Naughty neighbors can’t get enough of the x-rated performance by the couple next door.

Thad and I have been best friends with our next-door neighbors for years. We eat dinner with Monica and Danny almost every weekend, at their house or at ours. The boys love to watch sports and drink beer together while we girls sit in the dining room, talking over a bottle of wine. Monica and I borrow each other’s clothes, speak on the phone almost every day, and even go shopping together.

Sometimes Thad has to bring his work home with him, staying in his study until late at night. On nights like this, Monica often comes over and keeps me company, but on one particular occasion she begged off, explaining that she and Danny were tired and wanted to spend a quiet evening at home.

Dressed in an oversized t-shirt and panties, my standard eveningwear around the house, I brought some coffee up to Thad about an hour after dinner. “Thanks,” he said, kissing me. “Sorry about this, but it’s an important account.”

Feeling a bit lonely, I headed for the stairs, planning to go down and have a glass of wine. But as I glanced out the window on the landing, my eye caught movement at Monica’s place.

She and Danny had a screened-in porch in back of their house, and they must have gone out there to relax. Our neighbors were illuminated by the glow of their large-screen TV, but they weren’t watching it. They were side-by-side on the loveseat, with Danny in only his shorts, which were down around his ankles. His head was back and a look of ecstasy was on his face as Monica, who wore a thin satin robe, leaned over and sucked his cock.

Never taking my eyes from them, I let my hand fumble over to the switch to turn out the hall light. Seeing our friends in such an intimate moment was mesmerizing. From what I could gather in the dim light, Danny had a monster cock; Monica had once told me that he was well endowed, and I’d always been curious. As I watched, my friend gave him an expert blowjob, her blonde head moving up and down over his big prick.

An unexpected hand on my shoulder made me start. “Whatcha doing?” Thad asked. When he bent to see what I was looking at, he exclaimed, “Holy shit!”

I was embarrassed that Thad had caught me spying on our neighbors, but I also noticed that he wasn’t looking away. Across the fifteen feet or so that separated our house from theirs, Monica ran her tongue around the tip of Danny’s dick. The head had a wide crown, and she flicked her tongue over it before taking his cock in her mouth again. I felt Thad’s fingertips brushing over my nipples, which poked through my t-shirt. He crouched behind me to pinch them through the thin material.

“I thought you were working,” I teased.

“I’m taking a break.”

Monica stood up and whipped off her robe, revealing a body I’d always envied. The pale light of the television reflected off her flawless, milky skin, and I heard a soft gasp escape my husband as he gazed at her full breasts and delectable curves. She straddled Danny on the couch, lowering herself on his erect penis until he was up to his balls inside her.

“Oh, God,” I whispered as they started moving together. Thad’s hand was ducking under my panties, caressing my slit and putting pressure on my clit. My pussy was already wet, and he started kissing my neck as we watched our friends fucking. Monica moved up and down on Danny’s cock with purpose, deliberately slow at first, then faster as they became lost in what they were doing. Thad’s other hand ducked under my t-shirt to fondle my breasts. Beneath my panties, two of his fingers plunged into my slippery hole, making me moan.

Monica was rocking back and forth on Danny’s dick until her body arched sharply. “She’s coming,” Thad whispered to me, lowering my panties. I heard the soft rustle of his pants going down, and then he was sliding his hard cock into my cunt.

Monica practically leapt off her husband’s penis and positioned herself on the floor on all fours. Danny dropped to his knees behind her and slid his dick into her waiting snatch. Grabbing her hips, he began thrusting into her, building up steam as he neared his orgasm. Thad’s hands were on my tits, twisting the nipples as he pushed into me. I was losing control, an orgasm quaking through my entire body, and as Danny stiffened — burying himself deep in Monica’s pussy to give her a load of his passion — I felt Thad explode inside my cunt.

Whenever the subject of what we’d seen came up over the next few weeks, Thad and I would end up in bed together, locked in a lust we hadn’t known since the beginning of our marriage. This incident had a profound effect on us, bringing out an intimacy we hadn’t shared before. Seeing our neighbors having sex had made us crazy for each other.

The situation might have stopped there, except of course that Monica and I are best friends. The four of us were having dinner at their place about two months later, and Monica and I drank a good amount of wine. We headed into the kitchen to open another bottle, and sat down to talk. I don’t recall how the subject came up, but in my chatty drunkenness I confessed that Thad and I had seen them together that night. Monica’s face turned a bright crimson.

