Telescope finding

My husband and I have been happily married for 7 years, and we compliment each other and support each other in doing what we love. It’s a very open and nice relationship, yet still, I like to keep some things to myself. One of these things I keep to myself, as a guilty pleasure, is a secret I found able to be discovered with my brand new telescope.

I have always been interested in astrology, and my husband knowing this and being the sweetheart he is, bought me a very cute telescope. It was green and unique, and I had wanted one since long ago. I put it on our terrace and constantly stargazed with it, looking at things in the skies that were otherwise impossible to see for me. I spent countless nights having fun looking at faraway stars and nurturing my love for them.

It was fun, I had never felt such excitement with a present before, and my husband was happy that I was happy too. It was pretty much the best present I have gotten yet; and it was not just because of stargazing that it was so fun to have. With this telescope, I was able to find more than I had bargained for. One night, bored because for the first time in forever, there was nothing to look at in the sky, I decided to use it to look around my neighborhood.

It was pretty uneventful. I could watch my neighbor’s pets sleeping and nothing much varied, but one night I saw something  much more interesting. My front neighbors were making out. They’re a young couple, on their mid twenties, and it was something hot to behold. They are pretty attractive, but I do not know their names. The girl is a petite, smart blonde girl with nice boobs, and the guy is a handsome, rough looking working man. They have a great dynamic.

They sat down on their bed, still making out, then started to undress. I felt a little guilty by looking at my neighbors like that. However, I was feeling too horny to stop, like a person just discovering porn for the first time. I continued to watch, the feeling of guilt growing as I realized they had no idea I could watch them from afar, but the lust growing together with it. When they were naked, the man started to eat the girl’s pussy and she looked really pleased and excited.

After a bit, before the penetration started, my husband appeared behind me and asked what I was looking at. Scared, I said nothing. He had made dinner so I went to eat with him, but I could not forget what I had just witnessed, and wanted to continue watching. It’s like when a boy is watching porn then someone comes and he has to close it, it filled me with a feeling of frustration.

I tried to focus on the conversation at hand with my husband, but I was intrigued in the scene happening on the house next door. i had never looked at people having sex without them knowing. After dinner, I ran upstairs to use the telescope just to find my neighbors were sleeping already. A shame!

I tried to put it behind me, but I found myself looking into their window every now and then. Trying to find them back at what they had left off the other night, feeling a rush every time I saw the window was open with the light on… just to find nothing. However, this didn’t keep for long, because one night, a night I did not even plan to spy on them, I found them having sex again.

My husband had a night shift so I was left unbothered that night. As I watched them having sex, gazing at how my neighbor’s big cock slammed into his wife’s pussy, stretching it and making it visibly wet, I found myself too horny to contain myself. I started to finger me while looking at them, and I found this dozens of times better than porn. I squirted a few times, and looking at them switching positions so swiftly, so sensually, just turned me on even more.

I let out a big moan when I squirted, and I think it was loud enough they heard me, because they turned their heads to the sound of the noise coming from outside of the window. But, I hid myself in time. I was standing over a puddle of my own vaginal juices, and had to clean it. Afterwards, I went to take a shower and finished what I had started, fingering myself in the shower while thinking of my neighbors fucking and the climax I missed.

I found myself more often than not trying to find them having sex again, but it was a rare occurrence. It was good fuel for my fantasies though.