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I wrote previously about watching my neighbour masturbating. I mentioned in the story that I’d seen her and her hubby having sex and did promise I may write about it. Having received some nice comments and private messages from readers, I thought I’d better not disappoint you all. So, here we go. As usual, this is very detailed. Bear in mind that I have relived this occasion loads of times on my own and, sometimes, when I’ve been laid by other men, so the memory is extremely vivid.
It was late summer a while ago. A lovely warm evening. We’d bumped into them in the local pub. Nothing planned, just happened. A few drinks, lots of chat and laughter and then we all left together. Narrow country lane, they were a few paces in front. I couldn’t help noticing how he regularly patted her bum and, arms linked, how they constantly smiled at each other. I remember thinking how good they looked together.
To set the scene fully, this episode was after I’d seen her play with herself on several occasions. So, I knew she was quite a sexual woman. I remember smiling to myself with the thought that they would definitely make love when they got home.
My hubby yawned. Good, he was tired. Although I was feeling randy, I thought, good, I’d rather have the opportunity to watch them two going at it. I’d been peeking into their bedroom on a few occasions before but, unfortunately, never timed it right. Please, God, let tonight be the night.
We said our Goodnights and, when we got in, mercifully, my hubby went straight to bed. I stayed up on the pretext I’d some reading to get through. I looked down the hall and, click, off went our bedroom light. Yes, he was in bed and, from experience, I knew he’d be snoring in minutes. I closed the lounge door and opened the patio windows. I kicked off my heels and walked barefoot across the garden. It was past midnight and very dark.
For those of you that haven’t read my other stories, my neighbours and I live in bungalows. I could see the lights on in their lounge and, lifting my dress, gingerly straddled the fence at the very bottom of the garden. The curtains were still open. As I’ve said before, our houses are quite secluded, so open curtains would provide a view only to someone in their garden. I inched my way closer, keeping very near to the hedge. Their French windows were slightly open and I could hear laughing and giggling. I could see them on the sofa. Her feet were on his lap. Her skirt was up to her thighs and his fingers were busily squeezing each toe in turn then rapidly tickling up her leg before disappearing behind the fabric of her skirt. They were obviously playing the k**s game, “This little piggy went to market”…………………..and every time the little one “went home”, she giggled loudly. Suddenly, he got up and came to the window. Shit. I froze. He closed the windows. Phew, thank the Lord.
The bedroom light flicked on and in she came, already unbuttoning her blouse. He followed and headed straight for the windows. NO…….for God’s sake don’t shut the bloody curtains. He took hold of the window handle and started to close the open window. No. let some air in, she called. He obediently left it half open and, before I could protest, he grabbed the curtains…………….Leave a gap, you Bastard, I screamed in my head. Leave them open to let the air in, she said. He left about a foot gap and I could see the gentle breeze moving them slightly. Perfect, I could see most of the room.
He moved towards the wardrobe and started to strip. Her blouse was off now and she turned her back to him. He gentlemanly unzipped her skirt and then cupped her tits, still in her bra. Squeezing them, he nibbled her ear. She kicked the skirt off and reached behind to grab his cock through his trousers. She arched her head backwards and licked his chin. Are you going to fuck my brains out, she enquired. Twice, he promised. God, I could hear their every word. This was going to be better than I’d ever imagined.
He let go of her and took his trousers off. She knelt on the floor and stroked the front of his underpants. What a lovely bulge !! She grabbed the waistband and slid them down his legs. Wow, so lovely and hairy and so thick. She started to lick his balls and grabbed his bum cheeks. He played with her ears as her tongue did it’s work.
He climbed on the bed and she knelt at his feet, removing his socks. Leaning forward now, she started to lick his shaft, up and down, ever so slowly. I had the perfect view, from the side. The pressure of her tongue pressed his cock against his belly, then, as her tongue reached the tip and she lifted her head, his cock, now rock hard, sprang upwards. Again and again, she repeated the exercise. Still on her knees, she sat on her heels and unhooked her bra. Gosh, I love her tits. She moved forward and, with her knickers still on, rubbed her pussy on his cock. She leant forward and he grabbed her tits. He squeezed them. Harder, you Bastard, she demanded. He grabbed them and pushed them up towards her face. You can do better than that, she insisted. He grabbed each nipple between thumb and forefinger. As he pulled forward, she leant backwards, squealing at the pain. Twice she freed herself. Leaning forward, again, they were nose to nose. If you want to fuck me, you’d better hurt me, she growled. This time he used each full hand, gripping like a vice on each tit. She gritted her teeth as she leant back. She moved her body side to side as he clung on. As one of her tits freed itself, he clung mercilessly to the other. Then, suddenly, the free hand slapped her thigh so hard I could almost feel the sting. Immediately it turned red. Then, SLAP, another blow in the same spot. She winced but, quite clearly, loved it rough.
