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I never should have bought the house—at least not according to my father. He'd never been a fan of the suburbs, saying the neighborhoods were too cookie-cutter, too cramped. It made him think of sardines in a can, one home packed against another with barely a scrap of lawn in between. He wasn't entirely wrong, of course, but I'd already fallen in love with the little blue house, and nothing he said could convince me otherwise. Within the week, I'd signed the deed and was slated to move in the first week of July.
That's when I first met the Bakers.
They lived next door in a home nearly identical to my own. Chris was tall, dark-haired, and well-muscled. He had the brightest blue eyes I'd ever seen and a wicked grin. Angie, his wife, was a bubbly blonde with an hourglass figure I envied. While my breasts were by no means small, hers were large enough to strain against every top she wore. I suppose God really did have favorites.
In truth, I liked the Bakers and was glad to have them nearby. Chris had kindly offered to help me move in, and Angie had dropped off home-cooked meals until I was truly settled. Privacy, however, was an entirely different matter.
I often wondered if the architect who'd designed our homes had been a voyeur. Without a hedge or fence between us, several of my windows looked directly into the Bakers'. Three to be exact: one in the kitchen, one in my bedroom, one in the upstairs bath (for what reason I did not know). To make things worse, there were no drapes. The ones I'd ordered had been delayed in transit—yet again. So, I'd spent the last few weeks awkwardly averting my eyes, trying to afford them as much privacy as possible. Not that the Bakers seemed to mind—they'd been living here for years and had never bothered to put any up.
This morning, however, was the last straw.
A full
three hours
before my alarm was set to go off, I woke to the sun streaming through my open window. "Fucking hell," I groaned, trying—and failing—to fall back asleep. "I'll go and buy the fucking curtains myself." Forcing myself out of bed, I strode to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and wrangled my mass of dark curls into a ponytail. Then, cursing shipment delays, I made my way downstairs for some coffee. That's when I saw them.
The window above my kitchen sink allowed for an unobstructed view directly into the Bakers' ground floor. Frozen in shock, I watched as Angie laid back on their dining room table, completely naked. Her long, blonde hair fell off her shoulders, brushing along her exposed back. I couldn't help but stare as she kneaded her breasts with her hands, tugging at her rosy nipples. Chris stood between her legs, equally nude, his large cock resting on his wife's taunt lower abdomen. He thrust lazily, his shaft sliding back and forth along her creamy skin. As his cock moved over her clit, Angie writhed beneath him on the table, her thigh shivering.
And that's when he saw me.
The moment our eyes locked, all the blood drained from my face. I gasped, my hand flying up to cover my mouth. I tried to turn, to run, but I found myself unable to move. We just continued to stare at one another, his blue eyes boring into my mine.
Then, without breaking eye contact, he smiled and gripped the base of his cock. Watching me as intently as I watched him, he re-positioned himself at his wife's center and entered her in a single, powerful stroke. As Angie closed her eyes in ecstasy, head dropping back, Chris mouthed a single word:
Watch.
So I did.
He fucked her brutally, fingers digging into her hips as he pounded into her. Their entire dining table shook with the force of his thrusts, and I imagined that I could hear Angie's cries through the walls. A few times, he lowered his lips to his wife's bare breasts, sucking her puffy, pink nipples into his mouth. Each time, his gaze would find mine...as though promising I'd be next. I couldn't tell if it had been minutes or hours by the time he finally came, spraying his seed in hot bursts across her stomach, chest, and face. He then kissed her, eyes locked on mine, before carrying her away into another room.
I stood there a moment longer, trying to come to terms with what I'd just seen. My panties were drenched, my pussy aching, and I didn't make it all of two steps before touching myself. As my fingers danced across my swollen clit, I came hard in front of the window. My eyes squeezed shut as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. When I finally reopened them, I found Chris once more standing across the way, a knowing gleam in his eyes.
