A front blew in humid and cooler air, so it was too cloudy and cool to sunbathe for the next few days. The springtime in south Texas was a continual cycle of mild fronts for a few days followed by spectacular days with dry air, bright sunny skies and mild temps.
One day, Julie suggested to Bruce, “Honey, why don’t you ask Tom if he’d like to play golf this weekend? We haven’t seen much of him lately.”
“Wait. Let me get this straight. You’re asking me to go play golf?”
“Yeah. The weather’s great, and you used to play golf with Tom occasionally. It’s been a long time.”
Bruce arranged a tee time for Sunday afternoon and called Tom to invite him to play golf, then come over for dinner afterward. Julie offered to grill burgers outside.
Sunday afternoon, Julie dropped the kids at church for choir practice around two, then raced home. Rummaging through the junk drawer, she found the spare key to Tom’s house that they had been given years ago, for emergencies or to tend to the house when Tom and Madge were out of town.
She went through her back gate to the side yard, then entered Tom’s back yard through his gate, and used the key to open the back door. She knew the men wouldn’t be back for hours, but her heart raced nonetheless. This had seemed such a good idea earlier, but now all she could think of was getting out of the house as soon as she could without leaving any signs of her entry.
The house looked exactly as it had for many years; Tom hadn’t changed a thing since Madge’s death. He kept a very tidy house; everything was in its place. The only clue that the lady of the house was absent was a thin layer of dust on everything. Tom kept everything neat, but not necessarily as clean as Madge would have kept it.
Being careful not to leave any sign of her presence, Julie slipped off her shoes and went upstairs to check out the view Tom had of her pool area. She didn’t know exactly what she was looking for, but she had to see the room where she knew Tom was watching her.
The room was still decorated as it had been when their youngest child was still a teen. There was a telescope on a tripod near the window, and a stool next to it. Opening the blinds, Julie looked through the scope. It was pointed directly at her bedroom window. Now there could be no possible doubt that Tom was spying on her.
Of course, in the light of day, Julie was unable to see into her bedroom. At night, however, when it was dark outside and her lights were on in her bedroom, he would have a perfect view into her bedroom, assuming her shutters were open. How many times would Tom have sat here on his stool in the dark room, hoping for a glimpse of something he shouldn’t see? What a pervert.
Julie racked her brain, trying to remember if she would have been seen in an embarrassing situation. She felt like she would almost certainly have never have been naked with her shutters open and her lights on at night. Why, she even locked the door to her bedroom while having sex when the kids were out of town, out of sheer habit. How many hours had Tom wasted, hoping for an occasional glimpse of her in a sheer nightie or in her bra and panties?
Her heart skipped as she imagined herself standing in front of her mirror, unaware that Tom was watching her, taking off her bra and putting on her nightie. Even if it hadn’t ever happened, the thought of it was exciting to her. Now that she knew he might be watching, it was even more unlikely to ever occur, since she would be sure to close her shutters, but it was still exciting.
She carefully turned the scope to her chaise lounger, to see the view that Tom would have of her. The scope was not a particularly expensive one, capable of seeing far into the night sky. However, at this range, it was more than adequate to allow Tom to see every pore on her skin. As she looked at her lounger, she could read the small print on her paperback that was sitting on it. He would have been able to see any pubic hair not covered by her suit, or even the beads of sweat in the cleavage between her breasts. She shuddered at the thought; partially in embarrassment, partially in the thrill of knowing that she was the target of Tom’s spying.
Her mind’s eye imagined what Tom saw when he watched her through the scope; she saw herself in her lounger, intentionally spreading her legs to allow him to see up her crotch, with nothing covering her pussy but a tiny strip of material. She imagined herself, her unhooked top barely covering her nipples, as Tom prayed that she would feel secure enough in the privacy of her back yard to sit up, allowing it to fall away and expose her chest to his hungry eyes.
Being careful to position the scope exactly as it had been, she went back downstairs, put her shoes on and returned to her house. It took a long time for her heartbeat to return to normal. Putting on her swimsuit, she went outside in the warm sun and cleaned the pool.
