Him Next Door
Exhibitionist & Voyeur Story

Him Next Door

by Ashson 13 min read 4.1 (11,200 views)
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My sister recently got married. Her husband, Barry was a thrill seeker. You know the type. White water rafting, mountain climbing, hang gliding, parachuting. You name a dangerous sport and he wanted to try it.

Marie wasn't quite so keen on participating. She tried the white water rafting once and swore never again. She told me it didn't get her adrenaline flowing as such, it was more her bowels and bladder that started flowing.

When Barry suggested they go parachuting together she refused. She'd go with him, but stay on the ground to greet him when he landed. She promised him a hero's reward.

This meant she was in an excellent position to see her nice new husband plummet to the ground when his parachute failed to deploy. Well, it didn't actually fail to deploy so much as failed to open. A quick tug on his emergency shoot resulted in it getting tangled with the main chute. He hit the ground hard and totally failed to bounce owing to the fact that he landed on a large rock.

Newly widowed, Marie invited me to stay with her for a couple of weeks, which I was quite happy to do. We just relaxed, bumming about the house. I let her talk about Barry, helping her get over her loss. She was back to her old self after the first week. Probably because she was only married for a very short time and she hadn't had time to develop really deep feelings for him. That sort of attachment needed time to develop.

Towards the end of the second week I found Marie in the kitchen, putting more into the preparation of a meal than she normally did.

"Why the extra effort?" I asked. "Your boss dropping by?"

"I'm currently unemployed, so that would be a no," she said with a smile. "I was chatting with Mark from next door earlier and he was grumbling that he hasn't had a home cooked meal for ages so I invited him in for one. His wife is in hospital recovering from peritonitis. She ignored stomach pains and her appendix burst. She's been in hospital for two weeks and will probably be there for another one."

"That's rough," I observed and went on my merry way.

So Mark came around and had dinner. After dinner he lingered, playing cards with us and enjoying some wine. I was tired so eventually departed, wanting an early night.

Perhaps I shouldn't have taken that early night as I woke up after a couple of hours. I had a feeling that I'd heard something so I got up to investigate. Yeah, I knew that it was probably Marie but there didn't seem to be any lights so...

Leaving my room I had my head cocked, trying to hear. A muffled sound came from Marie's room so I headed that way. Maybe she was having a nightmare or just a crying fit over Barry. I didn't just barge into her room, I have more sensitivity than that.

Her door was ajar so I stopped and peeped in. Night with no lights and you would normally assume it would be dark and that all I would see was black and some unidentifiable lumps of a deeper black. Tonight wasn't normal.

Marie's curtains and blinds weren't drawn so what moonlight there was shone through the window. Since it was a full moon in a cloudless sky that was quite a lot of light. I could see everything in the room.

There was Marie, naked on her bed, struggling with Mark who was also naked and on her bed. I almost charged in to help her fight off the rotten sod but a couple of things nagged at me.

Marie wasn't screaming. She must have known a hearty scream would have brought me running. Also the way she was fighting was just not Marie's style. A mugger/rapist tried to jump her in the park one day. She kicked, punched, bit, and scratched the poor bastard and he was only to happy to push her off and run for it. The cops picked him up at the hospital getting treatment for scratches on his cheeks. He was claiming a cat attacked him.

Her current fight she was slapping at him with open hands, pushing him, and for variety hitting him with closed hands. Not punching, just hitting.

After watching for a few moments it was blatantly obvious she had no intent of seriously fighting him off. I stayed where I was and watched.

Mark's hands were all over her, touching her everywhere but paying special attention to her breast and groin. It wasn't only his hands, either. He kept moving and one moment his face would be nuzzling her breasts and then his hands would replace while he shifted down to tease her pussy. I could only guess at what he was doing there.

Mind you his head between her legs seemed to change Marie's fighting style. Her hands would tangle in his hair, presumably trying to pull his head away from there. It didn't work. He only shifted his head when he wanted to.

He suddenly reared up and pushed her legs further apart, moving into position between them. Forget Marie screaming. I damn near screamed myself when I saw the length of his erection.

