Watching My Wife, Watch The Boy Next Door [MF]

“This is it.” I think as I unpack the last box from the moving truck. “This is my chance to start over…….a clean slate”

I had just moved my family halfway across the country to start a new life. The plan was to start a new practice out of my home so I could spend more time with the family……..or at least that is what I told my wife anyways. The truth was, that after my affair, I thought this would be a good way to help us start fresh and hopefully save my marriage……..maybe she would forgive me for walking in on me and one of my younger patients frantically tangled up in each other, on my marital bed back home.

The home was an older LA style Victorian. Two stories…….old drafty rooms, nice solid wood everywhere, older Tiffany lamps all through the house…….It was nice……very nice. But nothing was to good for my wife and son.

In the kitchen, I placed my hand on my wife’s backside and tried to kiss her on the cheek. An attempt that she quickly detoured………She was still upset……..and rightfully so. I had screwed up……..But she has to forgive me sometime. It had been nearly a year now since she even touched me, nonetheless had sex with me. I knew she had to have been horny for a man. I knew she had to be masturbating when she was alone but that had to get old. A woman needs a nice stiff dick every now and then.

“It’s gonna be great out here”I say as I take a deep breath, breathing in the smell of the house. “Do you like it?”

Her eyes jolt across the modernized kitchen and she folds her arms in. “Yea………I like it………I hope it’s great”

And for the first few weeks, it was……As great as it could be I guess. My family was back together under one roof but yet I still longed for my wife. I longed for her embrace……her skin……her taste. But all my attempts to be intimate with her fell to a cold shoulder. That was until the day I found her upstairs in our bedroom in her robe, peering out the window .
She must not have heard me coming down the hall. I lingered there in the doorway for several moments as she watched from behind the glass.

“What is she looking at?” I curiously thought as I made my way to her. For some reason I was careful in my footing, trying not to make a sound as I came up behind her. I figured it must have been a bird, or squirrel or perhaps even a cat she was watching in the backyard but to my surprise, when I peered over her shoulder, I was met with the young shirtless figure of the boy next door.

I had heard his mower going but never once looked out to see who it was. But I guess now it really didn’t make a difference. I could see why my wife would be so caught up in him. He was young. I was guessing late teens maybe early 20s. He had dark black hair that looked good fixed or messy. He had a nice built upper body that had already been kissed by the Spring sun giving him a decent early tan. He was only wearing a pair of loose fitting gym shorts that even from my upstairs bedroom, gave a nice solid outline of his young virile cock dangling loosely between his legs. He was certainly a vision.

I’ll admit, I was a little jealous. I was jealous of her attention. The attention that I had longed for, for so long. Here I was, practically begging for her attention while she stood here in a school girl gaze infatuated with this young stranger.

Slowly I backed out of the room, trying not to disturb her let her know I had even been there. The jealousy seemed to linger at first. It took me several days to get over it. “Did she ever look at me that way?” “What was her interest in him?” “Was she thinking of him in a lustful way” All these thoughts flooded my brain for the next few days as I tried to comprehend what I was feeling.

But jealousy quickly turned into both curiosity……..and excitement.

The coming weeks, I caught her up there several other times. Anytime I saw him out in his yard working, I could sneak upstairs and catch my wife in our room lingering out the window. Most times, I didn’t think to much about it. But other times, I felt my excitement grow at the vision of her lusting for someone else while standing there in the window in just a shirt and panties. I became obsessed with spying on her, while she was in such a trance.

Then things to a turn.

I was in the kitchen when I heard it fire up. His lawnmower roared out, backfired once, then began to rumble. My eyes jolted out the kitchen window. Like a creature of habit he was out in the same black gym shorts and no shirt. I let him make a few laps around the yard before I headed upstairs. I wanted to make sure his skin was glistening from sweat before I headed upstairs.

Like a ninja, I carefully made my way up the creaky stairs then down the hall to our bedroom. For some reason my heart was beating a 1000 beats a minute. I was nervous for some reason…….nervous……..and hard as a rock. I sat there outside of our room with my back against the wall for several moments before I took a deep breath and peeked around the corner of the door frame

What I saw took my breath away. My wife was in her usual position, half behind the curtain, half not. Her hair was still wet from the shower she had just taken and it was dangling across the shoulders of her white robe. In the glass, I could see the faint reflection of her open front. I could easily make out one tit in the reflection. She looked like a goddess, but it was her hands that took my breath away. One of her hands rested on her thigh while the other had found place in her soft pink silk panties.

My mouth fell agape. I watched her elbow gently rock back and forth at her side as her fingers began twisting and turning between her legs.

“She is mastrubating watching him” I thought as I slowly approached. I felt my own eager cock drip in my pants. The closer I got, the more little details I saw. The soft shutter of her body as she pushed her hips forward against her fingers. Her light little gasp every few moments. I was soo jealous…….and soo aroused.

I looked down at him over her shoulder. She still had no idea I was there. He had taken a break and was sipping a cup of water as his body glistened in the sun. My attention finally turned back to my wife. In one quick motion, I ran my hand down the length of her arm, stopping once my hand was on top of hers with only her panties separating the two. My other hand landed on her hip and I pulled her ass against my growing cock. I nuzzled my face into her neck line and began to kiss.

I felt her body tense up. She knew she was caught in the act. But between my kisses, I whispered out, “Do you like him?”

With that she fell victim to her own lust. She pushed her round backside into me. My hand slipped up to the waistband of her panties, then down into them, finding her thick bush. My middle finger slithered out, finding place between each lip on her swollen little button. Her hand reached back over her shoulder and ran through my hair.

Not a word was spoken…….She didn’t even answer my question, but I knew.

Before, I knew it both of her hands were planted on the window, and I was tugging her panties down to her ankles as we both watched the neighbor boy

(If you read this far, Thank you. If there is enough interest, Ill do a part 2. Also ANY feedback would be much appreciated )

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