The Couple Next Door

"Oh my God! They're at it again."

Jenny moved up to stand beside her husband as he disbelievingly looked out of the window.

In the middle of the next door's lawn, clear as day, Mrs Applebaum was crouching, completely naked, on all fours, being ploughed hard from behind by Mr Applebaum.

"I mean it's completely shameless. They must know we can see them," David spluttered.

Jenny wondered how much of his outrage was feigned for her benefit. He must have noticed that Mrs Applebaum was an extremely attractive woman. There was certainly no missing her large round breasts swaying in front of her as her husband railed her.

"They might not know we can see them. After all, the wall.. it is pretty high" Jenny reasoned.

"It's clearly not high enough, is it?"

The Jones's house and the Applebaums' had once been a single very large property, before some enterprising soul had rather inelegantly divided it into two smaller, but admittedly still pretty sizeable, separate ones.

A very high wall ran around their joint property and a slightly smaller and later wall divided the two gardens. The activities in the Applebaums' garden would have been completely invisible to anyone outside the main wall.

They would also have been invisible from the Jones's own garden or even the ground floor of their house. They were, however, fully on view from David and Jenny's bedroom window.

"I mean, are they going to keep this up all summer?"

Jenny and David had moved in the previous Autumn. They had had absolutely no issues with the Applebaums to begin with. They pretty much kept themselves to themselves but any interaction between the two couples had been friendly and unproblematic.

That had changed when the weather had got hot about a month ago. The Applebaums clearly had a thing for al fresco lovemaking. They seemed to be at it every fine day. There had been a lot of fine days.

"Probably," Jenny said resignedly.

"It's disgusting," David harrumphed.

Jenny couldn't help wondering why, if he was so disgusted, he was still watching. And what was he even doing up in their room in the middle of the afternoon?

Was this turning him on? It was hard to see how it wasn't. There was no doubt that the Applebaums were a very good looking couple and that their lovemaking looked both passionate and full of athletic prowess.

Not that David would ever admit to anything like that to her. Mind you, she wasn't about to admit how much it turned her on either. She certainly wasn't going to admit to having actually got herself off the day before when David was off at the golf club, as she had watched Mrs Applebaum riding her husband's impressively large penis.

It had been with a certain rueful regret that Jenny couldn't help but notice that Mr Applebaum was considerably better endowed than her own husband. It had felt a little disloyal to make the comparison but it was unavoidable. Still Mrs Applebaum's breasts were much larger and rounder than hers, so she guessed it went both ways.

Was David getting hard? Jenny glanced down at her husband's crotch but it was impossible to tell from the angle she was standing at.

What was undeniable though was that the night after the first time they had seen the Applebaums having sex, David had come onto her with unusual determination and taken her much more vigorously than usual.

It had been quite thrilling.

David had never been a particularly passionate lover and after only two years of marriage, their sex life was already pretty intermittent and disappointing.

If the Applebaums could help reinject some vigour into proceedings, Jenny was all in favour of that. Hopefully he would take her like that tonight too.

"Someone should do something."

"Like what? I can't see that it's a police matter and the council can hardly be bothered to do the things they are meant to to."

"That's true enough," he conceded darkly.

David had written several strong emails about the potholes on the road outside but all to no avail.

"Well, maybe I should say something," he mused.

"Like what: Lovely weather we're having this time of year, Mr Applebaum. Would you mind awfully trimming the leylandii and by the way did you know Mrs Jones and I can see you banging your wife from our bedroom window."

"Really, Jenny. They don't have any leylandii. More's the pity"

He paused as if to say more but then his thoughts seemed to trail off, distracted by the scene outside.

"Absolutely disgusting," he said again more quietly, his eyes glued to the pair who from the vigour of their thrusting were close to climax.

"Really, David, I'm not quite sure I see the big deal."

"Jenny!"

He turned his eyes from the copulating couple on the grass to look at his wife in disbelief.

"You do realise, we can see them right there, actually having sex, right before our eyes?"

"Of course, David, I'm not blind."

"And that doesn't disgust you. THAT.." he turned to look at the pair as Mr Applebaum thrust hard into wife in a way that indicated he was almost certainly coming inside her, "... doesn't disgust you."

"They are married, David. Married couples are allowed to have sex, you know." If he picked up on the implied rebuke he ignored it. "And they are on their own property."

"But we can see them, Jenny. We can SEE them."

"Well, just don't look then."

Something about his small mindedness and hypocrisy was really starting to annoy her. It was only her sense of her own hypocrisy that stopped her going further.

"But what if we'd had guests. My parents could be here, Jenny. My MOTHER."

"So?"

"So?" He almost exploded at her, his eyes starting out with disbelief as he stared at her (missing the Applebaums disengage and start to make their way back to the house).

"Well, this is really the only room you can see them from and no guests are going to come in here, are they? We know we can't hear them."

The third time they'd seen them, David had made Jenny keep watching to check they didn't stop while he ran downstairs to see if he could hear anything from the garden.

Jenny had both watched with arousal as the Applebaums fucked like pornstars in their garden and with contemptous amusement as David had messed around in the bushes trying to put his ear to the wall.

