Lydia Franks

L ydia Franks

Lydia 25, had spent all her formative years growing up in Guildford, now a married women she shared a comfortable flat with her husband.

Peter worked shifts at the local hospital as a porter whilst Lydia had a number of part-time jobs, including shop assistant and cleaner. By no means flush with money, their lives were comfortable due to their hard work. They lived and loved together, contented with their world with a total respect and trust of one and other.

July 25 th . 1967.

Friday night is my night. I look forward to it with great excitement every week now. Not only is it the end of my working week and a time for me to relax, it is also the evening of my weekly special treat. I spend hours at work thinking of those indulgent moments, fantasising about all the endless possibilities. I return home from another long tiring day at the supermarket and yet as I enter my flat I am energized again with the excitement waiting for me. First, the mundane chores though. Prepare my husband’s sandwiches for his night shift, run him his bath. He will be awake any moment to get ready for his late evenings work. I rush to clear these jobs as quickly as possible giving myself time to prepare and focus on my neighbour and his wishes.

It is a secret between the two of us, it is not about anyone else, it doesn’t harm them and it liberates both of us from the daily expectations of life. We have never spoken, but I like him, I feel there is a real and strong connection between us as we both serve each others purposes and needs perfectly. His window is less than fifteen feet away from my living room, with only a narrow road between, separating our second floor flats. Close enough yet safely distant. We have only met with glances and stares. A relationship ingrained with sexual tension and yet no physical contact.

It was about six months ago that we started our unusual affair. The first time I noticed him was a casual glance out of the window one Friday, whilst tidying the room, a smile and a friendly wave. An introduction nonetheless. I remember the first time his eyes pried deeper into my life when after soaking in the bath I walked into the room and noticed his gaze through the corner of my eye as I wandered around, head wrapped in a towel with a dressing gown on. I found this disconcerting at first, but the more I pottered around covered and yet completely naked underneath the more excited I became at this viewing of my life. Weeks passed and I found myself becoming more daring, thrilling myself and hopefully him. How far could we push this light entertainment? Accidentally walking in to the living room with my bra and knickers on, he would never know the deep breathes that I took before entering the room. I wanted him to be excited and full of lust for me. He would never know how much I fantasised about him. I would masturbate in my bedroom, with him sitting there only yards away. Thinking of his cock pulsing with the sight of me. I saw no harm in our visual affair. I did not want to see him in the flesh or see his body, my mind was full of delightful thoughts which satisfied me enough.

As the weeks rolled by I kept upping the stakes teasing him with expectations. It was only ever Friday night. The night I had come to love more than ever now. I know that he has a wife as I have seen her behind the window occasionally, like me, tidying and cleaning, not aware of her husbands infidelity or my part in it, but I thought how sweet, that my body is in his mind as he fucks his wife with a passion she hasn’t felt for a long time. And it was the same for my husband that all of a sudden my fatigue had disappeared and my libido had returned with a vengeance.

He has seen me naked as the dare continued. Walking brazenly into the room in full view of him, stripping slowly and sensually teasing my horny body. I so much wanted him to spurt his cum into his trousers watching my display – perhaps he did, perhaps his wife was taken over the kitchen sink later. He saw me lay onto the floor out of sight of his prying eyes. I wondered as I laid there with a cola bottle stretching my pussy, how good was his imagination? I like to close my eyes and bring myself to orgasm thinking about him and us and the sex we could share.

Tonight was going to be different I had planned a different viewing pleasure for him. My cunt was aching with excitement for our next shared episode. While my husband showered, I slipped into my new lingerie, as I pulled them on feeling the fresh tightness of them I imagined my husbands disappointment if he knew that it wasn’t all for him. He was sitting there as I pulled the curtains closed. It had the feeling of a film show as he now waited patiently for the next showing. Not completely pulled, just enough for him to see and enough for me to see him. My husband dressed himself for work and entered the room finding me lying on the sofa. Lingerie, and my hot body ready for the performance.

His protestations did not last long as I slipped off the sofa onto my knees pulling him into the viewing gallery of the chink of light squinting through the curtains. This was not unusual for him anymore as my female lust had grown more and more in the past few months. He was already firm as I pulled his trousers down his proud erection waiting for me. The thrill of knowing my husbands unwitting participation in this intimate threesome. I lent forward licking and sucking his balls, my eyes closed satisfying my neighbours cock. Gripping his shaft and gently wanking him off as my thoughts were not with my husband but the third party. I hoped he was enjoying, I wanted him to be touching himself, not being able to resist what he was seeing. This thrilled me more as my mouth opened and I took my husbands glowing end into my mouth, sucking and stroking with a lustful abandonment.

A blow job that was crafted in passion and fantasy. It had to be the best and most erotic for my viewer, I wouldn’t let him down. The corner of my eye captured the stare of my friend. Which forced me deeper as my husband’s loud groans of delight filled the room. It wasn’t my husband’s shaft I was teasing but his. I love the feeling of cock in my mouth, I have always done so but with this intimate moment being watched propelled my mind into further heights of animal sex. My husband pulls my head deeper into his loins as I back off – this is my time and I won’t be forced, sensing my refusal his hands loosen on my head. I’m comfortably enjoying being this close, tasting his body and enjoying my mouths work on him. I raise myself up to his typical sigh of male disappointment. I place my hands on the window sill and encourage my husband to enter me from behind. I focus on my partner across the road. The curtains giving just enough view for us, with my husband oblivious to our invited guest. I know his cock must be hard now, I can sense it as my husband buries himself into me. I curve my back taking him inside me as my husband undoes my bra releasing me to my audience. My tits sway as I pinch the end of my nipples tightly. “Fuck my pussy, Fill me with your cum.” I scream at my husband, encouraging his thrusts. I’m sure he may have heard me. I’m loving every second as my body tingles with excitement. Swirling my hips for my husband to penetrate me. My neighbour’s cock hardening with every pump of his body. Oh, how I wish I could see the end of his cock shining with his seeping juice.

My husband starts to draw his sharp breaths as he reaches his point. I push him from me and with one eye on his cock and one across the street. Peter stands in the light, masturbating, finishing his pleasure as I wait holding my breasts firmly to catch his hot spurts. I open my mouth and close my eyes wanting both of my men to cum now. I dream of my neighbours cum splashing onto my face. The first shot of spunk drips from my mouth onto my tits, wave after wave of his delicious juice spatters my face and body as I massage his cum into me. It’s heavenly for me and a thrill to see a man so excited that he has to release himself over me. His final drops splash onto me as I open my eyes to see his hand becoming slower on his spunk covered member. My husband kneels and kisses me with an unusual passion. I don’t want him to go but he does – “Just stay a little longer?” He cannot and I understand. Leaving me still pent up with my own lust not fully achieved.

The door shuts and I stand dripping with my mans stickiness. In full view, wishing it was my neighbour’s fingers in me. His eyes are almost visibly bulging as I tease my clit, stroking myself to complete satisfaction, letting him see the most intimate of acts as my body trembles, my juices drip as my slender fingers grace the opening of my body. I cannot hold out any longer as I fight the force within me as it charges from my head contracting and relaxing my pussy as it reaches down to my feet. So intense that my head spins, my heart beats and my body trembles with the mini orgasms that ripple my body. I lean further forward, smiling and pull the curtains shut. Laying on the sofa with fatigue and yet more thoughts floating through my head, I so look forward to my Fridays.



For over a year Lydia’s Fridays were always special. The intimacy shared with her neighbour and the unusual affair ended only when her voyeuristic friend moved away, having never once met or a word ever having been spoken.