One of the other moms had offered to pick up the kids from church, so Julie had no commitments, other than to have dinner ready half an hour or so after Tom called on his way home from the golf course. For the first time in several days, it was sunny enough to lay out. After spreading sunscreen on her body, she smoothed out her towel and lay down in the warm sun.
Closing her eyes, she reveled in dirty fantasies about exposing herself to Tom while he spied on her from his perch next door. In her fantasies, she went much further than she dared in real life; even taking off her suit and fingering herself to climax while he watched. The thought was so incredibly naughty, she became extremely aroused. Her pussy throbbed, as her thoughts became increasingly graphic.
When the kids got home, Julie checked to see if they needed a snack, then went back outside to get some more sun. She drowsily whiled away the afternoon in delightfully naughty fantasies. Finally forcing herself to get up before she got too much sun, she went inside and showered off, then put on a coverup. By the time she had fixed her hair and put on her makeup, Bruce had texted her, letting her know they were on their way.
Julie set the table that was on the back porch, under the shade of the patio cover, and made a pitcher of iced tea. About twenty minutes before the men would be home, she started the charcoal and set out all the condiments on the kitchen countertop. By the time the men pulled in, the briquettes were just about ready.
As the boys recounted their stories of lost balls, the occasional good shots, and the odd lucky birdie, Julie put on the burgers and called the kids. She was happy to see Tom laughing and smiling again. It was the first time in a long time she had seen that.
The kids made their burgers and sat inside, in front of the TV, while the adults went out to the patio table. Julie brought out the pitcher of tea and offered it to the men. As she leaned over to pour, they had a perfect view down the top of her coverup. This was a garment she always wore over a swimsuit, never with nothing underneath. But today she wore only a pair of panties, leaving her breasts unrestrained. The loose coverup allowed a full view of the girls.
Bruce couldn’t believe his eyes. His shy, demure, proper wife was baring it all. Her nipple rested against the fabric, but the rest of her chest was exposed. In the right position, she might even reveal a nipple.
When they had finished their meal, they sat talking for a bit, then Julie excused herself and went in to grab desert. She came out carrying a platter of brownies. Leaning over from the other side of the table, she offered the platter to Tom, allowing him another view down her top.
“Those look fantastic,” Tom said.
Behind his sunglasses, it was impossible to know if he was looking at the brownies, or at her cleavage when he said that.
“Oh, good, I was hoping you’d like them,” Julie said.
She knew what he was looking at. Her pussy ached to be touched, as she was as aroused as she had ever been. She felt so naughty, and so horny.
“That outfit was a bit revealing, don’t you think?” Bruce asked after Tom was gone.
“My coverup? I’ve worn it many times after sunbathing. You never complained before.”
“I’m not complaining, honey, but you normally don’t wear it with nothing underneath. When you lean over, you can see your whole breast.”
“I’m sure nobody but you would look.”
“Yeah, nobody except any male with eyesight.”
“I can’t believe you’re complaining. You’re the one that’s always trying to get me to loosen up and wear more revealing clothes.”
“Like I said, I’m not complaining. If you’re okay, I’m okay. I’m just surprised.”
“Did it make you excited?”
“Maybe.”
“Because you were looking down my top? Or because you thought another man might be?”
“Maybe,” he said non-committedly.
She laughed at that.
That night, as she prepared to join Bruce in bed, he asked, “Honey, aren’t you going to close the shutters?”
“No, I’m going to leave the window cracked a bit and the shutters open to get some air. It’s really pleasant tonight.”
She came out of the bathroom in her nightie, knowing that Tom was probably watching her. She tingled with excitement, her heart beating quickly, just thinking about being seen. She almost chickened out a dozen times, but she managed to repress the urge to close the shutters.
She was still getting used to admitting that she was a slutty, filthy, tease, and enjoyed flaunting her body for the enjoyment of another man. Even though she failed to see how her forty five year old body could cause excitement in another man, it was thrilling to think about him masturbating while watching her.
Both bedside lamps were on, more than enough light for Tom to see her in the dark night from his darkened room. She resisted the impulse to look up at his hiding place, knowing that she wouldn’t be able to see anything anyway.
