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Knowing Your Neighbors (MF, voy, exhib) 
by OneIdleHand (oneidlehand@hotmail.com)

***

Neighbors go on vacation together, but end up spying on 
each other. It starts when one of the husbands finds 
chincks in the wall of a shower stall. (MF, exh, voy)

***

As a lover of the beach, I always look forward to our 
summer vacation in South Carolina. We started going to 
Sullivan's Island several years after we were married, 
mostly because we wanted to go to a residential beach 
but also because we wanted to tour Charleston. Hayley 
and I went about every other year, rationing our 
vacation time between pleasure and family commitments, 
enjoying the intimacy of small house a block off the 
beach that was quite affordable. And as the kids came 
along, our trips became an annual tradition. 

The house served well for several years, but as the 
kids became older, we needed more room. Our realtor 
recommended a house on nearby Isle of Palms for the 
following year's vacation. IOP, as it's known, is also 
a residential island and in many ways is better suited 
for families. The house that was recommended by our 
realtor was perfect. Unfortunately, this house, too, 
was across the street from the beach, but it remained 
affordable. It was located directly across from a 
pedestrian access with a clear path to a beach area 
that served only the nearby residences. There were 
always a few people around, but it was never crowded. 

The house was also located near the IOP recreation 
center, which offered playgrounds and fields, and there 
were plenty of back roads to ride bikes on without 
significant traffic, which was great for the kids. 

The house had a large den, a screened front porch, a 
large deck to the rear, and a fenced back yard. There 
were four bedrooms, which would be perfect if we 
invited another couple, which we planned to do because 
the kids wanted to bring their friends. The realtor 
pointed out that each year it seemed the owner added a 
little to the house, and outdoor showers had been the 
previous off-season project. 

Several weeks later, we shared pictures of the house 
with close friends who are neighbors, whose kids played 
regularly with ours. Justin and Kate weren't quite as 
fond as the beach as we were, as they preferred trips 
to the mountains. Their kids been to the Gulf a couple 
of times, and they were eager for them to see the 
Atlantic. A reservation was placed for the following 
year. 

Kate and Justin have been friends for years. We've 
watched each others' homes during vacations, double 
dated for dinner and movies, and borrowed the 
proverbial cup of milk. Kate looks great. She's about 
5'6" with a really cute face. Kate has black hair, blue 
eyes... I'd estimate her figure to be 34-28-34 or so. A 
decent hourglass figure, but her curves became fuller 
some years ago when she became a mom. That, and her 
breasts are a little small for my tastes. Her husband, 
Justin, is...just a guy. A good friend. Not Tom Cruise 
or Brad Pitt, but what do I care? Like me, he has a 
decent build and could benefit from more exercise. The 
upper 30's are catching up to all of us. 

Well, except Hayley. She committed herself several 
years ago to get into shape (for which she was rewarded 
with a cruise), and she's maintained herself ever 
since. She's 5'5", brown hair, and blue eyes. Her 38" 
breasts have changed over the years, I suppose. They're 
slightly larger and are beginning to hang a little 
lower, but she's maintained her hourglass figure, and, 
at 38, her curves remain in all the right places. 

I wouldn't say that she has the face of a model. She 
doesn't, but she's very attractive. Great smile, a 
spark in the eyes, a perfect nose and lips that are 
full and inviting. She's gotten her share of looks from 
other men, and I haven't minded. It's a compliment of 
sorts. 

The trip to IOP was without incident, and we finally 
got our keys from the realtor and unloaded the vans at 
the house. The kids were bursting with energy, so 
Hayley and I took them all to the beach while Justin 
and Kate went to the grocery store to stock up on 
groceries. 

The kids all had a blast together, and it was nice for 
us not to have to entertain them as much. This left us 
free to throw the Frisbee on the beach, sit in the 
beach chairs, cool off in the waves and generally have 
a relaxing time. After a couple of hours and one large 
sandcastle, the kids were ready to return, so we packed 
up the chairs and a small cooler and headed back to the 
house. 

