Who Is Watching Who

                                               

                                                      Who's Watching Who



Sometimes a small incident no matter how insignificant will change a person's entire life. I would

like to relate such an incident that happened to me. Five years ago my wife and I moved into a

high rise apartment on the south side of Chicago. There are also many apartments across the

street that are only twenty feet away from ours. Sometimes when you are looking out you can

see everything that is going on inside the houses.



It was a clear December evening. My wife had just gone to bed. I was just finishing some work

on my computer when I noticed a man and a women sitting on a sofa. He had an arm around her

and he was kissing her. She looked to be about twenty years old. She had a sweet face and long

black hair that flowed down over her shoulders. She was wearing a white blouse and a knee length

skirt. The man was wearing a plaid shirt and jeans. Apparently they were in his apartment

watching television, but they were really doing more smooching than anything else. Occasionally

the man would take a sip from the glass of beer on the table and then go back to kissing the

woman again. This went on for some time.



I really didn't think anything out of the ordinary would happen, especially with the curtains open

so I went back to my work. A few minutes later I just happened to glance back at them. Whew!

Things had really changed. Her breast were now completely exposed by his working hand, and

they stuck out like ripe melons. She was leaning back on the sofa while he deep kissed her.

One of his hands squeezed her breast while the other was between her thighs frigging her. He was

thrusting his tongue right down her throat.



My mouth must have been hanging opened as I watched them. I couldn't believe they would go

this far right in front of an opened window. As they continued to heat up I felt my dick getting really

hard and I had to overcome my desire to continue watching them. After all I was a married man

and I had a lot of work to finish. Even so I had to take several deep breaths to regain my composure.



After several more exhausting minutes, I had to sneak another look at them. Damn!.

Right there in front of the window he was fucking her missionary style. I could see

his ass going up and down as he rammed her relentlessly. Her arms and legs were locked

around him as she writhed beneath him. I was mesmerized by the site as I continued to watch

them. This was better than a porn flick, except that you didn't have a zoom lens and a rerun

button. I wondered how many other people were watching this show they were putting on. He

grabbed her ass and pulled her against him as he fucked her with long, deep strokes, as she

brought her legs up over his shoulders.



I could stand it no longer. I pulled out my cock and started masturbating. I couldn't believe what

was happening. Here I was behaving like a pervert while my lovely wife was asleep in bed. Another

thought occurred to me. If I could watch them, how many people could be watching me? But I

was filled with lust and was beyond caring. He was fucking her even harder now, pulling all the way

out of her, and thrusting back in to the hilt. As I jacked off, I paced myself to climax when they did.

I could tell that their climax was coming. The woman was now at the peak of her pleasure, her ass

writhing and undulating in a circular motion and up and down to meet each thrust of the man, and

trying to get him even deeper inside her. Her legs were pointed skyward, her head thrown back, and

her face distorted in an of absolute expression of ecstasy. He locked his mouth to hers in a deep

French kiss. His tongue must have been hitting her against her tonsils. He picked her up and

for a while she was pole vaulted on his cock, and then he started jacking her up and down. Damn it

was all so hot. She was right in middle of a humongous orgasm!. She bounced faster and faster,

her big breast jiggling, her hair thrashing. She finally broke the kiss and threw her head backward as

her whole body jerked and stiffened against his. It was too bad that I could not hear her moans and

yells. I could tell that she was bringing the house down.



Meanwhile I had quickened my own pace. As my climax approached I could see that the man was

reaching his. He was fucking her furiously, virtually jacking her on his cock. He carried her over to a

night table and continued fucking her like a madman. They were at such an angle to me that I could

see all of his cock as he pulled out of her and slammed back in repeatedly. His cock must have

been at least ten inches long. Nearly twice the size of mine and he was fucking her with every inch

of it. She must have had at least ten consecutive orgasm that added up to one gigantic orgasm that 

seemed to go on forever. He fucked her with such force that she had to hold on to avoid being

knocked off the table, and at one point, the table itself nearly turned over. Just looking at her was

enough to make you cum. She was leaning back and looking up  with an intense expression of pure

lust on her face, her long black hair flailing over the table, her hands tightly gripping the edge to

brace herself against his thrust, as she countered with her own, her ass bucking up and down

and in a circular motion, totally consumed in her pleasure. Their climax seemed to go on forever. I

had already reached mine. I will admit that I had never experienced such a orgasm. I had to hold on

to my desk to keep from being thrown off my feet, as i was knocked backward. I continued shooting

my seed on the floor as I watched them consummate their pleasure. Then I saw them disappear

into another room to fuck the rest of the night away.



After I had finished cleaning the mess I made on the floor, I went back to work on my computer.

took me until 2:00 AM to finish my work. When i walked into the bedroom, I noticed that my wife

was gone! It was then that i remembered  how much the woman in the apartment

looked like my lovely wife. Then I saw a note lying on the bed written by her. It Read:

"I saw you with that bitch in the apartment."

"I hope you get your eyes full tonight."

"I will have my first real orgasm from a man who knows how to pleasure me.

"Don't expect me back."

What bitch? What was she talking about? It then occurred to me how much that guy looked like

me. Maybe as much as the woman looked like my wife. Right then i must have fainted. When I

awoke, it was morning. Then it all hit me like a brick, and I found myself yelling my wife's name.