Walking BJ

Takes place immediately after Walking BJ: The Six Rules

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Fuck. This is going to be interesting...

After only meeting Jules a couple of weeks ago, we just had sex in a tent in her backyard while her husband was in the house. He was supposed to be sleeping, but the light in his window is now on. We don't know how long it's been on. The backyard butts up to a park and some girls had just yelled their complements to me as they must have heard Jules repeat my name as we finished. We were trying to be quiet with whispers, but obviously not quiet enough. We don't know if this is what woke him.

After gasping at the sight of the light being on, Jules went into action grabbing her onesie and starting to get her feet into it to put it back on.

"Greg. I'm going to need you to do something for me. Grab your shit and go find a spot on the side of the house to hide out."

"Okay. Let me get my clothes on."

"No time Greg. Out now."

With her outfit halfway on she already started unzipping the tent hatch to let me out.

"But I'm..." naked is what I was going to say before she interrupted.

"I know Greg, and I'm sorry, but you don't want him finding you here."

I did as I was told. I had seen him earlier in the day and knew I didn't stand much of a chance if he wanted to fuck me up, especially in my current state. I grabbed my clothes and shoes, and crouched out of the tent to head towards the side of Jules' house. She quickly closed the tent behind me.

I felt my naked ass exposed to the night air and park behind me for anyone who might be watching. There was some old yard furniture stacked against the wall I was able to hide behind. I tried to evaluate if I had time to dress, but that was quickly answered when I heard the backdoor open.

A deep voice asked, "Julie. Are you out here?"

"Yeah Miguel. I'm in the tent." Jules replied. I guess I know her husband's name now.

I then heard some footsteps and the unzipping of the tent.

"What are you doing out here, and why are you half naked?"

Jules must not have finished closing herself up. I didn't know if it was due to time or was intentional.

"Remember, I told you I was considering sleeping out here when we set the tent up today to air it out. Well, I was out here and the moment hit me to pleasure myself. I was trying to be quiet about it, but some kids in the park must have heard and they yelled something in response."

"Yeah, I heard. Sounded like they called someone's name."

As I was listening, I started to shiver a bit. I figured due to being exposed to the cold night air and adrenaline. I still did my best to not make any noise.

"To be honest, I couldn't understand what they said. My mind was in the middle of getting off. I'm sorry they woke you. You should go back to bed."

"Or I can come inside. You're already half naked..."

"Oh, sorry honey. I'm already starting, so the shop is closed down there."

I knew that line well as the classic cock block. Well played Jules.

"Yeah, but your mouth is still open."

And with that I heard him enter the tent and the hatch zip closed. Fucking great. Now I'm stuck here stark naked and going to have to listen to Jules suck her husband off. I wanted to put my clothes on and make a feeble attempt to kick the shit out of him, but had to calm myself down and remember rule 1. We are not going to make this complicated and fuck each other's worlds up. This is her marriage and she knows what she's doing.

I heard some rustling in the tent and Miguel demand, "Now suck my dick."

For the next five or so minutes I couldn't hear much more than him giving his commands...

"Faster."

"Deeper. Take it all."

"Use those tits."

"Get on your back so I can fuck your face."

"Yeah, that's it. Take my load all over your face."

Shortly after, I heard the tent zip open and shut and heard the backdoor open and close. I figured Miguel was back in the house and it was safe to put my clothes on. After doing so, I slowly and quietly went back to the tent. I could see Miguel's window was dark again and inside the tent I could hear Jules sniffling.

"Hey." I whispered from outside the tent.

"Hey." she replied, but it sounded a little sad.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good Greg. I'm sorry you had to hear that. Hey, you should go. I'll see you around another time, okay?" She didn't sound convincing about being okay, but again, it wasn't my place to speak on her situation and make this complicated.

"Okay. Take care of yourself. Thanks for this. It was nice."

She didn't respond. I slowly made my way out of the backyard, but was sure I heard her starting to cry as I went through her gate. I hated leaving her like this.

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Carol was back late the next day and seemed wiped out from her trip with Samantha. I had to ask her again why they went to Austin, and she gave me some spiel about meeting with a vendor or something. I was only half listening anyway since my mind was elsewhere.

Over the next couple of weeks, life went on and I continued my walks with BJ. I was actually starting to see some results and lose a few pounds, but in that time there was no sign of Jules. She wasn't to be seen around the bridge at night, and not in her backyard or window when I walked behind her house from the park during the day.

I half thought about going to her door and checking on her, but would quickly talk myself out of that as I didn't want to make things worse for her. So life went on.

Carol and I had that brief stint of heightened sexual activity while I had Jules around, but that died off as well after she had her last period. I was back to taking care of myself a few times a week.

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Another month went by and I was going about my business on a Sunday morning. Sundays were usually dedicated to getting laundry done and maybe some yard work, if needed. Carol was gone this particular morning at some event with Samantha again, so it was just me and one of the kids at the house.

I received a text...

CINDY: hi mr s this is Cindy I found your # u need to come over right away

ME: Hey Cindy. I don't think that would be a good idea right now.

CINDY: no not for that there is something I need to show u...

ME: What? Why?