He pushed her off him. She landed face down on the bed. In one movement, he grabbed one of her arms and pushed it right up her back, the other hand grabbing the crotch of her knickers and pulled them straight off. Pinning her helplessly to the bed, he started spanking those lovely, fleshy bum cheeks. No softly, softly here. This was a brutal beating. Then he flipped her over. Now face up, she spread her legs wide as he got on his knees between them. She grabbed his ears and, pulling his face towards hers, started to kiss it all over. Without the need for help from either of their hands, that stiff cock went straight into that sopping wet cunt. With her hands tightly clasped round the back of his neck, she opened her mouth wide and let out a series of a****l grunts as he fucked her. Her legs wrapped around his bum, she lifted her bum up and down off the bed, perfectly in time as he rammed his cock in and out of her. That wonderful splashy noise from her cunt, the gasps from her gaping mouth. I love the sounds of sex.
Oh God, my legs buckled as I climaxed. I looked down and realized my dress was on the floor and both my hands were down my knickers.
They were fucking faster and harder now. Oh that gasping as she came. She let go of his neck and lay almost lifeless. I watched her face. That open mouth. That faint panting. Then she started again. Arching her back, mouth opening wider. I looked at him. His head was now between her legs, tonguing her pussy. His hands were under her bum, nails digging into the already red flesh as he squeezed hard. Then she came again. No gentle orgasms here. No sir. Her whole body shook. I could see the spray on his face. Then that wet splashing as he pulled his face away and started fisting her. For a couple of minutes, her body shook as her orgasms swept through her body. Finally he lay by her side, licking her nipples and stroking her still trembling thighs.
Outside, I was completely naked now. One hand rubbing my tits as the other stroked my pussy, trying desperately not to gasp too loudly.
Through my glazed eyes, I looked back into the room. She was climbing on him, cow-girl style. Christ, he was still rock-hard. Again, no hands as his cock slid into her. Then she started. Leant forward on her hands, she moved slowly up and down his cock, clenching and unclenching her bum. Slowly, ever so slowly. Then she sat upright, hands clasped behind her neck, still moving up and down his cock. SLAP. SLAP. He started to bash those lovely tits. Her screams were now a mix of pleasure and pain. SLAP, again and again as she slid up and down him. Then, suddenly, he reached up and grabbed her hair, roughly pulling her face to his. Faster and faster her arse clenched and unclenched as she fucked herself on that rigid cock.
She freed herself from his grip on her hair. Upright again, she raised and lowered herself on his cock. Slowly, she gyrated sideways, then back and forth. In, out, back and forth. Although I couldn’t see some of the action between her legs, I knew what was happening, having been in similar situations. At times, when his cock was out of her, she rubbed the outside of her pussy on the tip of his cock, then slipped it back into her, hands free, as it were. I imagined the sensations she was enjoying. Her cunt throbbing as she used its muscles to tighten and then relax. Her head went further back as she played with those gorgeous tits. As her mouth opened ever wider, I knew she was feeling that warmth deep inside. That pulsating sensation as the thrill filled her. Then that moaning as the inevitable, unstoppable wave took total control of her body. She was knelt with her head pressed into his chest. I could see his cock now, just the head inside her. Such rapid movements, Just the tip, in and out. Her bum quickly clenching and unclenching. Then, oh my God, she let out such a loud Aaaaaaaaah ! as she squirted. The spray was distorted and redirected by his cock.
They both gasped aloud as they came together. Her bum slowed and I could see both their bodies visibly shaking. These two knew how to pleasure each other.
As her pussy reached the tip of his cock, I could see clearly how it glistened with her wetness and then that lovely moment when his cum started to seep out of her. Slowly she slid up and down his cock. All in, then all out. Oh that lovely slurping noise as she drained him. And, eventually, several amazing cunt farts, as I lovingly call them.
They lay for a few minutes, exhausted. Then she climbed off and lay next to him, kissing his face. They muttered some inaudible words and, without further ado, he reached to his side and flicked off the light.
I quickly stepped to the side, knowing I would be quite visible once their light was out. I grabbed my clothes and made my way into my garden.
Once inside my house, I lay on the sofa fingering myself. The first of so many times I’ve relived that experience.
I slid into bed, naked, and for most of the night, as hubby slept, I wanked myself daft.
I’ve seen them fuck a few times since. God, I’d love to join them………………….Perhaps I should pluck up the courage.
