“That’s better. I wish I could touch those right now and squeeze them in my hands. Mm, and to suck on your nipples, that would be heaven.” Scott’s words were a plea and a means to arouse.
I pictured an anonymous dark head on my body, unlike Scott’s, but with his full lips sucking on me. Rough hands, work-worn and strong grasping at me, pulling me closer to an unfamiliar body.
I thought the idea of Scott with the neighbor was about as erotic as I could get but then I thought of the man sucking on my tits while Scott watched from afar and my body exploded with wild pleasure.
I gasped loudly, letting Scott know I was coming, and he let himself go with me, moaning about shooting his load onto my beautiful pert tits.
When my breathing went back to normal and Scott had said goodnight and turned his laptop off I started to wonder about myself.
First I was fantasizing about the neighbor, even though I still didn’t know what color her eyes were, and then some anonymous man.
This hadn’t just been some fantasy man I thought up, it had been a total stranger, I didn’t even know his name.
And not knowing his name had been the hottest fucking part for me.
Just some random guy my brain had conjured up for me to fuck.
But I couldn’t do something like that, it would kill Scott.
Could I?
Dismissing the idea I rolled over in our huge lonely bed and punched the pillow into a shape I could throw my arm over.
That was somewhere I could only allow myself to go in my head. My loneliness was just going to have to suck it up. Cheating just wasn’t possible.
In the back of my mind a tiny voice goaded me however.
“It could be.” I told myself to shut up and go to sleep forcing myself to consider getting a dog instead.
Chapter Two
“Take it off!”
I heard the shout even with the windows closed and moved from the bed where I’d been working on a legal draft to see what was happening.
I looked out of the window to see quite a few cars pulled up into the neighbor’s driveway and a woman bouncing into the house without a top on.
This is an upscale neighborhood, we don’t have Toga parties or parties where kegs get tossed through windows, but we do have the occasional loud outburst, but nothing more than that.
The semi-naked lady across the lawn had surely raised a few eyebrows, including mine.
I knew what was happening the minute I saw the pert-breasted redhead bouncing into the house with white thigh-high stockings on.
“Oh! She’s doing it again!” I said with excitement as I raced down the stairs, put on some trainers, and walked to the fence in the backyard.
Listening at the solid wood gate that I couldn’t see over I couldn’t hear anything and hoped the neighbor hadn’t locked the other side.
I pushed on the gate and it quietly slid open and I smothered the urge to clap my hands and giggle.
I was in!
Now what?
I looked around and saw that the house was lit only by candles, from what I could tell through the windows, and that if I wanted to be a total loser I could sneak around without anyone knowing I was out here!
I decided I wanted to be a loser, I’m not proud of it but I had to know what was going on in there!
Over the last few days my brain had come up with scenarios that ranged from Bible Studies, with a side of demon exorcism straight back to sex parties.
Cautiously I moved over to the nearest window and peeked in what appeared to be her kitchen.
A man was smearing what looked to be chocolate mousse on a woman’s bare chest. The woman had short dark hair and some rather fine boobs but she wasn’t the neighbor.
I was tempted to stay as the man began licking up the confection but I wanted to see what else was happening.
This was definitely a sex party!
My pulse was racing double time, the twin excitement of spying, and watching a sex party, with the fear of getting caught at being a pervy peeping Tom was making my head spin but I couldn’t stop going from window to window.
It was like switching a television channel. A woman was blowing three men in the next window, both of her hands and her mouth full.
The next window was two women, in a 69 position, and the one riding the other ones face was really enjoying the attention she was getting. I stood there for a while, gaping in at the scene and feeling envy starting to grow.
I moved away finally, curious as to what the final window held, and reminded myself to close my mouth. But then it fell open again as I looked into the final window on this side of the house.
The room must have been the living room. A long couch and loveseat filled the middle of the room and a large flat screen TV hung on a wall opposite the furniture. A coffee table and end tables also filled the room and served as surfaces for people to sit on as the couch and loveseat were occupied with people in a variety of stages of sex.
Some were full on fucking; others were masturbating, while others were simply watching what was happening on the long black couch. That’s the area that snagged my interest, because that’s where the neighbor was.
And she was fully nude, taking part in something I’d heard about but never actually thought people did.
A man was under the woman, from her position I knew he had to be inside of her. The look on his face told me that as well, pure erotic pleasure.
It was the man behind her, thrusting a rather impressive cock into the woman’s body that had my mouth gaping open again.
Both men were fucking her! And from her expression she must have been loving it.
I shifted around; hoping to see exactly what part of her was getting fucked her but it I couldn’t see for sure.
Whether they were both in her pussy or one was in her ass didn’t really matter for me because this woman with her beautiful body, her incredible face, and those gorgeous dark rose tipped breasts, was enjoying something I thought could never truly be enjoyed by a woman.
Two men were fucking her and her hips bucked and writhed as though she were having the time of her life.
