He leaned back against the wall and put his hands on either side of my head and guided my head up and down his growing shaft.“Oh god, I hit the jack...pot with you. You’re a cum loving little cock sucker arent’ you?”I moaned into his crotch, but wouldn’t take his cock out of my mouth long enough to reply.“Yea, I got some more for you, keep sucking slut.”I sucked feverishly, stroking his cock in time with the motions of my starving mouth, craving his cum.His hand went to my forehead and he pushed. They each then quickly dried each other off before jumping in under Susan’s one regulation blanket to indulge in a bit of good old fashioned love-making.That love-making began with Susan’s mouth finally getting its bit of sausage. Jack just lay there with his eyes closed and spread eagled on the bed as Susan’s mouth did its thing over his cock. Susan could make Jack’s whole body quiver with pleasure just by running her tongue along and just under the rim of Jack’s penis knob. After that she. Still, I could hear the same noise, never missing a beat. I then inadvertently leant against the wooden panelled side wall of the shed and could feel a faint vibration. Now I was really inquisitive with excitement. I followed the sound and sneaked quietly along and toward the rear of the shed. Although there were shrubs, tree branches and bushes I was able to ease myself around and took position behind the wooden wall.My eyes were immediately drawn to something large and fleshlike moving in and. I had no idea if Jack and Angela had any idea of what was going on, but I certainly did. Did I care? No, not really. I was not an insecure person and I knew Matt was always going to come home to me, it's just that he had this thing about tits.Summer arrived and the first bloom of my flowerbeds caused another change in my husband. For the first time in the five years since we had lived in the house I did not have to beg Matt to go out and "please cut the grass." Every Saturday and Sunday Matt.