0 comments/ 38822 views/ 3 favorites Watching The Neighbor By: Shadow12 Mandy walked over to where she had set down her soda, wiped the sweat from her eyes, and guzzled down the last of the can. She was tired, hot and sweaty, but she finally felt some sense of accomplishment. She had promised herself for three years that she was going to get up here and get this room done, or at least started. Mandy lived in an affluent section of town, where she had raised her two children by herself. The houses were pretty much all old and built from brick, and most were way too large for the small lots they were built on years ago. The trees had grown huge over the years, so even with the small lots, they felt almost secluded, with lots of privacy. Mandy’s garage had a second floor that had never been finished, and she had always dreamed of building a studio above it to practice her love of painting. Now, with her daughter joining her son away at college, she finally had the time to get it started. She had spent the entire Saturday at it, and decided it was time to knock off for the day and fix her self a well-deserved dinner. She placed the last of the dishes in the dishwasher and was headed off to plop in front of the television, when she realized she had left today’s mail above the garage. She had grabbed it on the way back from a soda run earlier in the day and had left it on some boxes stacked in the corner of the room she was excited to had started. Fighting the urge to just leave it for the next day, she headed into the garage and up the steps. She hit the light switch at the top of the steps and nothing happened. “Shit”, she mumbled to herself, the stupid breaker must have tripped again. She made a mental note to call an electrician on Monday and carefully stepped herself across the room in the dark. She grabbed the mail, then stepped over to shut the window. It had taken everything she had in her to get it open that morning. The thing probably hadn’t been opened in at least fifty years. She stepped up to the window to grab the sash and froze. Bill and Andrea Elkhart had lived next door to her for almost five years. They were both a good ten years younger than Mandy, and had no children. Having become pretty good friends the last couple years, Mandy knew they were childless, because they couldn’t have children. Andrea had told her that after several years of trying, they had given up and had both poured their energy into their careers. Bill had built a very successful insurance business, while Andrea ran a large office downtown. What Mandy had not known, was that her garage loft-to-be had a window a scant fifteen feet away from Bill and Andrea’s master bedroom window. What Bill and Andrea didn’t know was that the upper garage they had always known was deserted, was being occupied at that moment, by Mandy. Mandy simply stared. Andrea was standing upright in the middle of the room, very naked. Her wrists were somehow attached to ropes that were attached to the ceiling, holding her arms apart, and high in the air. Her ankles were also cuffed, and attached to the floor with some kind of short tethers, her legs spread apart almost even with her shoulders. Bill also appeared to be naked, but was standing behind her. He seemed to be whispering in Andrea’s ear, and he had something in his right hand. He circled around in front of his wife, and Mandy then found out that he was also, very naked. She knew he was in good shape, but hadn’t realized that his body was built so well. His muscles were fairly large, and well defined, but what really caught her eye, was the half-hard cock that hung down from between his legs. It wasn’t really hard, but still looked long and very thick. The thing in his hand looked like some kind of short riding crop. The kind the jockey’s use when they race horses. He was tracing the end of it up and down and across her bare skin and saying things to her that Mandy couldn’t hear. When he circled behind her again, his hand came halfway up and he snapped the crop, the ends of it cracking against Andrea’s bare ass. Mandy couldn’t hear the snap. But she could see the reaction on Andrea’s face and knew that she had been hit fairly hard. He snapped the crop across her ass one more time, before circling in front of her and flicking his wrists sideways to bring the tethers across his wife’s breasts. Again, she could see, rather than hear the snap, simply by watching Andrea’s face. Her initial reaction was to run next door to help her friend out, or to simply call the police, but Andrea wasn’t reacting the way a person would react if someone were hurting them. It looked like Bill was hitting her fairly hard with the crop, but Andrea wasn’t crying out, and it didn’t look like she was screaming for help. Bill stopped behind her and pressed against her, leaning his face down and kissing her neck. He reached around her and ran the handle of the crop down her tummy. As he slid the handle between Andrea’s legs, she