The Nosy Neighbor
Adelaye Hearst
Copyright 2012 by Adelaye Hearst
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The Miracle
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The Nosy Neighbor
Fall, a lovely time of year when all the trees lose their leaves, the wind gusts get colder and it gets dark so early in the evening. Teaching allowed Leanne to get home from work at about 4 pm. Her husband usually arrived 30 minutes later and by 5 pm they both would have eaten dinner and been relaxing in front of the T.V. or in front of their fire place. While they had only been married 2 years, they had quickly formed this pattern when they had been dating. Because they ate so early it left time for other activities at night.
They were creatures of habit. Their life was comfortable and they enjoyed it. Then came the year Jesse was deployed because of his job with the military. That fall, Jesse got word that his unit would be deployed right after Thanksgiving. You could see this was going to be tough on the two newlyweds, for indeed, at 2 years they still acted like newlyweds. You may ask, how I should know, well I’m their neighbor who resides in the house behind them.
Leanne and Jesse have a very active sex life. Many nights they turn on their little gas fire in their living room and make love on the living room floor. I would like to say that I am not a peeping tom. But, they often forgot they didn’t have blinds on the large sliding glass door of their patio. Since this had become a rather frequent occurrence I had taken up residence sitting in the recliner in my work room to watch them.
THE FALL
I spoke with Jesse the Friday night before his deployment and he seemed rather sad, and was worried about being gone so long. He even asked if I would keep an eye on the house just in case Leanne might need help. He said some people from his unit, that weren’t going to be deployed, would be by to mow the lawn if it needed it. Unfortunately, their relatives were so far away Leanne might need a father figure to fix things from time-to-time. A little while later Leanne even talked with me as I was taking my dog out for his nightly constitutional. She was worried too. I don’t think either one of them had ever been away from the other for more than 2 days in the entire time they had been married.
Soon after the deployment I noticed that the pattern of behavior changed. No longer did Leanne eat dinner by five and relax in front of the television in the evenings. Since Jesse was away I certainly wasn’t going to get the opportunity to see anything going on in front of their fire. I stopped sitting in my recliner and stopped religiously watching the back of their house. This was decidedly against the request of Jesse who had expressly asked me to watch over Leanne in case she needed something. I found that my interest in Leanne only stretched to a glance across our yards once or twice a week if I was lucky. Months went by where I never noticed a thing, fall had changed to winter and snow lay on the ground and clung to the trees.
The Winter
Then one evening I noticed that Leanne was sitting in front of the little gas fireplace completely naked. Whether she had been doing this all along or if it had just began on the night I chose to glance over, I will never know. I’m just glad I glanced over when I did. It seemed as if Leanne had needed something and since Jesse was away she needed to find a way to satisfy herself without him. On that night she pleasured herself with what I have come to think is a banana. I had not resorted to using binoculars yet. I could tell the color was yellow and she fondled herself before she inserted it inside her delicate folds. It didn’t take her very long before she seemed to finish and relax. She lay in front of the fire for about twenty minutes and then she must have turned off the lights and gone to bed.
As you can imagine I began to watch the house again. I had to make sure I had not missed anything. Three nights later Leanne again was again sitting in the living room with the little fire place lit. She was wearing a long virginal white flannel night gown. Not much to look at, except that when she rose up off of the couch you could see right through it. She continued to watch T.V and knit. I made sure that I had my binoculars ready to watch whatever show she was going to put on. After about 30 minutes of watching she made her move. That night it was rather tame, she scooted the white night gown above her hips and began to fondle herself, she was not wearing any panties. Her hips were angled just so I could see her fingers stroking over her sensitive flesh. The whole interlude lasted less than 5 minutes. I began to kick myself for not watching the house more regularly since Jesse had been away.
Over the next couple of weeks I caught her pleasuring herself with many kitchen gadgets and produce. Some of the more memorable nights were when she used a large cooking carrot or a wide cucumber. Cucumbers seemed to be a repeated choice as they were large enough to really fill her up. The cucumber was a large fat thing. It stretched he gentle opening to the max. From my vantage point she really seemed to enjoy something so wide repeatedly plunging into her. To the casual observer she seemed content to play with herself, and I certainly did not mind watching.
