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Seated in the spare bedroom of their apartment, which Dave uses as a study, he’s trying to run down a column of figures on his adding machine. He’s moonlighting, which consists of running monthly audits for several small, independent businesses, a couple of service stations, a neighborhood corner store, a hairdresser, and a florist. Dave works hard at his regular job, then spends two or three nights every week doing more of the same thing for these small outfits. He makes a stupid mistake, transposing some numbers, and he clears the machine, corrects the error, and leans back away from his desk in his swivel chair, listening to his radio, turns it up to drown out the sounds of the television in the living room. Mary is there watching while some insipid singer-comedian going through his relaxed routines. He cannot stand to watch this particular program, and he’s glad he can sequester himself in the office when it’s on. What Dave would like to do is get another TV for his office and then watch what he wants, such as a detective series, or a talk show. There are things he likes to watch that aren’t on TV.
Looking at his wristwatch, he sees it’s a little after ten-thirty. Still early, yet maybe, just maybe, he’ll be in luck tonight. A small smile of anticipation creases his round face, and he lifts his short, muscular frame out of his chair. Going to the window, he gingerly draws back the drapes and getting careful to stay back from the sill; his eager eyes seek the window of the apartment below, and slightly to the left. He’s looking directly on the bed, sheets, and covers turned back for occupancy, yet he’s disappointed. The young couple isn’t on the bed, yet.
“Fuck,” he growls.
He’ll have to wait. His eyes shift to the bathroom window. Sometimes they’re as careless about keeping this window closed, as they are the one in the bedroom. Well, he’s in luck. The light is on in the bathroom, and the window is open, yet the only way he can see into his neighbor’s bathroom is to be in his.
‘Well, hell, it looks like a change of venue is in order,’ he thought.
In his bathroom, a second or two later, with the door securely locked, Dave steps into the bathtub, opens the window, and standing on his tiptoes looks down into the similar cubicle of the ground-floor apartment in the next building.
“Oh, shit,” he said softly, developing a sneer.
All he can see is the slim, muscular body of her husband. The man is facing him and is just entering the shower. His dark chest hairs contrasting with white skin, and below, the extreme hairiness of his loins almost obscures the flaccid shaft of his cock hanging softly against the longer, slightly reddish scrotal sac with its large egg-shaped testicles swinging easily below. Dave isn’t interested in watching a naked man take a shower, although he watched this same man make love to his wife, knowing he’s virile, potent, and has staying power that won’t quit. It’s the wife Dave wants to see.
‘Fuck, she’s a luscious little piece of ass,’ he thought.
Dave isn’t even sure what her name is, yet he thought their last name is Warner. He’s just about ready to step back out of the bathtub and go back to work when he sees her. She drifts into his view, shrugging off a light dressing robe. Dave’s eyes widen, the pupils flare as he watches her hang the robe on the door, the soft, round orbs of her beautifully sculpted buttocks working as she kicked off her Crocs.
‘Damn,’ he thought with a gasp.
How he’d love to get his hands on her, his fingers digging into those twin mounds of warm, smooth, alabaster-white flesh. He can almost feel it in the palms of his hands as he watches; then she turns and faces him.
Her breasts full and round placed high and wide-spaced on her chest, the nipples pouting upward, and the pink areolas look almost like round bull’s-eyes. The rest of her is equally fetching. She has a sweet face with regular features, even white teeth, a sensuous mouth, and golden-blonde all over. Dave’s eyes zero in on the spun-gold mound of pubic hair framed by slightly wide yet curvaceous hips, and he feels his cock, below, inside his pants, come to pulsating, vibrant life. He thrills as blood pumps into it to be trapped there, the tumescent shaft of his cock throbbing with the urgency of his sexual need. His scrotum works, pulling his balls tight toward his crotch. This is what confuses him. Dave can get a hard-on watching the neighbor’s wife undress in her bathroom, yet when he gets into bed with Mary, his wife, most the time, he can’t get hard.
It isn’t that Mary is an ugly witch, either. She’s every bit as desirable as this sweet, young woman next door is. There’s just something turning Dave off when he tries to make love with his wife. It isn’t she doesn’t like sex either, Mary is different from many men’s wives he knows about: Like the ones who always have a headache, or demanded any special favor or gift, or who cynically, even perhaps sadistically, limit their husband’s sex demands by making themselves sexually unattractive. He thought about the too-fat wives he knows, and the ones with caustic tongues, as well as the constant-complainers.
‘Shit, that’s not Mary at all,’ he thought. ‘She likes to fuck, maybe even too much.’ Actually, Dave is closer to an insight into what’s happening between him and Mary than he’ll ever be, yet unfortunately, he doesn’t recognize it or pursue the idea to its logical conclusion. In the apartment’s bathroom next door, the lovely young blonde wife opens the shower door and steps in with her husband, and out of Dave’s field of view.