The rest of the day passed in a blur. I could barely concentrate on anything. Each time I tried, images of Angie's breasts or Chris' cock would spring to mind, leaving me breathless and aroused. Shaken by my reaction, I rushed to the store as soon as I got off work. There were only two sets of blinds in stock, and none in the size I needed for my bathroom. I bought both anyway and hung them up as soon as I arrived back home. Part of me (more than I would like to admit) protested the action, but I ignored it. I couldn't—
wouldn't
—spy on them again. Even if that's what he (they?) wanted.
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A few days later...
Half a bottle of wine and a romantic comedy later, I stood under the spray of the shower as I readied myself for bed. Washing the last of the shampoo from my hair, I rinsed the soap from my skin and toweled dry before stepping out naked onto the cold tile.
There was no fan in the bathroom, so I cracked open the window to let some the humidity out. As the steam slowly leeched from the room, I watched my reflection appear in the mirror. My tanned skin was flushed from the heat of the shower, my lips stained and brown eyes bright from the wine. My stomach was flat and toned, the skin of my round, full breasts paler and bordered by tan lines. Admiring myself for a moment, I traced a finger over my pebbled nipples and down over my smooth, bare cunt. Just as I was about to explore further, a deep, masculine groan sounded behind me. I stiffened, too scared to turn around.
As the rest of the steam cleared from the mirror, I could see reflected in it the window behind me. The Bakers had theirs cracked open as well and sounds of pleasure carried out across the short distance. Curtain-less, it allowed unobstructed access into their bedroom, where Angie currently kneeled, taking Chris deep into her throat. Her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft as she blew him, her cheeks hollowing out with every delicious suck and pull. Chris shuddered as she swallowed him entirety, one hand wrapped around her ponytail, the other cupping her jaw, fingers extending to wrap around the base of her head.
Heat and desire surged through me as I watched, unable and unwilling to look away. Tears ran down Angie's face as she gagged, bracing her hands against Chris' thighs as he began to thrust. Faster and faster, he used her mouth like a toy, hips snapping forward brutally as he fucked her throat. Angie's eyes rolled back in pleasure, and she reached one hand down to rub circles over her clit. I could hear her muffled moans joining his, as I mirrored her, touching myself to the two of them. I tried to keep quiet as I pushed my fingers into my wetness, sinking them into my tight pussy. Harder and harder, I pushed myself closer to the edge as Angie's orgasm overtook her. She cried out around her husband's thick shaft, body quaking with the force of her pleasure. I came as soon as Chris' hips began to jerk, whimpering as he found his release, cumming down Angie's throat. She swallowed hungrily, not spilling a drop, cleaning his dick with her tongue as soon as he removed it. Before I could hide, she turned towards me and winked.
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A week later, I received a text message from Angie. She was busy re-doing her wardrobe and asked if I'd like to stop by and go through some of her clothes. I was more than happy to say yes, and she let me inside before stepping out to run some errands.
I found her closet easily enough. It was located upstairs inside their bedroom, and Angie had tacked a note to the door instructing me to take anything I liked. I hadn't been there more than 15 minutes or so when I heard two sets of feet coming up the stairs. My heart began thudding in fear—there was no way that Angie could be home already. She'd just left! My pulse slowed a bit, however, when I heard Chris' voice ring out, followed by a soft, feminine giggle.
As the couple drew nearer, I pulled the door of the closet shut, praying they'd go elsewhere. No dice. They entered the bedroom with the unmistakable sound of kissing and discarded clothes. My mind stumbled to a halt—was Chris having an affair? Cracking the door open, I peered out to see...Chris' face buried between Angie's thighs? He nuzzled his face into her dripping cunt, licking her juices as he parted her pussy lips with his fingers, fucking her with his tongue. I felt myself getting wet as I watched, wondering what it would feel like to be in her place.
"You taste so good, baby," Chris murmured. "Such a sweet fucking cunt you have." He was sucking on her clit now, hands pinning Angie's legs wide open. Her hips jerked wildly as she came, screaming his name. The closet suddenly felt too hot, and I removed my clothes without thinking. Naked, I touched myself as Chris laid on the bed next to his wife, her hand massaging his growing erection.
"Your dick is throbbing," Angie teased him. "Tell me, what're you thinking about?"
"You," Chris grunted. But Angie only shook her head.
