Late Night Surveillance

Before I got the urge to smother Brad with my pillow and end his annoyingly loud purring, I sat down on the cushioned storage bench and quietly opened the window and lit a cigarette. The warm breeze and the sound of the cicadas were calming. I don't know what's wrong with me, his snoring has never seemed to bother me before, and lately I felt so agitated with everything. I blankly stared out the window and started to overthink, I should be happy with my life, my marriage of 25 years has been good for the most part, and we mutually decided not to have kids because both of our careers in private investigation were hectic and intense, so that wasn't it. I guess everything has gotten too mundane, I mean extremely routine and boring. Oh, even our sex life has, no, especially our sex life, it wasn't very exciting anymore. Shit, we used to fuck everywhere and all of the time. I remember not being able to keep our hands off each other. Now we are just so exhausted that we only do it to quickly get off every once in a while, and on special occasions we force ourselves to put on a half-assed production. Why the fuck did we let ourselves lose that in our relationship? I guess that's just what's supposed to happen when you get old. Oh, come on, we're in our late 40s, I haven't even gone through menopause yet. I let out a big sigh and started remembering hotter times.

I smiled and got a bit wet thinking of that one year at his work's Christmas party, when he used to work private security, and everything came flooding back. He discreetly fingered me under the table while his coworkers hit the dance floor. The music was so loud that I don't think anyone heard me poorly attempt not to make noises, and of course I returned the favour with a quick handjob, which I am pretty sure he really enjoyed. Haha, he ended up nutting and cleaning himself up with one of those fancy material napkins.

Mmm, I also thought of that Thanksgiving at his mom's, he was coming out of the bathroom and grabbed my arm as I walked by, with the intention to help with the dishes, and he pulled me in and shut the door. I remember he whipped me around and pressed my bum into his hardening cock and covered my mouth to shush me. He bent me over the vanity and tore my pantyhose trying to yank them down as fast and savagely as he could and screwed me hard from behind. He kept one hand over my mouth as he pounded into me controlling how loud I panted and moaned. I can still picture the look of disgust on his sister's face when we opened the door all sweaty and out of breath.

Oh, and that time when we broke the bed because he went a little bit crazy drilling into me and I--

A sudden flicker of light sent my eyes towards my neighbour's pool.

***

Our backyard faced theirs which gave me a perfect view of it. I think her name was Mandy and his was like Bob or Rob or something. They were kind of an odd-looking couple as she was tall and blonde and every time I saw her she was dressed so prim and proper like a Stepford wife, and he was a balding short chubby man, he kinda reminded me of an Oompa Loompa. I guess opposites really do attract. I didn't really know them well but we exchanged friendly small talk or a wave whenever we saw each other.

Mandy sashayed out of the French doors completely naked pulling her husband, whoa, that was definitely not her husband that she was now sucking faces with. This dude had a full head of dirty blonde hair, a ripped body and was definitely taller than her.

I quickly got up and grabbed one of the binoculars from the closet and stumbled my way back to the bench and loudly stubbed my toe.

Brad made a snorting sound but went right back to snoring.

I anxiously peered through the lens and saw that everything, I mean absolutely everything, was extremely magnified like I was watching porn on a big screen TV. Oh boy, he was definitely well hung. I think I even began to drool a bit.

Mandy sucked on the ridiculously gorgeous man's neck while she rubbed his chest with her perfectly manicured fingers.

The man grabbed a fist full of her long blonde hair and tugged it. He deliberately guided her head and puckered lips down his muscular tanned chest towards his stomach and pubic bone. His throbbing cock began to slowly salute.

She sucked on her fingers and slobbered on her hands before gripping onto his cock, which now looked very hard and veiny. She began stroking and rubbing it.

It looked like she was saying something to him, probably talking dirty. Damn it, if I knew there was gonna be a show tonight, I would have put a wireless bug in her backyard.

With the one hand still holding her hair like it was a handle, he clutched her face with the other, forcing her mouth to open.

She stared up at him and raised an eyebrow.

I'm not really into that forceful dominating stuff but, I started feeing very hot and tingly.

She stuck out her tongue and pushed the head of his cock deep in her mouth. Her one hand pressed up against his thigh as the other moved up and down his shaft, pulling him in and out as saliva dribbled from her lips.