The only aggravation I can think of at the beach is 
having to bathe after each trip. It's not like a pool 
where you can dry off and return a little later. The 
salt and the sand dries in your swimsuit, and it begins 
to itch. Besides that, it's also a nuisance because it 
gets spread throughout the house when you walk and in 
the shower when you bathe. 

After washing our feet off with a hose, I remembered 
that the owner had installed outdoor showers, built 
under the rear deck of the house. Although Hayley had 
to go upstairs to get changes of clothes, soap, and 
shampoo, this was a minor inconvenience that we could 
prepare for next time. 

One side of the shower was for women and the other for 
men. Simple enough. The boys were to take turns on one 
side and the girls on the other. It was quite a relief 
that our kids were finally old enough to bathe 
themselves. 

While the kids showered, Hayley and I hung up the 
towels and rinsed the beach toys, chairs, and cooler. 
Kate and Justin's van was parked, so they were 
upstairs, probably unpacking groceries or resting from 
the drive. I told Hayley that I would wait downstairs 
until all the kids were done, and that she could go on 
upstairs to the shower attached to our room if she 
wanted to go ahead and bathe. She shook her head and 
said that she would wait. Then she winked. 

It took only a moment for me to connect the dots. I 
pointed to her and then to me, and nodded my head to 
the shower. She smiled, and I knew I was in for a bit 
of fun! 

The kids finally cleared out, and we entered our 
respective sides as if we were going to take our 
showers separately, lest the kids take notice 
otherwise. The showers were interesting. They were 
built side by side, each with lockable doors and a 
shower curtain dividing the space between a shower area 
and a dressing area. They were sided with wood fence 
siding, 6" wide slats that were 8' tall, with a solid 
ceiling. The floor was also wood, with gaps between the 
boards leading to rocks and likely a drain below. The 
outside and dividing walls were built in a shadowbox 
style. The fence boards were nailed onto 2"x4" studs in 
an alternating style on each side. The owner obviously 
knew that privacy was important, and the boards were 
placed more closely than usual for this construction so 
that a person couldn't see through the gaps between the 
boards into the other shower. 

Or did he? 

"Hayley, which side?" 

"Mine." Good. She was still in the other side. 

"Okay, be right there." I made noises like I was 
gathering my things and moved along the dividing wall, 
looking between the boards if there were any possible 
way to see into her side. After all, it wasn't that I 
wanted to spy on my wife, but... during the week, Kate 
might just be over there and... I wasn't finding any 
type of view. I could see the shower curtain at one 
point, but not very well. I looked down at my shampoo 
bottle on the floor. 

Ahh. Some of the boards had warped near the bottom, not 
out but sideways so that they were not straight. I 
knelt as quietly as I could, and with my head just off 
the floor, I found several spots that gave a limited 
view of the other side, and by moving my head slightly 
at each, I found I could see most of the shower area 
although in narrow vertical slices. Hayley, I was happy 
to see, had already pulled her suit off. And I could 
see all the good parts. 

"You coming?" Her voice surprised me and made me 
flinch. It was almost like I was caught cheating or 
something. 

"Shortly!" In more ways than one, I hoped. 

"What's taking you so long?" 

Sometimes, telling the truth, modified slightly, works. 
"I'm just checking that you can't see from one side to 
the other. I guess they built it like this so a breeze 
can blow through." And I could feel a slight breeze. 

Mountain people. The following day, Kate discovered 
that, although she had fond memories of the beach when 
she was a kid and had been to the Gulf several times as 
an adult, she didn't like the heat. "I like the 
mountains because they stay so cool." After only an 
hour, she left to go back to the house. Drat. So much 
for my spying game. I had seen her in swimsuits at our 
neighborhood pool, so seeing her in a swimsuit wasn't 
something new, but it certainly had created a sense of 
expectation. 

Hayley and I played Frisbee. She was wearing a one 
piece, but it was a sexy one that didn't hide the 
ampleness of her breasts. They were completely covered, 
but their shape was clearly defined because her suit 
looked glued to her. And I noticed that Justin kept 
peering her way from his seat, especially when she ran 
and her breasts jiggled. Well, bounced, really. 

