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Knowing Your Neighbors (MF, voy, exhib)
By OneIdleHand

As a lover of the beach, I always look forward to our summer vacation
in South Carolina. We started going to Sullivan's Island several years
after we were married, mostly because we wanted to go to a residential
beach but also because we wanted to tour Charleston. Hayley and I went
about every other year, rationing our vacation time between pleasure
and family commitments, enjoying the intimacy of small house a block
off the beach that was quite affordable. And as the kids came along,
our trips became an annual tradition.

The house served well for several years, but as the kids became older,
we needed more room. Our realtor recommended a house on nearby Isle of
Palms for the following year's vacation. IOP, as it's known, is also a
residential island and in many ways is better suited for families. The
house that was recommended by our realtor was perfect. Unfortunately,
this house, too, was across the street from the beach, but it remained
affordable. It was located directly across from a pedestrian access
with a clear path to a beach area that served only the nearby
residences. There were always a few people around, but it was never

The house was also located near the IOP recreation center, which
offered playgrounds and fields, and there were plenty of back roads to
ride bikes on without significant traffic, which was great for the

The house had a large den, a screened front porch, a large deck to the
rear, and a fenced back yard. There were four bedrooms, which would be
perfect if we invited another couple, which we planned to do because
the kids wanted to bring their friends. The realtor pointed out that
each year it seemed the owner added a little to the house, and outdoor
showers had been the previous off-season project.

Several weeks later, we shared pictures of the house with close friends
who are neighbors, whose kids played regularly with ours. Justin and
Kate weren't quite as fond as the beach as we were, as they preferred
trips to the mountains. Their kids been to the Gulf a couple of times,
and they were eager for them to see the Atlantic. A reservation was
placed for the following year.

Kate and Justin have been friends for years. We've watched each
others' homes during vacations, double dated for dinner and movies, and
borrowed the proverbial cup of milk. Kate looks great. She's about
5'6" with a really cute face. Kate has black hair, blue eyes...I'd
estimate her figure to be 34-28-34 or so. A decent hourglass figure,
but her curves became fuller some years ago when she became a mom.
That, and her breasts are a little small for my tastes. Her husband,
Justin, is...just a guy. A good friend. Not Tom Cruise or Brad Pitt,
but what do I care? Like me, he has a decent build and could benefit
from more exercise. The upper 30's are catching up to all of us.

Well, except Hayley. She committed herself several years ago to get
into shape (for which she was rewarded with a cruise), and she's
maintained herself ever since. She's 5'5", brown hair, and blue eyes.
Her 38" breasts have changed over the years, I suppose. They're
slightly larger and are beginning to hang a little lower, but she's
maintained her hourglass figure, and, at 38, her curves remain in all
the right places. I wouldn't say that she has the face of a model.
She doesn't, but she's very attractive. Great smile, a spark in the
eyes, a perfect nose and lips that are full and inviting. She's gotten
her share of looks from other men, and I haven't minded. It's a
compliment of sorts.
The trip to IOP was without incident, and we finally got our keys from
the realtor and unloaded the vans at the house. The kids were bursting
with energy, so Hayley and I took them all to the beach while Justin
and Kate went to the grocery store to stock up on groceries.

The kids all had a blast together, and it was nice for us not to have
to entertain them as much. This left us free to throw the Frisbee on
the beach, sit in the beach chairs, cool off in the waves and generally
have a relaxing time. After a couple of hours and one large
sandcastle, the kids were ready to return, so we packed up the chairs
and a small cooler and headed back to the house.

The only aggravation I can think of at the beach is having to bathe
after each trip. It's not like a pool where you can dry off and return
a little later. The salt and the sand dries in your swimsuit, and it
begins to itch. Besides that, it's also a nuisance because it gets
spread throughout the house when you walk and in the shower when you

After washing our feet off with a hose, I remembered that the owner had
installed outdoor showers, built under the rear deck of the house.
Although Hayley had to go upstairs to get changes of clothes, soap, and
shampoo, this was a minor inconvenience that we could prepare for next

One side of the shower was for women and the other for men. Simple
enough. The boys were to take turns on one side and the girls on the
other. It was quite a relief that our kids were finally old enough to
bathe themselves.