Marie was wriggling about under him, still trying to push him away. His hand was between her legs trying to force her to hold still. I guess he succeeded to some extent as he leaned forward a bit more and I damn well knew his cock had started to enter.

Talk about a candle in the wind. As soon as his cock had a firm connection Marie's struggling vanished. Her legs came up and wrapped around him, helping to pull him into place. He, of course, had no objection to this happening.

Now that he'd achieved his aim he and Marie just seemed to rock gently together, taking things slow and easy. I could hear Marie making little appreciative noises as they moved. It was really time I got the hell out of there and left them to their fun. I stayed and watched, fascinated.

It seems that slow and easy also means extended time on the nest. It seemed ages to me before anything changed. I wasn't sure what the trigger for their changed behaviour was but Mark's bottom started bobbing up and down with greater urgency. Sure, he'd been flashing his bottom this entire time but now he was really into it.

Marie wasn't complaining. True, her little gasps were louder and more energetic but if anything they were cheering him on. When Marie buried her face in Mark's neck and gave a muffled scream I suspected that she was having a climax. The way she kicked her legs into the air was another clue.

I decided the show was over and slipped back to the safety of my own bed.

Next morning I was drinking coffee when Marie came waltzing into the kitchen and grabbed a cup.

"Morning," I said giving her an enigmatic look. "Have a good night."

Marie smiled. "Yes. You should know I did. You stood and watch while it happened."

I blushed.

"Didn't it occur to you that if the moon was bright enough to let you see us it was also bright enough to let us see you?"

I sighed and said nothing. What could I say?

"Anyway, Mark will be here for dinner tonight."

"Again?" I asked startled. "Ah, does this mean you're sleeping with him again tonight?"

"Certainly not. Mark said that a single night with someone while his wife is indisposed is acceptable but multiple nights with the same woman would be cheating and he won't do that to his wife."

"Odd logic," I said, "but if that's the way he thinks. So why is he having dinner here. You'd think he'd be off hunting someone else to spend the night with."

Marie just gave me bland smile and didn't say anything. A creeping suspicion crawled up my back.

"What have you done?" I demanded.

"Nothing," Marie said, sounding totally innocent.

I glared at her. She sighed.

"Ok. I might have mentioned that you've been celibate for a while and not by choice."

"You're kidding."

"Don't worry. I also told him that you'd resist if he tried anything on. I told him that you would consider it your duty to struggle."

"That's all but inviting him to rape me."

"Nonsense. All you have to do is stay out of his way. If he does catch you alone tell him no in a firm voice. That's all it will take."

I had my doubts and resolved to stay out of his way.

So Mark turned up for dinner and I kept my distance. During the actual meal I let him and Marie do most of the talking, only speaking when directly addressed. Was I being a little paranoid? Possibly, possibly.

I vacated the table as soon as possible and retired to my room. There was a small deadbolt on the door, not there to really stop anyone but to let them know uninvited company wasn't wanted. Eventually I went to bed.

When I woke up it was still dark but I had the distinct impression that there was someone else in the room. I reached for the bedside lamp and turned it on. My door was open and Mark was standing next to my bed.

"What the hell? Did you break the deadlock on my door?"

"There was a deadlock?" He looked towards the door and saw the bolt hanging loose. "Oops. I thought that the door was a bit stiff and gave it a firm push. Marie said it sticks at times."

"Well it wasn't stuck, it was locked. Feel free to close it from the other side."

"I'll do that. Later." With that he grabbed the covers on the bed and tossed them down the bed, leaving me lying there in a short nightie and a pair of panties. If I'd suspected that he was going to strip the covers off I'd have been hanging onto them like grim death.

I kept my cool. I looked Mark directly in the eye and spoke up.

"Let me be clear about one thing," I said firmly. "I am not sleeping with you."

"Understood," he said. "By the way, I must apologise but I owe you for a new nightie."

