The Bedroom Window
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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