The sheer fabric of her nightie did little to hide her hard nipples, or the fullness of her breasts when they swayed. Could Tom see that level of detail through the telescope? She decided he almost certainly would be able to, from such a close distance with the enhancement of the scope. Again she had the urge to close the shutters. She was afraid to speak, knowing her voice would reveal her nervousness. Would Bruce notice?
She hesitated at the foot of the bed, again ready to chicken out. Bruce looked at her quizzically. Finally, pulling together her courage, she approached Bruce’s side of the bed, and said, “So, how are you feeling tonight?”
“Ready,” he said.
“Did you get excited seeing my titties today?”
“Maybe,” he said, grabbing her and pulling her into bed with him.
They kissed, hugging each other tightly. Only Julie knew that they were being watched. Her pussy was on fire with arousal.
“Looks like this is your lucky day, Tom,” she thought to herself.
It was all she could do to suppress a big grin, knowing that Tom would be floored as his wildest dreams were about to come true.
Bruce couldn’t believe the change in his wife. First, she gives him a hall pass to play golf on a Sunday with no complaints. In fact, it was her idea. Then, she makes his favorite, burgers on the grill, without complaints about his diet or his weight. Now, she’s coming on to him without him instigating it, after they had already had sex three times in the last week. This was indeed a red letter day. He didn’t know what had come over her, but he sure wasn’t going to complain.
Breaking their kiss, Julie put one leg over Bruce, straddling his body on her knees. She allowed Bruce to help her remove her nightie. She reached behind her and gathered her hair, allowing Bruce free rein to let his hands roam over her bosom. She felt slightly dizzy, as she knew she was revealing her bare breasts to another man for the first time since her marriage.
They struggled with her panties and threw them aside. Julie reached down and stroked his sac and penis. Bruce had had an orgasm barely twenty four hours ago, and he was now only semi erect. But that was more than hard enough for Julie’s horny little twat. She couldn’t get it in her fast enough. The excitement of knowing they were being watched just made her more anxious to stuff Bruce’s fat cock in her wet pussy.
She reached down and grabbed his cock, guiding it into her opening, then lowered herself onto it until she was impaled. Bruce grunted as she worked it into her. There was no tenderness here; only raw lust. Julie’s pussy was well lubricated, allowing Bruce easy access, and she wasted no time working her way onto it.
Once she was fully penetrated, Julie supported herself by putting her hands on Bruce’s chest, giving her freedom to control the pace of her hips pumping. His face was contorted into a grimace of extreme pleasure as she furiously humped.
“Are you watching, Tom?” she thought to herself. “How do you like what you see? Are you imagining yourself under me?”
In her heightened state of arousal, Julie didn’t care what anybody thought anymore, and she reached a hand into her crotch and found her clit. As she stroked Bruce’s dick, she rubbed her little clit. Her cunt was calling the shots, and it desperately wanted to climax while filled with Bruce’s fat dick.
Bruce sputtered and jerked as he squirted his sticky load into Julie’s cunt.
“No, No,” Julie thought, as she intensified her efforts to reach her orgasm before Bruce’s dick became soft and fell out.
She continued pumping on the dick as she rubbed her clit for all she was worth. She had her eyes closed, imagining her neighbor stroking his hard dick as he watched her. Bruce raised his hips off the bed, trying to help give his wife as much penetration as his now semi flaccid dick would permit.
When Julie’s orgasm hit, it surprised her with its intensity. She shivered as wave after wave spread from her groin throughout her body, from her head to her toes. Finally she collapsed in a sweaty heap on Bruce’s chest, and they lay together.
After so many nights of no results, Tom was in no hurry to check the telescope. He waited until the following morning to disconnect his video camera from the eyepiece of the telescope and take it to his office to see if he had captured anything interesting.
“Hmm, their shutters are open. That’s encouraging,” he thought, as he continued to roll the video.
When he saw Julie come out of the bathroom in her nightie, he paused the video and plugged it into his computer so he could see a full size image on his monitor. Restarting the video, he was floored at what he saw. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect to see his neighbor naked, and screwing with wild abandon.
“Ummm, Julie, I had no idea you were such a wild animal,” he thought. “If only I could hold those beautiful, firm little titties of yours.”
He rolled the video of Julie’s climax several times, prolonging his pleasure before finally spewing a thick stream of cum into a hand towel.
