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The neighbor behind us likes exposing himself to my wife. He does this every morning. He waits until he sees the light come on in our bedroom each morning, when my wife gets up, then he stsnds in front of his window facing us, bare ass naked, and lubes himself down with lotion, lower appendages mostly. If you think this at all an appealing image, imagine Trump's Attorney General Bill Barr naked, and now that you've throw up in your mouth a little, well you have the idea of it. He's been doing this every morning for more than a year. The first thing my wife says each morning is "He's there and he's bare." We've actually grown accustomed to it all and have nicknamed the neighbor "ND" short for Naked Dave.

Anyway, one Saturday morning I had an idea on how to reciprocate NDs morning display with a futile gesture of our own, and after thinking it through, I explained the specifics to my wife of a "Californication" type performance for Naked Dave. I told her, "we should attire ourselves provocatively, wear our masks, stand in front of the bedroom windows, slowly undress each other, make out, see where it goes from there! A show for Naked Dave to put the old putz on his heels." My crazy idea presented I was surprised by my wife's quick approval. Suddenly it all became very real and doable.

So I reminded my wife several times throughout the day, half in jest, that "we had a big show in the evening". She'd laugh and say, "Ok!" And I'd think, "we're really doing this!"

We had a great bbq dinner that night, drank wine, talked about, as we often do, old lovers. Beyond our adjoining back wall I could hear Dave in his jacuzzi, probably listening to our every word, and I thought: "if he only knew tonight's scheduled events". Sometime later I asked my wife, "should we get ready for the show?" She said ok and went upstairs to take a bath. Before she got in the tub I handed her a small bag saying, "When you get out this is your costume for tonight." In the bag was a red satin thong, matching bra and red and black masquerade mask. I showered as she bathed, then put some flicker candles on a the sill by each of the 4 bedroom windows facing east, the view portals for NDs show. I put on some erotic mood music, a "Private Passion Playlist" of ours. Everything seemed in place as I turned off the bedroom lights. My wife now appeared in the hall appropriately attired except she'd added a red and black check shirt as a sort of coverup. I'd tell you my ensemble but doubt it is of much interest to anyone. Ok, I was in a black muscle T, black shorts, and a blue open fly speedo brief. I know, pretty chip-n-dalesish...see I shouldn't have told you. No, I'm not gay...not that there's anything wrong with that. Now where was I?

A few words regarding our mindset as we began the vouyer's titillation: I doubt we had much expectation this would become an erotic experience for us. In the planning and setup it felt mostly like a play rehearsal. I figured we might fake it all the way through. We weren't even sure ND would be there for the viewing although he seemed to be exposing himself in our windows more all the time, frequently now on weekend evenings too. So I thought the odds were fair, assuming he was conducting his usual surveillance, and even if he wasn't the thought that someone else might end up watching was exciting. Perhaps the two story house just north of Naked Dave's?

Anyway, when we finally stepped in front of the main windows we noticed immediately the light was on in the room below across the way and we could clearly see Naked Dave, mostly unclothed. I grabbed my wife, pulled her to me. The show was on!

We started kissing. Almost immediayely the light went out in the bedroom across the way. I was sure we had our audience. And then, amazingly, it all got very exciting.

In our rush to perform we completely forgot about wearing the masks, an omission I regretted afterwards. Not sure it had any great impact on the show, still a missed costume detail. (Wife's mask did come in handy later in the encounter.)

So, we were kissing. I removed the red checked flannel shirt. She was down to the bra and thong. It was exciting, slowly exposing my wife in front of the window, knowing someone was watching, even if only our fucktard neighbor.

Then slow kissing, studying her face, tracing my fingers down the material edge of her panties a soft touch and light tease, one hand caressing that beautiful round butt, pulling her closer, intoxicated by this now mysterious woman before me.

We pretty much forgot about our observer, the show script out the window (no pun intended). I kneeled in front of her, traced her panty line with my tongue. She pulled me back to my feet, kneeled and took her time. Damn!

I suppose we cut quite the image in front of that window, she on her knees, my hands on her head, well, you get the picture. (Hope the kids don't come home)

Eventually we moved to the bed. I put her face down over the edge and started a light bump and grind as I kissed the back of her neck and breathed her in. The rest of the clothes were fumbled off. I vaguely remember removing the cross on a chain from around my neck that was dangling in her face and tossing it aside. Then a long slow tease, building slowly, stopping, coming back from the brink, starting again, stopping..repeating. Finally she said she was going to finish with or without me.

Well, after the delayed gratification I had issues finishing myself, firing of that last stage of the rocket, as it were. Fortunately I remembered the masks! I grabbed hers from the lampshade by the bed, put it over her face, looked deep into those seductive green eyes, and was done about 20 seconds later.

Afterwards, we laughed and laughed and laughed....

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