I told my boss I was feeling sick that Friday and went home early. I wasn’t really sick. Maybe it was one of those psychic things pushing me toward a long delayed decision. Or, more likely, I was just being my lazy self, getting a jump on the weekend. One thing for sure, a lot of things changed that day.
When I turned into my driveway I just about slammed into the pool service guy’s truck. It was parked in back of my wife’s car. Tammy always parks half way into the carport – drives me crazy. I pulled out and found a spot at the curb a little ways down our street.
I was walking back to my house when I happened to look over at the fence that runs from my house over toward the one next door. There was Larry, my neighbor, standing on a wooden box, looking over the top of the fence. There was no question I had to find out what he was doing. I walked up the yard. We have an olive tree pretty close to the fence. He was partly hidden by the lower branches. I didn’t want to scare the guy, even if he was peeping into my backyard.
I coughed when I got within about ten feet. He turned quickly. He recognized me and just about fell off his box. I had to ask, “What you doing there, Larry?”
He glanced back at the fence, then back at me. “Well, I’m kind of waiting to watch your wife get fucked by the pool guy.”
“That right?” was the only thing I could think of to say. Larry got down off his box and stepped over closer to where I stood. A sudden thought came to mind. “Ah, Larry, why don’t you watch her from your house?”
He looked down at the ground and nudged a small rock with his toe. “Well, I did, I mean I used to. But the fence between your yard and mine is ten feet tall. A couple of weeks ago I was up on a step ladder. I almost fell off. Over here is a lot safer, view’s better too.”
“So, this is pretty much a weekly thing?”
“Ah, no. two weeks ago was the first time, far as I know.”
I pointed briefly to the fence, “They get started yet?”
He seemed relieved to change the subject. “She was in the pool when the pool guy got here. She didn’t have her bathing suit top on. She got out of the pool and went in the house. I heard her ask him if he wanted something to drink.”
His voice trailed off and he looked down at his feet. My mind was filled with a dozen thoughts at the same time. On one hand, I was standing there having a ridiculous conversation with my neighbor. On the other hand, my wife was about to put the old horns of the cuckhold on my head, and not for the first time, maybe not even for the tenth time. Up until that day I always heard about her little escapades after the fact.
Many times, our foreplay pillow talk consisted of Tammy retelling a story about one of her walks on the wild side. It always worked for me. Hearing about her screwing some well hung stud, well, it made me want her so bad. We had talked about me hiding and watching. I had always begged off. That situation was about to change. All I had to do was stay and watch.
I noticed Larry was looking worried. He asked, “You aren’t going to go in there and do something crazy, are you?”
“You mean like get my shotgun out of the closet and blow both of them away, that kind of crazy?”
“You’re not, are you?”
I shook my head and took a deep breath. “No, I’m not going to do anything like that. I was just wondering if there’s room enough for both of us up on your box there. Sounds like Tammy puts on a pretty good show.”
Larry looked relieved. He smiled and raised his hand. He gave me a little punch on the shoulder and said, “Sure, there’s plenty of room. We’re a lot closer to the action over here. Last time they did it on the lounge chair at this end of the pool.”