The Bedroom Window ================== This is a true story of a period covering about 4 years when a guy aged about mid twenties and his girlfriend (slim blonde) lived in a bedroom opposite ours in a separate house. The back of their house faced the back of our house. Their bedroom window was at the same height as ours and about 50 yards away. It began with my wife leaving the bedroom curtains open as she undressed in the evening and the morning. He was immediately interested. Eventually it came down to fine timing. His bedroom light would turn on when my wife was undressing and he would gaze and visibly be jerking something at about waist level. His window sill was in the way. Sometimes he stood on a chair to let my wife see his erect penis blowing in the wind like a flagpole. He would 'twitch' it while pointing it at her. He started being more openly exhibitionist when I made a point of having her face the window while I massaged her tits and pussy as she had her arms back over her shoulders and around my neck so that her large tits lifted up most voluptuously almost like an offering to our exhibitionist friend. Things became even 'hotter' over the course of time. He tried to expose his girlfriend to me by having her suddenly walk into a well lit room lower down one evening when he knew I was at the window upstairs. She was wearing only black lingerie and she was slim and exquisitely beautiful. She saw me looking and walked out of the room. I think she gave him a good telling off! It never happened again. On a later occasion, he began making signs with his index finger slipping through the 'O' made with his other hand. It was obvious that he wanted to see me screw the wife! It so happens that our wardrobe mirror can be tilted at such an angle as to provide a superb view of the two of us in foreplay and "at full throttle". This happened a number of times. He would be opposite looking out his bedroom window with his face right up close against the glass. On some occasions I would suck her nipples then she would suck my cock while still standing in his direct line of sight (without need for the mirror) and bright lights shining down from overhead. On one occasion he walked into a LOWER room so that he could expose his full throbbing cock to my wife quite clearly. He had apparently just had a shower and was towelling himself off. The TENT he made with that towel as he "bounced" his dick in her direction was PHENOMENAL. When he finally pulled off the towel and it was on full show, my wife even commented that he was hung like a goddam donkey! Problem is that during all of this his girlfriend became really annoyed. He bumped into me in the street one day and we discussed it very briefly. So although he loved it and was getting a big kick out of it, he also had to be discreet even in his own home! Knowing this made the 'special' occasions when we really clicked together (with him getting into it all as openly as we were) even MORE special. On another occasion -- near the end of his stay at that address -- there was nobody else in our house and I was stroking the wife's parts quite openly. He was freely expressing himself, shall we say ... openly stroking his MONSTER member but doing so upstairs which meant he had to stand on a chair to show us. As my wife's back was towards me, I waved at him to come over. YUP! You heard me ... I INVITED him over. Three minutes or so passed during which time things became VERY hot with my wife with her sucking my cock until I was hard as a rock then pulling me inside her. Then the doorbell rang! What happened next? WELL might you ask! Now this is where the really SAD bit begins.... I knew that it was him downstairs. My wife did not. We both knew there was nobody else in the house. What should I do? Pull my cock out of my wife's deliciously warm, wet pussy and go downstairs and then what? Or should I just ignore it? These are the thoughts which went through my mind. Unfortunately at this time I did not know what he was after and at the same time my wife was grinding coffee like there was no tomorrow. It made it very hard to continue with any logical thought .... I did not answer the door. He rang three times and then gave up and went away. I spoke to him again very briefly some days later. It was then that he said that all he wanted to do was be in the same room to watch us as we screwed together. Rarely is it that my wife and I have the house to ourselves. BIG risk number one. He told me later that he was moving to a different place. Both he and I knew that there was some unexplored potential in our mutual situation but he did not have a telephone in the place that he was going to (not yet) and I did not feel wholly comfortable with the idea of giving him mine (either work or home). We all three had some remarkably erotic times together ... in true mutual voyeuristic & exhibitionist manner ... the people that have moved in since are different of course. I have seen a woman in her late twenties in the same room changing outfits and without a bra (delicious titties!) on a couple of occasions but that's about it. Is this of necessity a once in a lifetime experience? Or is it possible to engineer these situations in some manner...? ---------- by Mephisto