While the kids showered, Hayley and I hung up the towels and rinsed the
beach toys, chairs, and cooler. Kate and Justin's van was parked, so
they were upstairs, probably unpacking groceries or resting from the
drive. I told Hayley that I would wait downstairs until all the kids
were done, and that she could go on upstairs to the shower attached to
our room if she wanted to go ahead and bathe. She shook her head and
said that she would wait. Then she winked.

It took only a moment for me to connect the dots. I pointed to her and
then to me, and nodded my head to the shower. She smiled, and I knew I
was in for a bit of fun!

The kids finally cleared out, and we entered our respective sides as if
we were going to take our showers separately, lest the kids take notice
otherwise. The showers were interesting. They were built side by
side, each with lockable doors and a shower curtain dividing the space
between a shower area and a dressing area. They were sided with wood
fence siding, 6" wide slats that were 8' tall, with a solid ceiling.
The floor was also wood, with gaps between the boards leading to rocks
and likely a drain below. The outside and dividing walls were built in
a shadowbox style. The fence boards were nailed onto 2"x4" studs in an
alternating style on each side. The owner obviously knew that privacy
was important, and the boards were placed more closely than usual for
this construction so that a person couldn't see through the gaps
between the boards into the other shower.

Or did he?

"Hayley, which side?"

"Mine." Good. She was still in the other side.

"Okay, be right there." I made noises like I was gathering my things
and moved along the dividing wall, looking between the boards if there
were any possible way to see into her side. After all, it wasn't that
I wanted to spy on my wife, but...during the week, Kate might just be
over there and... I wasn't finding any type of view. I could see the
shower curtain at one point, but not very well. I looked down at my
shampoo bottle on the floor. Ahh. Some of the boards had warped near
the bottom, not out but sideways so that they were not straight. I
knelt as quietly as I could, and with my head just off the floor, I
found several spots that gave a limited view of the other side, and by
moving my head slightly at each, I found I could see most of the shower
area although in narrow vertical slices. Hayley, I was happy to see,
had already pulled her suit off. And I could see all the good parts.

"You coming?" Her voice surprised me and made me flinch. It was
almost like I was caught cheating or something.

"Shortly!" In more ways than one, I hoped.

"What's taking you so long?"

Sometimes, telling the truth, modified slightly, works. "I'm just
checking that you can't see from one side to the other. I guess they
built it like this so a breeze can blow through." And I could feel a
slight breeze.

Mountain people. The following day, Kate discovered that, although she
had fond memories of the beach when she was a kid and had been to the
Gulf several times as an adult, she didn't like the heat. "I like the
mountains because they stay so cool." After only an hour, she left to
go back to the house. Drat. So much for my spying game. I had seen
her in swimsuits at our neighborhood pool, so seeing her in a swimsuit
wasn't something new, but it certainly had created a sense of

Hayley and I played Frisbee. She was wearing a one piece, but it was a
sexy one that didn't hide the ampleness of her breasts. They were
completely covered, but their shape was clearly defined because her
suit looked glued to her. And I noticed that Justin kept peering her
way from his seat, especially when she ran and her breasts jiggled.
Well, bounced, really. If he was going to look, I figured I would go
ahead and give him a reason, so I invited him to join us. He clearly
enjoyed watching Hayley run for the Frisbee, so I made sure to throw an
errant throw a little more regularly. Hell, I liked watching them
bounce, too. Hayley wasn't a dupe however, and she gave me a "fed up"
look when Justin wasn't looking. So I threw it better. But that wind
can cause bad things to happen....

Back at the showers, the kids took their turns, and Justin left to go
upstairs to the indoor shower.

After a close marital "marital embrace" in the shower, we returned to
the den to be welcomed by Justin asking, "Well, that took a while,
didn't it?" Hayley blushed, and I gave a guilty but happily so look,
and both Kate and Justin laughed. Hayley went to the back to check on
the kids. I didn't know if Kate had used the outdoor shower or the
indoor one, but I thought maybe an advertisement of sorts might help my
chances of watching her in the shower.

"Those showers are pretty neat." Justin and Kate looked at me,
expecting more. "It's just different from the usual shower because the
ocean breeze blows through a little bit and clears away the steam, and
there's the sound of birds, cars passing... it's kind of like camping in
a tent, except you're taking a shower." Maybe I should have thought
things through a bit. I sounded pretty lame.

