My New Neighbors
By: Lace Monroe
Oh! Glorious masturbation! Yes, I often masturbate, I have to, my husband is very vanilla. I guess that's my way of saying he's plain and boring. When he wants sex, I'm almost asleep when suddenly I hear him moan lightly. He starts to play with his cock, we don't talk, we don't kiss, we don't cuddle. He just lays there playing with his soft dick, breathing heavy trying to get hard. I lay still staring up at the ceiling, listening to him breathe deeply for what seems like the longest time. When he's ready, he finally rolls over telling me to spread my legs. I do as I'm told and after about two minutes fucking me, he cums inside me before rolling off me going to sleep.
Wow! What a lover. Thinking back to the day we were married, the moment I said, "I do!" Knowing now what I wish I knew then, I should of said, "I don't."
Once he falls asleep, I get up, wrapping my bathrobe around me, walking downstairs to the couch. It's dark, I love the way the moonlight cuts through the trees slightly illuminating my living room with a aura of silver glaze. I sit comfortably on the sofa in complete silence, slowly opening my robe, spreading my legs touching myself. At first I imagine different scenarios of this wild passionate lover, the body of a Greek God taking me and fucking me, or maybe two or three men having their way with me. I do have this rape fantasy that always seems to get me hot. Often I would read a chapter or two in my sexy novel until I begin to feel my pussy become sopping wet. Often fetching a big banana or an over sized cucumber from the fridge and shoving it up my cunt pretending it was some man's cock inside me.
Last month, this lovely black couple moved in next door. The house was up for sale for the longest time, I'm glad to see that 'For Sale' sign finally come down. The couple moving in caught my curiosity as I watch from a distance. He's a very big black man, well defined, she's a curvaceous black woman, gorgeous body with big breasts. Again and again I find myself watching both of them from my upstairs bedroom window mostly out of selfish eagerness. The man often wears tank tops showing off his broad shoulders and his hulky arms, she runs around in too small tight fitting shorts and small tops. When I'm upstairs I find myself spying on both of them, seeing them both outside in the driveway, walking in and out of their garage to their car. My upstairs bedroom window also overlooks a partial view of their back yard, so I can see directly into their Jacuzzi. There have been many times I see them both soaking in the Jacuzzi late at night and on one occasion, I've seen them having sex.
I just can't seem to stop spying on both of them, always being pulled to my upstairs window, my mind clouded with thoughts of arousing fantasy and naughty sex. Recently both have been the focus of my sexual thoughts, irresistibly finding my fingers rubbing my clit whirling me into a sexual frenzy.
One Saturday night, it's 11:30, my husband is downstairs asleep on the couch. I sneak a peek from my upstairs window parting the curtain seeing the Jacuzzi illuminating that bubbling turquoise water, seeing the steam rise and evaporate into the cool crisp air. A few moments later she walks out naked with a towel draped over her shoulder. Then I see him, he's naked also, seeing both of them climb into the Jacuzzi. It takes a moment for me to catch my breath, my heart beating fast... oh my god, look at that cock, never have I seen a dick that big before. I slip my hand between my thighs touching myself imagining him fucking me, being so thick, I'm not sure it would fit all the way inside me. I see her sitting next to him, both drinking Champagne. I watch as they kiss taking little sips of Champagne, watching as they kiss and him playing with her dark nipples. Instantly I become jealous, wishing my life would be more like theirs. After a while I watch as he lifts himself up unto the edge of the Jacuzzi, his dick rock hard. She calmly slips between his legs and begins to suck his cock. Instantly I orgasm.
On those certain nights I couldn't sleep, I would often bring myself to orgasm seeing their image in my mind, her with that big cock in her mouth. Whenever I need a quick fix sexually, I would peek out my window watching them both in the Jacuzzi and that would usually do the trick.
One day I'm out in the front of my house seeing them both in the garage. She waves at me, I muster the courage to walk over and say hello. Both greet me warmly, thanking me for welcoming them to the neighborhood. I'm even more wet standing next to him, he's so tall. My husband ignores them, he's prejudice, but I think their a lovely couple.
Over the next few months we become friendly, having subtle conversations while standing in the front yard, his name is Maurice and her name is Tamara greeting one another while leaving or coming home from work. Then the unexpected happens. Tamara invites me over to a party on Saturday night. I tell my husband excited to go but he doesn't want no part of it, so I plan to go alone.
On Saturday night I mosey next door, walking up the cobblestone pathway to the noticing their front door slightly open. I push on it ever so lightly stepping inside. At first I feel like an intruder but immediately I'm recognized by Tamara wearing this hot pink micro bikini. I can't believe how hot she looks, the top barley covering her nipples. Graciously she hugs me, welcoming me, pulling me further inside their living room.
"Thanks for coming dear, where's your husband?"
"He's not feeling well, it's just me."
Just then her husband Maurice walks in the room greeting me, he's shirtless, wearing a pair of loose fitting jeans, his belt wrapped tight around his waist noticing the highly shined belt buckle. His abs not quite a six pack but firm, his arms tough, a way a man's arms should look. He grabs my arm gently escorting me into the living room, noticing a few other couples sitting around drinking. Other people run naked through the dark hallway laughing at everything, giggling with glee, eyes twinkling, feet flying, they run with abandon, afraid of nothing.
'What am I afraid of?'
I ask myself.
'You are such a prude, your husband has ruined you.'
My thoughts drive me crazy.
"What are you having?" Maurice asks me.
"What? I'm sorry?"
"What would you like to drink?"
"Oh, anything's fine, thank you," not being able to look away from the other people sitting there.
"First you must down this," Tamara frantically handing me a shot glass full of something.
"What's this?"
"Do you like Tequila?"
"I've never had Tequila."
"What? You never had Tequila? Well it's time you had some girl."
I can't take my eyes off her, she looks dazzling in her small fitting pink bikini, wishing I had her shapely figure. But what's more I can't get my eyes off him.
I swallow the shot, my throat burns. At first I don't like the taste, it's astringent, then Tamara hands me another shot, I swallow that one with out delay.
I feel funny, so free emotionally.
Maurice orders me to change into my bathing suit, to join them in the Jacuzzi.
At first I'm hesitant, then after that second shot of Tequila kicks in I'm feeling more daring. I confess I didn't bring my bathing suit. "Well go home and get it," his eyes sharpen, his voice stern as if snapping at me. "Or better yet go nude."
"Go nude?"
"Why not? We'll all go nude," his voice too smooth.
I ask Tamera for another shot of that delicious Tequila.
"Wow! You like it? Coming right up."
After my third shot I'm feeling a bit more fearless, stripping down to my bra and panties, feeling bare and vulnerable. I'm afraid but also desiring something my husband could never give me.
Maurice leers at me as he removes his jeans. He's not wearing underwear, his dick is abnormally big and stiff, not being able to take my eyes off it. He looks gorgeous.
"Do you know why we asked you to come over tonight?" Tamara asks me.
"No why?"
"We both noticed you."
"You noticed me what?"
"Watching from your window upstairs, you seem to be very interested in me and my husband."
"Oh, I um..." feeling embarrassed.
"We see you, looking at us through your upstairs window late at night spying on us."
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry..."
"Don't be, but what the hell are you looking at?"
"I'm so sorry, it's just the two of you..."
"The two of us?... The two of us what?"
"The two of you are very sexy to me...but you're right I shouldn't be watching, that's rude."
"That's sweet," she interrupts... "You think were sexy?"
"Very!"
"But I still don't think it's appropriate to be spying on us."
"I'm so sorry, I won't do it again, I promise."
