Jenny and I had just bought our first house after saving up for several years. It was a dream home in a way, one we had been planning for since before we were even married. We'd both been focused on our careers, and we agreed that kids were something for years down the road, if we had any at all.
After working with our realtor for about six months, we found a beautiful 4-bedroom home in a small Colorado town. It had a big pool in the back, with a hot tub for those cold winter nights and a gorgeous view of the mountains. After what seemed like the longest few weeks of our lives, we were handed the keys and given the go-ahead to move in.
We'd only just finished unloading the truck when we met Tim and Lisa, our new next-door neighbors. Tim was a kind of nerdy-looking guy who worked in IT at some big company in Denver and Lisa was his beautiful wife who worked out of their home as a personal trainer. We all hit it off, and Lisa even offered to work with Jenny for free when Jenny mentioned she'd been wanting to get in better shape.
The first couple of weeks in the new house were a whirlwind of unpacking and decorating. Jenny and I had both taken time off work to get situated, but before we knew it the vacation was coming to an end. While I worked from home, Jenny was a nurse in a doctor's office that was now 45 minutes away. It was a sacrifice we planned for, but we weren't as ready as we thought for the lack of time together through the week.
We finally adjusted to the new routine, though, and before long we were spending the weekends in the pool and I was making sure dinner was ready when she walked through the door. Things were going great.
One morning, early in the summer, I was working in my office on a report that I was already behind on when I noticed something outside. Now, my office was in the back corner of the house, and it had a wrap around window that made for a great view of our back yard and the mountains in the distance. Aside from our backyard, I also had a perfect view of Tim and Lisa's pool.
Most days nothing much happened. There was a pool boy that came once a week or so to clean and maintain the pool, but he was in and out in minutes and he'd already made his round for the week. As I perked up at the movement in the corner of my eye, I noticed Lisa walking around the pool in a beautiful 2-piece suit.
It looked like she was inspecting the water, making sure it was clean, before making her way over to one of the lounge chairs and laying down. As I watched, I noticed a pressure building up in my groin and I tried to refocus on what I was doing. She started putting sun-tan lotion on her body, covering her arms and legs before rubbing it into her belly and chest and I was finding it harder and harder to look away.
Forcing myself to get back on task, I was surprisingly able to get a little more work done before my eyes wandered back to the scene in the neighbors back yard.
At first, I thought I was seeing things. Lisa appeared to have her hand down her bikini bottoms, and it was moving around as she appeared to be moaning.
I stood up to get a better view, and she moved her other hand up to her chest, grabbing one of her breasts. It was the first time I really noticed, given the shirt she had been wearing when we first met was a large sweater, but she had some really amazing breasts. They had to be at least D-cup, and she was massaging them while she rubbed her crotch.
It was at that point that I noticed the pressure in my groin was now a bulge in my pants, and it was aching to be set free. Without thinking, I reached down and unbuttoned my jeans, pulling the zipper down and reaching into my underwear. My dick was happy to finally have some room to breathe, and I noticed there was an unexpected buildup of pre-cum that made it slippery to the touch.
As Lisa's hand moved around her groin, I started stroking my cock, completely lost in the moment. I imagined it was my hand rubbing her, and I leaned in closer to the window. I was so lost in the moment I didn't even realize she was looking back at me, a smile on her face. As we made eye contact, she looked toward the sky and arched her back. Knowing she was getting off, I let loose myself, shooting a load of cum all over my desk.
Realizing what I'd just done, I panicked. I would have thought it was nothing more than a daydream, except the sticky mess on my keyboard said otherwise. Glancing back down, I found that Lisa was walking back toward her house, smiling up at me as she moved.
I did my best to clean up the mess and went to get a shower. As the warm water washed over me, I found my mind wandering back to her body and my dick was once again standing at attention. Not wanting to give in for the second time, I finished rinsing off and got out.
I had to work hard to act like nothing happened when Jenny got home that evening. I think she knew something was up but was too tired to really push too much. We were halfway through dinner when the doorbell rang. I assumed it was a door-to-door salesperson, so I volunteered to answer it while Jenny went upstairs to shower and get ready for bed.
Opening the door, I was surprised to see Lisa standing there. She was wearing a tank top and cutoff jeans, and she had a big smile on her face.
"Hey there neighbor. Where's the wife?"
"Uh, she just went upstairs to get a shower. Did you need something?" I knew I sounded rude, but I was at a loss for words.
"Tim and I wanted to know if you guys would like to come over for a bar-b-q this weekend. I know it might be hard to believe, but he makes some amazing ribs," she said, leaning in and looking over my shoulder.
"I'll have to check with Jenny, but we should be able to. What day were you thinking?" My groin was beginning to ache again.
"Saturday. It's supposed to be really hot, perfect weather for swimming," she was leaning in even closer as she spoke.
"Sounds great, we'll come over around..." I didn't get the chance to finish my sentence as her hand grabbed ahold of the front of my pants.
Her lips came within inches of mine and I could feel the excitement boiling off her body. It was only then that I noticed her nipples poking through her shirt. I could feel the pressure building again when she finally pulled away.
"How does 4 sound?" she asked, as if nothing had happened.
Before I could answer, I heard Jenny coming down the stairs.
"Honey, who's at the door?"
"It's...um."