After about two months I noticed her getting a little more adventurous. The now nightly ritual was again in place. I never missed a night in my recliner with my binoculars. She must have gone to a toy store and purchased some cops and robber toys. The package she opened had a set of plastic hand cuffs and not the furry kind you see at some stores. It also had a plastic pistol and a black night stick. Clearly the gun and the plastic handcuffs would have to wait until Jesse came home. The black night stick however was put to use immediately. It had a handle part that was marked with ridges so you could get a better grip on it. It had a bulbous end that was about two inches that tapered down to about an inch in diameter at the other. I watched her start small with the one inch tapered end as she placed it inside herself. She rubbed it around for five or six minutes, but I don’t think she was really satisfied. She then inserted the larger bulbous end and immediately she began to work it in and out faster and faster. I think she liked the wider end much more than the smaller. I wanted to immediately go out and buy one of my own to use with my wife, but I don’t think she would let me.
The next night she again brought out the black night stick, this time however she chose to use the handle end and its ridges to roughly rub it over her sensitive clitoris. She came almost immediately. I could tell by how fast the session in the living room ended. While it was nice to watch, I wished it had lasted longer.
On the third night of the black night stick she changed her pattern. I watched as she brought in a bottle of scented lotion from one of those stores at the mall that sell such things to my wife at inflated prices. I wished I knew what scent it was. She began by pushing the black night stick into the space between the couch cushions and the base of the couch, so that the bulbous end was facing in toward the couch and the handle with its ridges facing out. I could not see what she was doing because her naked body was in the way, but I think she spread the scented lotion on to the handle end of the night stick. She then began to massage cream onto the front and back of her body. She spent a large amount of time massaging her hips, nether cheeks, and lower back. She even took special care to arouse herself by using the cream to massage her clitoris. When she was fully aroused and scented with the cream she crawled onto her hands and knees with her rear facing the couch began to slowly slide backward onto the black night stick. At first it seemed to give her some resistance, but she changed the positioning of her upper body by lowering herself closer to the floor. As she did, the resistance melted away and her body surged back onto the stick. It must have felt o.k. because she gradually began moving so the stick could pump in and out of her ass. She reached toward her clit with her hand and stimulated herself into a wracking climax. From my vantage point it seemed like her knees gave out as she slumped to the floor. She lay there for five minutes while she recovered.
Sometimes when I watch these scenes or little shows as I call them I’m so aroused. My wife has no idea what I do in this room. On the few times she has come in here I have always been watching television or working on my woodworking. Some nights I’m aroused just by the thought that maybe she will walk in on me, when I have my hand on my penis, as I watch the show across our backyard. My wife has been on the receiving end of some of my hornier thoughts. Many nights lately I’ve taken her to bed and reenacted the scenes in my head as we make love. She sure has commented on how much sex we seem to be having lately. I’m not sure I want to tell her why. If she takes it the wrong way I could seriously be in trouble. For now, I am content to just continue to be a voyeur.
The Spring
Winter came and went with many nights spent in front of the fire. As spring came I was disappointed when the fire was turned on less and less. This was short lived when I realized that Leanne had again been out shopping. This time I’m sure she went to a place that specializes in sex toys. I could tell by her new choices of items to fuck. Rarely, did she use a cucumber, carrot, or banana any more. From the store package she pulled out a large penis shaped dildo. Unlike a real man’s penis this fake penis was overly proportioned and seemed huge in her small hand. It also had a special feature where she could suction cup it to items in the house. On the first night she had the fake dick, as I began to call it, she suction cupped it to a video game lounge chair. The chairs special rocking feature and narrow shape allowed her climb on the chair facing backwards and use the natural rocking motion of the chair to slowly fuck herself. When she was finished the naugahyde of the chair was slick with her exertions and glittered in the moonlight. How I wished to play video games in that chair.
Another night she chose to combine the black night stick and the fake dick. This time she suctioned the fake dick to the coffee table and proceeded to use the scented cream. I knew what was coming. She intended for the oversize fake dick to penetrate her anus. She then thoroughly used the cream to massage herself inside and out. When she was ready she climbed onto the coffee table and positioned the fake dick so that she could take all of it in, then she gently slid it inside. When she was fully seated on the fake dick she brought the black night stick into play. She used the ridged handle to stimulate her clitoris as she moved up and down on the overly large fake dick in her anus. This was another night where she didn’t last long. After a couple of minutes she eased herself off of the fake dick and lay on the floor catching her breath. After a while she glanced quickly out the window.