I was confused. What the hell was he talking about? It turned out that he was talking about what happens when he grips my nightie in two hands and moves them in opposite directions. My nightie tore like tissue paper, right down the middle. He drew the two halves apart, effectively leaving me naked except for my panties.

I scrabbled at the remains of my nightie, trying to pull it over me enough to cover me. It turns out I should have been protecting my panties. He had them down and off before I realised what he was doing and now I was totally naked.

"Trying to use those scraps to cover your breasts is like using a handkerchief to cover watermelon. Too much you and not enough material. I don't know how that scrap of nothing covered you in the first place."

He sat down on the bed, hands reaching for my breasts and groin, one closing over a breast and fiddling with a nipple and the other pushing between my legs, seeking my secret entrance. I pushed at his hands, trying to dislodge them.

"I said I wasn't going to have sex with you," I snapped. "Weren't you listening?"

"Of course I was listening and I heard you. I also know you don't really mean it."

"Are you crazy? What makes you think that?"

"Your sister told me. She said that you'd feel you have to refuse but I should ignore it. That will save you from guilt feelings over a one night stand."

I was stunned by that although I should have seen it coming. Marie was determined to get me laid.

Mark stood up and dropped his trousers and stripped off his upper clothes in two swift movements. I hadn't known men could get stripped so fast. I also hadn't known how large an erection looked at close range. I thought it looked large when he gave it to Marie. Now that it was up close and personal, very personal, it had gone from a large size to an 'oh my god' size.

Then he was lying on the bed next to me, one leg between mine holding them apart. Meanwhile his hands were back to making merry with my body. He was enjoying himself, trying his best to get me aroused. I wasn't having a bar of it.

I was struggling, ineffectively I'll admit, but I was trying. At some stage I became shocked to find that I had one hand wrapped around his cock. I couldn't remember doing that. I tried to let go but I must have had cramp in my hand and my fingers didn't open.

I was relieved when he suddenly freed himself from my grasp. Then I wasn't quite so relieved when I realised what he intended to do with it. I mean I'd known what he intended to do with it from the moment I saw him in my bedroom, but that was for some nebulous time in the future. This was for right now.

He pushed my legs further apart and settled down between them. A firm hand on my pussy held me still as he lined himself up and started pushing home. Looking at that thing starting to slide into me I was wishing I'd never turned the bedside lamp on. I could have done without the current visuals.

He didn't force his way into me. Well, actually, I suppose he did, but he took his time, allowing me to adjust to the size of him and I found myself breathing hard as he sank into place. It felt incredible, totally filling me, stretching me all out of shape, and then filling me some more.

His hands covered my breasts and he started pumping into me. I gave a mental shrug. I'd lost the battle and all I could do was make the best of a bad situation. Actually the situation wasn't all that bad. The feel of his cock sliding up and down my passage was fantastic, the feelings getting extra feedback from the way he was manhandling my breasts.

I didn't deliberately wrap my legs around him but that's where they finished up. I was clinging to him and letting him do his worst because his worst was pretty damn good. He kept going for ages with me eagerly responding, not wanting the pleasure to end. I could see why Marie had been so happy to have been with him.

That idle thought of Marie enjoying herself rang a big bell in my mind. She'd set this up although I doubt that Mark had resisted the idea for more than a split second. She also knew that I'd been an accidental voyeur to her little indiscretion.

That thought was followed by the realisation that my door was open and the bedside lamp was on. I turned my head to glance at the door. I caught a glimpse of movement and I knew, I just knew, that Marie was watching. I dismissed her from my mind and concentrated on Mark, or at least a certain part of Mark's anatomy.

By this time I was gasping and urging Mark on and I could feel the change of rhythm as he got down to finishing the job. It didn't take long and I climaxed, tempted to scream my pleasure but refrained. (I didn't want to give Marie the pleasure of hearing me enjoying what had happened. Petty of me I know but who cares.)

Mark lay next to me for a short while then kissed me, dressed, and departed. Really, if he was going to kiss me you'd think he'd do it before the rape.

I could see myself having a very interesting talk with Marie in the morning. Or perhaps not. If I didn't say anything how would she open the conversation?

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