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That’s when I saw them.

Tina’s pants were down around her ankles and so were Dave’s. She was leaned against the side of her house, bent over slightly at the waist, and behind her, Dave had his cock buried in her pussy. It could’ve been her ass but from where I stood, I couldn’t exactly tell. I guessed it was her pussy.

She slapped the house and hissed through clenched teeth.

“Fuck me, baby. Fuck mama good.”

“Yes, mama. Tell me what you need. Tell me and you have it.”

“Plow me like you plowed that dirt. Plant that seed inside me. Fuck me harder.”

I felt weird watching but I couldn’t take my eyes off them. It was broad daylight, the middle of the day, and they were going at it in their backyard.

“You like that pretty lady we just met?” Tina asked as she backed her ass up into him and lowered her head a little, putting him in better pussy pounding position.

“She’s beautiful,” he said.

“Fuck me like I’m her,” she ordered. “Fuck mama’s pussy like it’s that fresh, young, tender ass. Then maybe I’ll let you fuck her later.”

Oh my God.

I moved back farther into my house, making sure they couldn’t see me as I spied on them. Her words were so vulgar, yet I couldn’t stop watching. I didn’t even realize my hand was in my panties until my clit started to burn from the rapid rubbing. I was so fucking horny. Abnormally horny. Part of me considered going out there to join them, but I knew I couldn’t. She was pretty and he was a stud, older but still quite handsome, and the thought of a threesome wouldn’t leave my mind.

I crashed against the dining room table and lifted one leg up onto a chair. My pussy was so wet.

“Ohhh shit!” Tina yelled. “Ohh fucking shit!”

She was coming. I wanted to come. I wanted to come like her.

Before I knew it, my clothes were off, and I was back in the shower, aiming the stream right at my clit as I fingered myself, full on masturbation, until I found my release and came there, alone, and satisfied.

I was satisfied, but I felt…off. Wrong maybe.”

“When you say you felt wrong, how do you mean?” Tension interrupted.

His chest heaved up and down and I knew the look on his face, that flustered look of yearning, of desire for something he couldn’t have. It was the same way I felt watching my neighbors fuck in the backyard. He wanted me so fucking bad his cock ached.

“I felt dirty,” I said.

He smiled.

“Dirty but so turned on at the same time. I liked it. Do you know what I mean? Like you’re doing something wrong but at the same time you want to let loose and say fuck it. Like you’re so tempted to give in to that desire for pleasure?”

Tension nodded.

“Can I use your restroom?” he asked.

“You know where it is,” I said.

When he disappeared, I knew what needed to be done. Driving this man nuts was so much fun and I can’t lie, reliving all the moments from Erotic Mayberry had me so fucking horny myself. I needed to come. So that’s exactly what I was going to do.

I walked past the bathroom and stopped outside the door. I listened carefully to see what the detective was doing on the other side. The sink was on and it sounded as if he was splashing water on his face. Yes, he definitely needed to cool off.

No doubt he’d stroked himself a couple times while taking a piss. He’d been hard for so long. He needed to relieve himself before going crazy.

The water masked any sound I might hear but I imagined without it I might discover the squish squish of his hand working his shaft or maybe even a soft moan.

I could wait. He’d be moaning soon enough.