I thought for sure, maybe, that she had looked up at me and smiled, but perhaps it was just my imagination.
Ours was a mature neighbourhood, both in terms of the homes, and the age of the residents. Our children had grown up in these homes, and now most had moved away. My next door neighbours were the first to retire and move away, selling their house to a nice young couple from out of state that just moved here after college. I had tried bringing over a housewarming gift of fresh baked cookies, but after three trips in a row not finding them home, I left the jar with a note on the front stairs.
A week later the empty jar appeared on my porch, with a note reading "Thank you. They were delicious. We'll have a proper housewarming party once our pool is installed. Until then, feel free to return this jar with more cookies. Love, Rod and Janey. P.S. Sorry, we don't bake. Except special brownies, teehee."
"Special brownies", indeed. I knew attitudes about cannabis were relaxed, but I was old fashioned enough not to think people should confess their habits to strangers. What if I was a narc?
The reference to a pool was also eyebrow raising, since the yard next door was no bigger than mine, which I knew lacked room for a proper pool. Instead, I had installed a modest hot tub on my deck. These days, it sat empty and unused, since my kids had left, and I had tossed my wife out after coming up early one day to find her blowing her professor on the edge of the tub. Going back to school after the kids grew up apparently involved more adventures than simply finishing her decree.
Being honest with myself, I could barely look at the tub, let alone use it, because every time I tried, I flashed back on what I had seen. More embarrassingly, I got just as hard from the memories as I had that day watching, and always retreated to my den- my son's former bedroom- to relieve my frustration. I always chose the den because it felt wrong to use the marital bedroom, and the mature trees screened the windows from the neighbours.
I often thought of selling the house, and moving to a condo, but that all changed once Rod and Janey moved in next door.
Still, it shocked and saddened me to arrive home one day to see the local arborist removing several large elms from the neighbour's yard. Once they were done, I had an unobstructed view from the den into their back yard, though thankfully I still was screened from seeing into their bedroom. I say thankfully, because Janey tended to work in the kitchen, or relax in the living room, wearing just filmy jammies, or tank tops with short shorts. She had a well rounded figure, and no tan lines that could see. I found myself getting stiff for the first time since the divorce while thinking about something other than my wife in that hot tub. The involuntary erections were awkward and embarrassing, or at least they would be if anybody was around to see them.
I tried relieving my hardness in the shower, or the bedroom, even in the basement family room, but after all the months of leaning back in that desk chair, I was only comfortable in the den. So I rationalized that if I was carefully, and leaned back where I could not see Janey, she could not see me either.
During one of those episodes, I carefully leaned forward in the midst of stroking to see what Janey was doing. She was in the kitchen, slicing a nice ripe mango. She paused, lifted a slice to her lips and daintily chewed the flesh. My cock pulsed in my palm as I watched a droplet of juice fall onto the exposed top curve of her left tit. She put her knife down long enough to run her fingertip along that trail, and then she licked the finger clean. In my brain, she was sucking a cock, but suddenly I was confused - was it Rod's cock I imagined her sucking, or mine?
Just then, Rod entered behind her. He was bare-chested, wearing only a well worn pair of workout shorts. I could see the weight of his cock growing as he watched his sexy wife from behind. It was apparent that he was wearing no underwear.
Janey seemed unaware that Rod was there, until he nuzzled up tight behind her. Totally forgetting my rule about hanging back, I leaned closer to my window, hoping to see more. Rod's huge hands easily cupped Janey's melon-like boobs. He kneaded them gently, slowly grinding his hips against her butt. I knew that his manhood must be swelling, straightening, filling the cleft of her cheeks, as he tweaked her already erect nipples. Janey put the knife down, lifted another chunk of mango to her lips, half of it clenched in her teeth, the remainder jutting out of her mouth. She twisted, her butt rotating against his hardness.
I watched, my hand slowly stroking my shaft, as Janey rose up on her toes and Rod leaned forward, their mouths meeting, sharing the succulent fruit. I saw the juice coat Rod's chin, dribbling down onto his pumped pectorals. I could not tell if Janey's cleavage received a similar anointing, though I imagined it had.