“Oh, my God, I’m so embarrassed,” she uttered.

I hadn’t told her about that evening to make her uncomfortable. And I suppose I said what I did next in hopes that revealing something intimate about myself might make her feel less awkward. “Don’t be,” I said softly. “To tell you the truth, we got off on it.”

Monica was quiet and seemed flustered, so I changed the subject. The following week, however, something happened that changed our relationship forever. As she and I were pulling into her driveway after a shopping excursion, I asked if she and Danny had any plans for the evening.

“Oh, I don’t know,” she said slyly. “I was thinking Danny and I might relax out back tonight.”

We gathered our bags from the trunk of her car, and as I headed toward my house I looked back and gave her a shy smile. “Maybe I’ll see you later.”

I could barely wait until the sun went down. I knew Monica would most likely not tell Danny of her plans that night — friends knew these things without having to ask — and I didn’t mention it to Thad either, but I kept the window shades open so that I could easily see the porch next door.

I noticed a glow coming from the porch at about eight. By then I was practically trembling with anticipation. I gave Danny and Monica a few minutes to settle in and get comfortable before I took my first peek. The large window in our dining room was directly opposite Monica’s porch, and I had no trouble seeing her with Danny, watching television. She had taken the trouble to light a few candles around the room, which made them even more visible.

I gave them another fifteen minutes, trying not to let my excitement get the best of me. When I next checked on our neighbors, Monica was on the loveseat, facing our house. She wore the same skimpy blue-blouse she’d had on that afternoon, and nothing else. Her legs were spread, and nestled between her thighs was Danny, who appeared to be licking her pussy.

I stood there staring for a moment, then popped my head into the living room to call to Thad. “Hey, come check this out!”

The excitement on my face was obvious and quite genuine, and when Thad got up and saw me standing in front of the dining-room window, his smile broadened and mischief filled his eyes.

“Are they doing it again?”

“Oh, yes.”

By the time Thad got to the window, Monica’s blouse was up above her beautiful breasts and she was fingering her hard nipples. Danny had placed her knees on top of his shoulders and was clutching her hips to keep her in place. She looked ecstatic.

“God, I wish we could see what he was doing,” I muttered.

“Do you think his tongue’s on her clit or in her hole?” Thad asked, right before Danny moved one of his hands between Monica’s legs.

“Ooh! He’s probably fingering her pussy and licking her clit.”

I was trembling as Thad slid his hand inside my panties, traveling down the crack of my ass. He reached between my thighs and began to play with the lips of my moist pussy, spreading my flower and plunging a finger inside me. Neither of us took our eyes off the porch, where Danny had moved up between Monica’s legs and lowered his shorts just enough so he could slide his erect cock inside her.

We couldn’t see the actual penetration, but to know what was happening, all we had to do was watch Monica’s blissful face. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open as she surrendered to her pleasure. We could see Danny’s ass churning back and forth as he plunged in and out of her. She tugged his shirt over his head and raked her fingernails down his bare back. Before long, her entire body stiffened, her head went back, and there was no doubt she was coming — and coming hard.

I could feel his throbbing cock pressed up against the cheeks of my ass.

Thad had lowered his shorts, and I could feel his throbbing cock pressed up against the cheeks of my ass. I bent forward and nudged my body toward him, inviting his erection inside me. After yanking my panties to the side, he sank his cock inside me easily, pushing forward and burying himself in me entirely. In an effort to maintain our outstanding view, we tried to move as little as possible, and that made the experience even better. We dangled dangerously close to orgasm, and on two occasions held still as long as we could to try to calm down in order to prolong our pleasure.

Monica urged Danny onto the loveseat and then climbed into his lap, impaling herself on his cock. She rocked back and forth on him, dancing rhythmically on his cock with her arms around his neck as she kissed him.

Thad began rocking his hips, moving his cock in and out of my pussy. It felt fantastic, and I had already come once when Monica stood suddenly, turning around to face the window — and the two of us — before backing up onto her husband’s lap to sit on his beautiful prick.

Thad and I moaned together. We could actually see Monica’s pussy sliding up and down Danny’s cock, as well as the ecstasy reflected on her face. She pulled her blouse off and fingered her naked nipples. Then, with a devious grin, she reached down to play with her clit, her entire body writhing in pleasure. I moaned again — only I knew that she was aware of our gaze, that she knew we were looking, knew we were getting off on it.

