A couple on vacation enjoy the best show on earth.

Janet and I learned early on that our timeshare was a veritable smorgasbord of watching opportunism. We shared a love of voyeurism and it often fueled our sex lives for days if not weeks — sometimes even years — after an adventure.

There was one couple that we absolutely adored and we always hoped their visits would coincide with ours.

When we drove up to our condo, Janet made an excited little sound.

“What?” I asked, squeezing her thigh.

She pointed and giggled. “They’re here. Mr. and Mrs. Turquoise Thunderbird.” That’s what we’d been calling them for the last few years since we didn’t know their names.

“I wonder what unit they’re in?” I said, piloting the car to a parking spot. My cock already throbbed at the prospect of how wet my wife was just knowing our favorite couple was here at the same time as us.

I planned to bury my dick in that wetness the moment we got inside. Then we could scope out our neighbors.

Just then we saw them emerge from the unit right next to us. She grabbed my arm and squeezed, then slid my hand all the way up until it was in her lap, resting over the heat of her crotch.

“Is someone ready to kick off vacation?”

We watched them get into their car and tip us a neighborly wave as we parked. I waved back and Janet gave them an excited little finger wave.

“Yes. I want you to fuck me sideways when we get inside,” she said.

I chuckled. “If you insist.”

We’re masters of packing light so we dropped our bags and I immediately unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down. I pushed a finger into her, then a second, because, my god, was she wet.

She groaned and turned her back to me. She put her hands on the back of the sofa and levered her ass toward me. It didn’t take a genius to read that offer.

I unbuckled my belt and got my pants down. This first one would be perfect — fast and dirty — a wonderful appetizer.

I slid my cock into her as easy as you please. She worked her clit with her fingers, slammed her tight ass back to meet me, and said, “We’re going to fuck like rabbits this vacation. We’re going to see all there is to see and by the time we leave we’re going to be exhausted — “

She gasped, her pussy quivering around me, but she didn’t come.

I smacked her ass to urge her on. “Go on — ”

“And sated, and have lots of good things to remember to talk about and fuck to. Enough to get us through the long hard winter.”

I smacked her again, grabbed her hips hard, held on, and hammered into her. She came, crying out loudly, not worrying who heard.

The sensation of that tight slick cunt spasming around me did me in. I emptied into her, digging my fingers into the meat of her hips as I came.

She turned to me and kissed me. “Let’s clean up and see what the setup is. I want to know if we can see into their patio window. I want to know what’s what. Hopefully, we’ll get a really good show.”

Later that night we found out just how much we could see considering there was very little space between our sliding doors. Our neighbors were just as frisky as we were, it turned out. They’d settled down on the large oversized sofa by the slider but neglected to pull the blinds. After all, the units clustered around a small picnic area that connected by gate to the pool area. Which was closed for the season.

Janet had gotten up to fix us a snack to go with the movie. I heard her yell, “We have action!” and I couldn’t help but laugh. My wife cracked me up without fail.

I paused the movie and got up to join her. We peered through the darkness to their lit living room. Janet had extinguished our lights so we weren’t blatantly obvious, standing there.

“Must be a boring movie,” she said.

The husband slid his hands into his wife’s pants and when she smiled, he did too. She arched her hips, I imagined, opening herself up to his fingers more.

He pushed his fingers deep inside her pussy, his forearm working as he flexed them, and then withdrew to play the moisture over her clit. He worked her in circles until her hips were thrusting up eagerly. Then he pushed his fingers back into her warm sugary mess.

Janet let out a moan, snapping me back to where we were. I put my arms around her and drew her back against my body. My hard cock nestling in her ass crack. I played with her nipples through her thin sleep shirt. She grinded against me, creating friction that was both exquisite and maddening.

“When this is done, I’m going to fuck you so hard,” I said in her ear.

She gave a deep groan in response and pushed her body back against mine.

The husband had moved to take his wife’s pants off. We watched him peel them down as she smiled up at him. He said something and she laughed again. They both glanced toward the door to the unit.

“Wonder what that’s all about?” I said, sliding my hand down into Janet’s pajama pants. I found her slick and warm. I teased a trail of her wetness over her clit.

“Who knows,” she gasped.

He pushed her legs wide and went down on her, burying his face between her pretty thighs. She let her head fall back and put her hands in his dark hair, thrusting her hips up to get more contact with his lapping tongue.

I slid a finger into Janet and her pussy clenched me like a small wet fist.

He levered his body up and hovered over her on his knees. She smiled up at him, patted his cock that was clearly, even from our vantage point, tenting is sleep pants. He laughed and thrust at her until she gave in and tugged his pants down. She sat up slightly and took his hard-on in her mouth. His ass clenched when she sucked him in and I could imagine a deep groan coming from him.

