A blowjob next door

"Slrrrp—glrk—plrrrrrk—glrrrrrp!" Rachel enthusiastically gagged herself on the older man's cock, making sure to generate extra saliva that coated it from the shaft down to the balls.

It was almost unfair, Rachel thought, to start out an affair this way. The average suburban husband didn't have sex more often than a few times a year on holidays, and when they did, it was your boring, dry, missionary variety of sex. Blowjobs were out of the question, much less the sloppy throatfucks that Rachel offered.

"Unnngh," John groaned, his eyes rolling back, sounding distinctly un-doctor-like.

The sound only motivated Rachel to take his cock deeper, letting it hit the back of her throat as she flexed her muscles in time with his thrusts. The rhythmic gagging echoed through the air musically, turning the quiet backyard into a symphony of squelching, gulping noises. Rachel loved how little it took to turn a sophisticated man like a doctor into a drooling, pathetic fool.

"Pwaahhhhh," Rachel sounded as she unsheathed herself from John's cock. She smiled upwards at the man, enjoying the way his cock bounced and throbbed, aching for just a little more friction.

"P-please," John groaned. "Don't stop."

Rachel smirked, thinking back to how just an hour ago, John had been saying things like "no, no, I mustn't," and "I'm a married man!" How easily those protests melted away... Despite Rachel having her knees buried in the grass, her face a mess of running mascara, drool, and pre-cum, she was actually the one with her dignity intact. John had been reduced to a groveling mess.

"Beg me," Rachel said, biting her lip.

John gasped a little and looked around, as if realizing for the first time how exposed they were. She liked to take men in their own backyards. It was private yet public at the same time. The fence hid them from most prying eyes, but the proximity to their own homes added an element of danger. Right now, John's teenage daughter was sitting upstairs in her room, and his wife god knows where, but able to see straight into the backyard from the kitchen if she chose.

"Please," John said again. "My wife will be home from the store any minute."

"Okay," Rachel hummed to herself. Then licked some pre-cum off her hand, causing John's cock to jerk yet again. "Tell me where you want to cum."