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My wife and I have been married for ten years. We’d grown up together and were ‘high school sweethearts’. We married out of high school; we lived with my parents and both worked to save up for our own place. After we moved out I was switched to the three to eleven-thirty PM shift. It did mean more money and my wife was able to cut back her hours. We had found a second-floor apartment.
The house used to be one family at first. There had been no front porch back then our next-door neighbor told us. There were bars on all the first-floor windows even though it wasn’t a bad neighborhood. With the enclosed front porch the two windows looked strange barred like that.
We never got to know our initial downstairs neighbors. But a few years ago a new couple moved in. They were African-American, I never got to meet the husband but I did see the wife. She was a few years older than my wife and me, tall, slim but curvy with a large chest. We never talked but I found out she and my wife began to spend time together in the evenings.
It seems her husband was away a lot. Some nights when I’d come home from work my wife would tell me stuff she found out about our neighbors, usually before sex [sometimes even during], after she always falls right to sleep I’d really tire her out. She told me the neighbors husband was away a lot because he was in the military, kind of ‘hush, hush’ even his wife didn’t know exactly what he did.
She was lonely which was why she enjoyed spending time with my wife. She’d also admitted over drinks that she missed not having sex regularly. One night I was coming in from work. Once I closed the front porch door behind me and was enveloped in the near darkness, I noticed the light on through the first-floor window on the right [I knew the left window was to their living room], nothing unusual about that. What was unusual was three of the slats from the blinds were open. I could see through the nearly sheer curtain on the other side. I felt undeniably drawn to peeking in.
**Voyeur…**
From the time I was about eight years old, I would sneak into back yards at night and peek into people’s windows. I never actually saw much but the thrill was still there for me. It went on until I started dating my future wife and we began having sex. I guess some things don’t change. I peeked into our neighbors’ window.
When my eyes adjusted to the light I saw it was a sparse room, carpeted with a daybed and a walk-in closet. Our neighbor came out of the closet holding an outfit in her hand and laying it on the daybed. But the outfit wasn’t what I was really interested in; she had on a short, sheer nightie.
I could see everything; her round butt, her hairy pussy, and her massive tits, which still high and firm despite their size and her age. My wife did say she worked out. I found I’d taken my cock out. It was already hard, harder than it gets for my wife. I began jerking it off. She sat on the daybed. Her nightie slid up. Her legs opened and I had a great view of her pussy now.
I was a drooling fool as I peered through her window at her, whacking off fast and hard. She was oblivious to my watchful gaze as she laid out her jacket, blouse, and skirt. Her legs opened further. I groaned. A minute later I grunted and shot my load against the windowpane. It was a good thing she had the air conditioner running, she never heard me.
I quickly stuffed my still hard cock into my jeans and rushed upstairs. I practically tore off my clothes and jumped on my wife. She laughed and shrieked as I proceeded to fuck her silly. The next morning I was awoken by her getting ready for work. She apologized for waking me.
Remembering what I’d done the night before, I told her it was all right. I threw on my robe and told her I’d walk her downstairs. I hoped I could block her view of my little mess which she would notice when she saw the three slats open and then know why I was so horny last night. Once I had her out the door, I closed it and leaned against it with a sigh.
My gaze turned to the window; all the slats were now closed. I was about to head upstairs to get something to clean up my jazzy mess when the first-floor door opened. Our neighbor came out wearing the outfit she had laid out the night before. My cock began to harden. She smiled when she saw me. “Hi!” She put out her hand and I shook it. “Your wife said your name is Jim, right?”
I nodded.
“I’m Brenda. I hope we get to talk sometime.” She was out the door without noticing my voyeuristic mess. I rushed upstairs and found a rag and some cleaning spray to clean my mess. Then I went back upstairs to jerk off and get some more sleep…
**Next night…**
That night I came home hoping the light would be on again. I was disappointed to find it wasn’t. Moments after I shut the front door it came on. Three slats were open again. Peering in, I saw Brenda just entering the small room. She was still dressed. She began to undress right in front of me [so to speak]. My cock was out and throbbing.
