Kaitlyn lay on the deck sunning herself whilst listening to George pace the garden with the heavy petrol lawnmower; the pitch shifted as he turned and marched the other way, growing quieter before he suddenly changed direction again at the far end. Her husband, John, had no interest in gardening, and most of it required a little more physical labour than Kaitlyn was willing or able to give. George, it seemed, was a good investment. Not least because he was handy, but also, Kaitlyn considered him attractive for an older man; he was rugged and sexy, but a little too old for her, maybe old enough to be her father.

John listened to his old lawnmower working hard as he approached home. Eventually, as he neared the driveway, he spotted nosy neighbour Kristy, twitching with her curtains again.

"I'll bet she's been irritating Kaitlyn all day, or maybe it's more likely the other way around," he laughed to himself as he redirected and crossed over the road to the corner shop, Cornetto before home. It's been a long hot day.

Kaitlyn checked the time and then her makeup in the reflection of the new double-door patio; they'd sprung for the pricey reflective privacy glass because the neighbour loved to gawk through the previous installation at their nighttime antics. She admired her curvy ass in her tight flesh coloured gym shorts with a matching top. From a glance, anyone might have assumed she was naked, especially as she hadn't worn a bra; her large erect nipples easily poked through the fabric. She cupped her heavy breasts and tweaked her nipples a little to get them extra hard for when John got home, but until then she was content with eyeing the new gardener, a silver fox as they say; clearly, he spent a lot of time outdoors working as his skin was nicely tanned and his toned physique was making Kaitlyn's kitten purr and growl.

George switched off the mower; its big, heavy engine took a few moments to spin down before dying with a clunk. Kaitlyn watched him in the glass as he tidied the grass trimmings. She heard the front door thud inside as John closed it. Kaitlyn faced the mirrored surface, looking into her own eyes and now also John's as he admired her figure in her gym bunny outfit, but was still surprised by how she looked naked. Now close enough for her breath to condense on the glass, she continued to play with her breasts, alternating between looking through the mirror seemingly at John and then back at George. John watched with interest, and continued to lick his ice-cream.

"George," Kaitlyn called out. George," he finished emptying the grass clippings in the compost at the far corner of the garden before sprinting over. She growled and snapped her teeth at his reflection like he was prey about to cross her path and be gobbled up in one bite. He sprang up onto the deck and stood beside her.

"George," she began again with a mischievous smile on her face. "I want you to do something for me, but... But it's only for me, you understand; you're not to tell John about it. It's got to be our little secret," she ended with a whisper. George stepped closer, fearing he might not hear, still not saying a word. Kaitlyn placed her palms on the glass at either side of her chest before slowly sliding her bosom down against the glass, lowering her head between her hands, as she did, arched her back and pushed her rear out.

"I've been a bad girl. George, I need to be." She paused to side-eye him, making sure she still had his full attention. His eyes shot back to hers from her arse "I want to be punished." She giggled, her eyes darted back to the mirrored glass. George moved close. John's heart pounded in his chest.

Kaitlyn turned her head to face George and bit her lower lip hard enough to leave a mark. "I've been watching you staring at my arse, just like you're doing now. Do you like my arse? Do you want to touch it?" Kaitlyn looked like she had a lightbulb moment, but it was a floodlight in the darkest, most obscene centre of her brain.

"Daddy! Would you like to bend me over your knee?" She began again with a mischievous smirk. "I want to be bent over your knee, facing the neighbour's. I want them to see you to spank me."

George, without warning, put his hand at the scruff of Kaitlyn's neck just as he had probably done to many a naughty little girl; he manoeuvred her over his lap as he sat down in one movement. She giggled at being so unexpectedly and expertly manhandled by this much older man. But he wasn't done yet; he slipped into the waistband of Kaitlyn's shorts and panties, whipping them over her arse and down to behind her knees.

"Oh yes, just like that. YES DADDY!" she shouted.

George slapped Kaitlyn's arse. John stepped back in utter surprise and sat at the dining room table, Kaitlyn's gorgeous pussy and arsehole staring back at him. George, after a quick pause, sensed he was good to continue, struck her again, and again, and again. Kaitlyn, with each strike, shunted forward, and now had both her hands on the deck to steady herself; she looked over her shoulder back at him in the eye as he raised for the next.

"Oh my. You've such strong hands; are those fingers just as nimble? I'll bet they've pleasured many young, wet girls. I'm wet for you now too, Daddy." John stood once more and moved closer to the glass. George looked down at Kaitlyn's arse cheeks, which spread naturally to reveal her dark arsehole compared to her white, milky cheeks. Her pussy mound sat between her thighs, and he could see her cream leaking. Kaitlyn felt his cock instantly harden against her hip. He opened her gently and admired her vivid pink, which had been hidden behind her large labia lips. He pushed two fingers deep before pulling them out to smell her sweet scent before dipping them into his mouth. Kaitlyn's tight top had slipped up, or rather down at this point, to mostly reveal her large perky tits; just her erect nipples clung onto the fabric so as not to fully expose them.