He gripped her hair tight and placed his other hand behind her head and increased her sucking speed. It even looked like he was shoving his dick in even deeper down her throat.

Her eyes watered and her hand dropped from his shaft to his ass, where she squeezed his cheek.

I assumed he was now panting and whimpering uncontrollably because his eyes were tightly closed and his mouth repetitively opened and clenched, then his head dropped.

He jerked her head back and glared down at her, cum dripped from her mouth. He grinned and finished shooting his load on her chest.

She swallowed hard and began to smile. She reached her hand towards him suggesting that he should help her up.

He grinned and shook his head no. He pointed towards the ground and roguishly glared at her. He held up his two fingers pressed together and motioned she should turn around.

She shook her head no.

Huh, this was interesting. I felt like I needed popcorn or something.

He nodded yes.

She hesitantly got on all fours and stuck out her bum.

He crouched down behind her and inserted his fingers deep in her hoo-ha.

My eyes widened and I instantly felt myself getting wet.

"Sarah, what the hell are you doing?" Brad asked.

"Fuck," I said, startled. "Shhh, be quiet," I scowled.

He lightly slapped my arm. "Huh, what are you looking at?" He grabbed the binoculars out of my hands and looked around. "Whoa, what the fu-- "

I snatched the binoculars back. "Geez, go get your own."

"Wait, that's not Bob, who's that dude with Mandy?"

"I don't know," I snapped.

He handed me the binoculars back and ran towards the closet.

I looked in them and scanned the yard trying to find the right view. Oh good, I don't think I missed much.

Mandy was now resting on her forearms. Her mouth opened and her eyes fluttered.

The man shoved his fingers in and out of her hard and quick.

A puddled formed as cum dripped down from Mandy's pussy.

I could kinda hear her moaning. My legs squeezed in and out, and I could feel moisture building up.

"Looks like someone's getting off. Spying like a creeper, are we?" Brad teased.

"Shut up," I laughed. I turned my head and saw Brad wearing my favorite hands-free binocular glasses. "Shit, I forgot about those. Switch with me."

"Umm, nope," he chuckled.

I open my mouth in disbelief and smacked him on the arm.

"Ow," he playfully said, and smiled before taking them off and putting them on me. He bent down and kissed me on the lips. He took the binoculars I was holding and put them down on the window ledge. "I have a better idea, Gorgeous."

Brad sat behind me and scooted me between his legs.

I dropped the glasses beside me and took a deep breath.

***

He reached up my pyjama top and massaged my boobs, then he lifted off the sleeveless top completely. He slowly reached down my body, his fingers creating a path of tingles and heat.

My arm brushed up against my boob. My nipple was hard as a rock and my breathing got heavy.

Brad grabbed a hold of my pyjama bottoms and panties, and I helped him pull them down. His fingers parted my lips and lightly circled around my clit. He stroked up and down, teasing me with his fingers.

My pussy quivered wanting his digits deep in me.

I began to moan and moved my body to guide him to fuck me with his fingers.

He kissed my ear. He paused for a second and nuzzled his face in my hair, breathing me in.

He pulled me in closer against him and I could feel his cock harden a bit.

He entered me, bending his fingers upward and began to move them in a 'come hither' motion.

"Oh my God," I mouthed.

He continued, gradually increasing the speed.

I lost it, I began to shake, all sorts of whines and sounds uncontrollably came out of my mouth. A rush of cum flooded out of me and I began to squirt. My mind was blown; I couldn't even think about how the fuck I was supposed to clean my mess off of the cushion on the bench.

Brad kissed the top of my shoulder.

I got a hold of myself and could feel how hard Brad was. I stood up and turned around to face him.

His mouth slightly opened and looked at my naked body up and down.

"I want your cock deep inside me now," I said, and reached down and helped free his cock from inside of his black boxer briefs. I gently rubbed it, applying more pressure as it hardened more in my hands.

He looked up at me with a warm expression, one that I had not seen in a while.

I slowly straddled him and he positioned his cock to slide in me with a bit of a push.

I gasped as he pushed it in deep.

I wrapped my arms around him and held on tight.

His hands draped around my waist.

I began to move up and down. Riding him harder and harder.

We both moaned, groaned and began to pant.