One final comment. We middle aged people are much better at fucking than youngsters. All this rubbish about the energy of the young, forget it. Just watch videos of the k**s. I’m at a loss to understand how a young girl sucking off a young bloke can satisfy either of them fully. There, that’s my opinion, for what it’s worth. Come on oldies, let’s start a revolution.
It was late summer a while ago. A lovely warm evening. We’d bumped into them in the local pub. Nothing planned, just happened. A few drinks, lots of chat and laughter and then we all left together. Narrow country lane, they were a few paces in front. I couldn’t help noticing how he regularly patted her bum and, arms linked, how they constantly smiled at each other. I remember thinking how good they looked together.
To set the scene fully, this episode was after I’d seen her play with herself on several occasions. So, I knew she was quite a sexual woman. I remember smiling to myself with the thought that they would definitely make love when they got home.
My hubby yawned. Good, he was tired. Although I was feeling randy, I thought, good, I’d rather have the opportunity to watch them two going at it. I’d been peeking into their bedroom on a few occasions before but, unfortunately, never timed it right. Please, God, let tonight be the night.
We said our Goodnights and, when we got in, mercifully, my hubby went straight to bed. I stayed up on the pretext I’d some reading to get through. I looked down the hall and, click, off went our bedroom light. Yes, he was in bed and, from experience, I knew he’d be snoring in minutes. I closed the lounge door and opened the patio windows. I kicked off my heels and walked barefoot across the garden. It was past midnight and very dark.
For those of you that haven’t read my other stories, my neighbours and I live in bungalows. I could see the lights on in their lounge and, lifting my dress, gingerly straddled the fence at the very bottom of the garden. The curtains were still open. As I’ve said before, our houses are quite secluded, so open curtains would provide a view only to someone in their garden. I inched my way closer, keeping very near to the hedge. Their French windows were slightly open and I could hear laughing and giggling. I could see them on the sofa. Her feet were on his lap. Her skirt was up to her thighs and his fingers were busily squeezing each toe in turn then rapidly tickling up her leg before disappearing behind the fabric of her skirt. They were obviously playing the k**s game, “This little piggy went to market”…………………..and every time the little one “went home”, she giggled loudly. Suddenly, he got up and came to the window. Shit. I froze. He closed the windows. Phew, thank the Lord.
The bedroom light flicked on and in she came, already unbuttoning her blouse. He followed and headed straight for the windows. NO…….for God’s sake don’t shut the bloody curtains. He took hold of the window handle and started to close the open window. No. let some air in, she called. He obediently left it half open and, before I could protest, he grabbed the curtains…………….Leave a gap, you Bastard, I screamed in my head. Leave them open to let the air in, she said. He left about a foot gap and I could see the gentle breeze moving them slightly. Perfect, I could see most of the room.
He moved towards the wardrobe and started to strip. Her blouse was off now and she turned her back to him. He gentlemanly unzipped her skirt and then cupped her tits, still in her bra. Squeezing them, he nibbled her ear. She kicked the skirt off and reached behind to grab his cock through his trousers. She arched her head backwards and licked his chin. Are you going to fuck my brains out, she enquired. Twice, he promised. God, I could hear their every word. This was going to be better than I’d ever imagined.
He let go of her and took his trousers off. She knelt on the floor and stroked the front of his underpants. What a lovely bulge !! She grabbed the waistband and slid them down his legs. Wow, so lovely and hairy and so thick. She started to lick his balls and grabbed his bum cheeks. He played with her ears as her tongue did it’s work.
He climbed on the bed and she knelt at his feet, removing his socks. Leaning forward now, she started to lick his shaft, up and down, ever so slowly. I had the perfect view, from the side. The pressure of her tongue pressed his cock against his belly, then, as her tongue reached the tip and she lifted her head, his cock, now rock hard, sprang upwards. Again and again, she repeated the exercise. Still on her knees, she sat on her heels and unhooked her bra. Gosh, I love her tits. She moved forward and, with her knickers still on, rubbed her pussy on his cock. She leant forward and he grabbed her tits. He squeezed them. Harder, you Bastard, she demanded. He grabbed them and pushed them up towards her face. You can do better than that, she insisted. He grabbed each nipple between thumb and forefinger. As he pulled forward, she leant backwards, squealing at the pain. Twice she freed herself. Leaning forward, again, they were nose to nose. If you want to fuck me, you’d better hurt me, she growled. This time he used each full hand, gripping like a vice on each tit. She gritted her teeth as she leant back. She moved her body side to side as he clung on. As one of her tits freed itself, he clung mercilessly to the other. Then, suddenly, the free hand slapped her thigh so hard I could almost feel the sting. Immediately it turned red. Then, SLAP, another blow in the same spot. She winced but, quite clearly, loved it rough.