Finishing the fruit, Janey turned more, allowing me just a brief glimpse of the enormous tent in her hubby's shorts. She proceeded to lick mango off of Rod's chest while Rod's hands found her ass, and then roamed up her flanks to again massage her tits. My pee slit was gaping by that point, so I slowed my movements, not wanting to climax, in case Rod was about to lift Janey up on the cutting board to fuck her right there in the kitchen. I was rewarded by the sight of him tugging her top down, freeing her tits to his lips. I pumped great gobs of goo into my fist as I observed that she had no tan lines on her chest, and that her hard nipples were both puffy and long, like tiny brown thumbs.
I was momentarily disappointed about exploding without seeing them fuck, but it turned out I did not miss much. Janey wrapped those long tan legs around her hubby's thighs. Rod lifted her off the counter while still sucking her nubbins. With his muscular arms wrapped around her, he carried her out of the room. I had no doubt that they were headed to the bedroom to fuck, and I regretted the lack of a view.
Over the next few weeks, I saw little of the neighbours, but jerked off regularly both to the recollection of what I had seen, and the imagination of what I might have missed. During this time, workers came and went, first excavating a hole, then installing a drain, pouring cement, then a liner, and finally, finishing off the kidney shaped pool that almost filled the backyard next door. With the screen of trees having been removed, I had a clear view of the entire pool, including the apron around it. I smiled every time I recalled the note that promised an invitation to the pool party, but then often wondered whether actually meeting Rod and Janey might ruin my fantasy life. What if they were friendly, but no more, or just totally into each other?
One of the nights during the construction, I was working on my online banking, when I noticed Janey, dressed in a sheer camisole and lacy boy shorts, enter the dark kitchen. She turned on only the tiny work light by the stove, but I had a perfect view of her perfect ass as she bent to a low cupboard to grab a giant mixing bowl. She glanced around nervously, causing me to slink back in my chair, but I decided that she was not aware of me but just nervous, as she crossed to the living room, opened a trunk that sat by the couch, and extracted a block wrapped in plastic. Sure enough, Janey proceeded with swift assurance to bake brownies. My online work was forgotten as I toyed with my rapidly swelling member, as I enjoyed watching her breasts flow under her silky camisole. I risked everything by opening my window when I noticed that Janey had slid her patio door open for a bit for ventilation. Sure enough, the pungent odour mixed with the chocolate sweetness confirmed that she was baking brownies that were special indeed.
My daring movement was not detected, because Janey left the kitchen. A minute later, Rod came down the stairs, in the same shorts he had been wearing on what I thought of as the "mango morning." They snuggled on the couch. By the glow in the room, I figured they were watching a movie, though they were so busy snuggling I bet neither knew much about the plot. Watching them make out kept me aroused, but I still only toyed with my organ, not fully jacking off. About fifteen minutes passed and Janey suddenly jumped up to take the baking out of the oven. Two sets of eyes feasted on her ass as she walked with exaggerated hip motion. I noticed that Rod's manhood again filled his shorts nicely, and he hefted the weight into a more comfortable position as he watched his wife teasing him.
While the brownies cooled, they made out more than they watched the movie, but stayed fully clothed. Immediately upon her return to the couch, Janey rubbed Rod's fatness. I froze, wondering whether I was about to see her extract that cock and suck it right before my eyes. Instead, she swivelled her body, throwing her leg across his body, and started to dry hump him as they kissed. This continued , and I stroked myself to full hardness. Time had no meaning to me, but Janey was not totally lost in the moment, even as Rod nibbled her earlobe. She sprang smoothly up off his lap and swiftly strode back to the kitchen, where the brownies had cooled enough to slice. I feasted on the view of her diamond hard nubs straining against her top, and admired how Rod's erection almost poked out the elastic waistband of his shorts.
They playfully shared nibbles of intoxicating baking, still paying scant attention to the movie. I slowed my stroking, hoping to see some heavy petting or even fucking. Janey rewarded me by using her free hand to cup Rod's bulge, and she licked a streak of chocolate off his chin, but soon the brownie was finished, and I was not.