George gave a grin as he thrust three large manly fingers in, to stretch her, his little finger erect to slide her length and against her clit on each and every stroke. Kaitlyn's eyes rolled, and her mouth fell open; she moaned as her muscles clenched, gripping his fingers, and George grunted his approval, pressed his thumb at her arsehole.

"You are a very dirty little girl." His thumb massaged tight circles against her puckered ring. She realised he was about to fill her there too.

"Not there, Daddy, at least, not today." She smiled and winked before she rolled off of his knee. She removed her shorts and panties, then sat on the opposite chair and placed her right bare foot up against the glass. George focused on her partially exposed breasts bouncing as she moved. Kaitlyn lifted her left foot onto the table too. George knelt between her thighs, his nose an inch from her pussy. He watched intently as she used both hands to peel her meaty lips apart. George admired and salivated at her neat, trimmed bush and large, glistening labia lips.

Kaitlyn's fingers dug into breasts as George's mouth worked his tongue initially slowly against her clit before flicking faster, the rhythm of a man who knew exactly what he was doing. The rough scrape of his stubble against her skin, friction that made her gasp. She tilted her hips, grinding against his face. She didn't care about the neighbour's twitching curtains; she also forgot her husband might be watching from inside the house.

"That's it." Her voice was loud enough for all to hear. "Right there, Daddy. Don't stop. Eat my slutty cunt."

George's hands gripped underneath her ample bottom, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as he pulled her harder at his face. His tongue circled inside her entrance, deep inside for a long moment before sliding up to her clit, and she bucked against him, a sharp cry. She imagined her husband now, hard and desperate, watching another man eat her, a jolt of electricity shot out from her clit, forking out through her body.

"You like watching?" she called out, knowing all could hear her were doing just that. "Watch me cum! Watch me cum on his face."

George doubled his efforts, his mouth greedy and relentless, and Kaitlyn's hips rocked against his face, her fingers twisted in his silver hair. Her orgasm built, coiling tight in her, and she looked up at the glass, maybe seeing through mirror at John as she let go; her thighs shook, her cunt clenched, and George's tongue flicked hard and fast. She let out what she thought would be a tiny squirt into his mouth. It was not, and as he tried to swallow, most splashed off his chin down onto the hot deck where it puddled. When she finally sat back up in the chair, panting and slick with sweat, she saw George's hand stop mid-stroke around his aesthetically pleasing cock, his knuckles white as he gripped; the look on his face told her he was ready.

George rose to his knees; his weathered hands tried to find her waist to pull her down onto his thick cock as he eyed her open, welcoming lips. Kaitlyn's mouth went dry at the sight of it, tanned and veined, the head flushed dark. She thought she heard John's sharp exhale through the glass, and she let her gaze drift to the neighbour's window. Then she looked back at George, her blue eyes bright and full of lust. She wanted him there but not today, today she wants John. Kaitlyn sat forward and looked up at him, lifted her top, and cupped her breasts together around his girth, her large erect nipples meeting together at the other side.

"That's it, here. I want you between them, then you're going to cover me. I want you to see me covered in your seed, Daddy?" she teased John's ears with her words through the glass. "Cover me, Daddy." George's answer was a low growl. He stood over her, his toned buttocks clenched as his cock slid between her breasts, the rough friction of her sweat-dampened skin against his soft flesh. He fucked her tits with a steady, building rhythm, his hands pressed down on her shoulders, holding her in place for each thrust. Kaitlyn's fingers dug deeper into her own flesh, her nails left imprints in those large mounds wrapped tight around him, and he watched her mouth as she felated and licked at an invisible cock for him until his eyes lost focus, his breath short and shallow, then deep, loud. George shuddered and shot long thick jets of pearl white cum which splashed under her chin, creating a near-perfect necklace.

"Good boy!" She grinned up at him as he slowed. Kaitlyn took his slowly deflating cock and gave a long slow lick from the ridge up as she milked out the last few drops onto her tongue. John's jaw dropped as she looked up through the mirror into his eyes and swallowed. She grinned as the curtain twitched furiously next door. George collected himself and went back to his other passion.

Kaitlyn opened the patio door, still wearing her newly gifted necklace. She found John sat at the dining table, stroking his cock, eyes wide, his jaw dropped, but mostly his face flushed red. She leaned over and kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, swirling her tongue around his. She spread her knees as she lowered onto his lap, grabbing his cock and guiding it into her. John's face was inches from the mess George had left on her, and then he looked up into her eyes, a slow, satisfied smile on her lips. She ran a finger through the slick of cum, brought it to her mouth, and tasted that saltiness, a claim she'd taken willingly. Through the window, she heard the mower power up, John's cock twitched inside her, and she knew he was holding back. She arched her back, letting the cum run down her breasts, and she whispered.

"It's your turn now, baby." She rocked her hips, forcing herself deep around him as she gripped the hair at the back of his head and fed him each cum-covered nipple in turn. He lapped at them eagerly as he bucked and filled her with his own gift.