After Simone returned from her seminar in Florida, she suggested I take some online college courses in addition to the online training I did for my company.

“Since you’re studying things like supervision and other human resource materials, you should learn accounting and take some business courses,” Simone said one evening.

She looked around the internet for a few days and eventually found some courses from a small online university and signed me up.

Then when the weekend came, Simone and I bought a pair of computer desks and chairs for our studies.

As the weeks went by, I had to buckle down to make sure I could handle the workload between my job and the online university courses.

During that time, Simone’s father told us we shouldn’t rent anymore, and he would put down payment on a house. So, one day we set off to search for a house.

One weekend, I had to work on a project that was close to completion. Simone and one of her friends went out and found a nice house in a neighborhood that I thought was a bit upscale for our income.

That afternoon, when I got home, Simone told me to hurry up and get cleaned.
“We have an appointment with a real estate agent,” she said before I could get relaxed.

The house had four bedrooms, a large den, and a large yard with rose gardens in the back, that grew beside the wooden fences that lined the property.

The kitchen had marble top counters and an island that reminded me of Simone’s parents’ kitchen.   

“Simone, do we need four bedrooms?” I asked.

“Sure, one’s for guests, another can be like an office for us, where we can put the two desks for our computers. As for the other one, we can use for anything we want,” she replied.

I could see Simone was set on this house, so we signed a purchase agreement.

It took a bit over a month to get the finances in place and for the family to move out. They asked for a bit of time, so their kids could be out of school for the summer.

So, the time came to move. My parents assisted us with moving and bought us a nice refrigerator along with a matching washer and dryer for a housewarming gift.

While we were moving our things in, I noticed a girl on a bicycle checking us out.

I figured she was around eighteen years of age and a little nosy busybody, according to my first impression.

She had brown hair that didn’t touch her shoulders, almost like a tomboy, with small breasts under her white shirt.

She didn’t say anything as she pretended not to observe us, however she continued riding her bicycle past us as we unpacked.

I saw Simone wave at her once, but the girl sped off.

Once we were settled in, Simone decided we needed a few things before her parents came to visit a week or two later.

The next weekend, Simone bought some nice, framed pictures, vases with artificial flowers and plants, then bought some various tables to set around the den and kitchen.

Once everything was accomplished, and we settled in, Simone’s parents came to visit.

We didn’t have a spare bed yet, so they stayed at one of the upscale hotels nearby.

They loved the house and Simone’s father liked the yard.

As he and I chatted outside about various things, Simone and her mother left us and went out shopping.

During the time Simone and I were married, I enjoyed chatting with her dad.

On this day, he gave me some gardening advice and lawn care, among other things.

Throughout all our chats, he never brought up his military “endeavors”. Nor did I ask.

Later that afternoon, when Simone and her mother returned, Simone surprised me by telling me they bought a new bedroom set, and our current one would serve as the guest room furniture.

I knew it was better to ask about the cost.

My parents came by the next evening, and we all went out for a nice dinner at an expensive restaurant.

A week later, the furniture Simone bought was delivered and set up while I was at work.

When I came home and saw it, I was stunned.

Well, enough of that.

As things turned out, the girl on the bicycle lived on the street behind us and one house over.

I happened to be coming home from work one evening and saw her riding her bike and turning into a driveway.

I didn’t think much about her after we had moved in, until that evening.

After dinner, I walked out into the backyard to relax and inspect the gardens. My backyard has wooden fences on both sides, as I mentioned previously, but not across the back.

As I walked around, I figured I should enclose the yard eventually. 

When I got to the back of the property, I saw the girl in her backyard.

She looked at me, then hurried inside her house.

After our wedding, our lifestyle changed somewhat because of our careers, but we managed to go out on most Saturday nights to see friends or hang out someplace alone.

And naturally, our sex life was reduced to those Saturday nights.

Our bedrooms have four long windows, two on each wall, at right angles from each other.

The master bath entrance, a walk-in closet and entrance into the bedroom are on the other two walls.

Simone managed to find some curtains for the master bedroom, the guest room, and for the other two rooms.

One mid-weeknight, as I was sitting in our little office, doing some online course and locked in a brain fart, I was staring out the window.

The curtains were always kept open, although at night, nothing could be seen outside.

It was then I saw our little Peeping Tom.

The side of a face slowly appeared from one side, then ducked back.

I couldn’t make out the face, so I pretended to look down at my notes.

A moment later, the face appeared in the window, then ducked again.

“AH!” I laughed.

I didn’t say anything to Simone about it, but I decided to pay more attention to the window, to see if my little spy came around often.

Being it was summer, and kids were out of school, I figured the spy would come around again.

And it took one more night.

As I pretended to be online, the face appeared again from the side of the window, not from the same side, like last night.

I got up from my desk and went into the bedroom, turned out the lights and checked the curtains.

Simone usually kept them closed, so I opened one set slightly and looked out into the backyard.

The spy’s dark figure was running out of the back of the yard and turned in the direction of the girl’s house.

Smiling, I had my suspect and as I was leaving the room, Simone entered and asked if something was wrong.

“No, I had to step away from my studies and clear my thoughts,” I laughed.

Simone gave me a sideways glance, then proceeded to take her evening bath before turning in.

 Each evening for the rest of the week, I would tease Simone a bit, getting her arousal levels up for the weekend. I dropped small words within our conversations or pointing out innuendo about someone on television.

Saturday night arrived and Simone was in a good mood, so the date night would have a happy ending for both of us.

Before we prepared to go out, Simone closed the curtains but left a small gap in one window.

I figured she was in a hurry to get ready; she didn’t notice it.

Since our spy made her way around each night, I figured she could get a show that night.

We went out to eat and caught up with some friends at our usual place and had several drinks, having a good time.

Around ten thirty, Simone gave me her “ready to go” look and we called it a night.

When we got home, I noticed the slight opening in the curtains remained.

Usually, Simone makes sure the curtains are shut tight.

I undressed, leaving my underwear on, then went into the bathroom as Simone was getting out of the shower.

She started to scold me about being naked, but I reached out to her, pulled her close, and we began to passionately kiss.

Simone knelt and pulled my underwear down to pay some attention to my cock.

If the spy was watching through the appropriate window, I’m sure she was enjoying the performance.

Simone took my cock in her hands, gently stroking it and kissing the tip of it.

Then she stroked my cock for another moment before we proceeded to bed, leaving the bathroom and closet lights on.

She was too aroused to notice the curtains and I thought there may have been too large of a gap in them.

As we lay on the bed, we began some passionate kissing as Simone lightly stroked my cock.

Then I made my way to her nipples and caressed her sides as I nibbled and sucked on each one. This always gets Simone aroused to another level.

Until I begin to make love to her clit and begin anal play.

It wasn’t long before Simone got another level of climaxes and let the loudest moans and squeals when I licked her clit that was almost smashing my face.

As my finger was pressed into her anus, she shuddered hard, then threw herself off me, trembling after an intense orgasm.

Sometimes, when Simone has intense orgasms, I must hold back when we’re intensely fucking.

 This night, it seemed I had to hold back as much as I could to prevent a premature orgasm, but I only lasted maybe two minutes, before I gave Simone all I had in a cream pie.

We lay on the bed for a few minutes, catching our breath, then Simone got up to go to the bathroom.

As I got up to join her, I slipped past the window that faced the backyard and peeped out through the curtains.

The little spy was running, and approaching the back portion of the yard, then disappeared around the neighbor’s fence.

I thought about telling Simone, but…