Although I was closer I still couldn’t tell what color her eyes, she had them shut. I pushed my face closer to the window, but still kept myself hidden in the shadows. Hopefully the slant of the curtain kept me hidden as well.
My hands reached up to the window sill and I stood on tiptoe, watching as the man underneath the woman grasped at her nipples, making her moan loud enough I heard it through the glass.
The people inside of the room also groaned or moaned as they watched the trio on the couch.
One man started to come all over the woman kneeling in front of him, splashes of white cream landing on her chin and chest.
I looked away from that scene, back to my neighbor in time to see one of the men from the loveseat was now feeding her is cock.
She sucked hungrily on the cock, her face enraptured as she was reamed by the man behind her.
Bracing herself on her fists she was a willing vessel as the man in front of her pulled out of her mouth, spraying her shoulders and neck with his load.
The man behind her stopped his grinding motion and gave one last hard pump as is face went slack. I knew he was coming too.
The neighbor woman had started to moan loudly by now and her body shook as the man behind her pulled out his condom covered dick.
The man underneath her also started moaning as she shifted, her pussy obviously getting a pounding from him now that he could move.
The man soon came, his cries filling the air as she urged him on, begging him for more, her blond hair a curtain down her back.
They both stood up after a moment and I could see this man also had a condom on. At least they were sensible about it, I said to myself. But then I became still as shock bolted through me.
The neighbor woman was looking directly at me and she moved towards the window, a huge grin on her face.
I stared up into
her light green eyes, wanting to run but somehow unable to move.
The woman lifted a finger to her mouth before moving it away to mouth the word “later” down at me. Then she reached up and closed the curtains.
I was finally able to flee and ran back to my house, up to my room, and stared out of the window, wondering what the consequences were going to be.
Chapter Three
“Oh fudge!” I said as I looked out of the curtain over my front door to see the neighbor there, smiling and waving.
I plastered a fake smile on my face and opened the door.
Inside I was cringing, embarrassed and ashamed at being caught so blatantly spying on the woman.
“Hello, won’t you come in?” I asked pleasantly as if the woman hadn’t caught me gaping at her while she was being fucked by two, well three men if you counted the one fucking her mouth.
I smothered the urge to laugh hysterically down and led her into the living room.
“I just made a pot of coffee if you’d like a cup?” I offered, hoping to delay this conversation a little.
“Yes please, thank you. I’m Stacy, your neighbor.” She said, holding out her hand.
I took the proffered hand and clasped it gently. Scott asked as he stared out of our kitchen window later that evening.
“Ana.” I replied. “My husband Scott is away this week so it’s just me today.”
“That must be rough for you, spending so much time alone.” She said as if she’d already figured out Scott was away a lot. Perhaps she had, I said to myself.
I excused myself with a polite smile and went in to pour two cups of coffee and bring out cream and sugar on a tray.
“I guess you’re wondering why I’m here?” Stacy asked, almost shyly.
The shyness confused me, but okay, I thought.
“Well, no, you caught me staring into your window; I imagine I have a very good idea of why you’re here and I really do apologize.” I responded finally, my cheeks twin flames on my face.
“Apologize?” She asked, flipping her blond her back over her shoulder to reveal the beautiful top to the dark blue dress she wore.
For once it wasn’t overly tight or revealing, a sort of misshapen piece that she still managed to rock and look sexy in.
The top was a scoop neck and revealed nothing but her collar bones. She even has beautiful collar bones! This woman was unbelievable!
“Yes, apologize. It must have been appalling for you to see me standing there like a common pervert.” I whispered the last part, totally ashamed of myself.
“But I came to apologize to you!” Stacy said as she wrapped her hands around the mug she’d poured a little cream into before taking a sip. “To see something like that! You poor thing. And then for me to just walk up to you like it was nothing. What you must think of me.”
She let her hair fall around her face again, hiding behind the curtain of her golden locks. I managed to wrangle up some bravery and pushed the hair away from her face.
“So you came to apologize to me and I think I should apologize to you?” I asked, trying to hide a smile.
“Yes.” She said, still trying to hide her face by looking away.
“You think I’m some kind of goody two-shoes housewife who’s never had a dirty thought in her head before don’t you?” I asked, starting to understand.
“Well, yes, look at where we live. It’s one of the reasons I moved out here, to get into a more rational kind of life. Admittedly, I’ve brought plenty of my real life with me, but yeah, I came here for the suburban lifestyle.” Stacy said, looking at me with shame in her eyes.
“Oh honey, haven’t you heard about us suburban housewives? We can be the raunchiest things around. But, I’m a paralegal, not a housewife.” I laughed as realization dawned on her.
“So you don’t think I’m a flaming whore out to steal your husband and you’re not plotting to run me out of the area?” She asked hopefully.
“Oh, you’re a big ole whore.” I said in a totally serious voice but with a reassuring grin. “But I like that about you. I think you can probably teach me a thing or two.”
“Oh my god, you’re teasing me aren’t you? That is so awesome!” Her face had fallen at first as I spoke but then it broke out in a grin that made her face absolutely shine.
