After having looked into the house across the road and watched the couple fucking, I received a note from them letting me know that they knew I was watching them, but that they had enjoyed it!
It was hot, humid, weather, and they had left their windows open and their curtains drawn back to try and get some air moving, and I had watched them through binoculars as they fucked. Apart from the surprise, and embarrassment, of realising they knew I was watching them, I was staggered that they were happy to repeat the situation, but had suggested that I leave my lights on, so they could see me!!
The action had taken place at the weekend so I had a few days to digest the note and consider what I should do, before the next weekend. I was shocked that they knew I had been watching them and couldn't work out how they knew, as I had left my lights off. My initial reaction was to disappear, or at least draw my curtains tight and never look again, but the more I thought about it, I slowly came to the view that at least I would get another show, and I didn't have to have my lights on, but if I wanted the fun to continue then perhaps I should go along with it. I turned this over and over and over in my mind during the week and really didn't know what to do, but come the weekend I finally decided to do it.
To do it -- but what to 'do'? I figured that if they wanted to see me, they wanted to see more than the top half, so I got the small folding steps from the kitchen that I used to reach the top shelves, as I could sit on those and be above window sill height, but still not visible from the street below. I waited for Sunday evening and could see their light was on, the windows open and the curtains drawn back, but there was no sign of anybody yet. I drew my curtains open and turned on the light to show I had got the message.
I set up the binoculars on the clothes airer as before and looked through to their room. They had re-arranged it a bit as the settee was central, facing me and there was a small side table by the window with something on it, but I couldn't work out what. I made sure that I was ready with everything to hand -- I had the condom pack with two left in it, a box of tissues in case there was any mess, and to be safe, I put a towel on the floor to cover the carpet.
As I was looking, the woman came into the room wearing her bra and pants. It was a different bra, bigger, but not as tight, so her breasts moved as she walked about, which she continued to do, and I just ogled those gorgeous wobbling mammaries. Her pants were white and quite brief which didn't leave much to the imagination, especially as I had seen the big black bush inside them.
Eventually she sat down on the settee and started to read a magazine. Her husband came into sight wearing only a very brief pair of pants that clearly showed the big bulge at the front. He stood talking to the woman for a while and then he started feeling himself, sliding his hand over the bulge which got noticeably bigger. She put her hand up to feel the bulge and stroked it and rubbed it while she looked up and talked to him.
After a couple of minutes the bulge had got almost too much to be contained by his pants, and looking down at it she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and pulled the pants right down and he kicked them off. As his cock was liberated it sprung out and almost hit her face. It was almost fully hard and stood out from his body before hanging thickly down. She took it in her hand and started to wank it with long, slow, gentle strokes, running her hand from the base, with its mat of pubic hair, all the way up to the tip. I could see this time he was circumcised and the pointy head was clearly visible.
Having got him up to full stiffness she admired his masculine meat for a moment, and then lowered her mouth down on to it. She closed her mouth around the helmet and sucked greedily on it and then she pushed her head down and I watched as his manhood slowly disappeared inside her mouth until she had swallowed most of it. He was clearly enjoying being sucked and put one hand behind her head to encourage her to take more of him in.
Neither of them seemed to pay any attention to me as I stood at the window watching them, with my light on. I was getting really horny by this time, just through watching them, and my cock was straining to get out of my pants. Making sure again that I couldn't be seen from the road I started to undress. As a striptease it left a lot to be desired, but slowly I removed my trousers and shirt so I was standing there in my pants. Again I looked over the road but they were engrossed in the oral sex and paid no attention to me, so I pushed my pants down to release my cock and it sprang up as soon as it was released. I dropped my pants to the floor and kicked them off and stood there naked, in front of the window, stroking my cock.
My cock was good and stiff and I slipped a hand under to feel my balls. They felt big and heavy, as despite getting a hard-on every time I recalled the action of the previous weekend I had resisted, with difficulty, the desire for a handjob, preferring to wait for the next round, so my balls were heavy with stored sperm just waiting to be released. I was really horny by then, no, more than that, I was worked up and my mind was closed to the ordinary minutiae of life, as my conscious world was in my hands, my erection, my full balls. A noise outside the house brought me round and I looked up but I was still hidden from the pavement and road below. I looked across the road to see her still sucking his big cock as I was stroking my own in full view of them.
I stood there in front of the window, stark naked, watching the action through the binoculars. She took his erection out of her mouth and sat back on the settee. He reached down and unfastened her bra and took it off, allowing her big breasts to tumble down onto her chest, the big areolas standing out, and through the binoculars I could see her nipples were big and hard and prominent. He bent down and sucked each of them in turn, drawing the hard peaks into his mouth while fondling the fleshy mounds with his hands. Judging by the way she threw her head back she was enjoying the treatment and I saw her hand move down to her knickers and slide under the waistband. I watched her hand as it slid along her pussy, playing with herself.