When Robert Porter went in to work the next morning, he was tired but happy. Just what had gotten into Emily the past couple days, he didn't know, but he liked it. On Tuesday night, she'd torn his clothing off and humped him until he filled her with his eager cum, and then she'd continued, using the big dildo he'd bought her to continue the fucking until Robert was hard again. The sight of the large pink dildo slamming into her sweet pussy with his cum lubricating it was massively exciting. And last night, well, my oh my, he'd never had his cock sucked like last night. She didn't even want to fuck, just wanting him to lick and suck her tasty cunt while she attacked his cock and balls. And then she'd laid back and jerked him off onto her face and chest. He'd never even dared ask for such behavior before. Their sex had always been magnificent, but the last two nights topped everything.
He pulled out of the driveway and moved down the street slowly, watching the Trent house closely as he did. The curtains were open, but Patty wasn't in sight this morning. Charles had a longer commute, so he was normally gone when Robert left for work, and it appeared that Patty liked to do her housework naked after shipping the kids off to school. Robert loved the sight of her breasts swaying as she vacuumed, and he always wished he had time to park and watch. He wondered what she would do if she knew he saw her.
She had to know people could see her-especially in the winter, when it was still dark in the morning. She must want to be seen. But did she want to be caught? Robert had fantasized about telling Emily what she did, and in those fantasies Emily would be eager to sneak out with him and watch from the car. In those fantasies, they would fuck in the car right there on the street while Patty continued her naked housework. Often, in those fantasies, they would knock on Patty's door and go inside and take her right there in the living room before her open window.
Of course, it was only a fantasy. Oh well.