Cynthia, Female, 33

	- Wife of Ray

	- 5'7, 140lbs, tanned beige skin, long blonde hair

Ray, Male, 35

	- Husband of Cynthia

	- 5'10, 175lbs, freckled tanned beige skin, short chestnut-brown hair

Lanying, Female, 20

	- Neighbor of Cynthia and Ray, college student

	- 5'2, 110lbs, almond-cream skin, black hair cut straight at neck

Lanying's panties were soaked beneath her dress. She'd been so scared of what might happen when the couple next door had asked her over. The young woman knew that the invitation had not been for a casual visit. The explicit show which was clearly put on for her the night before was beyond anything she'd seen in her life, even though she'd spent many years peeking through windows and listening outside rooms of people masturbating or having sex.

- - -

Born in a small area outside of Qidong, China, Lanying had lived the first eighteen years of her life in her parent's home. She learned English in a college prep school though she still felt uncomfortable trying to communicate with native speakers. Her parents had ensured she gained admission to her mother's alma matter in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, and for the last two semesters, Lanying had attended Thomas Jefferson University, studying molecular pharmacology.

When she was little, Lanying had been a studious observer of people. She loved to sit and watch couples walking by, holding hands and laughing together. She found herself drawn to people kissing or even touching each other lightly in public. By the time she was ten or eleven, just after puberty set in, her moments spent watching people had begun to turn sexual. Lanying masturbated once or twice a week, and usually, her fantasies in those moments were of small, intimate touches between men and women who she'd seen that day. Even the most innocent things turned her on. A woman uncrossing and crossing her legs to lean closer to a man seated next her, or the way a woman's head rolled back, her hair swaying behind her, as she laughed. It didn't take much for Lanying's imagination to turn those simple images into something full of romance and arousal.

She didn't really know much about sex until she was thirteen when the girl had, by chance, seen a man and woman having sex through a bedroom window in her neighborhood. Lanying had been fascinated watching the man pump himself against his partner, then strain and grow still, falling away, the woman soon curling herself against him, just a hint of the dark hair between her legs visible from where Lanying stood in awe.

That moment did two things: It encouraged her to fantasize about explicit sex, less often simply conjuring up images of people doing relatively innocent things but instead taking the next step to thinking about those same people in a bedroom setting, making love or touching each other's genitals. The other thing it did was cause Lanying to seek out opportunities to watch people having sex. She started peeking through windows in the evenings, sometimes seeing erotic moments, sometimes only hearing the sounds of those inside. Both scenarios were arousing to Lanying, and by the time she went to America for school, she was addicted to seeking out those voyeuristic thrills.

She'd had little success the first semester, mostly overwhelmed by all the new cultural challenges and her heavy coursework. But she moved out of campus housing just before the beginning of the spring semester, her parents preferring for her to live off campus so that she could learn some individual responsibilities. It had taken a couple of weeks to get used to the new living arrangements, but she was able to adjust quickly and feel comfortable living in the rented room in the home of a Chinese doctor and her husband.

Lanying realized one evening early on that the house just beside her room had a bedroom with large sliding glass doors facing the small porch attached to Lanying's room, and further along the home, there were good-sized windows looking into the kitchen and living room, often with curtains drawn back and revealing the interior.

The woman living there was beautiful. Lanying had only recently been exposed to the variety of skin tones and body shapes and hair colors found in Philadelphia. Her own hometown was almost exclusively those of Chinese descent. Lanying found the blonde woman next door to be exotic and arousing to watch.

She met them not long after moving in, exchanging names and backgrounds, and over the following months, they briefly talked three or four times. The woman was Cynthia, the man was called Ray.

When she had free time, Lanying would often position herself to watch the woman in the kitchen or living room. Even when doing nothing more than washing her hands or straightening items on a coffee table, Lanying found herself turned on to peek in. The term voyeur didn't really enter her vocabulary until mid-semester, but the young woman found it thrilling to watch Cynthia when the woman wasn't aware she was there. She had many fantasies about the blonde that made her blush to think about.

And the man, too, was very attractive, his tanned Caucasian skin so warm and wonderful to see. Ray liked to sit in the living room and watch sports or read news on his tablet, sometimes wearing only boxers, his lightly-hairy chest easily visible from where Lanying watched and became aroused. He, too, was the object of Lanying's fantasies, and frequently, the couple featured prominently while she played with herself.

