away."

Josh took a deep breath and pushed his shorts down quickly. Debbie gasped loudly, seeing his erection standing tall, staring right at it.

"God, that's a fat cock you have there," she exclaimed, "now show me what it can do."

She squeezed her breasts together, watching as Josh started to stroke his cock, slowly at first, Debbie telling him to move closer. He hovered over her, standing by her side, Debbie transfixed on his hand as he wanked while staring at her tits.

"Yes, Josh, that's a good lad, show me how much you can cum on them," Debbie encouraged.

He groaned loudly, wanking quicker still, Debbie pushing her tits up towards him, his cock just inches away, until he groaned louder still and his cock erupted. Each warm splash of cum on her tits was greeted with a loud grunt from him, and a squeal of delight from Debbie. He had said it had been a while, but even Tom was surprised at how much he did cum considering he'd been tired from wanking over her pictures most of the night.

Tom quickly backed away, opening the front door, and walking to his car that he'd parked a little down the road. He sat in it and sent Debbie a text to say he was finished and on his way back.

"Can you pop to the shop and get some bread and milk, and some eggs for tonight, please?" she replied.

We don't need milk, Tom thought; he'd opened a fresh bottle this morning. He replied, saying okay, and walked back to the house. He listened out, but couldn't hear them from the garden. He wandered up to the gate to the back garden and stopped dead. They were still there, but now Josh stood with his legs on either side of the lounger, right over Debbie, who had his cock in her hand. She wanked him, pointing his cock towards her, her mouth open and her tongue stuck out.

Josh had his eyes closed, just as well as he would probably have seen Tom standing watching. She pulled him down further, his cock sliding into her massive cleavage, and pushed her tits tight around his cock. Josh groaned loudly as she tit-wanked him, the end of his cock nudging against her tongue as she did so.

Tom watched on, realising that not only was he erect himself, but he'd instinctively pulled out his cock and was wanking, watching his normally bashful wife tit-wank their young neighbour. He wanked faster, matching their pace, and as Josh grunted and started to cum, Debbie pushed her head forward and took the end of his cock into her mouth. She swallowed him down greedily, while Tom grunted and came over the fence and floor. He quickly zipped up and went to his car.

Ten minutes later, he walked into the house with the items she'd asked for. She'd put on some jog pants and a loose T-shirt, but told Tom that she was going in the shower. As she got to the door, she turned and smiled.

"The door will be unlocked if you want to come and join me," she whispered.