turned her own head and tried to find his mouth with hers. She could see Bill slip his tongue into Andrea’s mouth and could tell by the way her cheeks hollowed, that Andrea was sucking wildly on it. Meanwhile, he was rubbing her pussy with the crop handle, and Andrea appeared to try and press her hips harder against it. Mandy watched open mouthed, and could feel the heat rising in her groin. When Andrea started to buck a little harder against the leather crop, Bill backed away and moved over to the wall. He turned some kind of handle, and Mandy could see the ropes to Andrea’s arms slacken. Andrea dropped to her knees, and Bill somehow locked the handle, leaving Andrea on her knees, yet with her arms still raised high above her head. He re-approached his wife, stopping a foot or so in front of her. He stared down at her and took his cock, way harder now, into his hand and started to caress and stroke it. Mandy stared almost hypnotized. It had been a long time since she had even seen a man’s cock, and she didn’t think she had ever saw one so beautiful. Andrea watched her husband jack off in front of her with her mouth hanging open. Mandy could see the expression of lust in her face and could also see the woman’s chest rise and fall as she breathed hard and heavy. Bill’s cock was rock hard now, and he stroked it slow with his right fist, mouthing words to Andrea that Mandy couldn’t hear. Watching Bill masturbate, Mandy realized for the first time that she was getting very excited and very wet. Knowing she was alone and unseen, she slipped her hand down her loose sweats and touched herself. Oh yea, wet wasn’t even the word. Mandy was soaked, and within seconds she was masturbating right along with her good friends husband. Her finger rubbed up and down her clit, as her eyes took in the scene across in the other window. Bill stepped up to his restrained wife and started to rub his large cock head across Andrea’s face. He slapped it back and forth across her face and Mandy could see Andrea open her mouth with hunger. He finally let her take it into her hungry mouth, grabbing her hair in his left hand. Watching Andrea suck the thick cock was about all Mandy could take. As Bill roughly fucked his wife’s mouth, Mandy rubbed her clit harder and faster. Leaning against the wall with one arm, Mandy pushed a finger inside herself and came hard. She could feel her hand get drenched and at about the same time, her legs started to give out, and she fought the urge to just collapse on the floor. As her orgasm subsided, she felt a rush of guilt and quickly headed downstairs and back into her house. Watching the Neighbor Part of me felt guilty, but not the part between my legs, because while I watched what was going on over at my next door neighbor's pool, my cock was as hard as a rock. Peeking through the blinds toward next door often proved to be an interesting sight, especially when one of the two residents was away. You see Dave Madden and his wife Marci had a rather open-minded view of marriage, and I suspect that they knew that their spouses were not faithful. It wasn't like they were flaunting their promiscuity, and I suspect that nobody outside of me knew how they were. The only reason I knew was because we have a bedroom that looks right down on their pool and deck. From that vantage point I've seen Marci, a plump but curvy redhead in her mid 40's, cavorting with many guys, sucking and even fucking away by their pool. Marci wasn't particular, since I'd seen guys of all shapes and hues over there. The only qualification seemed to be that they be young. Marci liked them to be barely legal. In that respect she had something in common with her husband because he likes them young too. Young males. I was a bit shocked that first time when I saw him going down on a guy, since he seemed to be someone I had pegged as straight, but he had shown over the years that he was very open-minded, even though he had far fewer guests than his wife did. That was okay with me, because like Dave, I've been living a kind of double life myself. It is possible to have a great wife with a wonderful life yet still yearn for the taste of a cock in your mouth. Not easy, but possible. So I lived somewhat vicariously through my neighbor, and when I would stop home during the day for some reason, I would invariably peek over to see if Dave was entertaining someone, and he was today. Dave was on his knees a couple of feet from his in-ground pool, wearing a bathing suit that had slipped down to expose some of his ass crack. At 50, Dave wasn't as trim as he used to be, with his 5'8" frame packing on about 20 pounds too much, and he had more hair on his back than he did on his head, but he wasn't all that bad looking in a Paul Giamatti way. Dave was on his knees in front of a young fellow who was in very good shape, without an extra ounce on his 6' frame, and the skateboarding kid had his swim trucks down around his ankles while Dave sucked his cock. The