Having finally left a lousy roommate situation, I moved into my own — albeit tiny — apartment. It was on the second floor in a converted house, a place that had once been a single-family dwelling, and it was right next to a similar structure.

I didn’t care how small my new place was. I was overjoyed not to have to deal with my ex-roomie’s drama anymore. It was also a great delight to be able to take a long hot bath whenever I wanted.

That was what I did on my first night solo, soaking in the tub and even downing a couple of beers as the bathwater did its relaxing stuff. Afterward, I felt wonderfully mellow and toweled myself dry. I found my cock stirring for no good reason.

Kind of floating on air, I wandered out of the bathroom. The rest of the apartment was basically just one room — but it was all mine. I went to the one big window, smiling dreamily, and decided to fling open the curtains to look out at the night.

I’d forgotten about the house right next door, though, about five yards away. Suddenly, there I was, standing buck-naked facing that opposite window.

It, too, was free of curtains and offered a view into the neighboring apartment. The place next door was occupied, as well. The light was on, and a couple was in there. My mouth dropped open as I saw the man and woman on the bed, which was in full view. They were fucking away with feverish abandon.

I froze. Well, all except for my cock. Already half-aroused, it rose to urgent stiffness. Across the way, the gal had the guy on his back and was riding him hard, squeezing her luscious tits as she bounced on his boner. The dude was thrusting up into her and showing no sign of slowing down.

She tossed back her head, and her mouth opened on a cry I thought could dimly hear, even through two panes of glass. The intensity of her climax was almost visible.

After that, the man flipped her onto her back. His cock gleamed with her juice, and he plowed her pussy on the disheveled bed.

Meanwhile I just stood there, barely able to believe what I was seeing. I’d never witnessed two people fucking live before, and the sight was mesmerizing. I wanted to jerk my cock but didn’t dare move, like they might see me and stop if I did.

They switched positions again, the woman moving onto her hands and knees and the man slamming into her from behind. They fucked in a frenzy, and I almost shot my load just watching them. When they both came together — those final throes were unmistakable — I gasped.

Seconds later, the strangers turned around and stared right at me. I lunged to close the curtains, but not before I saw their grins. They’d seen me watching them — and they were grinning! What the fuck?

I spent the night tossing and turning, both mortified and undeniably turned on by what I had watched. Fortunately, I didn’t actually know the people across the way, so I wouldn’t have to interact with them — or so I’d thought.

A couple of days later, I took my dirty clothes to the nearest laundromat. As I settled into a plastic chair to wait on my laundry, somebody came up to me. I flinched. It was the woman from that night. I had since kept my curtains tightly closed, and tried — and failed — not to think about what I’d seen. Those images haunted me.

“Hi, I’m Colette. We sort of know each other.” She laughed and took the chair next to me. She was very pretty.

“I’m, uh, Caleb,” I managed to reply. Memories of her naked writhing body tortured my mind.

“You know,” she said, “Rudy — that’s my husband — Rudy and I have been wondering why you’ve kept your curtains shut. We fuck just about every night, and you could watch anytime you want.”

She spoke like her chatter was a normal conversation. I squirmed in my chair and heard myself say, “Uh, that could be fun.”

“Good!” At her behest, we exchanged numbers, and she told me to text her the next time I watched her and her husband, so I could tell them what I thought.

What I thought? I thought this was crazy!

But, of course, that night I looked out my window and watched my neighbors fuck up a storm. It was a beautiful sight, no matter how weird the circumstances. They both saw me and grinned, then proceeded to drive each other wild.

Afterward, I texted Colette and told her how much I’d enjoyed watching them. She sent back a slew of smiley face emojis. This went on for two weeks. Then Colette and Rudy wanted to meet with me. They had a proposition, as it turned out.

We met at a coffee place. I was nervous. I’d been watching those two during their most intimate moments. But Rudy was as cool as his wife. He smiled as she said to me, “I want you to come over tonight, and I want you and Rudy to switch places. For him to sit in your apartment and watch you screw me in our bed.”

If I wasn’t already so deep into the situation, I probably would have balked. But the idea was instantly exciting, and I agreed after only a few minutes. Then I found myself handing over my apartment key to Rudy.

