This story was written for the super-sexy CEFrenchman. He was the lucky winner of my second custom story contest. Check my thread "Bernadette's Boudoir" in the playground to see his excellent entry. Frenchman's idea was so steamy that I got carried away. I hope everyone (especially my tasty CEFrenchman) feels that I've over-delivered!
-Bernadette
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"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Helena asked. Her dark hair framed the bright, umber eye that was currently peering through a telescope aimed out her bedroom window. She was hunched low, enveloped in her forest green terrycloth bathrobe. The darkness of the room clung to the gentle curves of her form. Only the light coming from the top floor of the neighboring house illuminated her exquisite face in geometric stripes and sections. The breath in her lungs caught reflexively as she felt the man approach her from behind.
"If she didn't want us to watch, wouldn't she have closed her blinds?" Charles answered. It was Helena's husband that had suggested that she spy on their neighbor. At first, she was quite annoyed to know that Charles had been looking into another woman's bedroom, but some minor cajoling had convinced her to see what had her husband all hot and bothered for herself.
It was just the previous night that Helena found herself glancing out the window. The neighbor woman was a vision. A slim waist tapered down into the parabolic swell of hyper-feminine thighs, her legs were long and lean yet well-toned as if they belonged to a runner or swimmer. The breasts, well, the breasts she couldn't see. The woman wore a clingy white tank-top with her stiff nipples poking through. Helena's eyes glanced over the neighbor's black thong and flicked upwards to the porcelain-white face haloed by a wavy blonde cascade of hair.
Helena could feel the growing pin-pricks of panic. Was she gazing too long? Could the other woman see her watching her? Why was her husband looking at this woman? Soon, the woman's form left the frame. That night the couple made love as gently and slowly asthey seldom had in their twenty-year relationship. They gently caressed each other through multiple orgasms, then fell asleep in each other's arms.
***
As the sun crept through that same bedroom window, Helena had a few pointed questions for her husband. "Why the HELL were you peeping on another woman? How long has it been? Have you been masturbating to her?" Helena felt understandingly betrayed, but what hurt her the most was the thought that her husband found another woman's body preferable to her own. They may have been married for several years, but Helena prided herself on her ability to still turn her husband Charles on."
Charles bristled at his wife's words. He felt a wave of anger rise in his chest. He hated to feel scolded by his wife, he was a grown man and he didn't appreciate being condemned before he could even explain. The pain in his wife's eyes evaporated Charles' ire. "Honey, I swear it's not like that." Charles took his wife by the hand. She did not meet his gaze, but she did not release his hand either. "Her window was wide open, I noticed that she was naked, and I looked away immediately. That would have been that, but she kept doing it, night after night. I tried not to look. But I could have sworn she was masturbating some of the time. One night, I hid behind the door, opening it just enough to see out the window. There she was, definitely rubbing her pussy. I was sure she couldn't see me there, but she spread her legs wider and toward up at our room. I wanted you to see so I'd know if I was going crazy."
"Likely story." Muttered Helena.
"Look, honey." Replied Charles. "You know you're the only person I'm interested in that way. I fantasize sometimes, but you're the only one for me in real life."
Helena turned to look at her husband, the steel in her eyes had waned, though her mouth was still a tight slit in her gorgeous face. "So, you DO fantasize about other women? Other Blonde women?"
Charles felt his anger rise again. Swallowing, he bid it depart. "Of course Honey, sometimes. Don't you?
Helena sat in silence. Charles couldn't read her expression and that fact alone scared him more than any tirade his wife could ever unleash upon him. Helena's full lips began to tremble, slowly curling into a smile. "Only when we watch our 'Lois and Clark DVDs."
The couple collapsed in a fit of giggles. Charles delighted at the joy in his wife's eyes. It never occurred to him that the crazy jilling lady next door could bother Helena so much. He decided then and there to leave their blinds drawn for a few weeks, then she'd get the message. When wife and husband's laughter subsided into tingles and aching sides, Charles said, "I think I proved last night who I think the sexiest woman on Earth is."
"I'd say so." Said Helena with a wicked grin. "But YOUR making breakfast!"
