The house next door went up for sale when the old feller who had lived there 30 years got too old to take care of himself, and entered assisted living.
We live in fairly desirable neighborhood, and dozens of people showed up at the open house the following weekend. Since we're nosy—and who doesn't want a peek at how their neighbors live—we walked over to check it out. The realtors were practically rubbing their hands with glee: they were sure there were going to be multiple offers on the place (sure enough, there were more than 10). My wife Holly and I were more interested in who might be moving in. A young family, we hoped. There were enough retired folk in the area already. Holly is still in her 30s and I'm well over 40, but we are still one of the youngest couples on the street.
Secretly, I hoped that an attractive young couple would get the place. Or at least, an attractive woman. It's always nice when your neighbor is kind of hot: gives an extra reason to be neighborly. Don't get me wrong, Holly is the love of my life, and I think she is very sexy with her short blonde hair and pretty brown eyes, but it wouldn't hurt to look out every day at a neighbor who was easy on the eyes, would it?
Well, the offers went in and nothing happened for a long while. We had no idea which offer had been successful and who, therefore, had bought the house.
When a moving truck pulled up in front of the empty house next door two months later, I realized we were about to meet our new neighbors. Around the corner, following the truck, came a Lamborghini, which parked nearby and disgorged two passengers: a man and a woman, who both looked in their 30s. Seriously? I thought, a Lamborghini? To be fair, it was an older Lambo, and was maybe beat up a smidge, but still. A bit arrogant, I thought.
All thought of the car was, however, driven from my mind when the female passenger threw her hat back in her seat, shook out her long auburn hair and stepped out across across the street. Careful what you wish for: you might just get it. She had high breasts and given the way they were moving under her loose-knit top I'm pretty sure she wasn't wearing a bra. Her legs were long, but she didn't come across as skinny. Her hips had a nice sway as she walked.
"Ohhh, very niiice" said a voice in my ear. I jumped. It was Holly, who had joined me at the window. But she was assessing the gentleman, I realized, who I had completely ignored. Holly doesn't mind letting me know when she finds someone good-looking. It's always been a sort of spark in our marriage. I like that she notices.
And this guy was good-looking, I had to admit. And fit. He wore a collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and had unbuttoned one more button than I would have unbuttoned, but then his chest was pretty rugged so he had a good reason, I guess. On his wrist he wore what I immediately assumed was a Rolex. Perhaps it was older and beat up a smidge, I thought, uncharitably. He filled out a pair of dress pants all too well, and his shoes looked expensive. Holly grinned. "Hello Mr. Neighbor," she laughed. I laughed too.
***
In the weeks that followed, we got to know Annette and Seth a little better. When we brought over a home-made pie as a housewarming gift, they showed us the renovations they'd done to the place and we all talked a bit about ourselves. Seth, originally from Portugal, was planning to re-establish his medical practice here, while Annette worked for a biotech company. They had met at a symposium in Switzerland. We discussed the neighborhood, our hobbies, and probably the weather. I don't really remember, because my attention was mostly focused on Annette's cleavage. Her halter top was almost completely open in the back and featured a plunging neckline in the front. When she caught me looking, she just smiled, and I swear after that she even exaggerated her movements. I began to have thoughts about roughly tugging her top down and grabbing her firm breasts while her lips sought mine...
Meanwhile Holly got on well with both of them, talking a mile a minute, her face lit up with her infectious smile, her eyes animated and wide: she really does come alive in social situations. Seth annoyed me a little by constantly saying something like "Hey, come see this" and extending his hand to Holly's shoulder, arm, and once her back, to steer her in a new direction. However, since I was fantasizing about putting my hands on his wife's tits, I had no real cause for complaint. Some people are just more handsy than others, and I guessed Seth was one of those. He was European, after all.
They invited us for dinner the week following, and we naturally accepted. They stood in the doorway together and watched us depart, and after waving goodbye, Seth put his hand behind Annette and fondled her ass, while she turned and moved in close to kiss him, simultaneously closing the door. They meant for us to see that, I thought.
***
That night, as we got ready for bed, Holly went to close the drapes but when she got there she remarked "Oh!" in surprise. Not an unpleasant surprise, I surmised. She was looking out the window and at something not far off. As I hustled over to look for myself, it came to me that our bedroom window has a fairly decent view of the house next door. Certain parts of it, anyway. We'd come to ignore that fact since our former elderly neighbor had always kept the blinds shut in the rooms facing us, day and night.
There were no blinds this time. It was dark out, and their lamp was on, so we could see them well enough, framed by the rectangle of their large bedroom window. Annette was standing enfolded in Seth's arms, kissing him passionately. He was naked, she wore only a tiny pair of lacy underwear, and we couldn't see exactly what her hand was doing between them at groin level, but we could guess. From our point of view, it was impossible to miss the way the long hard muscles of his back came to an end just above the crease of his firm buttocks, how sinewy the backs of his thighs were, and the rippled hints of his abdominals when he moved.
Suddenly, Seth ripped down Annette's panties and spun her around. As he encircled her with one well-defined arm, he put his hand to her mound. She melted, leaned back into his chest and wantonly spread her legs, whereupon he slid his finger along her furrow a few times before putting it inside her. Although he partially blocked her from our view, we saw her cup her breasts in her hands and began to pull at her nipples while he finger-fucked her.
The tableau unfolded in silence, but I could hear Holly breathing hard, and I suddenly became aware that I had a full and complete erection. We turned to each other with wide eyes. "Turn off the light!" she hissed, pointing to the light, like I don't know where the light is.
"You don't need to whisper," I argued reasonably, "they're not going to hear us."
"Shhh!" she hissed. So I turned off the light, and even unplugged the night-light that keeps me from breaking my toe when I get up to go the bathroom in the middle of the night.
Back at the window, Annette and Seth moved from manual stimulation to oral sex, while we watched goggle-eyed. Annette got on her knees and took Seth in her mouth, then she stood and, pushing him down, guided his face to her pussy with both hands on the back of his head.
Eventually Seth could take it no more, I imagine, because he lifted Annette and threw her onto the bed. He dragged her over to the edge and took her doggy-style, firmly gripping her hips while driving into her with smoothly powerful strokes. In that moment I observed Holly watching him, his whole body taut and straining; saw her watching his ass, how it flexed and squeezed with each thrust, now deep and held for a moment, now fast and shallow; saw her watching the full sac of his testicles swing hypnotically back and forth.
Later that night I awoke to the stealthy sound of Holly's fast shallow breathing next to me and the almost imperceptible tremor of tiny repetitive movements.
***
Over the next few days, memories of the evening served as fuel for our sexual fantasies. In the heat of passion, I admitted that I found Annette attractive and that our voyeurism had been an epic turn-on. Holly in turn conceded that the sight of a muscular naked Seth excited her, and she fantasized about them watching us.
"You dirty girl," I teased. "That is so naughty, them watching us while we fuck." "Uh-huh" panted Holly.
***
When the appointed night arrived, we walked over and brought a bottle of wine, as you do. We felt a trifle awkward, since we had last seen our hosts in the most intimate circumstances possible. Seth answered the door, and Annette, out of sight, shouted hello to us from the kitchen. Seth shook my hand and then pressed a full glass into it, before proceeding to embrace Holly and kiss her on the cheek. He then took her hands and held her out at arm's length, admiring her.
"You look stunning," he said, much too earnestly. "I love your dress. Come in, come in."
