I live in a normal suburban neighbourhood surrounded by mostly younger families. My name is Chuck and I live alone, divorced many years ago. O the one side of my house lives a new couple with their three kids, I only know them to say hello on the other side lives Pete and Tracy we have been friends for many years even though they are much younger than me. Pete travels a lot for his job so Tracy is left home alone quite often.
One sunny hot afternoon I happen to look out my upstairs window which overlooks Pete's backyard, Tracy was laying on a lounge chair sunbathing. I couldn't help but to stop and watch for a while, she is very attractive. At about 5'4" with dirty blond hair and a figure to die for she was a splendid sight laying there in her tiny string bikini. I couldn't resist and took out my smart phone to take a few pictures of the neighbourhood beauty. My Zoom feature gave me some very sexy shots of her.
To my surprise while I was focusing in on her a man appeared, it wasn't Pete, he proceeded to kiss her and explore her beautiful body with his hands. After a few minutes Tracy sat up and removed her bikini top allowing the man to caress her bare breasts while she massaged his crotch. As shocked as I was be what I was seeing I never stopped snapping pictures of the two of them. Soon afterwards they went inside I caught a glimpse of the man leaving a couple of hours later.
I sat there all evening trying to decide what to do after all Pete was a friend and he had always bragged about his beautiful, loving, faithful wife. I tossed and turn most of the night uncertain of how to deal with this and also having frequent flash visions of Tracy's perfect bare breasts. By morning I had decided that Pete had to know but I thought that I should at least warn Tracy that she had been caught. I sent an e-mail to Tracy with one of the revealing pictures.
Within a few minutes there was a knock at the door it was Tracy, she was pissed off at me. She called me an old pervert and a voyeur for spying on her I guess it was her way of deflecting the blame from herself. I invited her in and we began to talk about the situation she began to calm down and instead of being angry she was crying and pleading for me not to tell Pete. I explained that I felt that I had to because this was very similar to the situation many years ago between my ex wife and myself and I only wish that I had had a close enough friend to let me know what was going on behind my back.
Tracy went on about how she loved her husband but got lonely when he was away, I suggested that she get a pet. Tracy said that she had to go she had an appointment this afternoon that she must keep but would I please come over for dinner so that we could talk some more. Having no plans of my own I agreed. I almost felt guilty for checking out her sweet ass as she walked towards the door. She said that she would be home by four and that I could come over and we could have a couple of drinks while she prepared dinner.
My afternoon seemed to drag on as I waited for Tracy to return. I must admit that I kept wondering if she was gone to meet her secret lover for some afternoon sex. The mental image of her getting fucked really turned me on.