He fucked her mouth, a hand on the back of her pretty head, and then suddenly pulled free and pushed her back. He slid his cock along her slit repeatedly until she arched her body up. Then he plunged into her, covering her body with is. Ass pumping, her legs moving up to lock to his sides.

Janet reached back, found my cock, gave it a friendly squeeze.

He moved into her, rocking his hips, then pulled free again. Went back to licking her pussy. Then up to have her suck his cock. Then back to fucking her. I was holding my breath, watching his rhythm and timing.

He finally settled with his mouth on her, working her pussy with his fingers. When she came, we actually heard her cries and we both groaned slightly. She clutched his head and shuddered beneath him.

Then they both turned to the door again as if they’d heard a sound.

“Doorbell?” Janet asked, breathlessly.

“Must be. Company? This late? They must be scrambling to — ”

But no one was scrambling. Not at all. He got up and headed to the door, buck naked.

“They definitely know who it is,” Janet said. Then she laughed.

A moment later the husband appeared with another man in tow. The wife instantly got on her knees, beckoned to him, and when he stepped forward, she began to unbutton his jeans.

“Oh, this just got even better,” I said and squeezed Janet’s tits affectionately.

“You can say that again.”

“We’ve hit pay dirt.”

She unzipped his pants and beckoned him closer. He moved in and she sat up to suck him. Her hand found his balls and cradled them. All the while Mr. Neighbor watched his wife. Hands on hips, dick at attention.

“Oh, man,” Janet said.

I slid my hand back down her belly and into her pants and slide three fingers right up inside her tight little cunt.

She got into it, sitting on the edge of the sofa, working his cock with her fist, ringing the tip with her tongue. Behind the visitor her husband started to stroke his dick in short brisk pumps.

Janet and I were both holding our breath because almost simultaneously we inhaled sharply.

She said something and laughed and her husband came and laid on the sofa. The visitor backed up a few steps, thankfully, giving Janet and I a clear shot at the festivities.

Husband took wife’s hand and she straddled him, settling slowly and deliberately on his erection. She took her time, easing down, looking pleased. His big hands came up to cup her breasts. Then he pinched her nipples hard and fast, and again, we could hear her cry in our unit.

Janet moaned. Rough nipple play was in her wheelhouse.

I reached up and gave one a hard and fast pinch just for fun.

She started to ride him, holding onto his broad shoulders as she lifted herself, hovered, then slammed back down. Her hair swayed with every motion and he held her thighs in his big hands. His hips rocking up enthusiastically every time she came down on him.

Janet pushed her pajama pants down and kicked them off.

“She put her hands on the back of the sofa and levered her ass toward me.”

“What’s that for?” I asked, while idly stroking her clit.

“Just so we’re ready when the money shot comes.”

I nodded and undid my lounge pants and let them fall. My cock bobbed up, ready and alert, and I nudged her in the ass with it.

She sighed and said, “Someone’s ready.”

I pushed my fingers back in her pussy. “As if you’re not,” I said, then chuckled.

“Oh, I am.”

The wife fucked hubby faster, head titled back.

The newcomer went to her, got behind her, straddling the husband’s calves. He held her tits as they bounced with her movement, stroking and pinching her nipples. A bright flash from the TV lit the tableaux giving it a surreal quality.

He reached down, stroking her ass, working her back hole. Her body arched, straining toward his touch even as she rode her husband like a stallion.

“Oh, I think I see where this is going,” I said.

“Wifey likes it in both holes,” Janet said, her voice strained.

My fingers were still idly in her pussy, so I flexed them, feeling the plump swollen knot of her G-Spot.

“Oh, god. Do that again,” she said.

“Soon. Not now.”

She groaned, and I laughed.

Their guest positioned himself at the wife’s back hole, and she paused, settled on her husband so his cock was deep inside her.

He eased into her, moving slow. His hands on her hips, just above where her husband gripped her. He moved in and out carefully at first. When she started to move, slamming her body back to take his cock in her ass, he sped up.

Her husband thrust up from under her, the guest slammed into her from behind, and she, she let her head fall back and took it all.

Janet leaned forward, hands on her thighs. “Fuck me,” she said.

“Oh, no. Not yet.”

She reached back and found my cock. She jerked me off furiously, trying to get me to cave. I held on and refused to come, or cave to her demand. When this performance paid off, I’d slid my dick into my wife and watch her come in a split second. Then I’d ring two or three out of her. I was sure of it.

“You’re cruel,” she said, slowing her stroke.

“No, I’m watching.” I pointed and she turned her attention back to them.

The wife had laid herself almost flat on her husband as he held her. His hips driving up from beneath. The man behind her rode her ass like nobody’s business, sliding in and out over and over with ease.

She tossed her head suddenly, trembling, and we heard her this time too, but faintly because her head was turned away. The ghost of an orgasmic cry.