“Fuck it.”
There’ll be nothing to see for a while. Turning, Dave steps out of the bathtub and flushes the toilet; then, he leaves the room and going back to his desk. The television in the living room is still going, and he assumes Mary will be there for another half-hour or more. Of course, she knows better than to disturb her husband while working. He has made it clear to her after they married. Mary is Dave’s second wife. The man’s doing these accounting jobs at home at night, so he can pay alimony to his first wife.
‘That fucking bitch is too smart to get married, again,’ he often thought. ‘All she thinks about is money, and she’s getting it. Plenty.’
Dave felt robbed when his alimony payments were more than fifteen hundred dollars a month. It had taken several stormy sessions with Vicky’s lawyer before he got it reduced to a more comfortable figure, nine hundred and fifty dollars per month. Then, when Dave married Mary, there just wasn’t enough money to go around, so the man’s moonlighting. He doesn’t want to spend his evenings grubbing for extra money, yet there doesn’t seem to be any other way to meet expenses. The worst part of it is, prices for everything keep going up, and inflation is eating away at his salary to the point where he’s thinking of taking on a couple more accounts.
‘Shit, If I have to do that, pretty soon, I’ll be working four or five nights a week,’ he thought bitterly.
Glumly, Dave sits back down at his desk, conscious of his still throbbing erection, straining against the front of his trousers, his hand going down to caress the turgid length of his cock and smiling with the secret knowledge he sure as hell isn’t impotent as Mary regularly accuses him of. He toys with an idea.
‘What I ought to do is, go in there, turn that fucking TV off, haul her out of her chair and throw her on the floor, then fuck the living shit out of her. So she knows she’s really been fucked and can’t walk straight for a day.’
Something keeps Dave from carrying out the idea, though. Maybe it’s the memory of how Vicky had rebuffed him so many times, putting him off with vapid excuses until one day, he tried it. He’d shoved her, forced her, and raped her; actually fucking the ass off her while, she fought him like a wounded tigress. This act was a costly mistake, and after a visit to her lawyer the next day, she insisted he move out because she’s divorcing him.
The man sits at his desk for several minutes, trying to force himself back to the drudgery of those endless columns of figures, yet after a few desultory attempts at reconciling some of the entries, he gives it up as a lost cause. Reaching into his desk drawer, he brings forth a small pair of binoculars, rises from his chair, and goes to the window again. Things are going to start happening in his neighbor’s bedroom soon. Dave sees the young husband stretched out to his full length on the white bedsheets, his cock hardening rapidly.
He still can’t see the man’s lovely, blonde wife, yet. She’s in another part of the bedroom, hidden from his view. Now, the husband is reaching down to grasp the shaft of his cock, holding it aloft. His mouth is moving, yet Dave can’t hear his words; he can only imagine he’s making a lewd invitation to his pretty wife.
She’s there, then, crawling onto the bed beside him and rolling over on top of her husband. Dave sees her white, tapering thighs part then close again, and he knows she has captured the stiffening shaft of her husband’s cock, holding it tightly between her clamped-together legs. Using the binoculars, Dave brings the scene into sharp focus, almost as bright and large as though he’s in the room with them.
‘This is the best fucking investment I ever made,’ he thought, as his arousal grows.
He watches their mouths meet and meld, and he imagines the sucking, nibbling, and the intertwining of tongues in the deep, open-mouthed kiss. Then, as Dave sweeps the glasses over the smooth whiteness of her back to the nipped-in waist and the curving flare of her hips, he sees the slight undulations of her buttocks. He knows she’s grinding her warmly moist furrow on the length of her husband’s massive erect cock.
Below, Dave feels the involuntary lurch of his aching hard-on, his hand going into a pocket to shift the shaft of his turgid cock to a more comfortable position, and with gentle fingers, he caresses the length of it, debating with himself whether he should or shouldn’t. Several times lately, as he’s watched the copulating neighbors, he’d masturbated simultaneously. Jerking-off gives him a measure of satisfaction, yet Dave doesn’t really like to do it, as it seems such a waste, especially when he gets all the fucking he can handle with his wife, Mary.
‘It’s fucking strange, I can’t get it up with her,’ he thought. ‘Maybe it’s because she’s so eager for it, always letting me know she’s hot for a fuck and coming after me. Shit, I don’t know why she’s so sexually aggressive sometimes.’
Again, the truth is dogging him, yet Dave doesn’t recognize it when he sees it. What he knows for sure is, when he’s with his wife, his cock just lies there limp as hell.
‘Even if I do get it half-hard,’ he thought, ‘it’ll just curl up and die on me.’