Lanying had little free time at first, but when she did, she either watched one or the other of the neighbors through a window, being careful to stay concealed on the porch, or, if necessary, within the low bushes which came up to just cover the lower parts of the kitchen and living room windows.

Sometimes, when the moment felt right, Lanying followed Cynthia when she jogged. Lanying was in decent shape herself and often ran for exercise. She would hang back a long ways so that the woman wouldn't see her, but with earbuds in and her focus on the jog, Cynthia never even looked back.

During those jogs, the woman often stopped in a small park a mile or so from her house to stretch and drink water from the fountain, sometimes strolling around the pond covered in lily pads and, occasionally, a handful of white or brown birds. Lanying usually snuck into the trees and watched her blonde neighbor silently, sometimes taking pictures of her to use while masturbating after she got home.

Lanying was addicted to watching. She felt compelled to see Cynthia without being seen, to be a voyeur of the blonde's life without the woman becoming aware. Lanying never missed when the neighbor bent over to stretch, Cynthia's' tight black pants straining as her butt rounded and spread. The young student grew wet at such sights and sometimes, if the situation was perfect, she played with herself as she watched.

One night she'd been out on her porch sipping hot tea when she heard a woman's moans next door. The pleasant noises were muffled and barely registered in her ears at first, but it didn't take long for Lanying to understand what she was hearing and begin masturbating to the wonderful sounds that night. From that point on, if she was home, Lanying sat on the porch, hoping the couple would have sex while she listened.

It became obvious quickly that the couple made love regularly in the evenings, several nights a week, and Lanying ensured she was outside during that hour or so when it seemed to happen most often. She was rewarded frequently with Cynthia's muffled moans, but that was the extent of it until just after the end of the spring semester when she started hearing Ray's grunts and his dirty talk. Lanying got off hard the first time she heard him tell the woman, "Swallow my cum!"

Before long, there started to be movement just behind the curtains drawn closed across the sliding glass doors. Fuzzy shapes were all she could see, but Lanying loved seeing the obvious rutting playing out in shadows, the sounds of their lovemaking in her ears.

To a young woman who had spent years seeking out voyeuristic opportunities, the neighbors next door seemed like a perfect opportunity to indulge in her secret desires and, perhaps, find new ways to enjoy her passion.

In the week before the couple had invited her for tea, it was obvious they were leaving their sliding door open, the sounds of their sexual play easily heard, clear voices and grunts and moans of pleasure. Lanying's pussy demanded attention throughout those moments, and she had multiple orgasms each time she got to listen. She wondered if the couple could possibly know they had a listener who heard everything happening in their bedroom, but Lanying thought there was little chance she'd been discovered. Only a happy accident had led to such thrilling sounds hitting her ears.

- - -

The previous night had topped everything she'd ever seen or heard. As she regularly did, Lanying had hidden herself on her porch, the lights inside her room off. She settled down in a comfortable chair and waited. The large sliding door to the room was open a couple of feet, as it had been the last few times, and Lanying knew she'd get amazing access to the couple's lovemaking that night.

The lights came on brightly inside the neighbor's bedroom. Usually, the light was modest, at best, casting a few shadows but still dim when filtered through the curtains. But it seemed to Lanying that every light in the bedroom must have been on. She hoped there was a chance the silhouettes she sometimes got to see moving together might be sharper and more arousing this night.

The curtains drew back and Lanying's breath caught in her throat. The blonde neighbor looked out the glass briefly, wearing only a thin nightgown, her tanned legs lit nicely by the light inside the room. Cynthia turned towards Ray, the man wearing a towel around his waist, the dark hairs on his chest still glistening from his shower. Lanying pushed a hand into her sweatpants and began to slowly play with her hairy pussy.

Kissing, the couple began touching each other while Lanying stroked her little erect clit. The towel fell from Ray's waist, but Lanying couldn't see his naked genitals with Cynthia's body in the way. Ray grabbed his wife's butt and squeezed it, the woman's round backside easily discernible through the nightgown. Lanying watched Ray drag the gown up and off Cynthia's body, and the young student got her first full view of the blonde's well-toned ass.

The man spread his wife's buttocks and Lanying wished the lighting was better. She knew Cynthia's private flesh was exposed for her eyes, but only a dark shadow was visible in its place.

