I'm Glen, 41 and after one divorce and a failed engagement, I was happily single and enjoying it that way but also not against a relationship if I met the right person. I got out of the divorce mostly unscathed, mainly thanks to noticing that our bank balance wasn't what it should be, a buddy that tipped me off about where he'd seen her, an investigator that got some great photos and a judge that was sympathetic to guys whose wives were snorting cocaine or drinking their way through the money their husband made. The engagement, well that was more me, but I got cold feet when just after I proposed, she was mentioning that it would be great to not have to keep working and that she'd be able to spend more time with her friends during the day. It's not that I wouldn't be able to afford it, I was senior management with the government and making plenty of money but I had no interest in a wife who wasn't willing to work with me to build a better retirement so I called it off. I still ran into both of them occasionally and it was always a cool, if not actually frosty meeting.
I had a fairly nice house with quiet, elderly neighbours on both sides, spent some time gardening, a bit of woodworking and loved hiking or working out in my little home gym. I certainly wasn't ripped or anything but a reasonably fit, 190lbs on a 5'11" frame. One day the house next door went up for sale because the old couple that was living there wanted to move to Florida. It was bought by a younger couple and while we didn't chat a lot but they seemed like a nice couple and after settling in, there weren't any loud parties or anything so that was great by me because I'd come to enjoy the peace of the neighbourhood. When I'd bought my house, I'd found that the one spare bedroom gave me a great view into the master bedroom next door and my bedroom gave an almost unobstructed view of their back deck but seeing as they were in their 80's, I had no interest in seeing what they were doing in the bedroom or elsewhere.
When the new couple, Ellen and Grant, moved in, things changed slightly. She was likely early 30's, great shape, long/black hair and at least a DD chest. They kept mostly to themselves but we'd occasionally chat and I found out she sold real-estate and he worked in pharmaceuticals. One night curiosity got the better of me and I decided to see if I could see into their bedroom. To my pleasure, I found I could and with the aid of some binoculars, the view was even better. Over the next few weeks, I found that not only could I see in through the barely drawn curtains but if their window and mine were both open, I could often hear them as well. It didn't take long to learn that they often had some rougher sex as it wasn't unusual to see or hear her getting a spanking followed by a hard pounding and more than once that pounding was in her ass. At first, I thought he was forcing himself on her ass because she was crying out that it hurt but shortly after that, she'd be telling him to keep going until he filled her ass with his cum. While they fucked, I could sometimes hear him saying, "How's it feels bitch?", "You like getting stretched by my big cock?" or "You're gonna feel my cock filling your ass tonight and then I'm gonna fuck it so hard that you'll still be sore tomorrow."
She never objected and seemed to get off on it so whatever they enjoyed was fine by me and seeing as I was somewhat dominant myself, it was a definite turn on. From what I could see, he wasn't overly large in the cock department so either he got off on the talk or didn't realize he was at best 'average' in size. The one thing they had that I didn't was a pool so I was also able to enjoy the occasional view of her laying by the pool, sunning herself and likely thinking she had full privacy, she often sun bathed topless and sometimes naked. With the help of the binoculars, I could get a nicely zoomed view of her body and if they'd had sex the night before, it wasn't unusual to see a series of hickies around her nipples, across her belly or right by her pussy. Once or twice, it looked like there might even have been a few bruises on her ass or tits but I couldn't be sure. She was nicely tanned with large, dark areolae which I'd always enjoyed on a woman, as well as her fat and often hard nipples. Sometimes if she was home and Grant wasn't, I'd get to watch her masturbating on the bed but when she did, it was always very gentle and slow so I got the feeling that while they both enjoyed it, he was definitely the one that enjoyed the dom/sub relationship more.
A month or so later, I'd slept in on a day off and when I woke up, I could hear somewhat loud voices from next door but when I looked out, instead of seeing Ellen and Grant, I saw Ellen and the pool guy. What was even more surprising was the he was laying on a cushion across a bench and she was spanking his bare ass with her hand. When I quietly cracked my window open, I could easily hear each smack and her saying, "I've told you what would happen if you didn't do a good job and now, you're finding out!"
For the next few minutes, she kept spanking his ass until I could see the redness from where I was. When she stopped, I thought she was done but instead, she grabbed a harness with a strap-on attached as well as what looked like lube and went back to spanking him. As she did, I heard, "And then there's that shit I heard you saying on the phone about thinking I had a great ass and you'd love to fuck it. Well, instead it's going to be you that gets your ass fucked."
From the look of it, the strap-on was a bit bigger than her husband and she didn't spend a lot of time getting him ready before sliding it into his ass. Even though he grunted and it looked like it hurt a bit, it went in easily enough that I figured this wasn't the first time she'd fucked his ass or at least someone had. After fucking him for a while, she pulled out and said, "Roll over fucker!"
When he did, I could see his cock was fully hard so he must have been enjoying it too. Then she promptly straddled his face and said, "Now lick my cunt until I cum before you go back and do your job right."
She must have been turned on by everything because it wasn't long before she was moaning and telling him to keep licking or she'd go back to fucking his ass. When she came, I could easily hear her moans and then she stepped away, and as she grabbed her dress and the other stuff she simply said, "Now get the hell back to work and get it right this time and if I catch you jerking off before you're done, you'll get another spanking."
I enjoyed watching variations of the same show played out on a semi-regular basis and noticed that it always seemed to be a day or so after she'd gotten a particularly rough fucking from her husband so I figured that this was the only way that she could be 'in-charge' and was getting off on doing with him what her husband did with her. Whenever I was watching whatever was happening next door, I always ended up stroking myself until I erupted but made sure that there was no indication to either of them that I was watching.
I certainly dated and would occasionally enjoy bringing a woman home or going to her place but it had been a few sexless weeks. Then, that Friday night, her and Grant really got into a long, rough fuck and when I woke up on a Saturday, it was to the sound of the pool guy vacuuming the pool. Sure enough, about half way through, Ellen came out and started yelling at him for something he apparently missed or did wrong and told him to get ready. As he took off his bathing suit and lay on his back on the bench, Ellen dropped her housecoat and right away, I saw she was already wearing the strap-on. After spanking his ass until it was red, she grabbed the lube and at the same time she was telling him that she really should just call his boss and have him fired, she was sliding the length of the strap-on deep into his ass. She must have gone fairly hard and fast because I clearly heard his, "Oww...fuck!" as she bottomed out. I was pretty sure her husband didn't know anything about what she was doing with the pool guy and she likely didn't want him finding out so I made a snap decision. After throwing on a housecoat, I went out my side door, quietly opened their gate and made my way to where she was fucking him. After quickly shooting about 30 seconds of video with my phone and putting it away I said, "You do realize that you're loud enough that you woke me up?"
She obviously hadn't heard me until then because she quickly pulled out of his ass, turned and sputtered, "It's not what... I'm sorry..." and that's when I cut her off with, "Don't stop on my account, get that toy back in his ass and keep fucking him."
I wasn't loud but had been told I have a very commanding voice so I wasn't surprised when she slowly turned and slid the strap-on back into his ass. His 6" cock was standing straight up so after a couple more minutes I said, "Enough for now. Look how hard you've made him. Bend over and start sucking him."