I followed Colette up her steps. She flicked on the lights. It was strange seeing their place from a new perspective. The big bed beckoned, the one where she and Rudy had romped for their — and my — pleasure. Colette wasted no time, stripping off her clothes as I gawked at her. She was even more beautiful up close, with a shapely body and generous tits. My cock sprang to full hardness in my pants.

She came to me, helped me undress and pulled me onto the bed. This was really happening! Well, why not, after everything else that had occurred. Why not fuck my sexy neighbor?

Our mouths came together, and I felt the slippery action of her tongue. Her hands glided over my skin, making me shiver. I groped her in turn, getting bolder by the second. I squeezed her tits, tweaking her responsive nipples. She purred with pleasure, and I rubbed my cock against her flat belly.

She’d taken my shaft in her hand, and I was fingering her pussy when I realized the curtains were open. Of course, they were. That was the point! But I flinched anyway and looked, and there was Rudy across the way in my room, watching. His grin was as bright as the moon.

We resumed our play. I fingered her deeply and toyed with her clit. Then I shifted downward, spreading her legs. I dropped my face between her thighs, inhaling her excited aroma, before putting my mouth to her nectar-dripping entrance.

She tasted heavenly. I licked her up and down as she squealed and squirmed. I thrust my tongue inside her, tasting her heat. Her hips jerked, and she grabbed hold of my hair. I ate her harder, my tongue tip frantically flicking her swollen love nub.

Before long, she came and I lapped up her free-flowing juices. Then she moved and urged me onto my back, kneeling between my legs. Her hot breath tickled my cockhead, then she was swallowing me right down to my balls.

I groaned at the ceiling as the ring of her lips rode up and down my staff. Pleasure coursed through me, making my toes and scalp tingle. I basked in the sexual bliss that threatened to overwhelm me, but I managed to hold back from shooting my pent-up load into her mouth because I really wanted to fuck her.

Fortunately, she had the same notion. Her head came up, and suddenly she was scrabbling up onto me and keeping me pinned to the mattress. She grabbed my cock and lowered herself onto me. I watched the beautiful sight of my dick disappearing up into her snatch. Her irresistible internal heat enclosed me like a fist.

She set her palms on my chest and began to rock up and down atop me. Her whole body flexed, and her tits jiggled. I reached up to grope her some more and found her nipples were as hard as stones.

She bounced faster and faster, and I jammed myself up into her, making sure she felt me deep. Judging by the cries building in her throat, I knew she was getting all of me.

When she came again, her body quaked. Pleasure washed over me, like some crazy sexual energy, but I still held back my own climax. I wanted to be pounding her when I finally unloaded.

Again, she seemed to want the same thing. It was cool that we were so in sync for our first fuck. Then again, I’d been studying her erotic habits for a couple weeks. In a sense, I already knew her sexually.

That reminded me her husband was observing us. It was funny how I was forgetting about him for minutes at a time. I didn’t feel self-conscious. Rudy had made it plain that he was all for our adventure.

I glanced across the way again. I wasn’t too surprised to see Colette’s husband had stripped naked and was leisurely stroking his cock with his hand.

I positioned Colette on her hands and knees. We both faced the window because I wanted her to see her husband while we screwed. If he was going to jerk off, she should watch him do it.

Getting in behind her, I was trembling. I slotted myself into her cunt and laid my hands on her hips. I sank my fingers into her succulent flesh and started stroking my rod in and out of her.

Colette rocked on her knees as our bodies came together with rhythmic slaps. I drove deep, my tempo increasing. She was already raising a cry, her raw tones soaring through the octaves. I loved how responsive she was. Rudy had married smart.

I looked up, and by now Rudy was whacking off with a fury. Colette was seeing him, too. The sight had to be adding to her excitement.

I went into overdrive, hammering into her and thundering past the point of no return. Ecstasy grabbed me, and my balls went tight. I felt a fiery pleasure shoot all through me.

When my jizz started flying, Colette was right there with me, shuddering through a powerful orgasm. I gave her spurt after spurt of my load, each jet seemingly delivering a fresh jolt of euphoria. Over in my apartment, Rudy blasted his come on the inside of my window.

That was OK. I wouldn’t mind cleaning up after him, having just fucked his wife.