Red faces

Martha hated working weekends, having to find a sitter for her kids was a pain, but she was glad for the day off in the middle of the week.

She got so much more done without her little rascals underfoot. So far today she'd had a nice hot shower, which included a very satisfying orgasm, gotten caught up with laundry and cleaned her bathroom.

Now that the sun had burned off the morning fog, it was turning out to be a beautiful day, and she was making the most of it, tending her garden at the front of the house.

She was done pulling the weeds and was halfway through trimming her roses when the sedan pulled up in front of her neighbours house.

The woman who got out of the passenger seat was around her own age, Martha thought, and rather attractive. She looked a bit overweight, as she was herself, Martha had to admit. 

When Martha noticed the name canon on the case, it all came to her in a flash. This couple was coming to Derrick's house for sex!

She cast her eyes back to the woman, who by now was on Derrick's doorstep only a few yards away. Martha's heart skipped a beat as she saw the woman looking right at her and smiling broadly, definitely. She must have recognized the realisation and shock on Martha's face..

The door opened almost immediately, and Martha saw Derrick in the doorway wearing a suit. Martha had only ever seen him in a suit once before, when he had had to attend a funeral.

As she entered her own house, her eyes swept automatically to the window that faced Derrick's. She had opened all her windows wide to let in the fresh air and light breeze.

Derrick's own living room window was just across from hers, separated by his driveway.

Martha was motionless in her living room as these thoughts bounced around her head, when suddenly she heard a loud SMACK, followed by a woman's high pitched cry of pain. Or was that excitement? Martha wondered as her heart jolted.

At that moment, she felt a breeze and saw Derrick's curtains blow open slightly, just in time for her to see a bright flash of light. She couldn't see much more than that in the room, as her glimpse was so brief, but it was enough to give her a visual image in her mind of what might be happening next door.

She stood motionless for a moment, picturing the woman laying across Derrick's lap. She imagined a man shooting pictures of Derrick's large black hand, soothing a bright red handprint on a thick white ass.

An ass not much different from her own, Martha thought. What would that strong hand feel like, she wondered. Suddenly there was another SMACK! Martha flinched as the female voice cried out again.

Martha's heart raced as her hand slipped into her shorts. But before she could even wet her fingers in her dripping pussy, another SMACK rang out, then another, and another! The woman was wailing now, "Oh, Mr. Thompson, I'm sorry! I will be a good girl!"

Then things were quiet again, but Martha could occasionally see a flash of light through the gaps in the curtains. Turned on as she was by the whole episode, she quickly stripped off all her clothes, and left them laying in a heap by her feet.

SMACK! Martha now had her fingers swirling through her thick labia, wondering if the woman sprawled across Derrick's lap was wearing panties, pulled partly down to expose her ass cheeks? Maybe a thong? Or maybe nothing at all under her skirt. She knew that there was a garter belt, as she had seen the straps holding up the stockings as the woman approached Derrick's house.

Martha heard that excited female voice saying something, but couldn't quite make it out. 

Then things were quiet again. Martha was beside herself with arousal and curiosity. She was wondering if they had moved to another room in the house, when the wind blew the curtains aside again.

She saw Derrick standing with his hands on his hips like a stern authoritarian, as the woman kneeled in front of him, working desperately to get his pants open. The scene was punctuated by another flash of the camera.

The curtains drifted closed again, but Martha saw light flashing around the edges of the window as she heard the female voice again, "Oh Mr. Thompson, it's so big! I don't think I can get it in my mouth!"

Martha could just imagine Derrick's dick in the woman's small, pale hand. She had visualized his dick many times, and wondered about it as she watched interracial porn. Was he long and straight? Thick and curved?

If it was in proportion to the rest of his body, it was long, straight, and thick. That's how she always imagined it.

Her attention was drawn to Derrick's window again by yet another gust of wind. Martha caught a brief glimpse of the woman, with both hands wrapped around Derrick's cock, fist over fist, just like the grip Derrick had shown her son on a baseball bat. The blonde woman's mouth stretched around the head.

Martha groaned as she realised she had been right about that cock, the woman's hands couldn't quite reach around his slab of dark meat, and even with two hands wrapped around it, there was still enough sticking out to suck on!

The husband was kneeling on the far side of the room and his camera flash was straight at Martha. She wondered if he had seen her in the background as the wind died down and her view was blocked again by the curtains.

She pictured herself in the frame, standing naked with her feet shoulder width apart, her hands in her crotch, as in the foreground, another white woman worked to service a black man's cock.

She moved one hand to roughly squeeze her ample titties, while she continued to diddle herself with the fingers of the other.

Suddenly the curtains moved again, but this time not from the wind. Derrick had abruptly pulled them apart, and was now standing naked at his window with his hands high above his head as he pushed the tops of the curtains outward along the rod.

Martha gawked at the sight of Derrick naked, and she could see his masculine body from half way up his muscular thighs. Her eyes travelled across every pronounced bulge and ridge of his body.

In a moment, she took in the sight of his cock, his abs, pecs, shoulders, biceps and forearms. Before her eyes were drawn again to the big prick pointing straight at her.

Martha couldn't believe what she was seeing and soon realised that he must be looking at her as well. She looked up at his face to see his usual friendly smile as he looked back at her.

His wide smile seemed to gleam at her from his black face as his eyes showed his pleasure with this turn of events.

Their eyes locked briefly, before his demeanour changed completely, abruptly. He suddenly looked stern, angry even, and Martha was stunned, her breath catching in her chest.

"Go to your room Martha, NOW!" He told her. His voice now commanding, like he was punishing an unruly child. She had heard him use that voice with his own son, and it had impressed, yet somehow thrilled her. It thrilled her even more as it was directed at her.

She felt suddenly intimidated and yet aroused by his authority. As he spun on his heel to return to the blonde, Martha hesitated only long enough to see what Derrick was going to do next. The thought of defying him never entered her mind.

Martha watched his muscular ass and thighs flex as he marched back to the blonde, who was still kneeling obediently, and grasped her wrist. "C'mon, upstairs!" He boomed, loud enough for Martha to hear.

The woman stumbled, trying to get her feet under herself as Derrick pulled her towards the stairs. His house being a mirror image of her own, Martha knew exactly where he was going, and she started for her own stairs.

Her nerves had her shaking as she quickly climbed the stairs naked and went to her room. She had no idea what was going to happen next, but she was not able to restrain herself from following Derrick's command.

Once in her room, she went straight to the window and pulled back the curtains as wide as they would go and raised her blinds all the way up.

She was greeted with Derrick's approving smile as he pulled his own curtains wide. They stared at each other for a moment, both taking in the sight of the other's naked body, before Derrick once again became the boss and commanded Martha, "Get out your biggest dildo and get on the bed facing me!"

His booming voice echoed between the houses, but the thought that someone might have heard him talking about dildos never entered her mind, she simply obeyed.

She was initially shocked by the fact that he had assumed, correctly, that she even owned a dildo, let alone a collection of them in various sizes. These thoughts raced through her mind as she went straight to the drawer that she thought of as her "toy box".