My career required I live in a city that was far enough from my hometown, I had to fly commercially to return home to see my parents.

Two weeks after I returned to my home from my previous trip, I received a promotion to assistant project manager.

Of course, the bump in pay was good, and the responsibility increased. But, along with those things, came better opportunities, such as transferring to other cities.

One day, about three weeks later, I saw there was an opening in a city within an hour’s drive from my hometown.

So, I applied for the opening and got it a week later.

I called my parents to let them know I will be moving next month. They were happy to have me nearby. And naturally, I was too.

I did not say anything to Charli, Bailey, or Eric about my return. I figured I would surprise them and let them know after I found a place to live and settled in.

I had been renting an apartment, so I did not have to sell anything when it came time to move.

The moving process caused me to fly one weekend to my new city to find a suitable place to live.

I rented a car, and after two days of searching, I decided on a nicely kept condominium in a four-level building in a complex that consisted of four separate buildings near my office.

I liked the idea of being on the top floor, and it came with a small balcony outside the living room, accessible with a sliding glass door.

Each floor had two or three apartments with two or three bedrooms, and a hallway that ran along the front or street side of the building.

My floor had three apartments, and I had the end one with two bedrooms.

An elevator was located at the far end of the floor from my apartment, and the fire escape stairs were at my end.

A large rectangular swimming pool and patio separated the buildings on the ground level, and I could look down and see people who may be hanging out.

I had neighbors on one side, a married couple about ten years older than I. The last apartment on my neighbor’s other side was empty.

Moving and settling in took over a week. I paid a few high school-aged guys who were looking for work. They helped me with my furniture and my packing boxes.

As I was moving in, I met my neighbors.

They were an attractive couple without kids, and I figured they were roughly ten or fifteen years older than me.

She had shoulder-length, blonde and light brunette highlighted hair, and an average body. He was about my height and appeared to work out in a gym somewhere.

During one of our chats, they told me they worked during the day and traveled on various weekends or during the summer.

They were friendly, and we’d chat now and then if we met in the elevator or hall. Just the usual banter and nothing serious.

In the evenings, after dinner and before I’d shower or go to sleep, I would turn the lights off in my apartment, then sit outside on the balcony and do online classes, listen to music, or watch videos on my laptop.

Charli or Bailey continued to call, about once or twice a week, even after I moved. But I didn't tell them about my new address.

I slipped into town and visited my parents the weekend after I returned.

One night, during my second week after I moved, Bailey called, and we chatted about the usual things. I asked her if she and Charli had been hanging out.

Bailey said they met over lunch a few times. She said Charli recently asked her if she would like to work with her at the company’s office.

Bailey said she told Charlie she became bored and was considering getting back into the workforce. That's when Charli asked her about working.

I told Bailey she should take the job and help with Eric and the finances. Bailey agreed and told me she would call Charli the next day.

As we chatted, I went out on my balcony.

I didn’t bring my laptop as I usually do, and soon Bailey told me goodnight.

I don’t pay attention to what goes on around me, as I’m usually occupied by whatever I’d be doing on my laptop.

As I sat, I was thinking about when I’d let Charli and Bailey know where I am living.

It was then I noticed a light coming on in one of the apartments, in the building across from me and on the same level.

I saw the illuminated room was the bedroom, so I watched to see what was going on.

We all know where this is going.

An attractive brunette woman entered and began to undress.

She appeared to be close to my age, mid-thirties.

She kicked off her shoes, unbuttoned her dark patterned blouse, followed by removing her black slacks and her black bra.

 She allowed her clothes to fall on the floor where she stood and left them there. Dressed only in black panties, she went into the bathroom.

I didn’t get a good glimpse of her breasts, so I decided I would hang out and see what would happen next.

Boy, did it!

Soon, a well-dressed guy came into the room and joined the woman in the bathroom.

He had a light beard, light brown hair and reminded me of someone in a beer advertisement on television, the professional urban type.

Maybe ten minutes passed, and the naked couple exited the bathroom.

He lay on his back on the bed, and after kissing some, she straddled on his waist.

It didn’t take long before she was riding his cock.

I don’t know if they cared if anyone was watching or forgot about having the curtains closed. But from where I sat in my building, I’m sure everyone living on the fourth floor of their individual buildings would have a good view of the show.

As the woman her breasts in her hands, she rode the guy for a few minutes, then rolled over to her knees and he mounted her from behind.

He was doing her doggie style as she lay on her chest, her ass up and receiving all he had.

He was hitting her hard from behind, and her facial expressions showed she clearly enjoyed the roughness.

She leaned her head back at one point and he grabbed her by her hair and pulled her head back some more.

As I watched, the guy slapped her ass.

If the window had been open, I’m sure each slap would have been heard from where I watched. He was smacking her ass that hard and pulling a handful of her hair at the same time.

I had to laugh after he slapped her ass several times. It caused me to mutter out loud, “Spank that ass, buddy!”

It was then that I heard my neighbors laugh.

Embarrassed, I asked out loud, “You’re watching, too?

I heard the woman laugh, “Yes, this goes on at least once a month. You haven’t noticed it before now?”

I stood up from my chair, leaned over the railing and saw my neighbors leaning on their balcony rail. They were holding drinks and watching the show.

“No, I usually sit outside, but I’m preoccupied with one thing or another.” I laughed.

The husband spoke up, “She has a variety. It includes three different but regular partners. Such as this guy. During the next week or two, a black guy will come, and sometimes another woman will come around.”

“Damn, are you serious?” I asked. "And she leaves the curtains open?"

“Yes, all of the time. We watch each time she has company,” he replied.

“Nobody complains?” I asked.

“Not that we know of,” the woman answered laughingly.

We could see the woman’s reddened ass from the spanking as her man moved from behind her.

She rolled onto her back and propped a pillow under her head.

The guy moved up and straddled her chest with his hard cock near her face.

I couldn’t tell what his size was, but she placed her hands on his abdomen and began to suck on it until she could take everything he had down her throat.

After she took him deep a few times, he moved his hips closer to her face, grabbed the bed’s headboard with both hands, and began to face fuck her.

I heard smacking from the next balcony and saw my neighbors making out.

I turned to watch the couple across the way, as the man began to stiffen his back.

From his facial expression, he had to be feeding the woman the load he had in store for her.

When he rolled off the woman and lay flat on his back, she sat up, wiped her mouth, and left the bed for the bathroom. Her hair was mussed, and her face appeared as if she had been crying.

I looked over and didn’t see my neighbors. I figured they made their way inside to their own sexual escapades.

I called it a night and lay in bed wondering what I had been missing since I’d been living here.