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In the last installment of this series, I introduced a couple that moved into the vacant apartment, located below and across from my apartment bedroom. They had been living across from me for a month. On some occasional Saturday nights, I’d peep in to their bedroom, using some hunting binoculars in the dark privacy of my bedroom.When I went to pay the next month’s rent inside the manager’s office, I asked the complex manager about the couple. She told me that they had recently been transferred here from Rome, Italy. He was assisting with a project that involved trade logistics and his wife was a computer program supervisor that dealt with medical. “I wonder why they chose to live in an apartment,” I said, not quite asking. “I’m sure they earn a lot to afford a house.” The manager smiled and said that she had the same thoughts.That Friday, I had my usual night out with friends. When I got back to my apartment, I checked the window, and the curtains were opened. I reached down by my chair, which I now kept by the window, and picked up my binoculars.I almanbahis must have missed the show, as the woman rolled out of their bed and went to the bathroom. I noticed that she was wearing her nightshirt. Her husband reached over for his funny shorts and went into the restroom, also.A few minutes later, the couple returned to bed and turned out the lights. “Oh, well,” I muttered and got into my bed.The next morning, I went out to my car to go catch up on some chores and shopping that I needed. The couple were walking toward their car and I noticed the husband was dragging a travel case and carrying a large suit bag. He was wearing a light suit and she was dressed nicely, as well. I figured they were flying out someplace and thought that my weekend sex shows were over for a while.That night, I stayed in to watch some football, as there was a couple of interesting games on, and I wasn’t in the mood for company. Besides, I was going to visit family the next day.Around ten, I got tired of the games and was nodding off in my recliner. I got up to go almanbahis yeni giriş to bed and I noticed the bedroom light was on, in that couple’s apartment. Taking my binoculars, I watched and soon the woman appeared, with a towel wrapped around her. She let it drop as she stood in front of her dresser. I gasped when she bent over to pick up her panties that she dropped while fetching them from a drawer.Her ass looked inviting, to say the least. Next, she reached into another drawer and took out a nightshirt. She turned toward the window as she shook out the shirt’s folds, allowing me a full-frontal view, before she donned the nightshirt. I’d like to think that she did it for my benefit. But that was all of the show I got that night, and I didn’t complain.The next few nights, I noticed the woman was alone and a few times I’d see her dress for bed or chatting on the telephone. I assumed that she was talking to her husband, wherever he was.Then, Friday night, I came in from work, unhappy that I had to work over a few hours. I sat at my table, almanbahis giriş eating some take-out Chinese and sulking that my Friday night was messed up. I had a few beers with my dinner and resigned to shower and watch whatever came on Friday television.I found a movie and watched it until past ten, then got up to go to bed. As usual, I checked the neighbor’s window and saw the room was dark.As I was about to turn in, their bedroom light switched on. Grabbing my binoculars, I sat in my chair as the woman entered her bedroom. She entered the bathroom and a few minutes later, walked out and into the front of her apartment.Well, I got up and went to my bathroom, grabbed a towel and lubricant to prepare for a possible show. I sat in the chair and waited for the woman to return.I guess I had been sitting by the window for about ten minutes or so when the woman appeared. And she had company and he wasn’t her husband.Her friend was a well-dressed man, over six foot tall, medium-toned black man. His shirt was halfway unbuttoned, exposing a muscular chest. I thought that he could be a former athlete.She led him into the room, holding his hand. As they reached her bedside, she kissed him as they sat on side of the bed. The kissing continued as they rolled over, with her on top of him.

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