As Dave watches, his excitement mounts, he sees the young wife slithering over her husband’s chest, her mouth kissing his flat belly. Lower and lower she moves, until she’s kneeling between his widespread legs, her hands busy, one caressing his balls, while the other holds the thick length of the shaft. Then, her smiling lips are coming down to the throbbing head of it, as her tiny hand retracts the loose folds of the foreskin to reveal the reddish satin of her husband’s cock head.
‘Fuck, she’s going to suck him, tonight,’ he thought, his breathing now heavy with lust.
Dave’s cock jerks involuntarily with erotic excitement against the confining cloth of his shorts and pants and his hand goes there again to soothe and fondle. He’s thinking about Mary still.
‘Maybe it’d be a good idea to take his throbbing boner into the living room and make it with her there,’ he wonders, ‘without any rough stuff, though, just a nice, smooth fuck on the couch or the floor. Any place other than the bedroom.’
However, he cannot tear himself away from the sex show going on in the apartment below. The young blonde-haired woman has her husband’s cock in her mouth now, and Dave let his imagination roam, trying to envision what it’d feel like to have her delicious tongue swirling around the head of his cock. It’s hard to hold the binoculars steady with one hand, and the peeping man stops the unconscious stroking of his cock, intent upon watching the other man’s hard shaft as it’s absorbed deeper into his wife’s mouth. With both hands holding the binoculars now, he watches the golden blonde head bob slowly on the turgid length of her husband’s cock, the binoculars giving him a close-up view of everything happening.
Dave sees the tiny, pink flanges of her inner lips pull out, glistening with droplets of moisture, on the upstroke; then, they’re stuffed back inside, her lips rolling inward as they nibble their way back down to absorb almost all of her man’s cock in each downward bob of her head. With a serene face and closed eyes, and the gold of her hair is cascading over her husband’s hairy thighs. Then he notices the young man is flexing his hips, driving his massive cock even deeper up into his wife’s gasping mouth.
Now, she’s taking all of it; her nose is nestling solidly into the black hairiness of her husband’s groin. Having watched the young couple enough during the last few weeks to know the man’s erect cock is something to reckon with. Dave watches him pull it clear before ramming it back home again, into his wife’s undulating receptive mouth, he’s sure how much cock she’s taking deep into her throat.
‘Fuck me, she’s got all of it in her mouth, and he has about eight inches of hard cock, at least,’ he thought.
Dave can barely contain his mounting excitement, as he watches the young wife from next door, her head beginning to move faster, and her husband’s hands groping either side of her head to guide her sucking mouth, while simultaneously his hips rise and fall in rhythmic counterpoint, as he thrust up at her with urgency.
‘Fuck, she’s gonna suck him off all the way,’ Dave thought.
As he watches the blowjob unfold, an idea grows, little by little, until he knows he has to have the sweet, young thing, next door. Somehow, he’ll get the blonde-haired woman to take him to bed, and Dave can already imagine her luscious flesh, her mouth working on him, his tongue in her tight cunt, and finally, his stiff throbbing cock fucking her. Dave imagines the neighbor’s wife clinging cunt slipping along the length of Dave’s thick cock, repeatedly driving him wild with passion.
‘If I work it just right,’ he thought.
Faster and faster, her golden-crowned head moves over her husband’s loins, her mouth alternately nibbling and sucking, her cheeks hollowing, her lips stretched into a wide oval around the monster shaft tightening and relaxing, and Dave knows in a moment it’ll be over. Even more fervently, the man wishes it were he ejaculating into her deliciously sucking mouth.
With a final, upward ramming thrust of hips, the young husband climaxes. Dave watches him go rigid, and at the base of the man’s hard cock, there’s a little stretch seen clearly through the glasses. Fascinated, Dave watches as it expands and contracts rhythmically, pumping that semen splashing into his wife’s still sucking mouth. Then he watches her throat, the muscles working as she swallows, and subconsciously, Dave’s hand goes to his pulsating cock, his fingers fumbling with the zipper. In a moment, he’s hauling his hard cock out of his fly, his hand gripping it tightly and moving it, and he’s aware the head of it is moist and hot.
Suddenly, he stops. ‘Why the hell should I,’ he wonders. ‘Shit, I’ve got a hard-on that won’t quit. So, why don’t I use it the right way? Do it,’ he tells himself, ‘go into the living room and fuck your wife. Rip her clothes off, throw her down on the rug, and fuck her silly.’
Stuffing his turgid, demanding cock back into his pants yet not bothering to zip his fly, Dave puts the binocular on the desk as he goes by on his way to the living room, thinking: ‘I should’ve done it before this, instead of letting her ridicule me and accuse me of getting impotent? Fuck. Just wait until she sees this.’
The living room is empty, though. The TV set is still on, yet Mary is not there.
“Mary?”
There’s no answer. Swiftly, Dave searches their apartment. She isn’t in the bedroom or the bath. However, he sees her purse on the dresser, so he knows she cannot have gone far.
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