Justin didn't seem to notice, though. He said, "Yeah, sounds like it.
Maybe we'll try it tomorrow."

"That's not for me," said Kate. "The showers in here are just fine,
and I've got all my stuff set up."


Day three: No Kate in the shower. Day four: The same. I pretty much
gave up on it. Besides, Hayley was certainly making the shower time
plenty of fun. Day five: Not quite the same.

Kate was ready to return to the house. She had stayed a couple of
hours at the beach, probably helped by the umbrella, plenty of iced
water, a steady breeze and occasional clouds to keep somewhat cooler.
Justin decided he would return with her, and then their kids decided
they would leave too. Our kids weren't ready to return yet, so,
thinking that maybe they could have a little fun, I said, "Maybe you
can try those showers. It's nice. You'll enjoy it." Certainly they
would if they did what Hayley and I did...

Kids turn fickle, fast. Bored without their friends, I suppose, ten
minutes later they were ready to leave. We packed and began the walk
back to the house. As we approached the street, I noticed that Kate
and the kids were just entering the house. Hayley hadn't paid any
attention, as she was watching for cars before we crossed the street.

It occurred to me that Kate had still been wearing her swimsuit, which
meant that she hadn't used the outdoor showers. That meant that Justin
was probably still either outside cleaning their beach stuff, or that
he was just beginning his shower. It turned out that he was still
washing off surfboards, beach chairs and the toys.

My kids took their showers on the respective sides, with my son leaving
first as my daughter had to wash her hair, which takes...forever. Justin
began to take his shower, and it was only at this point that I stopped
to consider that...Damn! He might see MY wife! That wasn't part of the

Men's swimsuits are pretty flimsy. They're lined, but it's good for
nothing. They don't hold the equipment steady. I have no idea what
other guys do, but this means that I have to wear underwear under my
swim trunks, and even then, if I get a hard on, it's very obvious
because of the swimsuit material clinging when it's wet. This usually
isn't that big a problem, because cold water tends to make "things"
small, rather than large. Still, it makes me self conscious.

I mention all that because here I am thinking "Oh no! Another man
might see my wife naked," and I'm suddenly sporting a full erection. I
looked over at Hayley. She was bending over washing her sandals,
giving me a clear view of her breasts. In this case, I liked what I
was seeing, but still, it was another irritation about swimsuits.
Women's swimsuits cost tons, and they stretch very easily. Her suit
was a two piece. It wasn't really a bikini, though. It had a large
bottom that came to the midriff, and an oversized top. But the top
also was cut low, and it was here that the fabric stretched, so that,
as she bent over, I had a great view of everything just shy of her

I had spent the afternoon playing in the water with the boys. It made
sense, now, why Justin had helped Hayley and the girls with a sand
castle. The turkey had been checking out her tits the whole time!

Well, what if Justin saw Hayley naked? Could I live with it? My cock
was saying "yes." My fantasy had to been to spy on Kate, but damn! I
tried not to think about why this was turning me on just as much, if
not more! One thing was certain, if Justin spied on her and Hayley
found out, there would be hell to pay.

But how was this going to work? It's not like I could just tell
Justin, "Hey look.. If you want to see Hayley naked, look between the
slats near the bottom of the shower." You just don't do that, friends
or not.

We entered the shower and locked the door behind us, placing our dry
clothes on a bench in the changing area and moving past the curtain to
the shower portion. I was surprised, really. I had half expected
Hayley to wait until Justin was done with his shower. We're all
relatively conservative, so he would probably be surprised that we were
so obviously in the shower together. This was possibly a politically
incorrect behavior among friends and neighbors, and, hopefully, it
wouldn't be spread around the neighborhood. But I knew him. It

I couldn't tell Justin to look, certainly. But a subtly direct
temptation might work. I asked, in a genuinely helpful tone, "Need help
with the clasp?" As Hayley lifter her hair so that I could unfasten
her top, I had to imagine that there was no way a red blooded male
could, upon hearing this, not think to himself, "Hmmph! Naked woman on
other side of wall. Me try to look." Hey, it's what I would do.
Ears are going to hear what they're going to hear, but the question is,
are you listening?

