He can't move

Chuck was transfixed by the naked young widow playing with herself in the lounge chair. He couldn't move or speak, but his cock was painfully stiff in his shorts. Mrs. Wheeler rubbed her clit and pinched her nipple as he watched. Soon her hips started humping up, as she whimpered in her sex dream. "Do you like watching me please myself, Jack? Does it make you hard to see how much I want you? Ooo! I'm so wet for you. Fuck me, Jack. Fuck me!" Her masturbating got more urgent, and she pushed two fingers inside her cunt. Sharon was still asleep.

The pressure was unbearable. Chuck looked around the yard. No one could see into the area from outside. He unzipped his shorts and unleashed his thick cock. As Mrs. Wheeler crooned, he stroked himself slowly. "Oh, Jack! Your cock feels so good inside me! Fuck me hard, honey. Bite those nipples! Ah! Yes!" She twisted a nipple so hard, Chuck was amazed she didn't wake. Her fingers plowed headlong in and out of her pussy, making a squishing sound as she went. He stroked his shaft, imagining it was his cock ravishing her cunt.

Sharon's body arched severely in the lawn chair, and she made a very high-pitched whine that wasn't very loud. Her hips rose and fell as she plunged her fingers inside herself. Chuck could see a flush spread across her face and chest as she came. He closed his eyes, visualizing that he was fucking Mrs. Wheeler, that she climaxed from his attentions.