kid didn't look 18, but he was, and as I matter of fact had just graduated from high school last month and was going off to college in the fall. He likes to skateboard and is a computer whiz, and while I know he had had several girlfriends I had suspected that he might be bi-sexual. Seeing him with his cock down the throat of Dave Madden only confirmed my suspicions. How do I know all this about this kid? That's simple. He's my son. You might find this odd, that a father would stand there and not do something when he saw his son being fellated by his next door neighbor, but it was clear that what was going on was completely consensual. My son Eric is 18 and is a responsible guy, especially for his age, so I was alright with this. As for Dave, good for him too. If I could have some young dude like Eric in front of me at my age, I'd be gobbling his tool just like Dave was down there. The only thing that had shocked me, to be honest, was seeing Eric with an erection. My view had been blocked by Dave's head originally, but when Eric stepped back to get his trunks off of his ankles, I saw his stiff manhood waving around for a few seconds before Dave swooped back down on it. "Where did Eric get that from?" I wondered aloud, since it certainly wasn't a physical trait he got from me, because my dick is very average at best, and if I had to guess from that brief glance, Eric's cock had to be at least 8" long. My neighbor Dave knew what to do with it though, because he was taking all of it down his throat while his hands grabbed my kid's ass to keep him close, and he kept at it until Eric pulled him off of it. They were talking about something, and for a minute I feared that they would be going inside, but Dave was only going to get something from the patio table. I chuckled when I saw Dave waddling around with his boner bouncing in front of him. There aren't many guys that make me look well hung, but Dave was one of them, and when he walked over to my son it looked like Eric's cock was twice as long. Dave handed my son a couple of things, one of them a tube of what seemed to be lube. The other thing was a condom, and as Dave went over to the chaise lounge and knelt down with his round butt high in the air, my son slipped on the condom, rolling the sheath down his long slender prong before going over to Dave. I suspect this wasn't the first time they had done this, since they had the logistics down cold, and after Eric had greased Dave's anus he bent his knees and brought his manhood to Dave's orifice. I couldn't see the penetration but had a clear view of my neighbor's face, so I could read by his facial contortions when my son's cock entered him and slowly impaled him to the hilt. Eric started slowly, moving his cock in and out a few times slowly before settling into a steady rhythm. My son was clearly in control, his hands holding Dave's fleshy hips as his tempo increased, and Dave was making those crazy faces we all make during sex while he held onto the chair cushions for support. Eric was like a machine, thrusting away under the broiling sun for what seemed like forever until he suddenly pulled out and said something to Dave. Dave scrambled around to a sitting position, about as fast as a portly guy can go, while Eric pulled his condom off his cock and held his cock hard at the base. For a moment I thought this was going to be some kind of porno movie type move, with Eric cumming on Dave's face, but while a little spurt landed on Dave's face as he moved close, my neighbor was leaning forward and moving his lips down the cock to swallow Eric's load, and my son cradled Dave's head while he came, with his own face providing all the evidence that it was happening. Dave kept sucking away for a while until he finally let go of Eric's now-flaccid tube, and then my neighbor fell back onto the chaise lounge the way the furniture was designed to be used. My son wiped the semen off of Dave's face and then knelt beside him, running his fingers through my neighbor's hairy chest before sliding his hand down and taking Dave's erect dick between his thumb and index finger. It was a really erotic sight to me, seeing Eric squirting lube onto the modest little stalk barely sticking out of the forest of pubic hair that surrounded it, talking casually to Dave as he stroked his dick slowly, not caring that the middle-aged man was as far from his equal physically in any way. It lasted for a long time, with neither of them in a hurry. Dave, thoroughly relaxed as they chatted, watching Eric's greased fingers sliding up and down his dick, and Eric even bent down and slipped his lips up and down his stem a couple of times, but this was primarily a hand job done with a lot of affection. When Dave finally came, spurting a prodigious load of seed up into the air and back down all over himself, I was sad, because it was really a beautiful sight. They went inside right after that, and I figured that I should get on back to work. I cleaned up the