Adelle's parents, Ellen and David Cox, had lived next door to the Porters ever since the Porters had moved in roughly fifteen years ago. The couples had never become good friends, but they were amiable neighbors. Ellen and Molly had been closer than David and Jim -- the men were both standoffish fellows -- and, of course, their daughters Adelle and Elise had become best friends, so there were some regular connections between the two families. After Molly died, Ellen and David were suitably sympathetic and helpful to Jim and Elise, but they had never really warmed to the grim, silent Jim Porter.
Ellen, though, had a dirty little secret -- she harbored a deep sexual attraction for the slim and silent Jim Porter, an attraction she steadfastly refused to admit even to herself.
Adelle's mother was the definition of "bustling," scurrying and prancing her small, chunky body in a million different directions at once. On one of her "bustlier" days ten years ago, Ellen had gone next door to return Molly's elegant calligraphy set that she had loaned to Ellen a few months back. Hustling across the grass with her mind on the fifteen other things she needed to do during the day, Ellen was startled by a deep, raspy growl. She stopped still, her eyes wide, looking around for the massive dog she was sure was about to leap for her throat. A pedestrian might have wondered what the tanned, portly, bleached-haired neighborhood lady was doing, standing like a statue in front of the porch steps, staring around frantically.
The growl came again, but this time she was able to track the sound. The animal was inside the Porter house. Startled anew, she quickly climbed the steps and peered in the window near the front door, wondering when the Porters had gotten a big dog.
Her mouth dropped open and her eyes widened. Molly Porter was on the couch and bouncing her petite and very pale butt on the biggest dick Ellen Cox had ever seen!
Flustered, she had only watched for a few minutes -- long enough to realize that the deep growls were Jim Porter's grunts of pleasure -- before she beat a hasty retreat. When David came home from work later that evening, he couldn't understand why his wife had forgotten half the things she had said she was going to do for the day, but he was more than thrilled to find her extremely horny.
Unfortunately for Ellen, she had never been able to banish the hot image of the happily fucking neighbors from her mind. She was able to maintain decorum whenever she chatted with Molly, but if Jim was around, Ellen was uncharacteristically ruffled. Thoughts would intrude into her mind that simply shouldn't be there. David had physically let himself go over the years, and while he wasn't exactly terrible in the bedroom, he had never displayed any of the skills that Jim Porter had demonstrated on that fateful day, nor was her husband anywhere near as endowed. Still, she was committed to her marriage, and those uncomfortable thoughts about her neighbor were inappropriate in her worldview. The encounter upended her stable and secure corner of the universe, and she couldn't seem to return to it. She had never really liked or disliked Jim Porter -- he was too reserved -- but after that day, she most definitely saw him in a different light.
She also began to stalk him, in a way. She discovered that certain windows on the west side of her house provided convenient views into the Porter home. For example, if she leaned against the wall and peered out her upstairs bathroom window, she could see into the Porter's master bedroom if their blinds were open. The small kitchen window over the sink had a direct line of vision into their living room, and one of the windows in her son's room gave a little access to their master bathroom (but only if the Porters opened the opaque glass window).
Over the years, homemaker Ellen would 'check the views' on a regular basis as she puttered around the house. She was rewarded on any number of occasions with glimpses of the Porters in varying states of disrobe -- which was pleasantly tantalizing -- and at least twice caught them engaging in sexual acts -- which was incredibly arousing. Easily the hottest moment in her voyeuristic life was the evening the Porters forgot to close the blinds in their bedroom. Ellen stood in her bathroom for at least an hour, fingering herself to multiple orgasms watching Molly Porter's erotic grappling with her well-hung husband. Her daughter Adelle finally interrupted Ellen's bliss by shaking the door handle of the bathroom, having woken up and needing to pee.
It wasn't the same, obviously, after Molly had died. She would occasionally spot Jim shirtless, and once or twice she could see him naked in his bedroom, but the thrill wasn't really there anymore. She still got a twinge in her pussy thinking about Jim Porter naked, but it wasn't the same. The man had shut himself down, and his genuine grief had diminished the sexual attraction Ellen had felt toward him. She was less aroused and more sympathetic, basically, and she wished she could do more to ease his pain. Her voyeurism ended; with Molly gone and Jim refusing to date, hot action in the Porter home just wasn't a thing anymore.
Until very recently.
Two weeks ago, Ellen, lost in her thoughts in the upstairs bathroom and bleaching her hair again, glanced out her bathroom window and saw Jim Porter leaning back against the wall in his bedroom, naked, with a grinning and equally naked Tamara Chambers firmly stroking his big erection and leaning into him. She was whispering something in his ear, and the usually dour Porter was actually smiling!