"Sure," said Hayley. I unfastened the clasps and helped slide the top
over her shoulders and down her arms, which was completely unnecessary.
Then, as her arms were slightly tangled, my hands found their way to
her breasts, this being a frequent ploy for a quick grope. A
sandy/salty one, at that. Hayley turned and mouthed silently, "and

I nodded, and she untied my swimsuit and pulled them down along with my
underwear. She then turned on the shower and claimed the area for
herself, leaving me to remain sandy. Which was okay. It's kind of fun
watching your wife bathe. But was Justin?

I noticed that the sounds in Justin's area were not what they should
be. The sound of a washrag being squeezed or movement under the spray
of water had stopped. There was just the steady spray of water. That
meant... he was trying to look, he was looking, or he was dead. And I
hadn't heard a body drop.

Remembering how Hayley had jolted me somewhat several days earlier when
I was trying to look through, I asked somewhat loudly, "Hey, when's it
going to be my turn?"

I didn't really care about the answer, but I noticed that noises of
movement under the water resumed next to us, and then the shower was
turned off. I heard the shower curtain move and heard him step into
the changing area to dry off.

Hayley moved out from under the water while she shampooed her hair,
and, as I moved under the water, I realized how thankful I was to start
washing the salt and sand off my body. As I washed, I kept asking
myself, "I wonder if he saw her tits? I wonder if he saw her cunt?
What did he think?"

My eyes drifted across Hayley's body as I thought about this. She
noticed my gaze, and she took it that I was ready to be... playful.
And clearly, my engorged shaft was ample evidence that I was. We both
heard the door to the other side of the shower open and close,
indicating that Justin had left. Cool. Maybe he saw her; maybe he
didn't. But it certainly turned me on imagining that he did. And she
was none the wiser.

We swapped places so that Hayley could rinse her hair. With her hands
working in her hair, her breasts were raised to a picture perfect
position. It was too bad a camera in the shower wasn't practical. As
the shampoo suds drained down her body, I couldn't help but softly
caress her soapy breasts, feeling her nipples harden. Her eyes were
closed under the spray of water, but she was smiling. As I reached
under her breasts to feel their weight, for some reason it occurred to
me that the area around the showers was filled with river gravel, and
even with our shower running, I should have been able to hear Justin
walk by on his way to the house. Maybe I had missed it while I was
rinsing. Still...

I backed up slightly, admiring my wife's body as she bathed, but also
adding a little distance. I stole a glance towards the bottom of the
wall while she had her eyes closed. I tried to figure out which boards
I had looked through, but it was difficult. I was at the wrong angle
to see a gap. I looked again, checking a couple of boards over...which
should have been just about right.

It was time to figure it out. I wasn't sure if I would be more excited
to find something or relieved to find nothing. I moved into the
shower, just as Hayley was finishing her second rinse. She let me swap
places and proceeded to wash my hair. It felt wonderful, in part, due
to her hands massaging my head, but also due to the feel of her breasts
rubbing against my chest and back as she moved around me.

The soap cleared from my eyes, and I turned Hayley's back to me and
reached around her waist, pulling her close, my cock hard and nestled
against her. My hands slid up to her breasts and gently fondled them.
If Justin was looking, he would now be focused on her breasts. And if
he was looking there, the limitations of his view would mean that he
couldn't see me. I lightly pulled her left nipple, knowing that I
would have a momentary opportunity. I glanced down towards the
dividing boards, counting from the corner. Three, four... Bingo!
Between the fourth and fifth boards. He hadn't left at all.

Wow. This was more than I anticipated, and I wasn't sure if I liked
it. It had seemed like a fun thing to show off my wife's assets to
another man, briefly. It was sort of a small, broken taboo...something I
could jerk off to later thinking about. This was entirely different.
We were about to make love while being watched.

I could call it off quickly, I realized. But, it was pretty clear I
wouldn't have a choice. Hayley doesn't really like giving blowjobs,
but all week she had been into it...washing me with soap, making my cock
slippery, rinsing it and sucking it. In fact, maybe the lesson was
that I should bathe at night rather than in the morning!

But this was here and now. She backed me against the wall under the
shower head and put her swimsuit on the floor to cushion her knees. It
was like something out of a porno movie, with my wife playing the role
of the subservient sex nympho, on her knees looking up into the eyes of
her man. Well, almost. The water sprayed into her eyes. So much for
the complete fantasy.

