The guy was married to a nice lady that always had a glass of iced tea for me whenever I needed a drink. They were both in their late 50's early 60's I was pretty sure. They had a nice house and they both always dressed nicely even for being the weekend. She always wore a skirt, blouse and heels. He always wore a nice pair of slacks and a button down shirt.
One weekend I was to go over to their house to cut the lawn but my dad had to go to work and couldn't take me over to their house. I called the guy and he said he would come and get me if that was okay? My parents never questioned it and Bob picked me up a short time later.
On the way to his house Bob started asking me if I had a girlfriend and a lot of personal questions. He wanted to know if I had sex yet with anyone or did I just masturbate? I know I didn't have a girlfriend at the time and I don't remember what my response was to masturbation.
We get to the house and JoAnn greets me with a hug and a glass of iced tea. She smells nice and is dressed up a bit more than usual. Her makeup is on with red lipstick that most women wore back in the day. As she turns to go back to the house her heels make that clicking sound on the sidewalk and I find myself watching her walk away as I take a drink of the iced tea.
I am half way done as the mower runs out of gas. I decide to get a drink of the iced tea as I go get the can of gas to refill the mower. The ice has melted and I go inside to ask for more ice from JoAnn. I walk through the kitchen and living area and I don't see anyone. Suddenly I hear Joann's muffled voice from below, and it sounds like she is mad with her husband. Her voice is rather loud and terse with him.
I walk to the door in the kitchen that leads to the basement and open it just enough for me to hear JoAnn much clearer. She is asking her husband if he likes it and I can only hear a muffled sound that makes no sense to what he is saying to her. I hear a slap-slap-slap sound and a muffled sound again. I know I should go but I can't, I'm so curious what's going on I find myself slowly opening the basement door.
JoAnn is continuously talking to her husband in a bossy way and I have the urge to laugh. I hear the slap-slap-slap and it sound like he is moaning. I am about half way down the steps when I hear JoAnn tell her husband she is going to leave him be until he can behave himself. I turn quickly and catch my foot on the step as I make my way back up to the kitchen.
I go outside and my heart is pounding. I find the gas can and refill the mower just as JoAnn walks out the side door of the house with a fresh glass of ice tea. She hands me the glass and seems to be staring right through me as she smiles with those red lips. As I take a sip of the drink JoAnn asks me if I saw anything and I stammered no that I hadn't seen anything. She proceeds to tell me her husband is being punished and that she will be taking me home when I'm done with the lawn, I just have to come downstairs and get her when I'm ready to leave.
She turns and walks back into the house and I'm looking at every step she takes in those heels. Just as Joann reaches for the handle of the door she turns and sees me looking at her. She doesn't smile at me now, just looks at me for a moment or two and walks inside the house a moment later.
I finish the lawn about an hour later and I go inside the house. The door to the basement is open this time and JoAnn is downstairs speaking with that same tone of voice. I slowly make my way down the steps trying to be quiet as possible. At the bottom I peek around the corner to see JoAnn and Bob across the tiled room. Bob is standing against the wall naked and his wrists are tied above his head. JoAnn is standing in front of her husband with a riding crop and she is swatting at his flaccid cock. He is groaning as she belittles him feverishly for not getting hard for her.
I don't know how long I stood there watching, but suddenly JoAnn seemed to be distracted. She fell silent and then looked towards a window to one side of the room. She turned quickly and looked in my direction. I ducked back but I heard the clicking of her heels on the tile floor coming my way. Even before she reached me I knew I had been caught and I was terrified what her reaction would be.
She looked down at me for a moment and asked me if I was ready to go home or not? I said I was ready to go home if that was okay with her. JoAnn said nothing, just stared through me again for a moment. She finally spoke and told me to go wait by the car she would be out in a minute. As I went up the stairs I heard her heels on the tile walking back towards her husband. At the top I heard her tell Bob to be a good boy that she would be back in a little while.
JoAnn took me home but we didn't talk very much. Actually I wanted to ask her about the things I saw but I didn't know if I should or not. For the rest of the summer my dad was able to take me over to their house and I never said a word to my parents on what I had seen. JoAnn and Bob put their house up for sale that fall and I never saw them again.