I moved into a new apartment days after my slut of a wife demanded a divorce. According to her, I was a disgusting, sex-starved pervert because she found a couple of pornographic spams in my email. Little did she know I knew the truth about her. I had been having suspicions about her for awhile, and had installed some spy cameras around the house while she was visiting family a few months earlier. I hid one in our bedroom, and others throughout the house, and was quickly rewarded for my efforts. Days after she came back from her visit, I saw her in our bedroom, getting herself off while on the phone. A check of the phone records showed a call to a number in her hometown, which I was able to trace to a man she had gone to high school with.
After that, there was several more of these phone sessions, each happening during days when she knew I'd be at work late. Finally, a week before she demanded the divorce and kicked me out, I watched my 'innocent' wife take a strange man's cock in her ass, twice. This coming from a woman that wouldn't even have sex with me with the lights on, because she 'thought sex was a dirty thing'. She never initiated sex, and always tolerated my advances reluctantly.
The only reason I moved so quietly, and held my tongue, was because my attorney advised me that presenting my evidence of her unfaithfulness would be counter-productive so early in the game. There was an alimony hearing scheduled for the near future, and we were going to reveal our evidence then. She was asking for what would be 60% of my base income as alimony, as well as the house, cars, and everything else of value we had accumulated over a decade of marriage. The judge hearing the case was known to take a very dim view of cheating spouses, and we were very confident we would walk out with pretty much everything once our proof was revealed. All I had to do was keep my nose clean until the hearing.
My new home was a small apartment over the garage of an associate of mine from work. He was officially renting it to me for a large amount of money, but in reality, rent was only a couple of hundred dollars a month. He simply cashed my large checks, deposited the majority of the money into a separate account, and kept the real amount. My attorney didn't know about the arrangement, since I set it up as a dodge on the alimony, just in case. It came fully furnished in what I called bachelor chic. A beat up fold out sofa bed couch, shelving units made up of cinder blocks and boards, and a beat up queen sized bed. Of course, the most expensive thing in the place was the entertainment system. He used the place mainly to watch sports with the guys, so the furnishings were perfect for the needs.
My bedroom window overlooked the backyard of the house next to us, and the owner of that house had a Jacuzzi built into a deck against the wall. I had seen the tenants of the house a few times, and the woman living there was a very pretty lady. Tall, plump in the right places, dark skinned and jet black hair that cascaded down her back. A few days after moving in, I saw her as I was pulling up to the curb. She was struggling with a couple of heavy bags, and I trotted over, offering my help.
"Thank you so much, but I don't want you to get into trouble on my account." I must have looked like a complete fool, because I had no idea what she was talking about. She never moved, but her right hand gestured towards a van parked down the block.
"That van down the street? The black one? It's owned by a private investigator I hired for my own divorce a couple of years ago. According to Garrett, you're in the middle of a nasty divorce yourself, and I know this guy handles cheating spouse cases on a regular basis."
"You're sure of this?"
"Absolutely. He's the reason I have this house and everything in it. Saved me from my asshole ex. Now go away, before he gets more pictures."
I nodded, and went back to my car, stunned, but not really surprised. I knew Andi was a cold-hearted cheating bitch, but the fact that she was spending my money on a private investigator to catch me doing something she was doing herself...I almost lost it right there. The irony of the situation was just too sweet. She was in for a big surprise. Now that I knew about it, I would be even more careful about who I spoke to, and what I did.
That night, sitting in my rat hole, drinking a beer and watching TV, I was surprised by a knock on the door. I was about to get up and answer it when Garrett walked in.
"The knocking was just a courtesy. I do own the place, after all."
He went right to the fridge, grabbed one of my beers, and plopped into the ratty, but still comfortable chair across from me.
"So Melody told me what she told you. I was as shocked as you must have been. I had no idea Andi was so vindictive...or so stupid. Well, I knew she was stupid, she did marry you, after all."
I flipped him the bird, and he laughed.
"I've recruited some of my son's friends to do a quiet drive-by and paint his van for you. They think he's spying on us, so no worries. Besides, they've hit my house for the last three years with toilet paper, and I've never been able to catch them. I doubt this clown could, either."
"As much as I wish I could see it, you should call them off. I don't want even the slightest hint of trouble with anyone."
"They're going to also hit several other cars in the neighborhood. The only thing is, they own all the cars they're going to hit, except that one. Trust me, it will look like a totally random incident."
"In that case, see if they can get pictures."