If he was going to look, I figured I would go ahead and 
give him a reason, so I invited him to join us. He 
clearly enjoyed watching Hayley run for the Frisbee, so 
I made sure to throw an errant throw a little more 
regularly. Hell, I liked watching them bounce, too. 
Hayley wasn't a dupe however, and she gave me a "fed 
up" look when Justin wasn't looking. So I threw it 
better. But that wind can cause bad things to 
happen.... 

Back at the showers, the kids took their turns, and 
Justin left to go upstairs to the indoor shower. 

After a close marital "marital embrace" in the shower, 
we returned to the den to be welcomed by Justin asking, 
"Well, that took a while, didn't it?" Hayley blushed, 
and I gave a guilty but happily so look, and both Kate 
and Justin laughed. Hayley went to the back to check on 
the kids. I didn't know if Kate had used the outdoor 
shower or the indoor one, but I thought maybe an 
advertisement of sorts might help my chances of 
watching her in the shower. 

"Those showers are pretty neat." Justin and Kate looked 
at me, expecting more. "It's just different from the 
usual shower because the ocean breeze blows through a 
little bit and clears away the steam, and there's the 
sound of birds, cars passing... it's kind of like 
camping in a tent, except you're taking a shower." 
Maybe I should have thought things through a bit. I 
sounded pretty lame. 

Justin didn't seem to notice, though. He said, "Yeah, 
sounds like it. Maybe we'll try it tomorrow." 

"That's not for me," said Kate. "The showers in here 
are just fine, and I've got all my stuff set up." 

Rats! 

Day three: No Kate in the shower. Day four: The same. I 
pretty much gave up on it. Besides, Hayley was 
certainly making the shower time plenty of fun. Day 
five: Not quite the same. 

Kate was ready to return to the house. She had stayed a 
couple of hours at the beach, probably helped by the 
umbrella, plenty of iced water, a steady breeze and 
occasional clouds to keep somewhat cooler. Justin 
decided he would return with her, and then their kids 
decided they would leave too. Our kids weren't ready to 
return yet, so, thinking that maybe they could have a 
little fun, I said, "Maybe you can try those showers. 
It's nice. You'll enjoy it." Certainly they would if 
they did what Hayley and I did... 

Kids turn fickle, fast. Bored without their friends, I 
suppose, ten minutes later they were ready to leave. We 
packed and began the walk back to the house. As we 
approached the street, I noticed that Kate and the kids 
were just entering the house. Hayley hadn't paid any 
attention, as she was watching for cars before we 
crossed the street. 

It occurred to me that Kate had still been wearing her 
swimsuit, which meant that she hadn't used the outdoor 
showers. That meant that Justin was probably still 
either outside cleaning their beach stuff, or that he 
was just beginning his shower. It turned out that he 
was still washing off surfboards, beach chairs and the 
toys. 

My kids took their showers on the respective sides, 
with my son leaving first as my daughter had to wash 
her hair, which takes...forever. Justin began to take 
his shower, and it was only at this point that I 
stopped to consider that...Damn! He might see MY wife! 
That wasn't part of the plan. 

Men's swimsuits are pretty flimsy. They're lined, but 
it's good for nothing. They don't hold the equipment 
steady. I have no idea what other guys do, but this 
means that I have to wear underwear under my swim 
trunks, and even then, if I get a hard on, it's very 
obvious because of the swimsuit material clinging when 
it's wet. This usually isn't that big a problem, 
because cold water tends to make "things" small, rather 
than large. Still, it makes me self conscious. 

I mention all that because here I am thinking "Oh no! 
Another man might see my wife naked," and I'm suddenly 
sporting a full erection. I looked over at Hayley. She 
was bending over washing her sandals, giving me a clear 
view of her breasts. In this case, I liked what I was 
seeing, but still, it was another irritation about 
swimsuits. 

Women's swimsuits cost tons, and they stretch very 
easily. Her suit was a two piece. It wasn't really a 
bikini, though. It had a large bottom that came to the 
midriff, and an oversized top. But the top also was cut 
low, and it was here that the fabric stretched, so 
that, as she bent over, I had a great view of 
everything just shy of her nipples. 

