Early last year some new neighbors moved into the house behind ours. My wife Carrie and I brought a "Welcome to the Neighborhood" basket full of goodies not long afterward so we could meet the people who would be sharing a property boundary with us. Upon meeting them we found their names are Robert and Linda and they had just moved here from the U.K. Robert works for a large corporation that has offices around the world and was transferred to the U.S. to oversee things at his company's Phoenix, Arizona office.
One of the perks of Robert's supervisory position is that his company pays for furnished lodgings when an employee is asked to relocate. The company had purchased the house behind us when it was first built but had not had anyone live in it until now so we didn't have to deal with any neighbors behind us until Robert and Linda moved in. Our homes are in a new, gated community with all the amenities you could ask for. The modern, spacious two-story homes have pools, hot tubs, gas grills, the whole enchilada. The only negative is that the lots are fairly small so it sometimes feels like your neighbor's houses are right on top of you. I guess that's just the price you have to pay for living in the ever-growing Southwestern U.S.
We all hit it off and quickly became friends with our new neighbors. The four of us often had dinner together at one of our homes or we'd go out to some of our favorite restaurants in the area. It was a cultural exchange of sorts as each couple learned about the other couple's country, their customs, and the different terms used for the same items(i.e. "French fries" in the U.S. are the same thing as "chips" in the U.K., "cookies" are called "biscuits," etc.). Part of the cultural exchange involved Robert trying to explain the finer points of soccer to me while I exposed him to football, or what the rest of the world calls "American football."
One evening in the Spring Robert and Linda came over on a Saturday and the four of us had drinks out on our back deck. It was a glorious evening but we warned them to enjoy the great outdoors while they could because the summer heat was just around the corner. Once it hits you pretty much just stay inside in the air conditioning most of the time. Where we live you'll frequently hear, "...but it's a dry heat." So is my oven, but I choose not to spend much time in there either.
Both Carrie and Linda dress pretty conservatively but their clothing doesn't hide the fact that they have great racks. On this evening Linda was wearing a blouse that buttoned down the front and, unbeknownst to her, the top two buttons had come undone as we were all chatting. I tried not to stare but my eyes kept wandering back to Linda's chest because she would periodically flash a nice bit of cleavage. I thought I was being pretty sly in my peeping but one time, after catching a nice eyeful as Linda had leaned forward to put her empty glass on the table, I looked over at Robert and saw he had caught me checking out his wife's boobs. He just smiled and winked at me so it was obvious he wasn't bothered by the attention his wife was getting from me.
After we had all finished our drinks Carrie asked Linda to go inside with her so they could get another glass of wine and she could show Linda her new craft room. I asked Carrie to grab a couple bottles of beer for Robert and me as she stood up and noticed that Robert kept a close eye on Carrie as she walked inside with Linda. The porch light by the back door shined through my wife's sun dress, making the thin fabric see-thru as she walked toward the light. Her legs were clearly visible as she walked away and Robert was looking her up and down as went headed back inside.
Linda soon came back out with our beers. She handed me my bottle and then stepped over to Robert to give him his. "How's about a kiss, love," asked Robert as Linda gave him his beer. He turned his face upward and she responded by bending over and giving her hubby a quick peck on the lips. From my vantage point I got an excellent shot of Linda's boobs. My eyes were glued to her breasts, peering into her open blouse as they briefly swayed under her while she leaned down to kiss her husband.
We both watched Linda walk back inside and once the door shut Robert said, "She's spilling out of her blouse a little tonight, isn't she," with a chuckle.
"Yes, she is," I said as I lifted my bottle up in celebratory toast and added, "here's to cheap thrills."
"They're some of the best kind," responded Robert as he raised his bottle and joined me in taking a swig of beer.
"That's one of the good things about living in such a hot climate, there's no shortage of scantily clad women to ogle."
"Amen," Robert replied.
As we chatted over a couple more bottles of beer the talk continued in the direction it started when the girls went inside. We found we had even more in common than what we had initially found when we were only making casual conversion as we had in the past. The main thing being that we were major horndogs. We both agreed that we were lucky to have the women we were married to, and we both had lusted over each other's wife's big tits since day one. Robert shared that he wished Linda would wear more revealing clothing because he enjoyed showing her off. He said one of his fantasies has always been to see another man fuck his wife, preferably while he was nailing someone as well. At that point I realized he had Linda bend down and kiss him for my benefit, knowing she would be giving me a good view of her goods through her open blouse, and I was very appreciative. I told Robert I had fantasized about Carrie being with another guy as well.
