Neighbors
Following surgery I found myself unable to sleep for a few weeks, my solitude was sitting on the porch watching my neighbors and the adjacent streets activities generally from midnight until three or four in the morning when my eyes just wouldn't stay open any longer. By then I would be so sleep deprived that I instantly went to sleep for two or three hours until the pain and discomfort would wake me, either that or my damned bladder.
I'd been divorced almost four years, it seems she liked them much younger than me and I'm only thirty-eight, he was an up and coming snot nosed numbers guy recently hired where my wife worked. Little did she know he was a skirt chaser, his normal target was married women. Long story short she swallowed his story hook, line and sinker ... and I'm sure some of his bodily fluids as well, she filed for divorce, we lived in a 50/50 state and with no kids there was nothing to fight about. She bought my half of the house, I moved to another state and she got shafted.
The dinky dicked numbers boy moved in a week after I left, eight months later he was transferred cross country and you'll never imagine whom he didn't take along, my ignorant former wife. She called me wanting to reconcile, I wanted nothing to do with her, which puts me almost dead center on Avery Street two states away from her, I call it my buffer zone. A half mile long dead-end road with houses and well-kept yards on both sides. Enough of that, back to my late-night escapades.
I had six weeks of medical leave, another six weeks of comp time saved and three weeks of vacation I hadn't touched, my plan was to take all six weeks of medical leave and then six weeks of comp time back to back, I'd save my vaca for something else. My supervisor was fine with it, sales had slowed after the summer months, I wouldn't be needed through late fall and the holidays, another younger guy in training with a family could work, with my seniority it would have been me working and him on layoff.
I learned a lot those first two weeks of sitting in the dark, so much so that after I was able to sleep I found myself sitting on the porch still watching the world go by. There was the Simmons one door to the right, their lot like mine was a half-acre, our homes set back away from the road a healthy distance. He was in his late sixties and retired, she was sixty one and still working at the bank, he was gone for a week or more at least once a month, when he and I would talk leaning over the fence he was always telling me about what game he'd shot or how many fish he'd caught.
He left three days after I was able to come home following surgery, I noticed the first night a little white Toyota pickup pulled in just after midnight, she knew the pass code for the opener and let herself in. I'd seen her before, in fact I'd met her at Ellen's sixty first birthday party earlier in the summer, I remember thinking it was peculiar that she and Ellen were always side by side. At that point I chalked it up to probably a longtime school chums, now my thinking was changing rapidly.
She stayed about two hours that first night before letting herself out, the next night she arrived just before one AM, again letting herself in, but as the garage door opened I noticed Ellen standing by the house entry door in what appeared to be panties and nothing else. The door was closing by the time they were close enough to do whatever they were gonna do, I found my binoculars and waited anxiously for the door to open again. An hour later the lights coming on caught my eye so I focused in the binoculars and waited, except when it opened Ellen was peering around the entryway door, all I could see was her face.
The following night they were not as careful, Ellen met her inside the garage in nothing but a sheer baby-doll top that barely came below her visible triangle of dark fluffy hair. They embraced and were kissing before they realized the overhead door hadn't closed, I sat back with a stiff dick in my sweats and a smile on my face. If I hadn't been battling pain I'd have stroked one off shooting my load over the porch rail and into the front yard, I found myself wondering if a little pussy on the side was all she might consider, maybe I would pay her a visit with a stiff dick when I was better and hubby was gone.
Ellen Simmons was bi, I never would have imagined, I watched their antics for the next six nights always after midnight, the day hubby returned all went back to normal, whatever that might have been. Two weeks later the same scenario was in play, little white pickup after midnight, an hour or more later it would leave, they were becoming more careless which afforded me a few nice glimpses of Ellen's attributes. Large chest that still looked fairly solid and not droopy, the shapely hips of an older woman and a bush that flourished, that thing was wide and thick, I was sure it grew between her legs all the way to her asshole.
When the garage door would close I'd focus in on the rest of the neighborhood, two doors down were the Teller family, they were middle aged with two teen daughters, they always walked their dog after midnight, I suppose the kids were asleep which afforded them an opportunity to get outside. I wouldn't have walked a dog at midnight, but then it wasn't my circus or my monkeys, to each his own mother used to say.
Across the front of my yard are four sections of hedge ten feet long and eight feet apart, I have them there to keep vehicles off my lawn, there are no curbs on our street and people have a tendency to use yards as a place to turn around. I got tired of replacing irrigation heads and had the shrubbery installed, you may be wondering why that little fact is important. It's important because the Tellers like to duck behind either of the 90-degree shaped hedges at the ends of the yard and fuck.
It isn't every night, but at least twice a week. The first time I saw them it was just after midnight, sitting in the dark of my porch I wasn't visible but the faint glow of the streetlight fifty yards away made it quite easy to see them. Nothing was crystal clear but everything they did was on display, the first night they ducked behind the hedge on the right, I pride myself on having a lush well-kept lawn, she sank to her knees, pulled down his shorts and engulfed his cock.
With him sticking out like an extra handle she shimmied out of her shorts and lay down, in no time they were grunting softly, I could tell when they came, he was pushed against her no longer moving and her legs were wrapped around his butt. What followed was something I'd read about but never seen, he licked her pussy eating his own cream pie, she then used her mouth to clean him, they stood, pulled up their shorts, kissed passionately and continued on with Fido whom had been tethered to the shrubs. The terminology *dining in but never out* suddenly made more sense, I suppose to him eating his own cum was far better than eating another mans.
My mailbox is in the hedgerow on the left, the next time they stopped she leaned forward grabbing the back of the mailbox while he drilled her from behind, I had moved my foot causing a noise which made them stop and look toward the porch. I heard him say.