I had spent the afternoon playing in the water with the 
boys. It made sense, now, why Justin had helped Hayley 
and the girls with a sand castle. The turkey had been 
checking out her tits the whole time! 

Well, what if Justin saw Hayley naked? Could I live 
with it? My cock was saying "yes." My fantasy had to be 
to spy on Kate, but damn! I tried not to think about 
why this was turning me on just as much, if not more! 
One thing was certain, if Justin spied on her and 
Hayley found out, there would be hell to pay. 

But how was this going to work? It's not like I could 
just tell Justin, "Hey look.. If you want to see Hayley 
naked, look between the slats near the bottom of the 
shower." You just don't do that, friends or not. 

We entered the shower and locked the door behind us, 
placing our dry clothes on a bench in the changing area 
and moving past the curtain to the shower portion. I 
was surprised, really. I had half expected Hayley to 
wait until Justin was done with his shower. 

We're all relatively conservative, so he would probably 
be surprised that we were so obviously in the shower 
together. This was possibly a politically incorrect 
behavior among friends and neighbors, and, hopefully, 
it wouldn't be spread around the neighborhood. But I 
knew him. It wouldn't. 

I couldn't tell Justin to look, certainly. But a subtly 
direct temptation might work. I asked, in a genuinely 
helpful tone, "Need help with the clasp?" As Hayley 
lifter her hair so that I could unfasten her top, I had 
to imagine that there was no way a red blooded male 
could, upon hearing this, not think to himself, "Hmmph! 
Naked woman on other side of wall. Me try to look." 
Hey, it's what I would do. 

Ears are going to hear what they're going to hear, but 
the question is, are you listening? 

"Sure," said Hayley. I unfastened the clasps and helped 
slide the top over her shoulders and down her arms, 
which was completely unnecessary. Then, as her arms 
were slightly tangled, my hands found their way to her 
breasts, this being a frequent ploy for a quick grope. 
A sandy/salty one, at that. Hayley turned and mouthed 
silently, "and you?" 

I nodded, and she untied my swimsuit and pulled them 
down along with my underwear. She then turned on the 
shower and claimed the area for herself, leaving me to 
remain sandy. Which was okay. It's kind of fun watching 
your wife bathe. But was Justin? 

I noticed that the sounds in Justin's area were not 
what they should be. The sound of a washrag being 
squeezed or movement under the spray of water had 
stopped. There was just the steady spray of water. That 
meant... he was trying to look, he was looking, or he 
was dead. And I hadn't heard a body drop. 

Remembering how Hayley had jolted me somewhat several 
days earlier when I was trying to look through, I asked 
somewhat loudly, "Hey, when's it going to be my turn?" 

I didn't really care about the answer, but I noticed 
that noises of movement under the water resumed next to 
us, and then the shower was turned off. I heard the 
shower curtain move and heard him step into the 
changing area to dry off. 

Hayley moved out from under the water while she 
shampooed her hair, and, as I moved under the water, I 
realized how thankful I was to start washing the salt 
and sand off my body. As I washed, I kept asking 
myself, "I wonder if he saw her tits? I wonder if he 
saw her cunt? What did he think?" 

My eyes drifted across Hayley's body as I thought about 
this. She noticed my gaze, and she took it that I was 
ready to be... playful. And clearly, my engorged shaft 
was ample evidence that I was. We both heard the door 
to the other side of the shower open and close, 
indicating that Justin had left. Cool. Maybe he saw 
her; maybe he didn't. But it certainly turned me on 
imagining that he did. And she was none the wiser. 

We swapped places so that Hayley could rinse her hair. 
With her hands working in her hair, her breasts were 
raised to a picture perfect position. It was too bad a 
camera in the shower wasn't practical. As the shampoo 
suds drained down her body, I couldn't help but softly 
caress her soapy breasts, feeling her nipples harden. 
Her eyes were closed under the spray of water, but she 
was smiling. As I reached under her breasts to feel 
their weight, for some reason it occurred to me that 
the area around the showers was filled with river 
gravel, and even with our shower running, I should have 
been able to hear Justin walk by on his way to the 
house. Maybe I had missed it while I was rinsing. 
Still... 

