TITLE    : Finding Her Way Ch. 03
STORYID  : finding-her-way-ch-03
SUMMARY  : Housewife witnesses neighbor giving it all.
AUTHOR   : LilyMoreno@lit
DATE     : 2013-11-18
CATEGORY : loving-wives
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |voyeur|neighbor|housewife|envy|reluctant|cunnilingus|


"Bye, honey, I'll call you later about the job, okay?" John told her while walking over to his car parked in front of their house. He nodded his greeting to Zack, their next-door-neighbor, who was mowing his lawn. 



Heather didn't bother replying to him, annoyed that he could so easily forget her reasons for not wanting to work for his father's business. She surreptitiously sent Zack a look, wondering if he saw them going at it last night.



Zack caught her eye, unfortunately, and he sent her a wink that made the lump in her stomach solidify. She offered a weak smile in return and an even weaker "good morning." 



He turned off the mower, took off his earphones, and said, "What was that?" 



If her heart could sink lower, she would be standing on it. "I said good morning." 



"Yeah, it is, isn't it?" Zack leaned on the handlebars of the mower, looking like he wanted to continue their conversation. He just moved in last month and she didn't know a lot about him, like why he could loiter at all hours of the day, seeming like he had nothing better to do. He appeared well off, judging from his high-end electronics and his two vehicles, one of which looked like it needs two drivers just to move it. He looked good, as well, his big guns rippling as he fiddled with the mower. 



"Uh, I'll just, um... go," she silently groaned to herself at this lame reply, suiting actions to words. 



"You looked busy last night," his comment made her step falter. 



She turned back, her blood turning cold, "what do you mean?" 



"Now, sweetheart, don't get me wrong, but your window was wide open, and it was an invitation that no warm-blooded man can resist. Don't worry, you looked magnificent and I'm green with envy." So saying, he walked away jauntily, leaving her with her mouth open with dismay, unable to even think of a suitable retort. 



She walked back into the house, her mind churning with mortification, but she felt cream gush in her pussy at the thought that Zack the hot neighbor witnessed her performing oral sex on John. It was a shameful thought, but she felt desire pool low in her belly. She could just imagine herself on her knees, grasping John's shaft as she sucked him deep into her mouth, while Zack issued explicit instructions beside them. He would be sitting on the chaise lounge, beating his own stiff prick, timing it so he would come with John. "Oh, God," she thought to herself, "I'm such a pervert!"



She busied herself with chores to take her mind off their hunky neighbor, feeling like a disloyal wife for lusting after another man. She was even able to finish her CV to be submitted to the country lawyer's office, where she saw a help wanted ad. However, even as she was doing the laundry, she would find herself staring into space, picturing their next encounter, at the same time not knowing how she would ever be able to look him in the face again.



She was engrossed in watching a DVD of the latest hit TV series when sounds of female laughter drifted from Zack's house. She glanced up and she could see out through her sheer drapes his brightly lit bedroom. His room opened out onto a balcony adjoining theirs, with both houses having French windows. John was out on a weekend corporate team-building event and she was trying to pass her time before going to bed. She could clearly see Zack and his guest as his balcony doors were wide open. 



Her eyes widened when she saw that they were both already in their birthday suits. "That man really is the limit!" Heather thought furiously as she stood up, intending to close her balcony doors. Her hand froze on its way as she belatedly realized that to do so would mean that they would see her, which is embarrassing to the extreme. She quickly turned off her T.V. and the lights to mask her presence. She stood rooted to the spot as she realized that while she was dithering, the woman was already laying spread-eagled on the bed.



Zack was lying on his stomach while feasting on her snatch. Her heartbeat slowed down, and she felt bathed in ice-cold water then rapidly heated up with a blowtorch. 



Heather could clearly see Zack's eyes staring at his partner's face, avidly watching every expression that contorted her beautiful face. "He looks like he's taking such good care of her," she mused as she watched him respond with harder flicks of his tongue every time the woman moaned out. 



The scene unfolding before her made Heather fascinated. She has never seen another couple making love, just the ones in the movies. She was dying to watch porn, but she didn't know how to go on about it. It was out of the question to go and buy or rent from one of the adult stores in town. She gasped aloud when she saw Zack run his fingers along the woman's crease, bypassing her pussy and instead playing with her rearward hole. He repeated the motion, getting the copious cream from her pussy and applying it to her ass, lubricating the hole. 



Heather felt on fire, desire warring with her shame on wanting to continue her illicit vigil. She wanted to touch herself, but she has never done that in her life, and she doesn't even know where to start. Her heart thudded its sensual beat, urging her to watch until the scene's lustful conclusion.



She could barely hear Zack saying something in encouragement as the woman's loud moans turned into wails of ecstasy. It was all Heather could do to keep her gasps quiet every time she saw him doing something that she never even thought of. She almost stepped back when she saw him kneel on the bed, preparing to penetrate the woman writhing on the bed. She saw him firmly anchor the girl's thighs with his heavily muscled arms, almost splaying her open as he lunged deep and true. A high, keening cry punctured the night, making Heather jump with the tension now infecting her limbs.



Zack was much larger than John was, with his girth almost as wide as her wrists. She felt almost afraid for the girl, wondering how on earth something that big could be in any way pleasant shoved up anybody's vagina. He was fucking her almost violently, faint sounds of the bed being pounded, carried into the quiet night. 



Interspersed with the bed creaking was the woman's graphic bed talk. Cries of "fuck me harder, right there, you feel so good, your cock feels so good inside me, you're such a great fuck," singed her ears. Heather could not imagine saying them herself, being of the loud-gasp-oh-God variety of talker. She marveled at what Zack was doing to the girl to make her sob out so loudly, each cry sounding as if he was torturing her with his cock. The noise she was making was as if somebody was being raked over the coals, then skinned alive, instead of being raked with unimaginable delight.



She didn't know whether to giggle or moan out at the feelings she was experiencing. Her skin felt too tight for her body, her pussy was throbbing insistently, her breasts were tingling like mad, and the worst thing was, she knew for certain, John would have been no help at all even if he were here. She has never been this aroused before, even when her husband was inside her and doing his best to imitate a jackhammer. 



The cries were getting louder and louder from the wanton hussy being drilled on the bed, if that were possible. Heather shifted on her feet, needing to somehow alleviate the ache she felt deep in her womb. She touched her flat stomach, massaging the flesh below her navel, but that didn't ease the pain. She clenched her thighs tightly together, which eased it up a bit, but soon, the demanding ache throbbed again. 



The woman suddenly screeched out, "I'm coming," followed by an unbroken shriek. Zack's back was a blur of motion, increasing in intensity, until he paused with his cock deep inside, and Heather could clearly hear him groan out as he looked to be in extreme agony, his hips jerking spasmodically. He fell on top of the woman, kissing her tenderly on her cheeks. Heather felt envy well up within her at their satisfaction, and she could only sigh deeply in frustration. She felt almost disappointed that they have finished, leaving her as fidgety as after John's lovemaking.

