He heads home

Steve was ready to keep going, his cock was already getting stiff again, but he decided to head home and see if he could talk his wife into fucking him. Watching was fun but he still loved a nice pussy wrapped around his cock whenever his wife was in the mood.

He headed back the way he had come, toward the park to retrieve his clothes. He moved with practiced experience, avoiding the pools of light from streetlights and house lights. Suddenly he froze, something was moving off to his right. He had seen a flash of blond hair in his peripheral vision. He stepped back into the shadows next to a large fir tree. He had definitely seen someone moving. The question was had he been seen. He paused for a few minutes, and nothing else moved so Steve slowly eased away from the tree and resumed his run toward his clothes.

He was there several minutes later and as he dressed, he wondered if his mind had been playing tricks on him. He could swear he had seen the blond hair of a woman, drawn up into a ponytail, as she moved off to his left. He had not really seen her; all he could remember was the side to side swishing of her ponytail. After he dressed, he headed back toward the house. He made it home in record time and slowed as he came upon his house, creeping up to look in his windows and see what his wife was doing.