mess I had made - certainly watching such an a event left me no choice but to pleasure myself, twice - and hustled out of the house and back to work, glad that I had played a little hooky that afternoon. ... A couple of months later I happened to be outside when my neighbor Dave was out my his pool, closing it up for the winter, and we engaged in some idle chit-chat. Since seeing him with my son that day I had started looking at him in a different way, and was starting to think that maybe he wasn't just a swinger-type guy but a man stuck in a marriage that wasn't so good, and was just lonely. "I miss Eric," Dave said as he looked at the work he had to do. "This will be the first time that he hasn't been around to do this, and I'm starting to think that I was underpaying him." Eric had gone off to college a couple of weeks earlier after having been working a little at the neighbor's for a few bucks every summer, so I suggested that if he wanted to send him some back pay he could use it. "I should do that. He's a good boy." "I know," I replied, and then for some reason I added, "I saw him. You and him." Dave stopped in his tracks at that, freezing while looking at me, and after he saw I wasn't going to vault the fence and attack him he took a deep breath. "Don't know what to say," Dave finally said. "Nothing to say." "Kinda surprised that you're so calm about it," Dave said, taking a step closer to the fence. "Never had kids myself, but I don't know how I would have taken it." "You both seemed to be very willing, and Eric's a man now." "You can say that again," Dave said, chuckling a little bit. "When did you see us?" "I guess that means it wasn't a one-time thing," I said, and Dave shrugged. "Early August." "Hope this won't affect the way - you know - we've always gotten along great as neighbors." "Like I said, I'm fine with it. If my wife had seen you with Eric, that might have been a little different," I admitted. "As for me, I thought it was very erotic." "You did?" Dave said. "I must have, because I sat up there and watched you two for what had to be a half hour," I said, motioning up to the window where I had been watching from. "I'm not saying that I enjoyed it as much as you did, but it was good for me too, if you know what I mean." "Gee," Dave sighed. "So I obviously wasn't mad or offended," I added. "Jealous maybe, but I don't know which one of you I was jealous of." "You?" Dave said softly. "I didn't have any idea." "Live and learn," I said with a shrug. "If I had known, I..." "I'm not anything like Eric," I said, adding, "In any way." "Who is?" Dave said. "If you were watching me that long you know that I'm not either. All my shortcomings are very evident." "You looked fine to me." The two of us, middle-aged lonely and living at least partial lies, stood across from each other at the fence, and it was Dave who finally broke the silence. "Sometime if you aren't doing anything, if you want to come over. You know, have a couple of..." "When?" I asked. "You busy now?" Dave asked timidly, and I shocked us both when I put my hand on top of the fence and vaulted over. It wasn't a graceful leap, but the fact that I had attempted it was just as surprising as the fact that I made it unscathed, and as Dave steadied me after the slightly awkward landing we both laughed. "I could help you close the pool up," I said as I looked at the chemicals and equipment. "Maybe later," Dave said as he put his arm around me and led me into his house. "Let's have a cocktail first." ... thank you for reading Watching the Neighbors. My wife and I live in a small town where the neighborhood is old Victorian homes. When we moved here twenty years ago , we were the youngest couple on the block. Over the years we have become the oldest. At forty eight and forty two respectively, we are certainly not old. My wife and I are not swingers and as far as I know we have never been unfaithful to one another. We were married twenty two years ago, I had several girl friends with whom I had sex and my wife had sex with only two other men. We are not prudes and over the years we have done just about everything two people can do sexually. We love all forms of sex, toys, and porn movies. We have had all kinds of fantasies which we have played out in our home. I am 6’2”, 185 lbs., blond with blue eyes. My wife is 5’9”, black hair and green eyes. She is 38D-24-36 and 135 lbs. Our story starts about a week after Christmas, three years ago. We were putting away Christmas decorations and I was in the attic. I happen to notice that from the third floor attic, I could see into my neighbors living room. This was not possible from the first or second floor as they had wooden shutters covering the lower half of the windows. I then caught movement to the right and realized that I could see the upper half of their bathroom as well. This window also had half shutters. I could see Heather, my neighbor coming out of the shower. Her long curly red hair was in wet