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‘Mark!’ Harold called through the shed door. ‘Come out here, lad. You’ll want to see this up close.’
Mark came across the lawn, grinning, and squeezed into the shed. Harold sat on an upturned crate, unzipped his old corduroys and pulled out a long, thick cock. ‘On your knees, Claire. Show your husband how you suck an old man’s cock.’
She knelt in the dirt. Harold’s cock smelled of soap and sweat and she licked it from root to tip while both men watched. Then she took him deep, bobbing, slurping, Harold’s gnarled hand on the back of her head.
‘She’s good,’ Harold said to Mark, conversational, as if discussing roses. ‘Take her from behind, lad. Let me watch her face while you fuck her.’
Mark dropped to his knees behind her and shoved into her pussy. Claire choked on Harold’s cock, sandwiched between her husband and the neighbour, the two men talking over her like she was a thing they were sharing. That was the part that made her come — hard, shaking, moaning wetly around Harold’s shaft.
Harold groaned and pulled out, stroking himself, and came across her face in long hot ropes. Mark followed, filling her pussy, gasping.
Claire knelt there, glazed and dripping, dazed with happiness.
Harold zipped up and looked thoughtfully at Mark. ‘There’s the residents’ association meeting on Tuesday,’ he said. ‘Six of us. All lonely old men.’
Mark looked at his wife. Claire looked back. Her pussy clenched.
What happens next? More paths are coming soon.