Although there were clear advantages to the outdoor showers, one
disadvantage was that we had to be quiet. Just 30' away there could be
a couple or family walking by at any time on their way to the beach.
At least Justin wouldn't be hearing the verbal play that Hayley usually
enjoyed, but he was certainly getting an eyeful.

"Do you want to cum on my face again or do you want to fuck me?"

So much for keeping at least some things private. Always the pleaser,
I asked, "What do you want?"

"Both," she said, in a devilish tone.

Clearly, I was thinking too much, and Hayley was literally sucking the
blood from my brain to a more pleasurable and less cognitive area.
Hayley squeezed the base of my cock firmly, making the head swell as
she licked the under side. I was on the verge of cumming, and she knew
it. She began actively stroking my shaft.

Watching Hayley furiously stroke my cock, with her tits swinging from
every arm movement, it didn't take long to reach that certain ticklish
moment when my balls said "enough." The added presence of watching
eyes didn't help, necessarily, but I was at least satisfied that I
could perform under pressure.

If I stroked my cock for...say, an hour, (and there was no way Hayley
would do it for that long) a lot of cum shoots, but it's usually
somewhat clear and tends to be runny. When I haven't been going at it
for very long, such as, really, the several minutes involved here, it
often comes out in thick white gobs. Having found "release" on each of
the preceding days, there wasn't a whole bunch of goo left in the
factory, but what came out was the thick white stuff. Specifically,
three sticky spurts. Two landed on her lips, and another on her nose,
dangling in an unexpected and erotically vulgar way.

For a moment, that is, then the water washed it away. That was a
visual memory that I would carry for quite a while, and, as the blood
returned to thinking areas, I realized it had been a show for someone
else, as well. I found myself very embarrassed for both of us.

What had I been thinking? Why hadn't some moral override kicked in?
Once I knew he was there I should have called it quits, but I hardly
even paused! I had done nothing to protect the dignity of my wife, the
sanctity of our marriage even.

But then, I wasn't completely guilty, was I? He was the one who had
stayed behind to watch. It wasn't like I had set the whole thing up.
It was really his fault for crossing the lines of friendship and spying
on my naked wife.

"You recovered fast!" What? Hayley beamed at me, her hand again on my
cock after washing her face again. How did I manage that? It usually
took five minutes or longer to recover for a second round. "What's got
you so turned on?"

I hoped I didn't look it, but I felt like a deer caught in the
headlights. I had no idea what to say. Fortunately, she wasn't
pressing for more words.

Hayley swapped places with me and bent over, her hands on the wall of
the shower. She reached behind with one and guided me between her
legs. What was now very cool water coming from the shower contrasted
sharply with the heat from her wet flesh. I realized for a brief
moment that Justin was seeing this, too, but I, once again, wasn't in a
position to think about it. And it took me only another moment to
realize I wanted to put on a good show, to make him jealous of the
woman who would always be mine.

I'm sure my six and a half inches were probably very average, but there
was something about sex that made me, and I suppose every guy, try to
force his way three inches further than whatever his length is into a
woman's cunt. In other words, I grabbed her at the waist and thrust
into her hard. And I always liked "Round 2." My staying power was
always much improved. It would be a show, indeed.

Hayley was hot. She obviously had a need and had been waiting her
turn. She was wriggling ever so slightly as she forced herself back to
meet each thrust, all while keeping her breaths as quiet as she could.
Still, even her reserved panting could be heard, those special little
noises that let a guy know he was doing the job right. But as hard as
it was to concentrate, I tried to think of what Justin's view would be.
He probably couldn't see her facial expressions. Her long brown hair
was wet and draping her face. Good He didn't need to see how her face
lights up when she's passionate. If he moved around a little, he...
Hayley quickly used one hand to toss her hair over her shoulders.
Well, fine then. He would see how her face lights up when she's

He certainly would see her tits swinging with each thrust... What a view
that would be. Age may loosen the skin a little, but when Hayley's 38"
breasts are hanging, the added fullness of her stretched tits don't
just make me want to lick them, but devour them. And Justin was seeing
them in their unrestrained glory, hard nipples, silver dollar size
areola and all.

No fair! Why couldn't Kate take a shower out here?

I doubted Justin could see her cunt, though. Her leg was probably in
the way. Maybe that, at least, would remain private. But for reasons
I didn't want to understand, I didn't want it to.