When she slipped off her bra she cupped her huge tits and gave them a brief message. I moaned softly. Once she was naked Brenda went into her walk-in closet, hips swaying, giving me a great view of her butt. A minute later she came out with a blouse and a pair of jeans. She laid the jeans on the daybed and hung the blouse on a plastic hook on the wall. Brenda sat on the daybed and began to massage her tits once more. I groaned.
I wished it were me massaging them… Her nipples hardened. Her eyes closed as she began to pinch them. One hand slid down between her open legs. Brenda began to masturbate. Fuck… She slid two fingers inside of her hairy pussy. I stroked off faster. Brenda began to frig herself faster. Her head was thrown back and her mouth hung open. After a few minutes, she thrust her hips forward and I knew she was cumming.
I whipped out my handkerchief and blew my jizz into it. I zipped up and slipped upstairs. I cleaned my handkerchief in the bathroom then went to bed to fuck my wife.
**Third night…**
The third night I came home. The light was on but the room was empty. I waited a few minutes then turned to head upstairs. The first-floor door opened. Brenda stood in the doorway. I felt my face grow hot. “Hey
Brenda,” I said enviously.
“Your wife isn’t at home. She got a call that her mom was in the hospital. She wanted to rush off so I told her I’d leave you a note.”
“Oh. Thanks, maybe I should call her and see if she wants me to come to the hospital.”
Brenda stepped out into the hallway. “I already called her. She said she was going to spend the night at the hospital and call you in the morning.”
“Oh,” was all I could think to say.
“Why don’t you come in? I’ll make some coffee or something,” Brenda offered.
“I don’t know…” I was trying to think of some excuse. “I should get upstairs in case she calls tonight…”
“Have you been enjoying my show for the last two nights?” Brenda asked.
My mouth fell open. Finally, I said, “M-maybe I will come in for that drink…”
Brenda motioned for me to go on in and then followed me.
I walked through the living room and stopped in the kitchen. Brenda motioned for me to sit down. I did. She straddled my lap. Her tits jiggled braless under her thin robe as she did so. Brenda ground her pussy against my hard cock. “One night while we’d been drinking a lot your wife let slip you love to fuck and how big of a dick you have. Not in those exact words, mind you. I pretended it didn’t mean much to me. And didn’t want to let on to your wife that I wanted you.”
At that moment I realized how much I wanted Brenda, too. My wife was my only lover; I didn’t grow up around many African-American people. Now I realized if I had I wouldn’t have gotten involved with the woman I married. I loved my wife but realized I was greatly attracted to black women, women like Brenda. She was about to say more but I kissed her. She moaned. My hands went around her and we kissed like lovers. I stood up and started to carry her to the room with the daybed. “No,” Brenda said between kisses. “My bed will be more comfortable.”
**Stilled dressed…**
I carried her into her bedroom at the far back corner of the house. Brenda pulled me on the bed on top of her. She pulled out my cock, spread her legs, and guided me into her. I was still dressed but didn’t give a fuck at the moment. I was hornier than I’d ever been. I slammed my cock into Brenda and she screamed.
I fucked her hard and she shrieked so unlike my wife when we do it. We fucked about forty minutes, Brenda cumming dozens of times before I dumped my load into her. We separated ourselves and undressed before we fucked again. Brenda and I ended up fucking all night.
I finally dragged myself upstairs and crashed. When my wife came home she woke me up and asked why I didn’t answer the phone when she called. I told her half-asleep I never heard it ring. Then she got a good look at me. “You look exhausted!”
“Yeah. I ended up working a double shift,” I lied.
“Sorry I woke you then. Did Brenda leave you the message she said she’d leave?”
“What? Oh, yeah. I got it from her.” Not that I’d ever tell my wife what I really got from Brenda…
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