Given our wives' conservative nature in general, I said I didn't see us swinging or swapping anytime and Robert agreed. We started to think of alternatives but neither of our wives would ever let us take nude pictures of them, or film ourselves having sex, so there were no pictures or videos for us to secretly share. We sat there for a moment in dejected silence, resigned to the fact that we would likely never get a peek at the other's disrobed wife, and then I asked Robert if he had ever heard of Literotica.com.
He said he hadn't and I told him it's a site where people submit erotic stories. There are many categories there, pretty much everything under the sun, with stories of varying quality from the many authors who submit their work there. I told him that given the fact Carrie is pretty conservative in general, I live vicariously through the wild sex stories I read there, putting myself and people I know in the roles of the characters/people in the stories I read.
Although I told Robert about the site, I left out the fact that I had submitted stories there myself. It was a good outlet for the erotic fantasies that would germinate in my head. Also, the idea that people would get hot and bothered by my stories and masturbate to them, or they would fuel couples to some intense sex, was a bit of a turn-on for me. I suggested to Robert that he should go to the site and read "Valentine's Day Massage" by Snake138 at some point in the near future because, given our discussion, I knew he would enjoy it as much as I did.
The evening wound down and Robert and Linda called it a night after visiting for another hour or so. Things got pretty busy for Robert at work so, even though Linda would drop in and spend time with Carrie from time to time, I didn't hear from Robert for about a month. He texted me one afternoon and said his sister in-law was in town. Linda had made plans for a girl's night out with her and Carrie the following evening and he asked if I wanted to hang out and have a couple beers while the ladies were out on the town. I told him to just come over whenever he wanted and we'd hang out for a while.
Robert came over just as the sun was setting. Carrie passed him as she was leaving to go to his house. I cracked open a couple cold ones and we chatted for a few minutes in the kitchen. I asked Robert if he had gone to the Literotica website and he said he had been so busy with work he had completely forgotten about it. Since we were alone I figured now was as good a time as any for him to check out the site so we headed up to my home office on the second floor.
I fired up the computer as Robert told me about his sister in-law. He said she was a hot blonde who had always given him a hard-on. I told him there are plenty of stories at the Literotica site involving in-laws and that he could feed his fantasies to his heart's desire there. As I was getting to the website Robert blurted out, "Bloody hell...John, quick, turn the lights out." I had no idea what was going on but I got up, made the short trip to the light switch by the door, and toggled the switch down. I then walked over by the window where Robert was standing to see what was going on.
When I got to the window I looked out and saw that the light in one of the bedrooms at Robert's house was on, the blinds were open, and there was a naked blonde woman drying off with a towel. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to see her naked...and there she is in all her glory," he said as we watched from the edges of my office window. Like I had mentioned before, the lots our houses are built on are pretty small, so the distance between the backs of our homes is not that great. Given that it was dark outside, and the lights were on in her bedroom, we could see into the room quite well.
Now I could understand why Robert had lusted after his sister in-law for so long. She was pretty damn hot. She had short spiky hair with boobs that looked about as large as Linda's. She had an excellent body, with a neatly-trimmed patch of blonde pubic hair downstairs. "Well, if you were wondering, the carpet matches the curtains," I joked.
"It does indeed," Robert replied. He already had a raging hard-on and was rubbing it through the front of his shorts as his eyes were glued to the window across the way.
Robert's sister in-law finished drying off, tossed the towel on the bed, and walked over to the dresser, her bare breasts swaying and bouncing as she moved across the room. Once there she opened up a drawer, took out a pair of black panties, and stepped into them. As she slipped them up over her hips we saw that she wore French cut panties that rode up pretty high on her hips. "Oh, the things I've imagined doing to you..." Robert softly muttered, almost as if he was thinking out loud.
We watched as Robert's topless sister in-law walked to the closet, retrieved a few outfits, then returned and laid them on the bed near the dresser. She began taking outfits from the bed one at a time and would step in front of the dresser and hold them up, seeing how they looked in the large mirror over it.
Robert was so lost in what he was seeing I think he had forgotten I was even there because what he did next surprised me quite a bit. I was busy spying through my neighbor's window when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. When I looked down I saw that Robert had unzipped his pants, taken out his schlong, and had begun stroking it right there in front of me. It all felt a little weird but I didn't want to say anything. After all, my buddy was finally getting an eyeful of his naked sister in-law, who was I to interrupt him and be a buzzkill?
