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.
"Someone is watching us." To which she replied, "No they aren't, come on, finish fucking me."
When he'd cum he dropped to his knees, there was just enough light that I could see cum glistening as it dripped out of her onto the ground before he stuck his face in her pussy from behind, when she turned to have him stand so she could suck him dry I noticed a dainty little patch of darkness. I had seen her tits but not her pussy until then. I chuckled to myself, the Tellers, both Registered nurses, fucking on my front lawn and using their mouths to clean the cum from each other. They may have been kinky by my standards but at least they were consistent, had it not been for the surgery and inability to sleep I'd have never known. Now whenever I see them I picture him eating his own cream pie and her sucking their mixed cum off his dick.
Then there were the Jeffords to my left, they had a remarkably interesting arrangement. At least once a week a small non-descript car would pull into their driveway about two AM, a man and woman would exit and walk in the front door, after ten minutes the living room lights would go off and the lights for the two bedrooms facing my garage would come on, unless you were in or standing between my garage and their house no one could see in, thus there were no blinds or curtains.
I made it my purpose to find out what was going on in those rooms, by the third week after surgery I was feeling well enough to put my plan of action into play. Leaning the ladder against the building opposite the windows, I climbed onto the roof, found a spot under some branches to shadow me from the streetlight and had a comfy spot to sit in. When the car pulled in Thursday night I walked to the back of the house, climbed onto the roof and waited, I wasn't disappointed, using my binoculars I could look directly into the rooms which always had lights blaring.
To my surprise the Jeffords were swapping and filming, a black couple, he with Audrey and she with Phil. There was no mystery meat a foot long hanging off the black guy, he had an average sized dick like all the rest of us, his wife on the other was one hot little piece of ass. Phil would fuck her six ways from Sunday while Audrey was pummeled by her lover until it was time to go, I stayed up late enough a couple of nights to know they left just after four. I only watched them twice, watching them fuck for an hour was all it took to get bored.
I discovered the widow Brady directly across the street likes to be watched, why else would she leave the shades open when she went to bed, I knew that she read until midnight or so most nights, she'd told me so. I would watch as the living room became dark and the bedroom would illuminate through the filter of the shades. I noticed on Wednesday she had the shades open and had left the light on, I could tell there was body movement but it wasn't clear, by the time I was going to take a closer look she was closing the shades.
The following Wednesday I noticed the same, this time I didn't wait, I picked up the binoculars and focused in, I was instantly intrigued, it became apparent she was about to strip, she was back far enough from the road no one could see in, I wasn't sure who the show was for. Then again maybe she liked the idea of being an exhibitionist knowing no one could see her, even in her mid-sixties she looked good from where I sat, she would slowly and deliberately undress down to panties and bra.
At that point she would do a strip as though she were being watched by an audience, cupping her breasts, pushing them up and together so they spilled over the top of the cups, sliding off one strap then the other holding the bra in place. Slowly she would drop it, spin it around, unclip it and let it drop, her hands would be under her heavy tits molding and squeezing, fingers pulling her nipples outward until it looked almost painful, moving her hands to the waistband of her panties her tits would droop.