I withdrew from Hayley's cunt. She would think that I was trying to
prevent myself from cumming. I reached around her to feel her breast
briefly, and then I guided her sideways slightly. She didn't ask why,
but she was now bracing herself against both walls at a corner.

She raised her rear, and there was her sex, facing both me and Justin.
Her cunt lips were red, wet, and spread slightly. "Come on. Fuck me
now. Don't stop." Her hand was between her legs, one finger making
circular motions against her clit as she awaited me. Justin had
certainly had his view. I rammed into her. Justin could probably only
see her left tit at this point, but that was too bad.

"I love it when I feel you balls slapping against me!" Uh-oh. Hayley
was getting verbal. "That's it. Fuck me. Fuck me." It was a
whisper, but a forceful one if there is such a thing. She said it
several times more and went quiet, just as I came within her. Then
came a gentle sigh.

I slipped out of her and brought her close in an embrace. She backed
towards the wall and leaned against it as we kissed. Strange. It was
the first kiss of the entire encounter. And it was a lengthy one,
until Hayley brightened and said, "Time for a soap job!".

It was a treat of sorts, I guess. Or maybe a fetish. But Hayley likes
to play with my cock when it's...I won't say "small," because, well, you
know..., but when it's in its non-erect state. She likes it soft, and
pliable and...soapy. So she cleaned me once more in a great lather and
then rinsed me with water from her cupped hands.

I turned the water off and opened the shower curtain, stepping through
to dry off.

"Honey, just toss me a towel." The area wasn't large enough for two to
comfortably dress, so Hayley remained in the shower portion. I dried
off quickly and started dressing, but Hayley was taking a while longer
due to what she, at times, considered to be "the curse" of long hair.
Just as I was tying my shoes, I looked over to see Hayley with one foot
partially on the dividing wall, so that she could dry her leg and,
indeed, between her legs, more easily. Well, that was it. Now Justin
had seen everything. I had no doubt that he was looking right at her
cunt...her wispy vertical stripe of hair, red lips, swollen clit and all.

Enough already. "Hayley, why don't you come over here where it's dry.
I'm done. Do you want me to wait for you or leave?"

"Oh, wait just a second. I'm going to finish changing upstairs." She
slipped on a beach shirt, which hung to her knees, and wrapped a towel
around her hair. "Can you get my stuff?"

I did, and we left to go into the house. As we reached the top of the
stairs, I realized that we had left our camera in our beach bag, which
I didn't want to leave outside. So I put our stuff in our bedroom and
told Hayley I'd be back in a minute. And I wanted to. I wanted to be
there when Justin came in the door, with some excuse as to where he'd
been, probably soaking wet from the both the steam and the heat created
between Hayley and me. It would be odd for him to explain considering
he'd just had a shower!

Our bags were just outside the driveway, not far from the shower. As I
started searching for the camera, I heard Kate's voice.

"Do you think they know?" She was on the other side of the shower!

"Based on what we just saw, no way. Hopefully, they'll think we're
napping when they get upstairs. Why did you come down, anyway?"

"I was just going to ask you what kind of sandwich you wanted!
Instead, I found out that I'm married to a pervert who spies on his

You tell him, Kate. I heard the shower being turned on.

"Yeah, well, you didn't seem to mind looking either." WHAT?

"Well, that's different!" She giggled. I don't know if I had ever
heard her giggle like that. It took only a moment to realize that the
door to the shower that we had used remained open. Inviting, it was.

I entered the shower, careful to stay low. The light came in from our
side, and I didn't want to cast any shadows that might distract them.
And I was most curious to see what I risked distracting them from! I
hoped my knees didn't pop as I bent and that the floor didn't creak as
I slowly worked may way across the floor.

"Ooooh. You're wet down there. Can I assume that it's safe to skip
the foreplay?" Giggling again. And the sound of kissing.

I finally found a good spot, although "good" wasn't the word that came
to mind when my first glance included Justin's hairy butt above me.
But then he moved slightly and...nirvana. Kate was backing away from
their embrace and...I saw her. All of her.

I'd been to one strip club in my life. Beautiful women were there, and
each was a marvel to behold. Strangely though, it wasn't a turn on.
Maybe it was the coyness or the money. But Hayley was the only woman I
had been intimate with. And while I wouldn't be actually touching
Kate, I knew her personally, and now in a much more personal way. It
made a world of difference.