ringlets and as she dried herself I could see the tops of her breasts. The damn shutters were just too high to see any more. Standing there hoping to get a glimpse of nipple I realized that the attic lights were probably framing my outline in the window. I went to the switch and shut off the lights. When I got back to the window the bathroom was dark. I was cursing my lack of composure and realized that I had a raging hard on. I sat there in the dark forming a plan for future observations. I looked down into the living room and saw Perry, her husband, sitting on the couch apparently watching TV. Heather appeared and sat down beside him. She was wearing what looked like one of his long blue shirts. When she sat down the shirt rode up exposing all of her legs and the tails covered her crotch. I thought that if she just moved one way or the other I was going to see if she was wearing panties. A few minutes later Heather laid her head back on the top of the couch.. Perry leaned over and started to kiss her face. His left hand was going inside her shirt and I could tell that he was playing with her nipple. My hard on was coming back. Next he opened the next two buttons and was now massaging both of her tits. All of a sudden both of her tits came into view and Perry continued to maul them. Perry leaned over and sucked her nipple into his mouth while squeezing the other. Heather’s feet came off the floor and rested on the edge of the coffee table. Perry’s hand left her breast and moved down her belly until it rested on her thigh. He started to massage her thigh just inches below where I wanted to see. Heather’s legs parted and I saw that she had no panties on. Perry’s hand slid up and covered her mound. I ran through the dark attic banging into things finally getting to the stairs leading down to our bedroom. I called out to Gayle, my wife to come to the attic and bring the binoculars. Gayle came running up the steps. “Where are you and why are you in the dark?” she asked. I told her to be careful and to come over to the window. She made her way over to me and asked, “What are you doing?” I said, “It’s not what I’m doing, it’s Heather and Perry.” Gayle looked down and I heard her gasp, “Oh my God!” Perry now had two fingers in his wife’s cunt and was finger fucking her hard. Heather’s small tits were heaving as she approached orgasm. Heather bucked against Perry’s hand and then she came. Her mouth was open and her nipples were hard as rocks. Heather sunk back into the couch as Perry withdrew his sticky fingers from her hot pussy and licked them off. My wife was breathing hard and said, “That was wonderful.“ Perry was kissing her and her legs were still parted. Through the binoculars I could she her thick triangle of red bush and the puffy lips of her cunt wet with her pussy juice. Gayle took the binoculars from me as Heather’s hand took hold of Perry’s cock. She pulled it through the fly of his boxers and started stroking it. Gayle gasped, “It’s twice as thick as yours!” I could see that his cock did not appear as long as mine, but Gayle was right, it was at least twice as thick. I pulled down my sweatpants and pulled Gayle over to my stiff 8” cock and pushed up her robe. She guided her hot pussy down on my dick and sank to the root. Heather was now sucking Perry’s cock. They were married for about six years and she seemed to have knack of how to deep throat him. She slowly and methodically swallowed his meat to the pubic hair. My own cock seemed to grow even more inside Gayle’s pussy. Gayle breathed, “I bet she stops and fucks him.” I said , “You’re on, I bet she swallows.” Gayle was now fucking to the same rhythm as Heather’s sucking. I said, “If I’m right you swallow.” Gayle returned, “If I’m right you suck your cum out of me.” “Deal.” I answered. I was beginning to worry because Heather showed no sign of stopping her cock sucking and I didn’t know if I could hold of in time to find out. As Gayle’s pussy milked my cock, I tried thinking of anything but what I was doing to hold off. Then Perry put both of his hands on the back of Heather’s head and started buck up against her lips. The spasms took over and we watched as Heather sank his cock down her throat and swallowed all of his hot juice. “I’m close!” I cried. True to her bet Gayle got up off my cock and knelt down and took the head of my cock in her mouth as I erupted across her tongue and into her throat. “MMMMMM.” she moaned, “That was delicious.” I pulled her up and sank my tongue into her mouth tasting my cum on her tongue. That night Gayle and I fucked twice. Gayle asked, “Is that the first time you’ve seen anything like that?” I answered, “Yes, I’ve seen Heather sunbathing in the back yard in that tiny purple bikini, but nothing like we witnessed tonight.” Gayle asked, “Does that little redhead turn you on?” I replied, “I always thought she had a sexy ass, but after tonight I have to saw yes.” “What about Perry?” I queried. “I never thought of him like