I was practically galloping on his dick when Brad grabbed my hips and shifted me to alter the rhythm and my speed so he wouldn't nut too fast.

"Ah ah ah," I shouted, and began to clench down so he was really deep inside me. "I'm cumming," I shouted.

"Fuck," Brad said out of breath, and released his load.

I stayed on his junk and I felt the pressure of both of our cum combining.

I sat in silence, savouring the way he felt breathing against me. When he finally pulled out, my hands raised, I softly rested them on his head and I stared into his eyes. "I love you so much, you know that right?" I said. "I don't say it enough but know I do." I couldn't help but get a little bit teary.

He swallowed hard. "Hey, Gorgeous, no stop that," he said, wiping my tears. "I know, well I hope you do," he said jokingly.

I giggled through the quiet sobbing.

"I hope you know that you are my everything," he said, and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

After we cuddled for a bit, Brad helped me up and moved my naked body beside him. He tucked his dick back in the hole of his boxer briefs and brought his knee up on the bench. He leaned over and gave me a passionate kiss. "I miss this," he said.

"Me too," I said, and rubbed his arm. "We have to make it a point to fuck every chance we get."

"Yeah, I agree." He twirled my hair. "We should force ourselves to fuck like every day as many times as possible, until it becomes a habit like before." He said, and smiled.

I reached out my hand and we shook on it.

Brad turned my hand to kiss it but a loud scream sent our attention toward the window.

***

Brad grabbed the binoculars and I put the glasses back on.

The man had Mandy in his arms and walked toward the pool.

She was squealing and flailing her legs and arms around.

He got to the edge and threw her in, then ran to the diving board and jumped on it a couple of times, his dick kept flopping and dangling in the air.

"Oh my God dude," Brad said, "fucking jump in already."

They bobbed in the water for a bit before swimming to one of the edges in the shallow end.

The man pinned Mandy to the wall of the pool and she wrapped her legs around him.

By the look on her face and the way his body moved, he was giving it to her hard.

Brad grabbed my arm and shook it. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, look."

I looked at where he was pointing and couldn't believe my eyes. Bob stood behind the sliding door wearing a bath robe. "Oh shit," I yelled.

The sliding door opened and Bob walked out with his hands on his hips. He looked at Mandy and the man and looked angry. His arms were waving in the air, like he was saying what the fuck is going on here.

"Oh fuck, someone is about to die," Brad said.

Bob opened his robe and dropped it, revealing that he was buck naked.

I looked at Brad. "What the fuck," I said.

Bob took a flying leap and jumped in the water, his penis wiggling around.

"No, ewe," Brad said.

Bob swam to Mandy and kissed her, then looked at the man and gave him an opened mouth, tongue thrashing kiss.

Brad and I looked at each other, completely silent for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"I did not see that coming," I said.

Brad shrugged. "To each their own I guess." He looked toward the pool and shook his head, "But wow, I was not expecting that," he said.

"Yeah," I said, "what a night this has been."

Bob switched spots with the man and slammed into Mandy.

She tilted her head back with enjoyment plastered all over her face.

The man shuffled behind Bob and put his hands under the water.

The look on Bob's face made Brad scream out, "nope, sorry, I can't watch anymore." He took me by the hand and kissed me on the cheek. "I don't think I'm up for watching those three go at it like rabbits," he said.

I hysterically laughed out loud.

"Whatever," Brad said, "how about we climb into bed instead and play naughty games all night like we used to."

I stood up and reached out my hand for him to take it. "Absolutely."

He grabbed my hand, got up and gave me a tight hug and a long smooch.

"Hey, maybe we should invite Bob over," I said, and giggled.

Brad's eyebrows shot up and stared at me. "What the fuck," he said, "how am I supposed to get a hard on now that you've put that image in my head." He chuckled and squeezed me tight, giving me a little smack on the ass.

He swooped me up off my feet and carried me to the bed, where we laughed, talked and made passionate love all night long. Haha, we even vowed to always remember this crazy late night of surveillance, and bring it up if we ever happen to lose our way again.

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Author's Note:

This story was written for the Literotica Nude Day Story Contest 2025, so please rate!!! The more people who rate it and comment, the better chances my story has to win! It is also greatly appreciated to know what you think about it.

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