My wife Andrea and I had been living in our new home in a nice suburb for about five years. I was doing well at work and Andrea had saved up from her working before she stayed home to have and then care for our two kids. There were a number of nice neighbors, particularly the next-door neighbors to our right. Bob and Evelyn were very nice and we had dinner at our or their house about once a month. They had two grown children that we had met, a son and a daughter. I didn't notice it for a while, but then I observed that Bob was checking-out my wife every chance he got and seemed to have the hots for her. I didn't think much of it. Guys would often ogle her and Andrea seemed to be oblivious to his attention. Evelyn, Bob's wife was very nice, but had a modest figure with a small set of tits. She was okay, but didn't excite me that much.
I would occasionally walk our dog at night. One night, I was nearing home. The dog was sniffing and piddling on every bush. I was in front of the house to our left when I noticed Bob looking out a window on the second floor of his house. The light was off in the room where Bob was, but I could see him in the back light from their hall. He was looking at our house. I wondered what he was looking at. I walked the dog a little past our house and looked at our house. The light was on in our bedroom and I could see the shadow of my wife moving around. Was Bob peeping at my wife?
I went into the house and found Andrea in bed reading. I noticed that the blinds were closed. I was sure the blinds were pulled up when I had looked from the street. I was going to tell Andrea what I had seen, but I was not sure what Bob was looking at and I didn't want to falsely accuse anyone. I didn't say anything.
The next night, I decided to see if the situation repeated itself. I took the dog in another direction and didn't go very far. I saw Bob in the window again and moved down the street to see what he was looking at. Again, our blinds were pulled up and the light was on. I could see my wife walking around in the room, but couldn't see any lower than Andrea's head. After about ten minutes, I saw Andrea come to the window to lower the blinds. That's when I saw her. She was naked, at least from the waist up. Her tits were right in front of the window. She must've known what she was doing. She stood there for a few seconds, longer than it took to lower the blinds.
Again, I didn't say anything to Andrea. I didn't know how to react. On the one hand, I was pissed-off about Andrea being seen by Bob and they both were complicit. On the other hand, I always was titillated by having my wife almost exposed in public or to other men. I know that one time her bathing suit and fallen open in the front and my friend Ted could see her nipple. Some of her blouses and shirts were thin enough that her nipples could be seen poking through. I liked that for some reason.
The next few nights, nothing happened. I walked the dog, being aware of when the lights were on. It was Andrea's 'time of the month' which may have had something to do with it. Then the next week, the light was on and the blinds were up again. I decided to put a little camera in our bedroom to record what was going on. I hid it under some junk on my dresser.
When I got home, I took the camera downstairs and saw that Andrea was naked and walked around the bedroom with the light on and the blinds open. She was giving our nosy neighbor a show. I wondered what Bob's wife would think of this and I was wondering what I should do. I kind of liked the idea of Andrea showing off. I'd wanted her to go to a nude beach and flash her tits on occasion. She rarely cooperated. But I was disturbed that she was doing this without me knowing.
I wondered if there was anything more to what was going on. Bob's wife Evelyn worked during the day. Bob had an irregular schedule. He was a salesman and would often work from home or leave late or get home early based on his appointment schedule. So he was home at the same time as Andrea. Our kids would be at school for most of the day and I would be at work. I developed a strong suspicion that Andrea and Bob were having an affair. What should I do about it? That was the question. If it was true, should I break-up our marriage? I doubted that they were serious enough for Bob to split from his wife and for Andrea to ditch me. She still was loving and caring and we had some amazing sex. I started to wonder if our amazing sex might have aligned with her liaisons with our neighbor. I don't think I'm one of those guys who wants to see his wife fuck another guy. On the other hand, Andrea having sex excited me and got me hot. Just thinking about her doing things was exciting without consideration of who was doing what other than to see it please her and make her come.
I considered some options. I could spy on her with a camera. I could confront her and challenge her, with or without evidence. I could confront Bob. I could talk to Bob's wife to see if she noticed anything. There were other variations on these options.
I decided to talk to Bob's wife Evelyn and see if she had any suspicions. I had to be careful because I didn't want to get her all wound up if there wasn't anything going on.
I spoke to Evelyn one Saturday when I was doing yard work and she was outside nursing her flower garden.
After a bit of small talk, I edged toward the subject. "Ev, have you noticed anything peculiar at night?"
Her answer floored me. "You want to know if I've noticed my husband peeping on your wife at night."
"I take it you have." I said.
"Sure. He looks in on her most nights and she parades naked in your bedroom while you are walking your dog. If the blinds are up, Andrea is giving a show. I've watched a few times myself. Bob really likes her pussy. He likes hair on a woman. The ones who shave their beavers don't excite him."
I just stared at her, dumbfounded. She went on, "I suppose you wonder if they are fucking each other while you and I are working." I nodded. She continued, "No they haven't. Bob would tell me if he did. You wife would like to fuck my husband for sure. He won't; it's against the rules."
"What rules?" I asked. I didn't believe her.
She told me, "We have two rules regarding fucking other people. We have to tell each other and we don't screw other married people unless their spouse is okay with it. We don't want to break up any marriages." I nodded. She continued, "We used to be swingers; still do it occasionally. We swapped with other folks but found that it was hard to find a couple where we both wanted to fuck the other spouse. Sometimes I'd like a guy but he didn't like the wife that much, or vice versa. I was harder to please."
"This is unbelievable." I said. I was trying to grasp what had been going on without me knowing it.
Then she said, "Your wife did give Bob a blow job a couple of weeks ago. She wanted him to fuck her that day and he almost did."
"What?" I said. "I don't know what to do or how to react to this. I think Andrea loves me, but I had no idea that she would be fooling around on me."
Evelyn said, "The thing to do is get it under control. That's what Bob and I did. He was sleeping around and our marriage was in jeopardy until we came to our arrangement. We had to tell each other. Once it started, I really got into it for a while. I've fucked a lot of guys."