We watched the movement of her hips grow more frantic, her breasts heaving with her excitement. She continued to stroke herself, her fingers reaching down once or twice to toy with Danny’s dick as it poked in and out of her hole. She almost lost her balance when she came, the waves of pleasure causing her to writhe in her husband’s lap.

My knees squeezed together, my pussy gushing around Thad’s meat as an orgasm coursed through my body. Monica was getting off on sharing this side of herself with us just as much as we loved watching her. We kept to the shadows, remaining true voyeurs.

Danny was huffing and puffing. Monica bent over, presenting her ass to her husband. He slid a finger into her pussy and pushed his face into her asscrack. Finally, Danny stood and then slipped his cock into her cunt from behind, and they moved together lewdly. Thad was moving gently in and out of me, letting his cock withdraw all the way before slowly embedding himself again. Meanwhile, Danny continued to hammer Monica’s pussy, his hips bouncing against the cheeks of her ass until she appeared to come.

Then Monica lay on her back across the little couch, pulling Danny down on top of her to plant his dick in her again. Leaning forward, Danny slid his legs outside of Monica’s, and now she wriggled under him as he fucked her. His mouth was right above hers, and she kissed him. That finished him, and his body stiffened as he succumbed to his climax.

At that point, Thad and I weren’t moving at all. I could feel his cock pulsing within my swollen sex. With a devious expression, Monica pulled away and sat on the couch, spreading her legs and reaching down to play with herself, slipping only the tip of her index finger in and out of her messy snatch. Danny’s load was leaking out of her.

Thad’s hands were on my breasts, pinching and twisting my nipples. He made me feel so nasty, and I squirmed, pushing my bottom back against him and sinking him in deeper. I watched my friend masturbate while my husband’s prick was inside me, and I was slowly drifting into orgasm again, but I never took my eyes from Monica. She plunged two fingers into her creamy cunt now, her hips thrashing as she came.

Thad was trying to remain calm, but his hips were moving erratically as he plundered my pussy. Monica dropped to her knees on the floor in front of Danny, positioning them in profile so that Thad and I could see all of the action. She held the head of Danny’s dick in her mouth, working her thumb and forefinger in a ring around the shaft to coax him into hardness once more. Then she took his rejuvenated cock between her pillowy tits.

Wrapping her breasts around his engorged member, she teased the tip with her tongue whenever it neared her mouth. Monica repeated her actions until Danny’s cock began shooting cream all over her face and breasts. Thad latched his mouth onto the side of my neck, grunting as he filled my pussy with a warm load.

Monica was happily licking up the come from her tits. Thad got so excited watching her that he bent me over to lick his own load out of my cunt. I reached down to finger my clit, and climaxed all over his face.

Thad picked me up and carried me upstairs — it was very romantic. We showered together, and afterward, he sank into a deep slumber. All the excitement, however, had put me in a state of sleepless elation, and sometime around midnight, I tiptoed back downstairs to see if our neighbors had retired for the night.

Monica was alone on the porch, watching TV. She lay naked across the loveseat, with her hand resting on her mound. The sight was electric. I’d known Monica for a long time, and had always thought she was beautiful. She ran her fingertips absently through her dainty bush for a few moments. Then she spread her legs wide, sinking a single finger into her wet hole, while her other hand frantically diddled her clit. She didn’t even know if I was still there, watching; she was just really horny.

I toyed with myself as she gave me a private show. Taking both her breasts in her hands, she raised them to her mouth, sucking the nipples one at a time, and then together. It was overwhelming to watch, and I creamed all over my fingers. Then Monica got down on the floor with her back to me, bending until her cheek rested on the throw rug. She slipped one hand down below her belly to finger her hungry pussy; the other went back behind her hip, gathering some honey from her overflowing sex and slipping a finger into her ass.

I was still on my feet, my hand furiously working my clit as I stared, riveted. She rose on her knees, turning to face me as she drove herself over the edge. I wanted her to know how much I’d enjoyed watching her, so I took a single step forward, the moonlight capturing half my body, my hand between my thighs. The starkness of the pale moonlight filtered my expression of rapture as I came for her.

Since that magical night, Thad and I have gotten to watch our randy neighbors once more on the porch, and once out in their pool. Now we keep the curtains open every night.

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