Maybe it was some freak of acoustics to do with the thickness of the walls and the bushes or maybe they simply weren't very vocal but David had had to reluctantly admit, he couldn't hear anything.

"You mean, we haven't heard anything, YET, Jenny. And just the thought of having my mother mere feet away from such ... depravity."

"Depravity? Isn't that a bit strong."

"No, Jenny. This is England and there are standards and THAT ..."

He indicated to the now empty garden, "Oh, they've stopped."

"You sound disappointed, David."

"Oh Jenny, you really can be impossible sometimes," he harrumphed, storming off.

David did not take her that night. Probably to make a point or because he was cross with her.

Jenny was annoyed with him too, but she would have welcomed his advances nonetheless. She had an ache inside that she longed to have him help her with. She could have turned and moved her body up to his to show him she wanted him but somehow didn't feel able to.

So instead she just lay there in the darkness, wet and aching and unsatisfied.

She wondered whether David had already taken care of himself. She pictured him stroking himself as he thought about the way Mrs Applebaum's big tits jiggled as she fucked.

It turned her on to think about David touching himself like that. She assumed he must masturbate, he was a man, but if so, he was ever so discrete and there was never any evidence.

She thought about coming home to find him naked on their big double bed, wanking his hard prick. It made her feel hornier than ever.

It wasn't just her husband's cock she was fantasising about though. She couldn't stop thinking about Mr Applebaum.

What would it feel like, having something like that inside you? David was the only man she'd ever been with. In her inexperience, she had initially assumed his penis was massive. It had certainly felt enormous in her mouth that first fateful night at university, but in the years since she had come to believe it was average at best.

Not like Mr Applebaum.

But then, they were average people she reasoned. Jenny was a thoroughly average woman who had to be satisfied with an average man with his average penis.

Men like Mr Applebaum, men with cocks like Mr Applebaum's, didn't fuck women like Jenny. They fucked women like Mrs Applebaum.

Maybe this was what enraged her husband so much. The Applebaums' display of virile perfection just rubbed the Jones's faces in their own mediocrity.

But did they have to be so mediocre? They weren't even thirty yet but already they seemed like a much older couple. The Applebaums were probably ten years older but had a much more youthful air about them.

And Jenny could have put up with David's mediocrity much more easily if he would simply give it to her more often. She might not have a body quite like Mrs Applebaum's but it was made for fucking in the same way.

And she wasn't bad looking, her body was slim and her breasts, though small, were pert, and her pussy was wet and made to get fucked.

God, her pussy was wet. She very gently slipped a finger under her nighty and felt the aching wet mess between her legs. It needed a cock inside it so bad but her fingers would have to do.

Making sure not to make a sound, she slipped a finger under her knickers and rubbed it over her slippery clit.

David moved next to her. She paused and held her breath with her finger inside herself. Was he asleep? Had he realised she was getting herself off?

She realised that she had no idea how he would react if he caught her in the act. Once, it would have turned him on, she was sure. In their early days together, he had once asked to watch her touch herself. She regretted now turning him down.

But now? Now, she was pretty sure it would anger him, but she couldn't be quite sure why. She knew though that she didn't want to take the chance, didn't want him cutting in on her private pleasures.

His breathing seemed deep and regular. He must just have turned over in his sleep.

Jenny didn't want to chance It. She gently slipped out from under the sheets and made her way to the bathroom, moving gingerly to be as silent as possible.

She avoided the en suite for the main bathroom, she wanted to be as far from David as possible.

Once she had the bathroom door shut and locked behind her, she breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, a mousey woman in a white nightgown looked back at her.

Jenny let the nightgown fall to the floor. Then she pushed her knickers down too. She wasn't bad, she thought. She wasn't Mrs Applebaum but she wasn't bad. She was still slim and her tits, though small, were perky and shapely.

She thought about Mrs Applebaum's huge knockers though and felt herself getting wet again.

What would it be like having tits like that? Knowing herself, she would probably wear clothes that hid them completely but she imagined walking down the street with huge tits in a low cut top, all the men staring and getting turned on. The sort of tits men liked to wank over.

Had any man ever got off thinking about her? Had David? She doubted it. She was sure plenty of men thought about Mrs Applebaum as they touched themselves. The thought made her hot and jealous and horny.

She imagined David getting himself off. She thought about the scene earlier but this time she pictured David just admitting how horny it made him and getting his cock out and stroking it.

Jenny's fingers were running over her clit now. She couldn't tell if she was more turned on picturing the Abblebaums' fucking or David wanking himself off watching them.

She fingered herself feverishly, images of David's hard cock, Mr Applebaum's bigger cock and Mrs Applebaum's big tits racing through her mind. As she came she imagined David making himself come as he watched Mr Applebaum pounding Jenny hard from behind.

When Jenny got back to bed, David wasn't there. The door to the en suite was closed. She paused outside and could very faintly hear a sound of muffled rustling. She crept back to bed and pretended to be asleep when David made his own furtive way back to her side.

To be continued...