I backed up slightly, admiring my wife's body as she 
bathed, but also adding a little distance. I stole a 
glance towards the bottom of the wall while she had her 
eyes closed. I tried to figure out which boards I had 
looked through, but it was difficult. I was at the 
wrong angle to see a gap. I looked again, checking a 
couple of boards over... which should have been just 
about right. 

It was time to figure it out. I wasn't sure if I would 
be more excited to find something or relieved to find 
nothing. I moved into the shower, just as Hayley was 
finishing her second rinse. She let me swap places and 
proceeded to wash my hair. It felt wonderful, in part, 
due to her hands massaging my head, but also due to the 
feel of her breasts rubbing against my chest and back 
as she moved around me. 

The soap cleared from my eyes, and I turned Hayley's 
back to me and reached around her waist, pulling her 
close, my cock hard and nestled against her. My hands 
slid up to her breasts and gently fondled them. If 
Justin was looking, he would now be focused on her 
breasts. And if he was looking there, the limitations 
of his view would mean that he couldn't see me. I 
lightly pulled her left nipple, knowing that I would 
have a momentary opportunity. I glanced down towards 
the dividing boards, counting from the corner. Three, 
four... Bingo! Between the fourth and fifth boards. He 
hadn't left at all. 

Wow. This was more than I anticipated, and I wasn't 
sure if I liked it. It had seemed like a fun thing to 
show off my wife's assets to another man, briefly. It 
was sort of a small, broken taboo...something I could 
jerk off to later thinking about. This was entirely 
different. We were about to make love while being 
watched. 

I could call it off quickly, I realized. But, it was 
pretty clear I wouldn't have a choice. Hayley doesn't 
really like giving blowjobs, but all week she had been 
into it... washing me with soap, making my cock 
slippery, rinsing it and sucking it. In fact, maybe the 
lesson was that I should bathe at night rather than in 
the morning! 

But this was here and now. She backed me against the 
wall under the shower head and put her swimsuit on the 
floor to cushion her knees. It was like something out 
of a porno movie, with my wife playing the role of the 
subservient sex nympho, on her knees looking up into 
the eyes of her man. Well, almost. The water sprayed 
into her eyes. So much for the complete fantasy. 

Although there were clear advantages to the outdoor 
showers, one disadvantage was that we had to be quiet. 
Just 30' away there could be a couple or family walking 
by at any time on their way to the beach. At least 
Justin wouldn't be hearing the verbal play that Hayley 
usually enjoyed, but he was certainly getting an 
eyeful. 

"Do you want to cum on my face again or do you want to 
fuck me?" 

So much for keeping at least some things private. 
Always the pleaser, I asked, "What do you want?" 

"Both," she said, in a devilish tone. 

Clearly, I was thinking too much, and Hayley was 
literally sucking the blood from my brain to a more 
pleasurable and less cognitive area. Hayley squeezed 
the base of my cock firmly, making the head swell as 
she licked the under side. I was on the verge of 
cumming, and she knew it. She began actively stroking 
my shaft. 

Watching Hayley furiously stroke my cock, with her tits 
swinging from every arm movement, it didn't take long 
to reach that certain ticklish moment when my balls 
said "enough." The added presence of watching eyes 
didn't help, necessarily, but I was at least satisfied 
that I could perform under pressure. 

If I stroked my cock for...say, an hour, (and there was 
no way Hayley would do it for that long) a lot of cum 
shoots, but it's usually somewhat clear and tends to be 
runny. When I haven't been going at it for very long, 
such as, really, the several minutes involved here, it 
often comes out in thick white gobs.

Having found "release" on each of the preceding days, 
there wasn't a whole bunch of goo left in the factory, 
but what came out was the thick white stuff. 
Specifically, three sticky spurts. Two landed on her 
lips, and another on her nose, dangling in an 
unexpected and erotically vulgar way. 