They turned to the side and Ray's cock came into view. Lanying had seen men's penises during her years as a voyeur, and only one or two were longer than Ray's. It had weight to it she'd rarely seen, heavily bobbing just in front of where Cynthia was pushed onto her knees. "Suck me," the man told his wife. Lanying purred as she watched and listened and slid a finger into her pussy.

The blonde's lips parted and she sucked in her husband's cock, soon pushing down so that the whole length was inside her mouth. Lanying had never seen a woman take so much without gagging or choking. The man nearly shouted, "Deep throat that big dick... Show her you can do it..."

Lanying didn't connect the her in that statement, too caught up watching the amazing blow job to think about Ray's words.

"Mmm," the man groaned, "good little cocksucker..."

Lanying loved hearing dirty talk. In China, it had been very rare to hear such things, the coupling often quietly undertaken and light on conversations during the act. But Ray seemed to enjoy vocalizing his enjoyment, and it was clear to Lanying that Cynthia loved being told such things.

Saliva drooled from Cynthia's mouth as she sucked her husband's long cock. It shimmered in the light, dropping down onto the carpet below.

In a smooth motion, Ray snatched his wife upright and spun her to face the glass. Cynthia's hands caught her as she leaned forward, her legs spread below, her ass pushed back and out of sight of Lanying's watching eyes.

Lanying swore Cynthia looked right at her then. It made the young student freeze and stop moving. The risk of getting caught was part of the thrill, at least it had been over the last couple of years. It made Lanying nervous while watching, but that just aroused her even more. Secretly, she hoped to get caught, and some of her fantasizes went that way, but of course, everything worked out fine in those imagined scenarios.

Ray dropped down and Cynthia's eyes closed as her husband performed oral sex on her. Lanying began to move again, reaching her free hand to the table to grab the camera waiting there. She hadn't dared take pictures of either of them through the windows into the living room or kitchen, too afraid to get caught, and the view of the shadows playing out on the curtains blocking the scenes in the bedroom had been too dim and formless to bother.

But here was a perfect opportunity to finally do something she'd secretly wanted to do for years: Take photos of someone having sex without them knowing.

Lanying heard Cynthia moaning with pleasure, those moans turning strained when Ray began to smack her ass harder and harder, the slaps echoing into Lanying's ears.

"You like that, don't you," she heard the man growl, "you love it when I spank you. You love someone watching you get spanked."

Again, Lanying was far too wrapped up to breakdown the meaning of those words, the look on Cynthia's face, pleasure combined with discomfort, had drawn her in and made her focus there while sliding a finger around her clit.

"I love it," Cynthia cried, "Uhng... Aaahhhuuhhh..."

Her husband slapped her ass harder, his head disappearing behind the woman's body. Lanying watched in awe as Cynthia began to climax, the blonde's mouth opening, her hips spreading and her knees giving ground. Cynthia's eyes stared out in Lanying's direction, but the young student felt confident in her hiding spot and continued to masturbate, starting to get closer and closer to an orgasm of her own.

Ray stood up and put a hand on Cynthia's butt, his other hidden but certainly holding his erect penis. Lanying watched Cynthia's expression change to pure pleasure as her husband slid himself into her vagina. "Ohhhhhhh..."

"Mmm," the man moaned, "such a nice pussy..."

Lanying tingled with excitement, her urgency surging. She hesitated with the camera, not yet working up the courage to actually take the picture as she began to quickly penetrate herself with a single finger, all-too-aware that her hymen, just a thin, crescent-shaped membrane which stretched along the sides and bottom near the entrance to her vagina, was still in place. Despite her years of fingering herself, she'd never completely torn it free. As a virgin in all senses of that word not involving voyeurism, Lanying had longed for the day when she'd finally take a man inside her like she'd seen so many other women do in the last few years.

Like she was watching Cynthia do right that moment.

"So tight and wet," Ray told his wife, "and you love taking my cock inside..."

Whatever else the man growled was lost to Lanying as the young student's pussy clenched and her thighs strained, her orgasm rushing in. She didn't make a sound as she came, her mouth open in a voiceless cry, her toes curling inside her slippers. Her fingers were soaked and slippery as she twitched in orgasm while watching her neighbors have sex right in front of her eyes.

"Oh, God!" Cynthia cried out, jerking her body back against Ray. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" the blonde called out loudly, "Fuck me hard!"

