A couple of days had passed since our little slip-up leaving the curtains open. Have you ever seen that commercial where the guy has this little car stuck to his forehead, and they talk about him having something “on his mind”? I guess you could say that I had something like a car stuck to my head. Only, this particular car had red curly hair, soft-full lips, and a butt and tits that threatened to disprove the concept of gravity.
It was Sunday morning and my wife and I were getting ready for church, as is our custom. As I stated before, Stacy belongs to the same religion. The only difference was that she attended a different location. Lucky for her, they meet in the afternoon, and so while we were getting ready in the early morning hours, I couldn’t help but enviously wish that I were still in bed. And then the thought came to me “…What if I weren’t in my bed? What if I found myself in Stacy’s bed? What would I do?”
Holy crap! Here I was getting ready for church and having thoughts of being in the same bed with my cousin. I wouldn’t be surprised if a bolt of lightening came down and struck me dead. I vigorously focused all of my attention on fixing my tie as Jewel walked into our bedroom.
“Hey there handsome. I never get over how yummy you look all dressed up”. She said this as she reached around me from behind and ran one hand across my chest and the other caressed my cock.
“Wow. Why are you so hard? Have you been thinking about me, huh?”
“It’s just that you look so amazing in that outfit,” I lied. Well, it wasn’t exactly a lie. She had a very tight-fitting blouse and skirt that left nothing to wonder about. But what else was I going to say. “Well, no honey. Actually I was thinking about seeing Stacy naked.” I’m sure you see my point here.
About five minutes later we were out the back door and heading to the car. I glanced one last time in the direction of Stacy’s window and practically fell flat on my face at what I saw. There she was in her bra and panties, reaching into her refrigerator. I had to exert every ounce of self-control that I possessed to pull my eyes away from that heaven-sent vision of perfection – especially since my wife was walking right behind me.
“Oh my gosh, Jason. Did you see Stacy standing there in her underwear? She’d be so embarrassed if she knew that we saw her. You did tell her that we can see into her window, right?”
“Of course I told her. I even mentioned that we put the curtains in ourselves so that she’d have more privacy. She just laughed and said that she didn’t mind either way.” I said this last little bit, hoping to see what Jewel’s reaction might be. I don’t know why, though. I guess it was just instinctive.
She just looked at me with surprise echoing in her eyes. We got in the car, started her up, and had driven the ten minutes to the church building before she responded.
“Do you think she likes being seen? I mean, I know that there are people out there that enjoy that sort of thing. Oh no! Jason! I just thought of something. You know how she might have seen us the other night? Well, what if she thinks that we’re the kind of people that like to have others watch? What if she thinks that we did it on purpose? Oh no! I just know that’s got to be it. She had to have seen us. You saw here there, didn’t you? Tell me the truth.”
I found it a little difficult to say anything at that point. I still had this image of a half-nude goddess flooding through my brain, and now, here was my very naïve wife talking about voyeurs. Could this day possibly get any better?
“Well, I did see something that looked a lot like read hair, but I can’t say for sure it was her.”
“Oh come on, Jason. Who else is living in the apartment with red hair? She saw us, and now she probably thinks that we want to see her too.”
“What I mean is, that me catching a glimpse of her hair, doesn’t necessarily prove that she was looking at us. She could have just been walking by the window.”
“No, she saw us. I know it.”
Jewel said that so finally that it was futile to argue with her. In fact, the thoughts of her last statement kept with me all through church. There was something about the way she said it that made me uncomfortable. It wasn’t till later that evening that I realized something. It was as if Jewel weren’t simply stating what she believed to be true, but what she wanted to be true. I had this thought that maybe my wife liked the idea of being watched. Yeah right. It was just my demented, twisted desires going to work on my head. My wife was the sweetest, most innocent woman alive. She was extremely religious and those kinds of thoughts went against everything that we were ever taught.
Things were relatively calm during the next week. I worked, Jewel worked, and Stacy partied. She always seemed to have friends over – for which I was very grateful. It kept her occupied and away from me – not to mention providing another avenue for my fantasies. After all, she had some pretty hot looking girlfriends. I could redirect my desires from my cousin to some other women that were in no way related to me. Things seemed to be looking up, and I was starting to feel like I had a little more of my self-control back.
Friday night, about two in the morning, I awoke to the strangest dream. I can’t remember all of the details, but it was the usual nightmare of finding myself at school with no clothes on. Everyone is laughing, of course, and there’s never anything around to cover up with. Only this time, I was hopping everywhere I went. I couldn’t walk or run, only hop. My cock was as hard as a rock and it bounced up and down, adding to the humiliation that I felt.
As I awoke I realized that it wasn’t me who was doing all of the bouncing, but my wife. I was lying on my back, completely naked, and it looked as though Jewel was having a pretty crazy dream as well. In her dream she must have been in a rodeo, because she seemed to be riding a horse. I think I was the horse, or at least the saddle. I could see her tits bouncing up and down in front of me and couldn’t resist the urge to reach out and squeeze. She loves it the harder I squeeze and so I held nothing back. Jewel moaned as she continued to bounce up and down on my cock. I could feel and hear how wet she was, an obvious indication of how turned on she felt. After a few more squeezes she cried out in a mixture of pleasure and agony. Then, to my surprise, she thanked me and proceeded to remove herself from the “ride” and curl up next to me.
“Jewel. Love! Are you awake?” After a couple of nudges to her side I determined that she had in fact been sleeping, or at least fell back to sleep in that instant. Well, this may have been all well and good for her but I was still hard and wanting some more of that bouncing. What do you do when your wife is asleep and you desperately need release? That’s right. You go to your neighbor. At least, that was my thought as I slipped out of bed and put some jeans on.
I was thinking that just maybe I’d get lucky and find Stacy awake. I’d casually walk over there and knock on her window, asking if she’d like some company. I’d say that I couldn’t sleep and why was she up so late – and then we’d talk about insignificant things for a while. Of course, it would get more interesting and we’d find ourselves naked, exploring each other’s bodies. Oh brother. How could I have such a ridiculous imagination? I tried to come back down to the real world as I walked over to the window, looking out in the direction of my cousin’s apartment. Just as I thought -- no light at all.
It was then that I caught a glimmer of blue off to the left of the apartment. You see, we have a pool in the back yard. If you turn on the lights that are under the water, then a blue haze is cast over the entire area. My heart sped up to the point of bursting and I jumped to a different window to see who was out in the pool. I looked and I looked but didn’t see a soul.
“Damn! She must have left the lights on.”
The worst part about the whole situation was that Stacy had been swimming earlier, and I had missed out on the entertainment. I was turning away to go back to bed when I saw a flicker of movement. I stopped turning immediately and looked back to determine if it was just my hopeful-imagination, or if there was actually someone out there. Oh, and how happy I was to see Stacy pulling herself out of the water and lying down in a lounge chair close by. She must have been under the water before. Oh well, I didn’t care how or why she’d just appeared. The fact of the matter was that I was horny, desperate, and feeling this sudden urge to go swimming.
I snuck back to our room and carefully went through my dresser, frantically searching for my bathing suit. I had this sudden panic attack that my wife would awake and ruin all of my chances to see Stacy in her bikini. As quietly as I could I tiptoed from the room, found a towel in the bathroom, and then went for the back door. It’s really amazing to me how powerful the blood vessels in your ears can beat. As I unlocked and gently opened the door, I thought I might have a heart attack on the spot. Nothing was going to happen, of course, but I still felt like I was walking into an oven.