Finally, I was able to see what was beneath her conservative swimsuits.
Although she had a lack of tone, she had curves, and attractive they
were. I generally consider myself a tit fan when it comes to looking
at women, and hers were nice. They were smaller than Hayley's, but
different. Her nipples were dark and puffy. They weren't an extension
of the slope of her breasts. They had their own protruding character,
curves of their very own. They contrasted with the pale whiteness of
her breasts, and they looked perfect for sucking. Justin must have
thought the same, because his head lowered to them and blocked my view.

Which was okay. There was more to look at. Justin removed his hand
from her slit, probably to hold his balance while he sucked her nipple.
And it was then that I saw her cunt. Kate is conservative in her
politics, her opinions, and her dress. So seeing her cleanly shaven
mound was a small shock. And although a quite clear view of her wet
and blossoming folds was a delight, it was the tattoo that was
stunning. It was right on her pubic mound in a perfect script: July
25, 1987. This I knew to be her anniversary date, and, if the girl
talk my wife passed on was true, it was the night she had lost her
virginity. Kate's own hand reached between her legs, and I was able to
watch as she began a rhythmic stroking of her clit. And to think only
minutes ago I would have been happy just to get a glance of her naked

"I want you, now. Fuck me." To hear her say this seemed to be the
most intimate and private thing I could ever expect to hear a person
say. "Do me like..." She didn't finish her sentence, but she turned to
lean against the wall as Hayley had done. Maybe she would imagine she
was being watched! Ha! The irony was...frustrating me. I had to remain
still and quiet.

"What? I don't get to come on your face first?" Yeah! Good thought
there, Justin.

"No, only on my tits. You know that. But not now." If Kate making
love were a puzzle, I didn't know how many pieces there would be. But
I was so thankful, and turned on, by every physical nuance I saw and
every sound I heard. And every piece made the puzzle that much
clearer. I drew in every pant, every breath, every word. My eye
recorded every sway of her breasts, every ripple through her body as
Justin thrust within her. And most rewarding was her sudden grasping
of a nipple as she orgasmed, rolling it between her fingers and
stretching it away from her body. Justin climaxed within her, and she
continued to work her nipple long after Justin had finished moving
inside her.

As she finally straightened, I could see cum emerging from her freshly
fucked cunt. I knew, too, that it was time to depart. Having been
spying only minutes earlier, they might naturally check to make sure no
one was watching them.
My clothes were wet on one side from laying on the wet floor, so I
quickly changed them. Hayley was already napping, so she was none the
wiser. I was sitting in the den when they returned, reading. Their
clothes were somewhat damp, and their faces were sweaty. I was ready
to hear how they were going to explain this, presumably so soon after
Justin, at least, had taken a shower.

I decided to get the ball rolling. "Look at you! You look like you've
been in a steam bath." Kate's eyes were a little wider than usual.

Apparently, it was Justin who was to do the talking. "Yeah, well, I
saw the lights of a fire truck down by the Rec. center, so we walked
down there to see what was going on."

Good one! "And?"

"I couldn't really tell. I didn't see a fire. But there should have
been for all the heat." True enough.
Later that night, as we were battling the wages of war in a game of
"Risk,", there was a certain excitement I felt each time I looked at
Kate. The clothes she now wore could no longer keep her body a
secret, and it was with the strangest of fascinations that I could sit
across from her in idle conversation, knowing her in a way that she
didn't suspect.

It occurred to me that she and Justin may be having similar thoughts.
Almost. I knew their secret; they didn't know mine. I figured I could
have a little fun with this. A thief probably best understands the
mind of another thief. So a voyeur...would wonder, I hoped.

I looked at Kate. "Hey, I think there's a special date coming in a few
weeks. How are you going to..." I rolled the dice, literally and
figuratively, "... 'mark' your anniversary?"

I could see the question in her eyes as she looked briefly into mine.
I could also tell she was too afraid to know the answer.

It occurred to me that Hayley was the only one of us unaffected by
prying eyes, because she didn't know. She didn't know the neighbors
like I did, or they did. As I looked at her, I considered that Justin
could be envisioning her naked breasts at that very moment, and I had
to ask myself...did it bother me?

I adjusted the erection in my shorts. It was something to ponder while
picturing Kate without her blouse.

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