For a moment, that is, then the water washed it away. 
That was a visual memory that I would carry for quite a 
while, and, as the blood returned to thinking areas, I 
realized it had been a show for someone else, as well. 
I found myself very embarrassed for both of us. 

What had I been thinking? Why hadn't some moral 
override kicked in? Once I knew he was there I should 
have called it quits, but I hardly even paused! I had 
done nothing to protect the dignity of my wife, the 
sanctity of our marriage even. 

But then, I wasn't completely guilty, was I? He was the 
one who had stayed behind to watch. It wasn't like I 
had set the whole thing up. It was really his fault for 
crossing the lines of friendship and spying on my naked 
wife. 

"You recovered fast!" What? Hayley beamed at me, her 
hand again on my cock after washing her face again. How 
did I manage that? It usually took five minutes or 
longer to recover for a second round. "What's got you 
so turned on?" 

I hoped I didn't look it, but I felt like a deer caught 
in the headlights. I had no idea what to say. 
Fortunately, she wasn't pressing for more words. 

Hayley swapped places with me and bent over, her hands 
on the wall of the shower. She reached behind with one 
and guided me between her legs. What was now very cool 
water coming from the shower contrasted sharply with 
the heat from her wet flesh. I realized for a brief 
moment that Justin was seeing this, too, but I, once 
again, wasn't in a position to think about it. And it 
took me only another moment to realize I wanted to put 
on a good show, to make him jealous of the woman who 
would always be mine. 

I'm sure my six and a half inches were probably very 
average, but there was something about sex that made 
me, and I suppose every guy, try to force his way three 
inches further than whatever his length is into a 
woman's cunt. In other words, I grabbed her at the 
waist and thrust into her hard. And I always liked 
"Round 2." My staying power was always much improved. 
It would be a show, indeed. 

Hayley was hot. She obviously had a need and had been 
waiting her turn. She was wriggling ever so slightly as 
she forced herself back to meet each thrust, all while 
keeping her breaths as quiet as she could. Still, even 
her reserved panting could be heard, those special 
little noises that let a guy know he was doing the job 
right. But as hard as it was to concentrate, I tried to 
think of what Justin's view would be. 

He probably couldn't see her facial expressions. Her 
long brown hair was wet and draping her face. Good He 
didn't need to see how her face lights up when she's 
passionate. If he moved around a little, he... Hayley 
quickly used one hand to toss her hair over her 
shoulders. Well, fine then. He would see how her face 
lights up when she's passionate. 

He certainly would see her tits swinging with each 
thrust... What a view that would be. Age may loosen the 
skin a little, but when Hayley's 38" breasts are 
hanging, the added fullness of her stretched tits don't 
just make me want to lick them, but devour them. And 
Justin was seeing them in their unrestrained glory, 
hard nipples, silver dollar size areola and all. 

No fair! Why couldn't Kate take a shower out here? 

I doubted Justin could see her cunt, though. Her leg 
was probably in the way. Maybe that, at least, would 
remain private. But for reasons I didn't want to 
understand, I didn't want it to. 

I withdrew from Hayley's cunt. She would think that I 
was trying to prevent myself from cumming. I reached 
around her to feel her breast briefly, and then I 
guided her sideways slightly. She didn't ask why, but 
she was now bracing herself against both walls at a 
corner. 

She raised her rear, and there was her sex, facing both 
me and Justin. Her cunt lips were red, wet, and spread 
slightly. "Come on. Fuck me now. Don't stop." Her hand 
was between her legs, one finger making circular 
motions against her clit as she awaited me. Justin had 
certainly had his view. I rammed into her. Justin could 
probably only see her left tit at this point, but that 
was too bad. 

"I love it when I feel you balls slapping against me!" 
Uh-oh. Hayley was getting verbal. "That's it. Fuck me. 
Fuck me." It was a whisper, but a forceful one if there 
is such a thing. She said it several times more and 
went quiet, just as I came within her. Then came a 
gentle sigh. 

I slipped out of her and brought her close in an 
embrace. She backed towards the wall and leaned against 
it as we kissed. Strange. It was the first kiss of the 
entire encounter. And it was a lengthy one, until 
Hayley brightened and said, "Time for a soap job!". 