Ellen once again felt the familiar pang of jealousy whenever she was around Tamara Chambers. The two women were roughly the same age, but Tamara had managed to maintain her voluptuous figure over the years. Ellen always felt frumpy around her raven-haired neighbor. That jealousy flared to new heights as she watched the woman fondling Porter's substantial penis. Ellen stood stock-still, dumbfounded and aroused, half her hair still needing treatment, and just stared at the action with a blank expression that hid her turbulent emotions. Gentle, masculine hands sought Tamara's lovely breasts, but each time Porter reached for them, she giggled and pushed his hands away, wanting to devote all her attention to the big bouncing cock in her grip.
Ellen's shock then went next level when a naked and grinning Cindy Chambers sauntered into view, kissed Porter tenderly on the lips, and then proceeded to join her mother in giving Ellen's hot neighbor an exquisite handjob. Smothered in huge tits, soft kisses, and skilled strokings, Jim Porter didn't stand a chance. Ellen watched in amazement as his penis erupted, his raspy grunts and bellows loud enough to wake neighbors four blocks away.
And that was only the beginning...
**********
Ten days later, Ellen couldn't take it anymore. She just
had
to tell someone. Her husband wouldn't believe her, so she decided to confide in her closest friend.
"Quit talking shit," was the immediate verdict.
Tiana Meadows, Melanie's mother, an attractive, slightly overweight forty-something black woman with piercing green eyes (courtesy of expensive contact lenses), a no-nonsense attitude, and a luxurious brunette weave, was staring at her friend with a deeply skeptical expression.
"I'm not making this up, Ti!" Ellen exclaimed, irritated. Ellen was in many ways the exact opposite of her friend and neighbor Tiana, and not just due to the ethnic differences. Ellen tended to be deferential, while Tiana dominated every room the instant she entered it. Ellen was a small woman who blended into the surroundings, and Tiana was nearly six feet tall with a strong sense of presence that was impossible to ignore. Ellen wasn't very bright, and Tiana was highly educated. It seemed an unequal relationship in every way, yet they had formed a bond many years ago. They had known each other for two decades, and they shared all their little secrets, including Tiana's one-night fling with a cashier at the local grocery store, their obsession with cheesecake that they valiantly tried to hide from everyone, and Ellen's unusual fascination with her next-door neighbor.
"Tamara was fucking Jim Porter...
with
her daughter?" Tiana asked, clearly dubious. "Go on with yourself, girl!"
"Why would I make that up?"
"Because you kinky?"
Ellen fumed. "If I told you I saw Tamara over there without her daughter, would you believe that?" she asked angrily.
Tiana thought about it. "Probably," she admitted finally. "Jim Porter is a good-looking guy, and if he's walking around with serious dick between his legs like you say, I can see a neighborhood gal wanting to get some of that, even if she's married. It happens. I mean, shit, I did it once, but homeboy wasn't packin' and he sure wasn't as good as he thought."
"But Cindy being there is too much?"
"Girl, c'mon now. Our daughters spent years up in that house. Were they banging Porter the whole damn time? You never saw any of that kind of shit, right?"
"No, of course not. I would have told you. And I would have killed him."
"There ya go."
Ellen paused. "Both of them showed up at his house last week at odd times," she mused thoughtfully. "I didn't think anything of it before because the girls are always showing up at the Porter house while Jim's at his office downtown. I thought Tamara and Cindy were just helping him with something now that Elise is off at college. They let themselves in through the side gate, and then use the broken sliding glass door in the back."
"Broken?"
"Not the glass, the lock," Ellen explained. "The door won't lock. Adelle used to sneak in to see Elise through there all the time. Jim didn't mind, so I didn't. Anyway, there's one time of the week that both showed up together. I guess it's a 'scheduled' time, or something."
"When's that?"
"Every Friday morning around eleven. Cindy usually shows up first, and then Tamara comes walking up the street about half an hour later. They don't leave until about four."
Tiana shrugged. "Alright," she decided. "I'll be here at ten on Friday. If both of 'em show up like you say, I'll take it back. I still don't believe you, though."
**********
"Okay, so... they're both there, like you said," Tiana murmured reluctantly, watching a grinning Tamara turn the corner and walk up the street with a big bag of takeout from Julio's Taco Shack. Cindy had slipped through the side gate moments earlier, her black tresses tied up in a ponytail.
"I
told
you," Ellen shot back in exasperation.
"That still doesn't mean they're both banging him, though," Tiana pointed out, although Ellen could tell from Tiana's expression that she wasn't all that convinced that
something