I was immediately worried she might have seen me. However, I was reassured because the next night she was again ready for her session in the living room. Spring had turned hot that day; it was the first really warm day of the year. Kids had their bikes out in the street and the shorts and tank tops came out to play. Leanne began the night seated on the couch. She slowly fanned herself because of the heat. It was not hot enough to turn on air conditioning, but it was too hot to be really comfortable. She pulled out a tray of ice cubes from the freezer. She set the whole tray on the coffee table and then took one cube, removed her tank top and then used the ice cube to stimulate her nipples. After it had melted on her chest she pulled a second cube from the tray and inserted it into her vagina. Another ice cube was in her hands in seconds, she then rubbed it around the labia and her clitoris. After a period of time she took out her suction cup penis and attached it to the back patio door.
I began to worry that she had indeed seen me the night before. So far she has been pretty discreet. A move like this could put her in a position to be seen by neighbors other than myself. I grabbed the digital camera I had previously stashed in a drawer in my work desk and get ready to take some pictures. In the back of my mind I was sure this would be the last time I would see an exhibition like this.
She turned around with her back facing the door and kneeled down on the plush rug. In this position I knew what was going to be next. She crawled backwards until the fake dick was positioned at her rear entrance. She must have previously lubed it up because it entered after little resistance. I immediately took out my camera and snapped away. I have some gorgeous shots of her naked ass as she repeatedly pushed the penis in and out. Because of her position you cannot see her face, but her long blond hair swings in time with her thrusts. Her boobs bounce as she continues to force it in deeper. Eventually, she reached her hand around and began to manually finger her clitoris. After about three minutes she dislodged herself from the penis. Her anal opening was stretched and pink, but surprisingly clean. She crawled to the couch to relax after her bout with the glass door.
The Summer
I was worried. She had not done anything erotic for almost a month. My manly parts were in an uproar. The next time I saw her, she had obviously been on a vacation. If I had thought about it more I would have realized school had been out for over two weeks. She came home with an allover tan. She started the day by walking around the now air conditioned house in nothing but a thong bikini. The air conditioning caused her nipples to be in a constant state of arousal. I could clearly see them through the thin material of the bikini.
At about noon a friend, probably another teacher, came around the house. They both decided to continue tanning on the back deck. I think the other teacher had been warned about me, because they both began to place their lounge chairs at the best possible angle so I could see. They began by rubbing each other with some kind of tanning oil. They were very thorough and made sure they touched each other in every possible place I could imagine. It was daylight and I didn’t want to get caught photographing them so I stayed in the dark in my little room.
After about an hour they misted themselves with some water and flipped from their backs to their fronts. They then removed their bikini tops and lay down again. Because of the angle of their chairs I could clearly see each breast defined as in was squashed by the chair. The friend stayed all day even though they only lasted another hour on the back deck.
I must admit I was disappointed not to see more from Leanne and her friend. I had expected them to at least get a little friendly but they didn’t. They ate dinner watched some TV and her friend bedded down on the couch.
Over the next month, Leanne donated her time to a local children’s camp. She loves kids and exhausted herself during the day. One of my friend works for the parks department and has kept an eye on her for me. (I made the mistake of showing him the picture of her romp with the glass door.) She has come home every evening and collapsed on the couch and was asleep before the 8 O’clock news. When the month of summer camp ended she invited her friend back over to the house. I expected more of the same behavior as last time.
I was wrong. Leanne’s friend must not have been a teacher. She brought with her a massage table and other things that took three trips out to the car to bring inside. I wondered what my treat would be today. It started pretty calmly with Leanne getting a massage in the nude. The woman was just as thorough as last time and made sure she touched every part of Leanne’s body. After that I could see her preparing a mixture of something in a dish. Leanne then was seated on the massage table facing me as the woman went to work removing all of her pubic hair, in all its painful beauty. When she was finished the woman began to massage the area she had just abused, with what I can now assume was hot wax. The massage lotion must have had a soothing mixture in it as I could see the red, puffy swelling had started to go down. The woman then coaxed Leanne into a reclining pose again. This time she brought out a large, thick, fat paint brush and proceeded to gently paint Leanne’s body with swirling designs until she was fully covered in a greenish brown substance. The woman then left the room while Leanne’s mixture hardened to her body. After about a forty-five minute drying period the woman brought out a large sponge and a large bowl of water and proceeded to gently sponge off all the greenish brown substance. I know this was for my benefit because Leanne could have just as easily jumped in the shower and rinsed it all away. When the woman had deemed Leanne clean enough she gently nudged her legs apart and proceeded to lick the area she had just cleaned of hair not more than an hour ago. Leanne was being thoroughly eaten out by the masseuse. I could see her clenching her fists as she held on to the side of the massage table. She came very easy after all the preparation the woman had provided. The woman masseuse went home and did not stay the night.