CINDY: I don't have time to explain u just need to get over here

ME: Okay. Give me a minute and I'll head over.

CINDY: k be sure to walk and meet me at the door on the side of the garage

I was in the middle of laundry so I was in sweats, which I wasn't always comfortable leaving the house in, but figured I was just going around the block.

When I made it to the street Cindy lived on I could see Samantha's car in the driveway and Carol's car in the street. What am I walking into? I approached the house tentatively until I could see the door Cindy referred to on the side of the house. She was there waiting and waved me over after she saw me approaching.

When I made it to her, I asked, "What's going on? Is Carol and your mom here?"

Speaking quietly, she replied, "Yes, and they don't know I'm here so you have to be quiet no matter what you see. I thought I'd surprise my mom by showing up early for spring break, and it ends up I'm the one who was surprised."

I had no idea what she was talking about, but I followed her when she grabbed my hand and led me inside. We went through the garage and then kitchen before making it to the downstairs hallway. I didn't see any sign of the other two, but did see Maxxi asleep in her crate. Cindy put her finger to her lips to again let me know we needed to be quiet and led me through the hallway.

Having been to the house a few times before, I knew Samantha's bedroom was down here below Cindy's upstairs. I could see Samantha's door was slightly open by the sliver of light it let into the dark hallway. Cindy moved very slowly as we approached so I followed suit not knowing what we were going to see. My birthday was approaching. Was there a gift they were working on? If so, why would Cindy want to spoil it?

I was not prepared for what I saw, but once I did a lot of things made sense, and I felt stupid for not expecting this. Looking through the sliver I could see Carol laying naked on the bed with Samantha, still partially clothed, going down on her. Carol's eyes were closed and her hands were going through Samantha's hair while she moaned in pleasure.

My mouth dropped and Cindy must have thought I was about to make a noise because her hand quickly went to cover my mouth. From behind me she whispered into my ear so softly I barely heard her.

"I'm sorry you had to find out this way, but isn't this fucking crazy? I didn't think you'd believe me if you didn't see it for yourself. You don't have to feel so bad now about what you've done."

That comment stung, but it did have some truth to it. How long has this been going on? Does it pre-date my being with Jules? As I pondered these questions, I couldn't look away. This was actually hot and I could feel my cock hardening. Cindy also noticed as her hand reached around the other side of me and went to my crotch and felt my thick rod making a tent out of my sweatpants.

"Looks like you're enjoying what you see. Let me show you something I've learned at school."

I started to protest, but she swiped my hand away and held her other hand tighter over my mouth.

"Mr. Schuster... You promised I could show you what I've learned."

Had Cindy planned this? She couldn't have known she would stumble on her mom munching on my wife's pussy, but she did know how to make the situation work in her interest like she had previously. I gave up the protest and let her reach her hand down my pants to grab my cock. I guess I was lucky it was laundry day. My jeans and belt would have too noisy.

As Cindy started to stroke my cock, I watched as my wife was brought to orgasm. Her hands forced Samantha's face into her pussy as she convulsed with her head arched back and pressed into Samantha's headboard. As she came down, she released her grip and Samantha climbed on top of Carol giving her a deep passionate kiss. Carol then started licking Samantha's face cleaning the mess her pussy made.

Cindy whispered, "Wow, that's pretty hot. I want to clean your face like that the next time you eat my pussy."

My mouth was still covered so I couldn't reply but gave a little muffled grunt at the thought of it and the pleasure I was started to get from her stroking.

"Shhh Mr. Schuster. We don't want to disturb them."

After the face cleaning, the two of them sat up and Carol started to finish undressing Samantha. She quickly undid her bra releasing her breasts, which made me think about where Cindy's beautiful set came from. She then bent Samantha over so she was on all fours and unzipped the back of her skirt. As she pulled it down, it revealed Samantha's baby blue thong which was quite moist from her pussy. Carol made some comment about it and then pulled them down before immediately positioning herself to lick Samantha's backside. The skirt and thong were stuck around her bent knees as Carol feasted on her pussy and ass.

As Carol licked Samantha's ass, it reminded me of her licking mine a while back. Had she already been eating ass before that, or had she tried it on me first?

In the middle of this thought, I heard Cindy question, "That's a thing? Why would you do that? You're going to have to show me Mr. Schu..."

Before she could even finish, I interrupted with another muffled grunt at the thought of eating Cindy's backside. She was certainly making the to do list.

Cindy gave a little giggle before continuing, "Careful Mr. Schuster. You don't want to finish too soon."

She released my cock for a moment to give it a break and pulled my sweatpants down enough to set it free. I flopped out and her hands went back to it and my mouth.

I was wondering where this confidence of hers came from and what would have put her in a position to do this to a guy at school. At my age, I've never been jacked off in this way, but was enjoying it despite the situation I was in.

Meanwhile, in the room, Carol was alternating between fingering Samantha from behind and tongue fucking her holes. I couldn't imagine how this could be new for her and started to think back to how long she's known Samantha. The Austin trip came to mind. Is this why she's not as interested in me anymore?

Then I heard her ask, "Is it still in the drawer?"

