It was early in the morning and I'd just gotten out of bed. My wife had long since gone to her work, since she was on the 7ï·“3 shift that day. I work from home so I set my own hours, usually about ten a day. I remembered that the pants I had to wear that day were still in the dryer so I walked out to the utility room, naked, which is how I sleep. Throwing a damp towel in with the pants, I turned the dryer on to get the wrinkles out and headed for some coffee. It had long since gone cold, so I stuck a cupful in the microwave while I put some things out for breakfast. With a hot cup of coffee in hand, I walked through the house to boot up the computer. A quick check of my email and I went back to the kitchen, cup in hand, with no thought whatsoever that I was stark naked.
I’ve never had any qualms about being naked in my own house since we live in a very small town and there are only a few houses on our street, and we sit back off the street about 25 feet. There are blinds in the kitchen, but at six in the morning no one is going to be looking in my windows anyway. I mean, what are the odds that someone will be staring into my window at six in the morning on the outside chance that they’ll see me naked. .
When the buzzer on the dryer went off, I finished my coffee and went to get the clothes out. My hand had just touched the dryer door when the phone rang. Padding back into the kitchen, I picked up the phone to hear our neighbor's voice on the line.
"That's a very nice outfit you're wearing," she cooed.
I felt like an idiot. There I stood, stark naked, in front of the big window in the breakfast room. I jumped back to take shelter behind the cabinets.
"Cindy, what the hell are you doing looking in my window?" I yelled.
"Hell Rich, I thought you were putting on a show for me. I'm not complaining, why are you? I just told you I liked what I saw."
"Is that all you wanted?" I asked. "I've got things to do and one of them is not making my neighbor wet. Take a cold shower or something."
"Hold on, hot shot, I need to talk to you."
"Oh, for...let me get some jeans on so I don't let it all hang out." "Whatever," she replied. "I don't care if you're naked or not. I just need to talk to you right away."
I pulled my jeans one, remembering too late that I had a brass button and a now very hot
zipper on them.. After cursing a few times and pulling the hot metal away from my flesh, I finally got them snapped and zipped.
"If you're looking for Janice, you missed her. She works the early shift today." "I knew that, Rich. I've been waiting for her to leave so we could talk."
"Talk? Talk about what?"
"Let's just say it's something you don't want to discuss in front of your wife."
I leaned over to search for some Danish that I'd picked up the night before, thinking about my neighbor watching me naked through that window. I never considered Cindy to be a beauty or dropï·“deadï·“gorgeous, but she's not the least bit unpleasant to look at. Far from it. Her shoulder length auburn hair and dark brown eyes highlight her creamy complexion. She always wears oversized sweatshirts or tee shirts that are dark enough and large enough that you see no hint of how she's built, and I've spent a lot of time staring at her, guessing at what that shirt covered. I'd seen enough of her ass as she bent over to know that it was damned nice.
"Should I be worried about where this is going?" I asked.
"I hope not," she replied, "but I don't think so."
"I guess you've got the advantage over me because I have no idea what you're trying to say."
"What would your wife say if she found out that you've been cheating on her?" ` I damned near choked on my Danish. "What the hell are you talking about? I haven't been cheating on her."
"Oh really? Would you like to bet that I can convince her that you have?"
I didn't reply for a minute, suddenly realizing that it wouldn't be all that hard to do since she's been insinuating for a long time that I have. Visions of being kicked out flashed through my mind. It wouldn't be the first time, but it wasn't something I'd like to repeat.
"Ok, ok, what are you saying? You know I don't have any money, Cindy. Hell, I'm trying to figure out how to pay my bills as it is."
"I don't want your damned money, Rich. I'm not hurting for cash. Hell, I probably have more than you do. No, it's not money that I'm looking for."
"DAMN IT Cindy, what do you want?"
"Calm down, Rich. No need to get excited. Why don't you come over and have some coffee with me so we can talk face to face. I think you'll be glad you did."
"You're crazy, woman. You've lost your mind. If Janice was to find out you've even seen me naked, she'd board up the damned window and quit her job so she could keep an eye on me. If one of the neighbors saw me coming over there and let it slip, it would be all over but the crying and you know it."
"I know that, but no one has to see you come over here. There's a way to take care of that."
"Damn it, Cindy, I can't do that. Can't you talk to me now?"
"I could, but I don't think I want to. I could come over there but old lady Warwick would be sitting there waiting for Janice to come home tonight. Think about it Rich. I've already seen you naked and you know I can convince her of anything I want. You don't have to worry about me slipping up and letting her find out what's going on while she's gone. She'll never know unless you tell her. Get some shoes on and drive around the block. Pull in Marge's drive and park back where they park the motor home. They're gone for the summer and no one can see you there because of the bushes. I'll leave the back garage door open for you. Fifteen minutes, Rich, that's all I'll wait."
The sound of the dial tone was all I heard after that. I slammed the phone down and went to sit on my recliner, where I do my best thinking. I stared at the clock as the second hand swept around, mumbling to myself about that damned infuriating woman. What the hell did she want anyway? To hell with it, let her tell Janice whatever she wanted to. I'd catch hell and we'd fight like two cats for a week or two but that's all. What the hell, if she kicked me out, I'd be fine. Then the real world got hold of me. We wouldn't fight like cats at all, she'd scream for weeks about my infidelity and in the end, I'd be kicked out and I'd be screwed. There's no way I have enough money to make it. She'd get the house and I'd get the shaft and wind up living in an old mobile home in one of those last chance trailer parks.
It had been almost ten minutes when I slipped into my shoes and went out to the garage, knowing she was watching me every minute. I drove down the street and turned as though I was going to town, then looped around and slipped into Marge's drive, pulling as far into the bushes as I could get. The back door of her garage was open so I slipped in and closed it behind me.
Her car was in the garage and she waited for me at the foot of the stairs that led to their game room over the garage. Neither of us said a word as I followed her up the stairs, watching the sway of her ass under the loose sweats she wore.
Their game room covers the whole second story of the two car garage. A professional sized pool table sits in one corner, while an oversized six sided card table sat in the opposite corner. A dart board is on one wall and a big screened TV sits below it. The other wall is blank paneling behind a fair sized wet bar.
She sat on the oversized couch and patted seat next to her. I headed for one of the bar stools but she stopped me. "You don't want to upset me Rich but I want you to watch a video."
I sat next to her as she turned the TV on. After a few scenes from an old porn film, I saw our house. As I watched, the camera zoomed in on that big window to show me walking back and forth, stark naked. There was a shot of me bent over the dryer, taking clothes out, and one of me putting my breakfast on the table, then sitting down to eat. Then there was a shot of me with my cock in my hands as I milked it pretty hard. Seconds later, I hurried from the kitchen and I knew I was headed for some tissues. All of a sudden, I saw some more footage of me with my cock in my hands, but then another hand reached over to stroke up and down...a feminine hand. A few seconds later, I saw the naked back of what was obviously a woman's head, evidently as she went down on me.
"What the fuck, Cindy? Who is that? I've never had another woman in that house and you know it."
"Umm, I don't know, Rich. She sure looks like she's standing right in front of you and I'd bet money she's sucking your cock. More importantly though, is that Janice will believe it. That and about another twenty minutes of it."
"What's going on here, Cindy?: I asked. "What are you saying?"
"I decided a long time ago that you needed more action, Rich, and I'm just the one to give it to you."