Leanne was a good girl for the rest of the summer. She repeated some of her earlier patterns and even played with fake dick a number of times. I especially liked the nights with the night stick and the vibrator. When summer ended she had a great tan and seemed really rested and relaxed.
The Fall
I knew that time was running short. Jesse was to have been deployed for a year. So this meant that sometime during the fall all of my voyeuristic fun would come to an end. As much fun as it used to be to watch them both together, I have had even more fun watching her alone. School started with a bang. Leanne invited some friends over for a barbeque the first week of school. She even asked if my wife and I would like to attend. I wasn’t really expecting it to get to out of control. Leanne is a teacher and she needs to be respectable to remain employed by the school board. My wife and I left the barbeque around 11pm. I’m not young enough to be able to stay up any later. We went home and crawled into bed exhausted, but happy. Around one in the morning I got up to pee. I went into my small room and looked out at the house across the way. The party was still going strong. So I decided to sit and watch the party for a while.
I want to start this paragraph by saying that Leanne was nowhere I could see. What was left of the party participants had moved inside. They were obviously very drunk and most of them had removed their clothing and were running around in the house completely naked. On closer inspection some of them were even playing an old twister game. It’s a good thing all the air conditioners in the neighborhood were still working and all the windows closed, because I would have hated for someone else to be looking at what was going on in that house. After about twenty minutes the game died down and the participants that were left dimmed the lights and what I can only hint at was an orgy started. Through my binoculars I would catch glimpses of people pushed up against the glass doors, men and women’s flesh being prodded by the opposite sex. I never saw Leanne the rest of the night.
By the next morning all of the party goers had left and the neighborhood seemed back to normal. Leanne came by and apologized for the louder than average noise all night. I said as honestly as I could that we slept through it. Leanne then broke the news to me that Jesse was going to be coming home early, in two weeks’ time. While his deployment wasn’t quite a year his unit was being rotated out and another was being rotated in. She seemed quite happy at this pronouncement.
Homecoming
Jesse came home with much fanfare. He and Leanne spent his first two weeks back doing nothing but spending valuable time at home. She even managed to take most of the two weeks off of work. Much to my surprise the back deck door actually had a curtain on it. In all the months before he left, and in all the months he was gone, the glass door never had a curtain pulled closed on it. I was a little worried because I had spent so much time voyeuristically watching the happenings at their house. Did Jesse know what I had been doing? Jesse is a big guy; he takes care of his body. I’m a sixty-five year old retired postman. I have a beer belly and bad eyesight. I prayed he wouldn’t come after me, especially since I took those pictures of his wife.
Jesse came out and mowed the lawn during the second week of October. The leaves were falling and the temperatures had dropped well below freezing some nights. He stopped to talk to me about things. Our conversation went something like this.
“I’m not mad that you watch our house. Leanne and I like to have people watching us have sex,” He said. “Leanne told me about all the things she did in the time I was gone.”
By now my face had turned this purple-red shade I was so embarrassed about being caught. I was so uncomfortable I could only nod as he continued.
“She sent me emails and sometimes pictures of herself. I sure would love to hear about what you saw from your standpoint,” he said. “I know she said she caught you a couple of times and even said she saw you taking pictures once.”
I replied with a frog in my throat, “I had kept a little journal and that I would be O.K. with you reading it. I only took pictures once and will gladly give them to you.”
That was the extent of our conversation. I gave him the journal and the photos. To this day Leanne and Jesse will often “forget” to close their curtains. We have remained good neighbors. My wife has never found out about my nights of extracurricular viewing.
Excerpt from: The Miracle
Note from the Author: This little except come from about the middle of the story. The story itself is written in diary form. Each of the main characters keeps their own diary.
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I kind of feel like a fifth wheel lately. Carla and Deanna both have something romantic going on with Roger. Whatever went on after the soccer game I’ll never know, but my sisters are now sharing Roger. Sometimes Deanna sleeps with him, sometimes Carla sleeps with him. The only reason I know this is that Carla has asked that I keep my bedroom door open on the nights when she sleeps downstairs with Roger, just in case the girls need anything.
Outwardly, nothing has changed. Carla and Roger still go into work together each morning. Deanna still comes home every night and makes dinner for all of us. The kids are still kids, enjoying having three moms and one dad always on hand to play with or fix an accident with a hug and a kiss. If I didn’t know any better I’d say all families were this happy.
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