“Honey, this place needs shaking up, especially my house. And believe me; you’ve done that without even trying already.” I said, thinking of my own fantasies about her.
“You’re joking? I saw that kiss you and your husband shared a few weeks back on the porch! That was so hot, sweet and hot, and oh so romantic!” She gushed.
I did a bit more blushing and picked up my own coffee, delaying my answer by taking a sip. “Scott is pretty damned hot, isn’t he?”
“You are so lucky! That man is gorgeous! It must suck that he’s away so often though. What does he do?”
I explained about Scott’s job and how we never knew how long he was going to be home. We planned on him doing this or another two years, then we’d have the house paid off and he could get a desk job.
“Wow, two more years of this. That is rough. But, I’ll be around if you get lonely. I’d love to chill with you.” She said with a sweet smile.
I don’t think I’ve ever “chilled with” anyone before. I was far too serious in school, then Scott and I married, work came along, and well, fuck me, I just realized I have no friends and I barely ever see my family.
No wonder I’m lonely!
“Yeah, I think I’d like that.” I said back, just as sweetly. I’d just made a friend.
The sexy neighbor next door friend, but still a friend.
I should probably worry that my husband found her gorgeous and she found him gorgeous but just to make it freaky, I thought she was gorgeous as well. This was going to be weird but I looked forward to what the future held now. Maybe nothing but who knows?
Chapter Four
Over the next week Stacy and I spoke more often in the evenings and we learned that, even though she liked having sex parties, we were really quite alike.
We had the same taste in music, reading material, and we both liked the same kind of movies. We were planning “dates” to go out to restaurant’s Scott and I never seemed to quite make it too, to see movies, and to go to events around the city that were coming up during the holidays.
I learned that Stacy was Nashville and decided to move here to get into a different pace of life. I still didn’t know exactly what she did for a living other than she’d inherited some money from her dead grandmother.
I don’t know if that was a fib she told to prevent further questions or if it was the truth but she wasn’t poor, that’s for sure.
She wore designer labels and was always expensively groomed. She started taking me with her to the salon she went to and I soon had a new look of my own.
I didn’t feel guilty for the money I spent, Scott and I could afford it, and he really liked the new version of my pubic hair.
Before I’d been too shy to go get a waxing done but one of the things Stacy insisted she introduce me to was the half-Brazilian bikini wax at her salon.
“You’ve never quite had sex until you’ve had sex without any pubic hair in your way, believe me, it’s like heaven! They just slide right in there!” Stacy promised me with a grin.
I loved our relationship!
I looked down at myself in the mirror now and saw that all of the hair was gone down below, only the patch at the top remaining.
I have to say, I enjoy running my fingers through it as I wait for Scott each night and pulling on it slightly gave me a thrill. I couldn’t wait for him to get home.
Who knew it would take a waxing for me to learn to enjoy my pubic hair?
Scott was in a late meeting and had already told me that he wouldn’t be back until well after I normally fell asleep so Stacy was coming over tonight to watch some movies with me.
Apparently she wasn’t going out tonight so she’d off
ered to spend the evening with me to keep me company.
She was soon letting herself in, an expensive bottle of wine in her hand as she grinned at me.
“You ready for some bad 80s horror flicks?” She asked.
“You know it, darling, let me get some glasses and the snacks.” I said, popping off of the couch to retrieve the tray.
I placed a tray of vegetables, dips, and salsa on the table along with some tortilla chip while she loaded the first movie.
We watched the first movie, Stacy leaning up beside me as we made fun of the camp leaders running into demented killers at summer camp.
“Did you ever go to camp?” She asked me during a break between movies.
“No, I was a poor kid; my version of camp was putting a tent up in my grandparents backyard. Did you?” I asked, scrolling through movies on my television with the remote.
I felt her hand against my bare thigh, my bare waxed thigh, and stopped scrolling for a moment.
My breath caught in my throat, wondering what she was going to do next but she sat up and looked at me.
“I’m having another party this weekend, would you like to come? You aren’t obligated and everyone has to be safe if they aren’t having “relations” with their partner, meaning a condom must always be worn, but you could just come and watch if you wanted to.” Stacy asked. Her words rushed out as if she was afraid to ask but really wanted to.
“Oh, I don’t know Stacy. Scott won’t be here and I wouldn’t want to go without him.” I deflected.
I was desperate to go to one but I had made a promise, a vow in fact.
I just couldn’t go without Scott there.
“I understand.” She said with a smile, moving down to lay in my lap. “Maybe soon then?”
“Perhaps so. He may even be home this weekend. We’ll see how it goes.”
“Hm, what if I hide you in a closet? That would be so much fun!” Stacy said.
I just looked over at her but I have to admit. The idea appealed to me.
The idea had merit however.
Stacy grinned at me and we went back to watching the movie. Well, she did, I couldn’t stop thinking about how close her head was to my pussy.
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