Lanying pulled the camera up, her arm shaking, her breathing quick, her body flushed and sweaty, pleasure filling her senses. Through the viewfinder, Lanying centered the shot as Ray began to hammer his wife with determination.

She clicked the button and to her horror, the flash went off.

Lanying nearly dropped the camera, horrified that she'd forgotten to check the flash setting, terrified that she'd just given herself away.

Cynthia's eyes seemed to notice, her body stiff a few seconds, the woman staring right into Lanying's eyes, so it felt to the young woman. The student remained perfectly still, unmoving even as her arm tried to give way under the weight of the camera, her heart racing with a strange mix of fear and, if she was honest with herself, excitement that she might just have been caught.

If Cynthia and Ray noticed the flash and knew she was there, they didn't slow down. Lanying could hear them breathing heavily, both moaning, the sound of Ray's thighs smacking his wife's flesh a steady rhythm in Lanying's ears.

After what felt like long minutes, the young woman finally sat the camera down and simply watched the incredible scene in front of her, the warm scent of her own pussy rising up from under her sweatpants. Lanying kept her fingers still but knew she'd soon be moving them again when Ray started spanking Cynthia hard while he fucked her. Cynthia's voice rose higher, "Nnnnuuuhhhh!... Nnnnnnuuuhhh!... Oh... Fuuuuuuuck! Uhhhhhhhnnnnn..."

"Cum on my cock," she heard Ray shout, "cream my dick!"

They slammed together and Lanying's fingers moved again, rapidly sliding around her clit, the fucking couple turning her on more than anything she'd ever watched.

Cynthia said something not audible, then Ray chuckled and replied, "Not yet. My nut's not going in your pussy tonight..."

Lanying had never, as far as she was aware, seen what was about to happen next. Her mind went right to a blow job scene, assuming Ray meant he wanted to cum in between his wife's lips. Lanying had seen that a few times and always loved to watch a man shoot his load into a woman's mouth. But that was not what Ray had in mind.

The couple turned to the side, their profiles showing better than before, more light reflecting off the glass and onto their tanned white skin. Lanying saw Ray take something from the table near the bed and then set it on the floor before kneeling behind his wife. He pushed his face into her crotch, Lanying dipping her finger back inside her slippery labia. The young student was drooling thin juices into her sweats.

Ray began to finger Cynthia, though Lanying couldn't see where nor did she think his hand was anywhere other than her pussy. He stood after a moment, slathering lube onto his long cock, then he pushed it against his wife and she cried out, "Whooaahhhh... Uhnnnnnn... Ooooohhh..."

Lanying thought the woman looked to be in pain. Why does it hurt suddenly? Lanying thought, pausing with her finger deep inside her own vagina.

The expression on Cynthia's face changed over to one of pleasure after Ray thrust in and out a few times, holding on to the woman's waist. He bellowed, "You love that cock in your ass, don't you..."

"I love it... Uhnnn..."

Her ass? Lanying knew enough about sex to know sometimes women let men put it in their asses, but it had never much turned her on. Her own butthole was very tight from the spare few times she'd tried putting a finger inside, and the sensation hadn't been pleasant enough to continue long.

But watching Cynthia taking Ray's big dick inside her ass made Lanying shiver with excitement, the unusual, thrilling act something she'd not thought could look so arousing. Cynthia clearly loved it.

Ray growled, "Where is my cock?"

"Deep in my ass!" Cynthia cried.

"Deep in your ass," the man replied, "and you know what else will soon be in your ass?"

"What?" came the woman's response, breathy and strained.

"My cum..."

"Give it to me," she pleaded loudly.

Lanying's finger plunged, her shallow vagina contracting, the rough spot above her finger tingling with excitement, the hard nub under her palm straining to be rubbed.

"Tell me what you want..." Ray shouted.

"I want your cum!" Cynthia pleaded again, "Uhnnn... Uhnnn..."

"Where?" the man demanded. "Where do you want my cum?"

"In my ass!" the blonde's voice rising higher. "I want you to cum in my ass!"

Lanying's clit pounded under her hand, her finger steadily rubbing the underside of her vaginal canal, her mouth gaping, brown nipples hard beneath her t-shirt.

Ray became urgent in his grunts and thrusts, "Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uhhhh-uh-uh-uh-uhhh..."

Lanying's hips rose up against her hand, soon rising and falling as she edged her way into release.