It was a treat of sorts, I guess. Or maybe a fetish. 
But Hayley likes to play with my cock when it's...I 
won't say "small," because, well, you know..., but when 
it's in its non-erect state. She likes it soft, and 
pliable and...soapy. So she cleaned me once more in a 
great lather and then rinsed me with water from her 
cupped hands. 

I turned the water off and opened the shower curtain, 
stepping through to dry off. 

"Honey, just toss me a towel." The area wasn't large 
enough for two to comfortably dress, so Hayley remained 
in the shower portion. I dried off quickly and started 
dressing, but Hayley was taking a while longer due to 
what she, at times, considered to be "the curse" of 
long hair. 

Just as I was tying my shoes, I looked over to see 
Hayley with one foot partially on the dividing wall, so 
that she could dry her leg and, indeed, between her 
legs, more easily. Well, that was it. Now Justin had 
seen everything. I had no doubt that he was looking 
right at her cunt...her wispy vertical stripe of hair, 
red lips, swollen clit and all. 

Enough already. "Hayley, why don't you come over here 
where it's dry. 
I'm done. Do you want me to wait for you or leave?" 

"Oh, wait just a second. I'm going to finish changing 
upstairs." She slipped on a beach shirt, which hung to 
her knees, and wrapped a towel around her hair. "Can 
you get my stuff?" 

I did, and we left to go into the house. As we reached 
the top of the stairs, I realized that we had left our 
camera in our beach bag, which I didn't want to leave 
outside. So I put our stuff in our bedroom and told 
Hayley I'd be back in a minute. And I wanted to. I 
wanted to be there when Justin came in the door, with 
some excuse as to where he'd been, probably soaking wet 
from the both the steam and the heat created between 
Hayley and me. It would be odd for him to explain 
considering he'd just had a shower! 

Our bags were just outside the driveway, not far from 
the shower. As I started searching for the camera, I 
heard Kate's voice. 

"Do you think they know?" She was on the other side of 
the shower! 

"Based on what we just saw, no way. Hopefully, they'll 
think we're napping when they get upstairs. Why did you 
come down, anyway?" 

"I was just going to ask you what kind of sandwich you 
wanted! Instead, I found out that I'm married to a 
pervert who spies on his friends!" 

You tell him, Kate. I heard the shower being turned on. 

"Yeah, well, you didn't seem to mind looking either." 
WHAT? 

"Well, that's different!" She giggled. I don't know if 
I had ever heard her giggle like that. It took only a 
moment to realize that the door to the shower that we 
had used remained open. Inviting, it was. 

I entered the shower, careful to stay low. The light 
came in from our side, and I didn't want to cast any 
shadows that might distract them. And I was most 
curious to see what I risked distracting them from! I 
hoped my knees didn't pop as I bent and that the floor 
didn't creak as I slowly worked may way across the 
floor. 

"Ooooh. You're wet down there. Can I assume that it's 
safe to skip the foreplay?" Giggling again. And the 
sound of kissing. 

I finally found a good spot, although "good" wasn't the 
word that came to mind when my first glance included 
Justin's hairy butt above me. But then he moved 
slightly and...nirvana. Kate was backing away from 
their embrace and...I saw her. All of her. 

I'd been to one strip club in my life. Beautiful women 
were there, and each was a marvel to behold. Strangely 
though, it wasn't a turn on. Maybe it was the coyness 
or the money. But Hayley was the only woman I had been 
intimate with. And while I wouldn't be actually 
touching Kate, I knew her personally, and now in a much 
more personal way. It made a world of difference. 

Finally, I was able to see what was beneath her 
conservative swimsuits. Although she had a lack of 
tone, she had curves, and attractive they were. I 
generally consider myself a tit fan when it comes to 
looking at women, and hers were nice. They were smaller 
than Hayley's, but different. Her nipples were dark and 
puffy. They weren't an extension of the slope of her 
breasts. They had their own protruding character, 
curves of their very own. They contrasted with the pale 
whiteness of her breasts, and they looked perfect for 
sucking. Justin must have thought the same, because his 
head lowered to them and blocked my view. 