that, but his cock is so thick.” Gayle just let her thought trail off. I said to Gayle, “I wonder how long we’ll have to wait for another show?” “Only time will tell, Darling.” was her response. Watching The Neighbours DISCLAIMER: No, this story is not real. Hell, it might not even sound realistic. The people are real (although the names have been changed), but that's about it. I'm not big on build-up or character development, so if that's what you're looking for, prepare to be disappointed. I hope you enjoy it, but if you don't I probably won't lose any sleep over it... *************************** I was sitting at home alone one night when I got a phone call from a friend of mine. As we chatted, I wandered throughout the upper floor of my townhouse from one room to the next. As I stood in one of the spare bedrooms, I looked down into the living room of the people who lived in the unit across from mine. It was dark out and, although their blinds were closed, they were tilted up so that anyone in an elevated position such as mine could see clearly into the room. The neighbours, David and Hayley, were a newly married couple, probably around 30 years of age. David was a relatively attractive guy that seemed to keep himself in good shape. Hayley was a stunning beauty with an amazing body. She had long, dark hair and a curvy yet small frame. I had only met Hayley once or twice, but I had fantasized about her regularly. I looked down into their living room, seeing them sitting on the couch in front of the fire, each of them with a glass of wine in their hand. The light in the room I was in was off, so it was highly unlikely that they would see me. As I finished my phone conversation, I saw David and Hayley lean towards each other and begin to kiss. I hung up the phone and stood at the edge of the window, peering into my neighbours' home in the hopes that I would be treated to a bit of a show. They started to grope each other as they kissed, and it wasn't long before they started taking off each other's clothes. As soon as Hayley's perfect breasts came into view I pulled out my cock and started to stroke it. David was the first one to be completely naked, exposing his average-sized cock and shaved balls. Hayley was close behind, and I started to drool as I saw her partially-shaved pussy with the small strip of hair above it. David pushed her back so she was lying against the arm of the couch, then spread her legs and leaned in to eat her pussy. I watched as Hayley writhed in ecstasy, using one hand to pull David's face in deeper while she used the other hand to squeeze her gorgeous tits. Her mouth was hanging wide open, and I found myself wishing that I was in the room with them so I could fill it with my cock, or at least hear the sounds that were coming out of it. Within a couple of minutes she had pushed him away and was now kneeling down in front of him, on the floor. She grabbed his cock and rubbed up and down the length of it a few times before taking it into her mouth. She was a very talented cocksucker, giving a performance worthy of any porn film I had ever seen. At one point she stopped for a few minutes, wrapping her tits around his cock and using them to fuck it up and down, licking the head from time to time. Just watching this action from my house had me ready to cum, so I can only imagine how much control David would have had in order to keep going. Hayley continued sucking him off, and I started stroking myself even faster. As I continued to watch, David stood up off the couch and pulled Hayley to her feet, then took her over to the fireplace. He bent her over the mantel, then pushed his cock into her from behind and started to fuck her. Her perfect tits swung back and forth in time with each thrust. He fucked her like that for several minutes, and I'm pretty sure she came before she pushed him out. She guided him back to the couch, pushed him back onto it, and then climbed onto his lap, taking his cock up her pussy. As she rode him, he grabbed at her tits and sucked her nipples. She came at least twice in that position, something I could tell clearly by the look on her face and her body language. After what appeared to be her third orgasm, he pushed her off of him rather quickly. She dropped to her knees in front of him and grabbed her tits, squeezing them together as he stroked his cock furiously. I was barely able to make out the cum as it shot from the end of David's cock onto Hayley's breasts. Upon seeing this I came instantly, shooting my load onto the window in front of me. I continued to watch for a minute as Hayley got up and left the room presumably to get cleaned up, then David got up, gathering their clothes and turning off the light. When I bump into Hayley now, it's hard to not picture her on her knees, sucking cock and taking a cumshot on her perfect breasts. Suffice it to say, however, that my nightly ritual now involves wandering into the spare bedroom and checking on the neighbours...