Ray tipped his wife up and then squatted slightly, suddenly fucking her from slightly below and behind at once. Cynthia slammed down hard several times and Lanying came just as Ray bellowed his own climax, "I'm coming... in... your... assss!... Uh-uh-uhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Uh... Uh... Uh-uh-uh..."

Lanying's eyes closed briefly as her orgasm rushed in. Her thighs squeezed around her hand, trapping it against her pussy, waves of blissful relaxation washing through her body. Her eyes flickered open just as Cynthia was pushed close to the glass, the woman bending away from the young woman. Cynthia spread her buttocks and Lanying watched the hottest image which had ever burned into her memory.

Cum leaked from the blonde's butthole, a slight, dark gaping ring drooling Ray's semen down Cynthia's thighs, the woman's cunt shaved and smooth and glistening with wetness.

Cynthia collapsed and Lanying instinctively snapped her hand from her crotch and grew concerned.

But then Ray laughed, all-but-shouting, "I suppose if anyone was outside, they sure got one helluva show!"

Lanying's body hummed with a mix of surprise and fear and the euphoric effects of her recent orgasm. They do know I was watching!

Even caught, even worrying about what they might do to her, Lanying couldn't stop watching the couple in their bedroom kissing and touching each other more gently. Only when they pulled the curtains and the lights went out next door did she weakly slide back into her room and shut herself inside.

- - -

The conversation with her neighbors had gone nothing like Lanying feared. Not only were they not mad, they liked that she was watching. They encouraged her. They invited her to watch them from within their bedroom. As scared as she had been going into the noon tea, Lanying was equally as excited to sit quietly on the edge of her bed, anxious excitement driving her legs to rock and her skin to tingle.

In all her time spent watching people, she'd never been caught, as far as she knew, before the night Ray and Cynthia gave her a show. It had always been part of the thrill, the risk, but Lanying found that with the couple knowing about her voyeurism, there was a new thrill at the acceptance and encouragement and the new, intimate opportunity which had been presented.

Her pussy had been wet all afternoon. Mostly, she just sat on her bed, smiling, wondering if it would be different being inside the room with the people she was watching. Would she see something different? Surely the details she would see would go beyond anything she'd ever witnessed. Would the sounds be more arousing? Would scents reach her nose?

Lanying didn't know exactly how things might go. Would she just sit there while they had sex? Sometimes taking pictures? Would they expect her to do anything else? Would they think poorly of her if she masturbated while she watched? Her personal inexperience with sex made her anxious, but the arousal she felt for the new experience to come that night drowned out her concerns. Cynthia and Ray had been eager to have her join them, and that alone made her feel very comfortable despite any lingering anxiety. All her life, it seemed, had led her to that moment.

She'd showered earlier in the day and didn't see the need to do so again. She peed for the third time since coming back from tea, her nerves making her bladder feel more urgent. After wiping, she pulled up her dark-blue cotton panties and looked at herself in the mirror.

Lanying never much thought she was all that pretty. Maybe that was because no boys, or girls, had really shown much interest in her. Her black hair was starting to grow longer, finally, the traditional short cut of her mother's family allowed to grow out in America. Lanying was short, though not unusually so for her home city, her frame slender but rounded in nice places. The dress hid most of those curves, but the way it was tight around her waist made a nice profile.

She picked a different shirt, choosing instead a tight black tank top which Lanying had always thought looked rather good on her small frame. It was too short to fully cover her abdomen, and she briefly considered putting on a longer shirt. But she smiled at herself in the mirror, her flat, somewhat-toned stomach looked good with four or so inches naked between the shirt and dress. Her belly-button was small and inset, a tight brown shadow in the middle of her flesh.

Lanying brushed her hair out, letting it hang down to her neck. She couldn't wait until it was long enough for a real ponytail. She shook herself a moment, buzzing with excitement, then checked her phone. It was almost eight-o-clock.

She grabbed her camera at the last moment, nearly forgetting it in her eagerness to go next door. Lanying wondered what sorts of amazing sights she'd capture from inside that bedroom. She'd creamed herself several times that day just from the arousing anticipation, and as she stepped out the door to go the short distance to the neighboring house, Lanying adjusted her panties to pull the sticky crotch just slightly higher.

The young Chinese student stood on the top step and waited. She liked being punctual, neither early nor late. When her phone showed eight, she rang the bell, drooling excitement into her panties, and awaited the opening of the door into what she was sure was to be an amazing night.