The visitor planted his right foot on the sofa and went at her. His movements fast and hard as her husband held her tight and occasionally thrust up from beneath. He held her with a firm grip and when he came it was obvious. His whole body went rigid including his jaw.

Janet gasped and I pulled her closer. I ran my fingers gently over her skin and felt her shiver.

“Soon,” I said in her ear.

“Now what?” she replied.

Now, her loving husband got up and the gentleman caller sat on the sofa. She rolled onto her back and rested her upper body in his lap. He stroked her hair and touching her nipples. Her husband settled between her spread thighs and plunged into her pussy. She moved her body up to meet him and take him. Her mouth open in obvious pleasure, though we couldn’t hear her sounds. The visitor leaned down to kiss her, pinching a nipple vigorously. Drawing them out from her body before letting them go.

Janet pushed her hand between her thighs and stroked her clit. She swirled eager circles she watched the show.

Watching her lose patience enough to touch herself before all was said and done made my cock grow even stiffer. Which I thought impossible.

Hubby went at his wife hard and fast, all the while the other man watched. She leaned her head back and he bent to kiss her. Her husband pulled from her suddenly and flipped her on her hands and knees again. He lined his cock up with her asshole.

“Sloppy seconds,” Janet said on a breathless whisper.

My cock jumped as I watched him drive into her.

His head tipped forward, his hands possessive on her hips, as he started to move faster and faster. I tried to imagine his sounds. Grunting, harsh, gruff — reclaiming his wife in front of the other man. Letting her knew that she was, at the end of the day, his.

It was something Janet and I had fantasized about aloud as we fucked. Watching it, brought all that up.

She reached over and grabbed my cock. She gave me a little tug and I laughed, moving toward her.

“Her hair swayed with every motion and he held her thighs in his big hands.”

She planted her small hands on the sliding glass door. She spread her stance, thrust her ass back toward me. “Fuck me,” she said.

Any other time I’d have denied her. Just to heighten the inevitable pleasure. Not this time. I was as far gone as she was.

I planted on hand on her hip and one on her shoulder. Over her shoulder, I watched our neighbor ass banging his wife like a war drum.

The visitor leaned forward and reached under her. Stroking her pussy, playing with her clit, thrusting his fingers inside her as her husband fucked her.

I slide into Janet, my cock as hard a stone. My heartbeat was pure chaos as I fucked her.

Whatever the visitor was doing to the misses, it must have been her cup of tea, because she came. We heard her cries again, soft and ghostly, muffled by distance and glass. But still — there they were.

Janet slammed back against me. “Yes — ” She growled.

I grunted and kept moving into her. She was so tight and wet. Gripping me firmly. Making my balls ache and my heart pound. I thought about her tight ass and wondered if I’d get there this vacation. I sure as hell hoped so.

We watched, transfixed, as her husband held himself together and reamed her tight, pert ass.

The visual as making my head swim. Our own private viewing of one of our shared fantasies.

“Jesus. Baby — ” Janet came, shoving her hand over her mouth so that they would hear her. Her pussy trembled around me, smooth and wet like damp velvet.

“Fuck — ” I said.

“We are,” she whispered. Then she giggled. Then she put a hand on my thigh to make me stop.

“Fuck my ass,” she said.

I waited a second and then said, “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

“Good,” she said.

She leaned forward even more, hands still planted. If they had bothered to look, they might have seen us, but they didn’t. They were clearly busy.

I pressed to her back hole, watching him over her shoulder. The husband was looking on the verge. Jaw clenched, body tense, hips sliding forward eagerly with every thrust.

My cock breached her ass and I paused to let that sweet tightness adjust to being opened. When she hissed, and pushed back against me, I gave in and started to move.

She stroked her clit as I fucked her, wanting to come with an ass full of dick.

In front of us, the husband grabbed his wife’s hair and held it. One, two, three more hard thrusts and he bellowed. It was so loud I wondered what it was like in their actual unit.

“Jesus Christ — ” Janet said, but not because of him. Hearing him, seeing him, watching the whole scenario has made her so ferociously horny she came again. I felt the spasms of her tight little cunt in her even tighter little ass.

It was my turn to hiss. I held her steady and went to town. I fucked her hard and fast and felt my body pass its tipping point.

I came, chanting “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming… ” as quietly as I could in her ear.

“Fill me up, baby,” she stage whispered.

I couldn’t stifle a moan. She was filthy dirty and absolutely perfect.

They were simply talking now, and visiting, and we were done watching. I pulled the blinds and grabbed my wife for a long kiss.

“Wow,” she said. “That was fucking amazing.”

“Yes, it was. Who knew we’d not only get our favorite couple, but a bonus player too.”

“I guess we’re just lucky,” she said.

“Lucky as hell.”