He pushed her off him. She landed face down on the bed. In one movement, he grabbed one of her arms and pushed it right up her back, the other hand grabbing the crotch of her knickers and pulled them straight off. Pinning her helplessly to the bed, he started spanking those lovely, fleshy bum cheeks. No softly, softly here. This was a brutal beating. Then he flipped her over. Now face up, she spread her legs wide as he got on his knees between them. She grabbed his ears and, pulling his face towards hers, started to kiss it all over. Without the need for help from either of their hands, that stiff cock went straight into that sopping wet cunt. With her hands tightly clasped round the back of his neck, she opened her mouth wide and let out a series of a****l grunts as he fucked her. Her legs wrapped around his bum, she lifted her bum up and down off the bed, perfectly in time as he rammed his cock in and out of her. That wonderful splashy noise from her cunt, the gasps from her gaping mouth. I love the sounds of sex.
Oh God, my legs buckled as I climaxed. I looked down and realized my dress was on the floor and both my hands were down my knickers.
They were fucking faster and harder now. Oh that gasping as she came. She let go of his neck and lay almost lifeless. I watched her face. That open mouth. That faint panting. Then she started again. Arching her back, mouth opening wider. I looked at him. His head was now between her legs, tonguing her pussy. His hands were under her bum, nails digging into the already red flesh as he squeezed hard. Then she came again. No gentle orgasms here. No sir. Her whole body shook. I could see the spray on his face. Then that wet splashing as he pulled his face away and started fisting her. For a couple of minutes, her body shook as her orgasms swept through her body. Finally he lay by her side, licking her nipples and stroking her still trembling thighs.
Outside, I was completely naked now. One hand rubbing my tits as the other stroked my pussy, trying desperately not to gasp too loudly.
Through my glazed eyes, I looked back into the room. She was climbing on him, cow-girl style. Christ, he was still rock-hard. Again, no hands as his cock slid into her. Then she started. Leant forward on her hands, she moved slowly up and down his cock, clenching and unclenching her bum. Slowly, ever so slowly. Then she sat upright, hands clasped behind her neck, still moving up and down his cock. SLAP. SLAP. He started to bash those lovely tits. Her screams were now a mix of pleasure and pain. SLAP, again and again as she slid up and down him. Then, suddenly, he reached up and grabbed her hair, roughly pulling her face to his. Faster and faster her arse clenched and unclenched as she fucked herself on that rigid cock.
She freed herself from his grip on her hair. Upright again, she raised and lowered herself on his cock. Slowly, she gyrated sideways, then back and forth. In, out, back and forth. Although I couldn’t see some of the action between her legs, I knew what was happening, having been in similar situations. At times, when his cock was out of her, she rubbed the outside of her pussy on the tip of his cock, then slipped it back into her, hands free, as it were. I imagined the sensations she was enjoying. Her cunt throbbing as she used its muscles to tighten and then relax. Her head went further back as she played with those gorgeous tits. As her mouth opened ever wider, I knew she was feeling that warmth deep inside. That pulsating sensation as the thrill filled her. Then that moaning as the inevitable, unstoppable wave took total control of her body. She was knelt with her head pressed into his chest. I could see his cock now, just the head inside her. Such rapid movements, Just the tip, in and out. Her bum quickly clenching and unclenching. Then, oh my God, she let out such a loud Aaaaaaaaah ! as she squirted. The spray was distorted and redirected by his cock.
They both gasped aloud as they came together. Her bum slowed and I could see both their bodies visibly shaking. These two knew how to pleasure each other.
As her pussy reached the tip of his cock, I could see clearly how it glistened with her wetness and then that lovely moment when his cum started to seep out of her. Slowly she slid up and down his cock. All in, then all out. Oh that lovely slurping noise as she drained him. And, eventually, several amazing cunt farts, as I lovingly call them.
They lay for a few minutes, exhausted. Then she climbed off and lay next to him, kissing his face. They muttered some inaudible words and, without further ado, he reached to his side and flicked off the light.
I quickly stepped to the side, knowing I would be quite visible once their light was out. I grabbed my clothes and made my way into my garden.
Once inside my house, I lay on the sofa fingering myself. The first of so many times I’ve relived that experience.
I slid into bed, naked, and for most of the night, as hubby slept, I wanked myself daft.
I’ve seen them fuck a few times since. God, I’d love to join them………………….Perhaps I should pluck up the courage.
One final comment. We middle aged people are much better at fucking than youngsters. All this rubbish about the energy of the young, forget it. Just watch videos of the k**s. I’m at a loss to understand how a young girl sucking off a young bloke can satisfy either of them fully. There, that’s my opinion, for what it’s worth. Come on oldies, let’s start a revolution.
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