***
A few days passed lazily while the blinds of Helena and Charles' bedroom window remained closed. It was Helena whose curiosity got the better of her fist. One evening as Charles was showering for dinner, Helena found herself thinking of the neighbor. Every fiber of her being told her not to touch the blinds, but she felt drawn to it like a mariner lost at sea is drawn to a low gibbous moon. The tiny hairs on her neck and arms prickled with tension as she tiptoed closer to god knew what. Helena assured herself that the strange woman could not possibly be there, and most certainly she wasn't masturbating for her... for whoever might be watching her.
Helena jumped as she heard a creak behind her. Sharply exhaling an alarmed breath she could not recall drawing, Helena heard the tell-tale pop of the bedroom heater kicking on. She was terrified that her husband would catch her near the window, but the torrential whoosh of the showerhead continued unabated. Helena ran her lithe fingers across the blinds, willing herself not to move them aside. She wondered how it even happened as she found herself peeking behind it. There the blonde woman was, a resplendent image, spread-eagled with her eyes closed and her hand between her legs. She was completely nude, her proud breasts heaving with every agonizing thrill of self-pleasure.
The room began to elongate as Helena's eyes locked on the blurred hand of her neighbor. The blonde's hair was down and carelessly draped across her shoulders, her fingers strumming her pussy like a mandolin virtuoso. Helena found her own hand drifting to the growing heat between her legs. Her now-ragged breaths slowly synching with the woman across the yard. It was like a dance, tensing muscles and electric thrills connected the two women's bodies though they stood easily a dozen yards apart. Helena could feel her orgasm building at the base of her pubic bone. Squeezing her eyes shut and bucking her hips softly, Helena rode her fingers to wave after climactic wave. When she had regained her composure, Helena's eyes met those of the other woman. Frozen still in horror, Helena watched a broad, knowing smile creep across the blonde's flushed face. Knowing for certain that she had been caught Helena fled the bedroom.
***
Charles was basking in the warm caress of the shower's stream. His mind wandered back to the night that he and his wife made passionate love after spying on their neighbor as it had so many times since. He saw in his mind's eye his wife's angelic face, twisted with lust, hovering a mere inch from his raging erection. Charles' memory conspired with the warmth of the water to coax his penis into a full salute. Letting out a deep grunt, Charles began to idly fondle himself. The silky skin that sheathed his steely manhood felt luxurious in his firm fist. Nudging his balls with his free palm, Charles heard the alarmed creek of the bathroom door. The shower curtain slid back, and Charles' wife was standing there tearing off her blouse and unhooking her white lace bra with one hand. Kicking off her skirt and panties, Helena knelt in the shower in front of her husband and replaced the hand on his balls with her mouth. Charles watched as his wife's pink lips encircled his testicles, her flicking tongue stirring the cum in his balls. Helena began to stroke her husband's cock while continuing to suck and lick his balls.
Helena was not slow or gentle, her need for her husbands thick, salty cum burned thirstily in her throat. Wild with desire, Helena began to dig her nails into her husband's ass. Her fluttering fingers snaked around to the bud of Charles asshole. Wresting his wife's wrist, Charles shooed his wife's questing hand away. Lacing his fingers into her luscious, dark hair, Charles began to thrust his cock into his wife's eager mouth. Helena freed herself from her husband's grasp and began furiously fingering her clit. Charles moaned, letting Helena know that he was on the razor's edge of orgasm. Replacing her mouth with her hand, Helena continued to furiously pump her husband's cock. Four strong spurts sent jets of cum falling from Charles' dick, mixing with the shower water to anoint his wife's hair. Helena sucked the rivulets of diluted cum off of Charles' cock as her own orgasm forced her legs slack. Kissing her husband on the lips, Helena gently lathered her husband up and rinsed him off in the massaging stream of hot water.
***
The next morning as the couple was getting ready for work, a gentle knock on the door shattered the quiet bustle. Helena rushed to close her bathrobe around her still-nude form as she answered the door. Seeing no one there, Helena shook her head in puzzlement. Perhaps the tweens down the street were playing a prank on them. Her eyes shifted down as she turned back toward the interior of her home. There was a note on the mat in a deep red envelope. Crouching to retrieve the mysterious piece of mail so as not to risk flashing passing motorist by bending, Helena opened the envelope. Unfolding the pristine, white parchment inside, she read:
This Saturday
