It was early. The sun had yet to rise. I couldn't sleep. It might have had to do with the knock-down, drag-out that I had with my son the night previous. I had thought about nothing else from the moment he stormed out to that very moment.
My wife had tried to talk him down, to no avail. I couldn't even remember what we had started fighting about but it had ranging well beyond that by the time he left.
I looked over at my wife, soundless sleeping, her face tender, her face peaceful. It was amazing to me that she could do something like that after the blow-up. She had a knack for calm. I was anything but. Opposite attract, I guess.
I looked out the window and saw the fire in the backyard across the street. My first impulse was to find the phone and dial 911. There was a fire across the street and it might threaten to engulf the house it was behind. Then I noticed three figures standing around it, tending to it with metal poles, stoking it with extra timber. I wondered why the fuck they were burning anything. It was seventy degrees outside. I had the window open and the smell of smoke drifted in every couple seconds. I was surprised that I hadn't smelled the woodsmoke before I saw the fire.
My eyes drifted away from that scene and immediately found another but it didn't register on me what I was looking at until I went back for a second look.
My neighbors, the ones that owned the house, were stretched out on the lawn. At least, the male neighbor was. The female neighbor was on top of him, her knees on either side of his hips. She was lifting and dropping herself again and again on his pelvis, dry-humping him.
I looked back at my wife, as if I was the guilty party here, as if I was the one cheating. She continued to sleep without fuss and I turned my attention back to what was happening outside.
The man reached up and attempted to fondle his girlfriend or wife (they had never introduced themselves; a different generation's doings, I guess) through her shirt but she slapped his hands away. He attempted a second, immediate grope and she slapped him across the face and said something that I didn't quite understand. But, from then on, he kept his hands to himself unless she requested otherwise.
I had never thought my neighbors this kinky. Never thought that she was the dominating type. She didn't look it when I first glimpsed her walking in with a box of something when they first moved in. Five foot nothing, pretty and young. She obviously had some skeletons in her closet, along with whips, handcuffs and nipple clamps, probably.
She kept dry-humping him and I could tell that he was getting hard and wanted to be inside of her. Mostly because I was getting hard. The woman took her time, ground her pelvis against his, her ass doing circles as she started to undo her shirt, a button at a time.
I looked up towards the figures standing around the fire. They either seemed not to notice what was going on or they were watching and doing to themselves what I was damn close to doing. They couldn't fail to notice the short blonde woman bouncing up and down in the side yard.
She had taken her shirt off by the time I looked back and tossed it aside. She had a skintone bra on and I didn't notice that fact until she reached back and unclasped it, slowly, taking her sweet time. I reached down and felt the hard-on through my pajamas.
I had never watched anything like this before. I'd been to strip clubs, seen plenty of naked women in my time, had sex with a number of them before I met my wife, before things went fucking crazy with all the diseases you could catch.
But I had never watched a neighbor, inside their own home, let alone outside, engaging in any sort of sexual activity.
I felt like God sitting up on a cloud looking down as I took it all in.
She was topless, still grinding into his pelvis with her own. I couldn't quite see her breasts, just the side of them as they swung freely as she kept at him. She reached down and pulled up his shirt. She must have ordered him to sit up and strip off his shirt because that's what happened next, without her doing a thing, except staying astride him.
Shirts off now, she kissing his chest while he kissed hers. I watched him take a breast in his hand and then he licked the nipple to hardness and bit on it gently. She pinched his nipples and bit him a bit harder than he had expected. I heard him cry out but she didn't care and he didn't dare to do anything.
With my erection harder than ever, I finally gave into my urge and dropped my pajama pants, standing in front of the window, naked from the waist down. I looked back at my wife and she'd rolled over so that she was facing the opposite direction. I watched and waited. If I had waited this long, I could wait until they were actually doing something. Meanwhile, I scanned the room for some kind of lubrication.
I remembered that Lily, my wife, had some KY in her underwear drawer and I kicked free of the pajama bottoms and walked over to the dresser. It was still there, thankfully and I attempted to shut the drawer without noise. I succeeded, for the most part, making just a bit of sound.
I went back to the window and I noticed that I had missed quite a lot. The guy was completely naked now and the woman was in her underwear, a thong that looked red or black or who knows what color it was. I found myself wondering how wet she was, how she might smell or how she might taste. It felt like I was cheating on Lily but I couldn't convince myself to turn away, stop this right now and go back to bed.
I poured some KY into my hand and let it sit there for a moment. The woman was still dry-humping her man, though I doubted, now that they were nearly completely unclothed, that it was dry any longer.
"Take it off," she said, loud enough for me to hear it from across the street. She lifted slightly and then the man's hands came up, pulled the slight fabric from the woman's hips and then pulled down. She moved a bit to allow him to get it off and they were both naked.
