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I froze, my fingers lingering on my pussy as I stopped and listened again. The moan's I'd just heard in my fantasy had actually come from reality.

I listened hard, straining to hear it again. And then, there it was again, and I felt my pulse jump like lightening in my chest.

"Oh fuck me harder, Jake!"

Oh. My. God.

It was Lenore's voice, obviously, and I whirled to peer out my window. I had a view of the Harding's backyard from the back of our house where my bedroom was, which is also where I'd spent many an afternoon spying on Jake mowing the lawn or taking a dip in their pool. But this time, I gasped and felt my young body clench up tight with excitement at what I was seeing. It took me a second, but as my eyes adjusted to the moonlit glow of my neighbor's backyard, I saw it all.

Jake's body glistened with the hot summer heat as he grunted, his muscles bunching and clenching as he pumped his hips rhythmically against his wife Lenore, who was bent over the lawn chair in front of him.

"Oh God, honey! Fuck me with that big cock of yours!"

I gasped and brought my hand quickly to my mouth as I stared out my window. I almost couldn't believe what I seeing barely thirty feet away from me! Jake Harding was fucking his wife hard from behind, right there in the backyard!

You'd have thought I'd be insanely jealous, or heartbroken, seeing the man of my fantasies with another woman. And at first, I was. At first, it felt like something in my heart was breaking apart; tearing at the seams inside as the leaden feeling in my gut sank into the pit of my stomach. But, as I watched, I realized I was becoming more and more mesmerized by the whole thing. The more I watched with wide, shocked eyes, the more I couldn’t look away. Jake’s muscles rippled under the moonlight, and the more I watched, the more completely turned on by the whole thing.

I guess part of me wished that it wasn't me bent over that lawn chair with Jake holding my hips and pumping me full of his cock. But that didn't mean I couldn't be totally turned on and dripping wet just watching it happen like some sort of voyeur.

And before I knew it, the burning desire from earlier that I’d stopped came rushing back. I moaned as I felt my pussy throb inside my panties as my arousal quickly began to dampen the inside of them while I watched the Hardings in their backyard. I knelt on the ground by my back window, peering over the sill at my hunky neighbor fucking his wife and letting the sounds of their love-making wash over me as I eagerly pushed my fingers back into my panties and slid them wetly over my tight little slit.

They were facing me at sort of an angle out there in the backyard. From my vantage point, I could see Lenore's face scrunched up with passion as her gorgeous husband gripped her tightly by the hips and pushed into her again and again. Her breasts were much larger than my small little cups, and they swayed heavily beneath her as Jake's hands gripped her ass tightly and fucked her with deep strokes.

His glistening chest rippled in the moonlight, and I moaned into my hand as the fingers from my other slipped into my tight channel, imaging it was his cock pushing into me from behind. I was rubbing my clit with my thumb as two of my fingers rhythmically pushed in and out of my wet slit, trying to time my stroking in tune with Jake's thrusting across the yard.

I'd been close before, back in my bed with my fantasy. And as I masturbated right there, hiding in my bedroom and watching my neighbors making love in their backyard, I could already feel myself close to coming. I started to finger my pussy harder and harder as Jake's pace picked up as well. I could see his jaw gritting tightly and the heavy concentration in his eyes as he rocked his hips back and forth.

"Oh fuck yes baby! Come inside me! Shoot your cum and fill me up Jake! Fuck your cum into me and put a baby inside of me! Make me pregnant!"

Like a rocket, that did it - for both of us, apparently. I bit my hand hard as my own orgasm began to clench and ripple through me, but I forced myself to keep my eyes open and watch as Jake's face did the same. He let out a heavy grunt, and with a final, powerful thrust, he slammed forward into Lenore. He roared, and I knew he was coming right along with me! My own body clenched and convulsed, my tight pussy seizing up around my fingers as I bit my hand hard trying not to scream as I came.

As I came down, I suddenly gasped again as Jake slipped wetly out of his wife, and his thick, throbbing, glistening dick bobbed into view.

Oh my God.

I mean, I'd never really seen a penis before, aside from spying on my friend Jenna's older brother in the shower years ago, or the few glimpses of porn I'd seen. But I knew enough to know that the thick, gorgeous looking cock jutting out from Mr. Harding's muscled abdomen was decidedly enormous.

There was nothing following their lovemaking. No cuddling, not even a kiss. Jake was still panting and pushing his fingers through his hair when Lenore quickly got up from the chair, brushed her knees off, and went inside. I frowned as I watched Mr. Harding shake his head and mutter something before he followed her inside.

After that, I slumped back into my bed to grin and blush to myself about what I'd just seen.

"Put a baby inside of me! Make me pregnant."

Why was it that line in particular that had pushed me over the edge? It was like just hearing that from Mrs. Harding's lips had sent me crashing right into my orgasm, as if just imagining Jake making her pregnant like that right in front of me has made me come.

It was so hot, in fact, that I actually fingered my still buzzing slit into another mini-orgasm right there in my bed just thinking about it before I finally drifted off to naughty dreams that night.

Chapter 3:

Jake

This was going to be a real fucking problem.

It’d been one of those days with Lenore. Hell, it’d been one of those weeks, or hell, those years with her. We just…shit, I don’t know. We didn’t work anymore; at all. It’d gotten to the point where I honestly wasn’t sure why she’d ever married me, or I her for that matter. Her father, I suppose, and the job he landed me with the U-Miami football devision before I went free agent as a recruitment consultant. Seems like a silly reason to have married into the family, but the more I thought about it, the more I’m pretty sure that was it. I got the job, she got stability and the little cookie-cutter life she wanted.

Of course, I was anything but cookie-cutter, especially after the Navy and after my time on the road in the pro leagues. I was not white picket fence guy, or pot-luck dinner with the neighbors guy, or hell, a marriage guy.

But hey, here we were, and where that was, I wasn’t even sure anymore. I don’t think she did, either.


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