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My husband and I had been married for eight years. We had two children in elementary school, a dog, and a local landscaping business that was doing really well. Life was steady, predictable but comfortable. Ronny, my husband, started talking about opening another office in a larger city nearby. I knew the company books well. When the business first started, I was the one who maintained them; now I oversaw what office staff did occasionally. When I was not needed as much at the family business, I had gotten a position at a real estate attorney's office, which offered me additional insight into the neighboring communities. Ronny?s plan was solid but the idea of so much change scared me. Interestingly, the universe had its own opinion. A month and a half after he first proposed his idea, my law firm approached me about a promotion at another office. An office exactly where Ronny wanted to expand to.I now found myself living in a new home. It was a beautiful two-story house full of windows and light. The moving trucks had left the prior week, dropping off boxes in each room for me to sort through. Ronny had found an office space that was perfect, but wouldn't be available for another month. That left him sleeping on an air mattress in our basically empty previous home. Luckily, the law office was working with my schedule as I tried to get us settled in.*The new street we lived on was lined with large houses that alternated between one to two stories. I had met a few neighbors but really struck up a relationship with the young family to the right of our house. They had a daughter aged right between both of my boys and the kids instantly bonded over blocks and dump trucks. The mother was named Bev and was a stay-at-home mother. The father, Thomas, did something for the city council. Bev loved having my boys over and I did my best to always accept a cup of coffee when I walked them to her house. She turned out to be a major source of information on the neighborhood. She told me about the couple across from me who never mowed their lawn and the woman three houses down who had a tendency to leave late at night and not come home until the following day. She also told me the sad story of the seventy-two-year-old man who was the neighbor on the other side of my house. His wife had elvankent escort bayan (http://elvankent.t2bro.net/) passed four years before, apparently turning him into a grouch who snarled at anyone who neared his property.After a week of getting the kids settled in their new school, slowly unpacking, and trying to adjust to my new position at work, Ronny and I had a not so pleasant end of the day call. He was frustrated in his efforts to start the new location; I was lonely handling everything in our new home myself. The call consisted of us attacking each other and ended in an unresolved silence. The kids were, thankfully, already asleep.When we hung up, I prodded downstairs into the kitchen. I looked at the wine rack, sighed, and then went into the pantry to retrieve a bottle of vodka. I poured a double shot over ice, squeezed the last orange from the fruit basket into it, and took it back upstairs, making a mental note that*I needed to go to the store the next day. In my room, I contemplated taking a bath but was too agitated to try to relax. One wall of the master bedroom hosted a large picture window that looked toward my side yard and to my cranky old neighbor's house. Since being there, I had kept the curtains closed most of the time. Without a real reason, I turned off the lights and opened the hanging material as far as it could go.**I looked down on the small patch of grass that had stacked patio furniture that I still needed to set up, then to the wall on the property line that had seen better days, and just on the other side, a large window giving me full access to my neighbor's master bedroom. My jaw dropped realizing his curtains were wide open, the lights were on, and I was looking at him lying perpendicular to me in his bed, propped up on pillows, holding a tumbler with dark amber liquid, and flipping channels on his television but I couldn?t see the screen.**I knew it was an invasion of privacy but I was transfixed. I sat, in the dark, on the edge of my bed, on the side that should have been occupied by Ronny, folded my feet under me, and took sips of my drink looking out the window. He settled on something on TV, put his empty glass on the bedside table, then reached into his sweatpants to touch himself. Heat flooded my face and neck. Escort emek (http://emek.t2bro.net/) I stood up and took a step toward my window with the intention of closing my curtains. I stilled when my eyes took in the motion of his hand still hidden in his pants. He tugged at his cock, eyes locked on the screen before him, with an expression that was less than pleasurable. The image itself was not very sexy, but watching him in such a private moment was doing things to me. My glass was empty and I got a deliciously bad idea.**I moved into my closet and undressed, leaving everything in a pile at my feet. Searching my top drawer, I found a red silk negligee that was folded in the back. After putting it on, I unbound my hair and let it fall around my shoulders. Still cloaked in darkness, I went back to the window. His hand was still in his pants but he was no longer moving. His gaze fixed on the glowing light of the television, but frustration was evident on his face.*Keeping my eyes on his motionless hand, I began running my hands over my silk encased body. I gripped my breast, nails biting into my soft mounds. I rolled my nipples with my fingertips. Secretly watching the man was turning me on but a sudden thought of him watching me soaked my panties. I didn't want to talk myself out of it so I took a nervous breath, walked to the bedside lamp, and turned it on its lowest setting. Dim golden light illuminated the room and I walked back to the center of the window and looked directly at my neighbor. As I had anticipated, the change in lighting had drawn his attention. I gave him a nervous smile. He looked confused.Taking a deep breath, I slowly moved my hands up the sides of my body until they found my aching breasts. I began squeezing and pinching. I looked at him to see his reaction. He had turned to his side and his gaze was fixed on what my hands were doing. Emboldened, I continued. I skimmed my fingers between the deep neckline of my lingerie. Pulling down the slinky fabric caused it to bunch underneath my girls. They were on full display, my nipples hardened nubs. I lazily ran my long nails over my skin, causing me to shiver. My eyes were fixed on the hidden hand; I watched as it started to move under the black material that contained him.I moved my hands down eryaman escort (http://eryaman.t2bro.net/) my stomach until they reached the hem of my nightie. Pulling the material up, I slid my fingers across my slit. I hadn?t realized I didn?t put on panties when I changed. My fingers met with wetness. I pushed my forefinger through my lips, making me moan. Still sliding my finger back and forth across my clit, I swiftly reached up with my other hand to pinch my nipple. I watched as he pulled his now rock-hard cock out of his pants. He spit on his palm and matched my speed as he rubbed himself looking at me. I maintained the same motions but my mind was racing. I wasn't sure how to go further while standing up. I thought about getting on the bed but if I displayed myself there, I wouldn?t be able to see him and that was most of my fun.*My eyes darted to the wingback chair in the corner of the room and I had an idea. Holding up my index finger in the universal signal for 'one moment please,' I quickly fetched the chair and positioned it facing the window. I sat, angling myself so one foot was propped on the arm of the chair, the other on the floor, and looked back to see if I still had my neighbor?s attention. He was in the same position, surveying me with a look of amusement.I maneuvered my hand down to my exposed slit; his eyes followed the movement. To start, I lightly tickled my little button; his hand moved up and down his long rod slowly. Using two outer fingers, I spread my swollen lips then used my middle finger to rub up and down my center. Up and down, over and over, my breathing picked up. I shifted my hips in shallow thrusts in time with the motion. My back arched, pushing my still exposed tits in the air. I let two fingers slip into my hot, wet opening. A low guttural moan escaped my mouth.His eyes were glued to my disappearing fingers and I was mesmerized by how he pulled on his bare length. I slipped a third finger inside me and fucked them back and forth at an increasing tempo. My neighbor matched my speed, jerking his dick faster than he had the whole night. I needed to see him cum. There is no other way to explain it. I wanted to inspire his long, skinny, hard cock to lose control. I wanted to orgasm for him. I moved my drenched fingers to my throbbing clit. I pressed hard and rubbed my fingers back and forth desperately. A heavy warm feeling began to gather low in my belly. My fingers moved faster. I looked up and watched his speed increase with me. Watching him staring at me did it. I came hard. Moisture flooded from me; I could feel it dripping between my butt cheeks.*