Which was okay. There was more to look at. Justin 
removed his hand from her slit, probably to hold his 
balance while he sucked her nipple. And it was then 
that I saw her cunt. Kate is conservative in her 
politics, her opinions, and her dress. So seeing her 
cleanly shaven mound was a small shock. 

And although a quite clear view of her wet and 
blossoming folds was a delight, it was the tattoo that 
was stunning. It was right on her pubic mound in a 
perfect script: July 25, 1987. 

This I knew to be her anniversary date, and, if the 
girl talk my wife passed on was true, it was the night 
she had lost her virginity. Kate's own hand reached 
between her legs, and I was able to watch as she began 
a rhythmic stroking of her clit. And to think only 
minutes ago I would have been happy just to get a 
glance of her naked tits! 

"I want you, now. Fuck me." To hear her say this seemed 
to be the most intimate and private thing I could ever 
expect to hear a person say. "Do me like..." She didn't 
finish her sentence, but she turned to lean against the 
wall as Hayley had done. Maybe she would imagine she 
was being watched! Ha! The irony was...frustrating me. 
I had to remain still and quiet. 

"What? I don't get to come on your face first?" Yeah! 
Good thought there, Justin. 

"No, only on my tits. You know that. But not now." If 
Kate making love were a puzzle, I didn't know how many 
pieces there would be. But I was so thankful, and 
turned on, by every physical nuance I saw and every 
sound I heard. And every piece made the puzzle that 
much clearer. I drew in every pant, every breath, every 
word.

 My eye recorded every sway of her breasts, every 
ripple through her body as Justin thrust within her. 
And most rewarding was her sudden grasping of a nipple 
as she orgasmed, rolling it between her fingers and 
stretching it away from her body. Justin climaxed 
within her, and she continued to work her nipple long 
after Justin had finished moving inside her. 

As she finally straightened, I could see cum emerging 
from her freshly fucked cunt. I knew, too, that it was 
time to depart. Having been spying only minutes 
earlier, they might naturally check to make sure no one 
was watching them. 

My clothes were wet on one side from laying on the wet 
floor, so I quickly changed them. Hayley was already 
napping, so she was none the wiser. I was sitting in 
the den when they returned, reading. Their clothes were 
somewhat damp, and their faces were sweaty. I was ready 
to hear how they were going to explain this, presumably 
so soon after Justin, at least, had taken a shower. 

I decided to get the ball rolling. "Look at you! You 
look like you've been in a steam bath." Kate's eyes 
were a little wider than usual. 

Apparently, it was Justin who was to do the talking. 
"Yeah, well, I saw the lights of a fire truck down by 
the Rec. center, so we walked down there to see what 
was going on." 

Good one! "And?" 

"I couldn't really tell. I didn't see a fire. But there 
should have been for all the heat." True enough. 

Later that night, as we were battling the wages of war 
in a game of "Risk,", there was a certain excitement I 
felt each time I looked at Kate. The clothes she now 
wore could no longer keep her body a secret, and it was 
with the strangest of fascinations that I could sit 
across from her in idle conversation, knowing her in a 
way that she didn't suspect. 

It occurred to me that she and Justin may be having 
similar thoughts. Almost. I knew their secret; they 
didn't know mine. I figured I could have a little fun 
with this. A thief probably best understands the mind 
of another thief. So a voyeur... would wonder, I hoped. 

I looked at Kate. "Hey, I think there's a special date 
coming in a few weeks. How are you going to..." I 
rolled the dice, literally and figuratively, "... 
`mark' your anniversary?" 

I could see the question in her eyes as she looked 
briefly into mine. 
I could also tell she was too afraid to know the 
answer. 

It occurred to me that Hayley was the only one of us 
unaffected by prying eyes, because she didn't know. She 
didn't know the neighbors like I did, or they did. As I 
looked at her, I considered that Justin could be 
envisioning her naked breasts at that very moment, and 
I had to ask myself...did it bother me? 

I adjusted the erection in my shorts. It was something 
to ponder while picturing Kate without her blouse. 

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