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The Kellys had finally moved out. I had always wondered if they would. Their kids, grown, the beautiful backyard pool not getting any use anymore.
They would occasionally invite our own kids over to swim, but that was rare, and honestly not much fun for anyone.
But the new neighbors… Here’s hoping they prove to be a little more fun. There’s always that hope: Will we finally make some good neighbor friends, the kind we want to invite over for grilled burgers and drinks on a pleasant summer evening?
Justin and, funny enough, Kelly. They were young, no kids (yet! They did just buy a two story 3 bedroom house in the suburbs). It was refreshing to have some younger people moving into the neighborhood as some of the original homeowners began to downsize.
We had been one of those younger couples, when my husband and I bought this house eight years ago. We were probably the hot new couple then, the ones that the middle-aged dads and horny housewives secretly wished would befriend them.
My husband, the one the other wives admired out their window as he shoveled the latest 8-inch snowfall.
I was the one the husbands took an extra glance at as I pushed the stroller in my tank top and jean shorts, or washed the car (sorry fellas, I should have gone full wet t-shirt, I suppose).
But, no, especially with the new couple’s arrival, my husband and I joked that we were a distant second place in the hotness contest.
Second place or not, we did have the best luck. Because, while the two hotties next door may have owned the only house on the block with a pool, we owned the only house whose bedroom had a view of it.
And that brings us to the last week of June, several months after Justin and Kelly moved in.
My husband and I were relaxing, laying in bed, chit chatting about our upcoming vacation. We loved the outdoors, could not wait for camping and sleeping under the stars.
Speaking of, I said, it’s amazing outside tonight, let’s sleep with our windows open. My husband didn’t even groan about being the one to get up from our comfy bed to open the windows. I do love that guy.
“Uhhmm.” He hesitated at the window after opening the shades, looking across our lawn in the direction of the pool.
“What’s up, babe?”
“You may want to see this.”
And indeed I did. There was Justin, sitting on the side of the pool, naked. Hard to tell if Kelly was too, as she rested her hands on the pool’s edge, next to him, looking up and talking, smiling, laughing.
Justin slid down into the water as they continued talking, which after a few minutes turned into some silliness, as they playfully splashed each other, the faint sound of Kelly’s giggles entering our open window.
We could hear their voices but not what they were saying, which was great. We weren’t eavesdroppers. And we weren’t voyeurs, were we?
“We shouldn’t be watching this,” I told my husband, fully intending to close our shades and lay back in bed.
Just then, I saw that beautiful man, our new neighbor who we had only met a handful of times, lean down and kiss his wife. It lingered. His hands wrapped around her, running through her hair, over her shoulders and disappearing into the water down her back.
Kelly pulled away slightly, giggled, playfully splashed. Prompted, I assume, by whatever he had done beneath the water. She moved back in, and they continued making out for what seemed like an eternity. I was getting turned on, completely lost in this moment.
I saw a hand pass in front of my eyes, heard a snap.
“You literally just said we shouldn’t be watching this.”
“Well, yeah, but…” I trailed off, mesmerized by the action below.
“But this is super fucking hot?”
“Yes, don’t you think?”
My husband agreed, and we continued to watch, sharing conflicted glances from time to time but always returning to the show below.
The kissing continued, and Kelly had wrapped her arms around Justin. It was a bit too hard to tell what was happening below the water, but I have a pretty good imagination, and I absentmindedly moved my hand to my pants.
Needless to say, the old neighbors, as far as we knew, never put on a show quite like this. We wouldn’t have watched, wouldn’t have wanted to.
But when Justin pulled Kelly towards the edge of the pool, pinned her against the side, without even thinking, I said aloud, “oh yeah.”
My husband tore his eyes away, looked over at me, smiled, and his eyes followed my arm down to where my fingers still slowly rubbed the outside of the front of my pajama pants.
He smiled even bigger. “Let me know if you need any help.”
“Mm, always.”
He moved slightly further back on our bed, grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back into him, both of us still facing the window.
He rubbed my shoulders, played with my hair, ran his hands up and down my body. Then … and I don’t know the words for this … somehow he gingerly but roughly stood me up in front of him and pulled down my pants, panties and all.
I stepped out of them and tried to pull off one of those giggles like Kelly had. He seemed to like it, so I went with it one more time as I sat back on the edge of the bed.
Now his hands moved from my still-covered chest down to my legs, his nails lightly scratching my thighs as he made his way up.
Gently then, he took my fingers in his own, and we both ran our fingertips along my wet pussy lips.
I intently watched the couple in the pool, as Justin thrust into his wife, obscured under the water, but it was obvious. Kelly occasionally stopped kissing her husband and threw her head back in ecstasy, her moans and his grunts occasionally carried by the breeze to their top floor window.
“I can’t see from back here, what’s happening?”
My husband continued to rub my swollen clit.
“He was fucking her … against the side of the pool, but … I can’t tell if he came … they stopped.”
I was having a hard time communicating, obviously.
“Ah, we’ll, that’s too bad. Guess I should stop too.”
“Don’t!” I implored. “Feels so good”
And maybe they weren’t done either.
” Justin just pulled …. himself out of the pool… oh … he’s rock hard.”
“He’s sitting on the edge … Kelly is in front of him. Damn, I wish I could see more.”
Her head began to move up and down …. “She’s sucking him off” I tell my husband.
“What a good girl.” he says.
“Oh you’d like that hottie doing that to you, wouldn’t you?”
“Fuck yeah, just like you wouldn’t mind Justin doing this to you right now, right?”
The thought of it, mmm, if he was as good with his hands as he was at, well, she didn’t know him too well yet, but he did have one hell of a disarming smile.
I closed my eyes, imagining a role reversal, Justin and Kelly watching her husband rubbing her pussy, Justin eager to please his new neighbor, looking at Kelly, getting a slight nod of approval, and quickly moving in close, moving her husband’s hand away, rubbing his dick against her pussy, slowly sliding in until he was deep inside her, pressing his body to hers.
I came, quick and hard, feeling my pussy tighten against … not Justin’s cock, but the two fingers my husband had been fucking me with, as my fantasy faded to (this also amazing) reality.
I was no longer interested in the show outside, falling deeper into my husband’s arms. I slowly caught my breath, sighing deeply in appreciation of his skills.
“Pretty good show out there tonight. Seems like you enjoyed it.”
“It was a close second place to your handiwork, mister. Here’s hoping for more of both in my future.”
“Do you think they know we can see?”
“I mean, it wouldn’t take much, they probably just need to look up. They could definitely see into our room if our lights were on.”
Later, as I drifted off to sleep, I idly wondered if we should return the favor.
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