We laughed, and shot the bullshit for a while. As Garrett finally got up to leave, after drinking most of my beer, he dropped a minor bombshell on me.
"Melody wants to have you for dinner...I mean, over for dinner once things settle down for you. She was highly impressed with you, for some odd reason. It also helps that I told her the truth about what was going on with Andi, as well."
I just shook my head, and Garrett laughed.
"Come on, man, you know you need to get back into the saddle quickly. Melody is hot for you, and I know she hasn't gone out with anyone since her own divorce."
"How do you know that?"
"She's one of Kelly's best friends, that's how. They talk about sex all the time. Fortunately for me, Kelly has nothing to complain about..."
"So she likes her dicks tiny?"
He flipped me the bird and left, laughing. I got up and locked the door behind him, and shut down the apartment, planning on going to bed. I had yet to turn on the light in the bedroom when I noticed a light coming from Melody's back yard. For some reason, I quietly walked over to the window, and peeked out the blinds, wondering what she was doing outside so late in the evening. What I saw was enough to send the blood racing right into my neglected cock in a hurry.
Melody was standing next to the hot tub, stripping her clothing off. By clothing, I mean everything. Apparently, she was used to using her hot tub in the nude, and had forgotten that there was someone living in the apartment overlooking her backyard. She had already removed her blouse when I first looked out the window, and wasted little time reaching behind her to unhook her bra. Her plump tits had some sag, but were large enough that it just didn't matter. Her belly was rounded and large, without being grossly so. She turned her back to me to remove her pants, and her heart-shaped ass was a beautiful sight. As she straddled the side of the spa to get in, I was able to see that she was totally shaven, and that she had the kind of clit that poked out sweetly.
My own cock was rock hard, and the source of some serious discomfort. I quietly undid my jeans and let them slide down, freeing my erection to the night air, and it fit into my hand naturally. I gave it a few soft strokes, feeling more than a little aroused, yet vaguely uncomfortable at the same time. I was attracted to this woman, and to stand here and watch her enjoy herself in the nude seemed inappropriate, somehow. I saw her glance in my direction, and I immediately froze, even though I knew there was no way she could see me. What she did next erased all discomfort from my mind. She smiled as she looked towards the window, and she gently caressed her left breast in her hands. I watched in shock and amazement as she lifted each of her tits to her mouth in turn, sucking on each of her nipples. As she let go, I realized that each one was pierced with small barbells.
Melody spent a lot of time on her breasts, gently suckling and kneading them, and as her hand moved underwater, my own hand went back to my cock, now throbbing for attention. I stroked myself slowly, absolutely mesmerized by this incredible sight. She lifted herself out of the hot tub, and sat on the edge, facing right at me. Her fingers did a delicate dance over her clit, and I could see just how aroused she was. My own hand was beginning to move much quicker, and as Melody fingered her sweet snatch into orgasm, I could feel my own eruption building quickly. I forced myself to stop touching myself, not wanting to come too quickly for Melody, even though she had no idea I was here. I watched as the waves of pleasure pulsed through her, and I could see her body quiver and shake as her orgasm moved though her.
She reached behind her, and I figured the show was over. To my surprise, she came up with a large dildo, which quickly found itself buried inside of her. She moved that fake cock in and out her with abandon, and I found myself stroking my cock again, without even realizing I was doing it. I could see her tempo increasing, almost in time with my own, and I quickly realized I would not be able to hold back again. I jerked my cock hard and fast, wanting to come to this incredible sight, and as Melody cried out softly with her own pleasure, I grunted heavily, and shot my load. It had been so long since my last release that my seed shot out with such force that it hit my chin as I hunched over, pounding my cock. I milked my cock dry, panting heavily with the pleasure that was running through me.
I finally managed enough self control to look out the window again, and saw that Melody was out of the spa, and had shut it off. She had gathered up her things, and was heading for the door. As she opened her back door, she turned and looked towards my window. To my amazement, she blew a kiss my way, and disappeared inside. I sat back on the bed, shocked. Somehow, she must have guessed I was there, and put on the show just for me. I cleaned myself up, laughing at the sight of my semen dripping off my chin. I crawled into bed, still smiling. As I fell asleep, I found myself wishing that my divorce were over already, so I could go next door, and sample what Melody had to offer for real...
Melody repeated her show a couple of times over the next few weeks, and each time, turned and blew a soft kiss at the window. I ran into her once or twice on the street, and to her credit, she never even blinked twice at seeing me. I just smiled and nodded my head, as if simply acknowledging a neighbor. I couldn't wait for my day in court to finally come.