Samantha couldn't speak and just gave an affirmative head nod as she moaned. Carol removed her fingers and moved towards a nightstand and opened a drawer. I was expecting a vibrator of some sort so I was quite surprised to see the strap on harness with a massive cock attached.

"Holy shit!" I heard whispered in my ear. "Your wife is going to fuck my mom."

I gave my loudest moan yet and knew I wasn't going to last much longer. Cindy caught on and led me away from the doorway and back to the living room. I waddled behind her with my sweatpants halfway down my legs.

Once in the other room, Cindy turned around and quietly said, "Now let me show you something else I've learned."

She squatted in front of me and took my cock in her mouth. I was so worked up this was going to be quick. After a few bobs of her head and her hand stroking, I started to cum. She took the first bit in her closed mouth before opening wide and jerked the rest of my load onto her tongue. I did my best to suppress my grunts as she drained me completely. When I was done she made sure I saw the full load in her mouth before it closed and she swallowed.

My head was spinning. As I was trying to get my bearings, Cindy pulled my pants back up and stood in front of me.

"Did you enjoy that? Ends up I like the taste."

I had a hard time getting a response out. "Yeah... that was great Cindy... I need to go."

As I said this, I could hear the grunts and moans from the bedroom. I rushed to the door. Cindy followed and stopped me when I got to the front porch. She closed the door behind us.

"Are you okay Mr. Schuster?"

I took a couple of deep breaths before answering. The fresh air was helping.

"I think so. It's a lot to process."

"Would you have preferred I didn't show you? I thought I was helping with some of your guilt."

"I don't know. I do feel a bit of relief, but it still hurts even though I seemed to enjoy watching. I'm also trying to process what you did to me. I hope you're not trying too hard to make up for lost time."

"I'm not. I found a nice guy I've been seeing and it's been fun to experiment with him."

"That's good, I guess. I better get going."

"Okay, Mr. Schuster. I hope you feel better. Maybe this will help..."

Cindy burst back through the front door and I could hear her yell, "Hey Mom! I'm home early. Where are you?"

I quickly walked away laughing. That did help. I was laughing to myself most of the way home thinking about Carol and Samantha's reaction to Cindy bursting into the house while they secretly fucked each other. I also wondered what it was going to be like knowing about Carol's affair. I could probably have some fun with it.

It did hurt thinking about her cheating on me, but who the fuck was I to be upset? I made it home and tried to go back to what I had been doing previously so everything seemed in place when Carol got home, which I assumed would be soon.

Not five minutes later she came through the door. She had a sundress on, her hair was a little disheveled, and she was nearly panting.

"Hey honey. Are you okay? Why are you out of breath?"

"Oh, hey. I'm fine. I was just over at Samantha's and we had a lot of stuff to move."

"You should have called. I could have come down and helped. Why's your hair such a mess though?"

"Is it?" She put her hands to her head and realized how bad it was. "I don't know. It was a bit windy this morning at the event. I'm embarrassed. I didn't realize it was such a mess."

"Yeah, seems like Samantha would have let you know."

Carol had a dumbfounded look on her face not knowing how to answer. I decided to let her off the hook.

"Well you probably want to go clean up then. I'm just wrapping up the laundry."

She acknowledged and went upstairs. I gave her a little pat on the ass as she walked by, which made her jump. I smiled to myself as she left.

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Over the following week, often while I was walking BJ and on my own, I contemplated everything that's happened recently starting with my marriage. I now know Carol has been cheating on me with another woman, but I've also been cheating on her. This both upset me and gave me some perspective on things. I wasn't looking to call her out on it or blow up my marriage. I still loved her dearly and most things besides the sex was great. This is also assuming she felt the same and wasn't looking to eventually end things with me. I didn't feel as bad about what I've done with Jules and I might even consider coming clean about it thinking Carol and I were now even in the infidelity department.

Speaking of Jules, I hadn't seen any sign of her in over a month. Something must have upset her and I hoped she was okay. I regretted not staying with her. I worried she was upset with me leaving her like that, and that's why she's avoided me. I did miss her though. Her playfulness was refreshing and made me feel young again.

And speaking of young, there was Cindy. Partly innocent and naive, and partly sex craved and confident. This situation was now more complicated with Carol doing the mom and me the daughter. I didn't really think Cindy and I would have anything more than the first encounter. I figured she would go off and explore with guys her own age forgetting about me, but now she's got a sexual checklist for me to help her with. She's also someone I didn't tell Jules about so I kind of felt I was cheating on her, which is a whole other layer of weirdness.

As my mind wandered with these thoughts this particular night, I approached the park and the bridge. With the recent time change it was now light out during my evening walks. From a distance I could see a figure standing on the bridge leaning back against the railing. When they saw me, they started walking in my direction and we met halfway. It was Jules. She looked the same, but also different, like there was a weight lifted from her shoulders. She appeared to be happy to see me.

"Hey, how's your sex life?" she asked.

I smiled and laughed at that fateful question that started all of this nearly two months ago.

"Not great. Yours?"

Jules then came in for a hug. I reciprocated and we held each other tight for a moment before she said, "Greg, we need to talk."

Why did I feel this was about to end or get complicated?