First of all, let me introduce myself. I am Mable. I have lived on our street for a long time and I like to keep a close eye on things. My husband, Walter, wrongly accuses me of being too nosy. I am curious, not nosy, and there is a difference. I do admit, sometimes I get a little tingly in my lady parts when I watch my neighbors. And underneath my proper floral dress with coordinating cardigan, I like to rub my swollen little hot button.
I remember when I first spied Elizabeth out my window. She stepped out of their Chevelle convertible, leading with her slender, toned legs. A right tight little rear end followed, topped off by a perky bosom. I wrinkled up my nose as I inspected her flowing blonde hair styled in the newest hairstyle - the flipped bob. Another missy who thinks she is Jackie Kennedy. My brown hair is styled in the traditional, always appropriate, bouffant. And I immediately could tell she wasn’t a real blonde!
Later, as I watched Edward, her husband, spread her legs on the couch, I saw her dark pubic hair. That was all the proof I needed. I know, I know – the carpet doesn’t always naturally match the drapes. But this time there was a mismatch because she was a bottle blonde. Mable caught you, Elizabeth! Natural blonde my foot.
Now, Edward is a dark-haired, tall, well-proportioned man – you know, broad shoulders, strong jawline. And I would find out later he has a little temper and she has a knack for getting herself into trouble. My eyes had to do a double-take through the windowpane the first time I witnessed him bending her over his knee on the sofa.
I don’t know what she did, and I sure wish I knew, but she got quite the spanking. And on her bare bottom too. And I had a very nice release of fluids from my lady parts while watching. He led her by the hand to the couch and sat down and pulled her briskly over his lap. She fought him a little, which excited me, while he still managed to lift her skirt up. And she wore no stockings or underwear! She put on airs of being prim and proper, but I was figuring out Elizabeth's naughty secrets.
Then, he raised his big hand and smacked her bottom good. The rosier her white bottom became, the more I dribbled between my legs. She squirmed and I could see her face turning red and that excited me all the more. She was a prissy little thing and probably needed a good spanking. I ended up leaking so much, my juices were running down my legs. So, I had to trot home to change.
Elizabeth and Edward strolled up and down the streets most nights after dinner, hand in hand, acting all prim and proper, wanting everyone to think they are decent. All the neighbors talked about the nice couple - Edward and Elizabeth. Hmmph! I knew there was more going on than folks knew. You two don't fool Mable!
Well, I kept a close eye on them, and sure enough, I have some inappropriate behavior to report. I watched them make whoopee many times - in almost every room of the house. Sometimes I had to circle the whole house to find which room they were doing their nasty things in. One time, it was the kitchen table – where they eat! She was in a tight yellow dress when he snuck up behind her.
Before I knew it, he had her dress hoisted up over her bottom, panties down (she actually had them on this time), and she was bent forward over the kitchen table. Again, this is the same table they would later eat dinner on, mind you. And you will never believe what happened next! There was some kind of pie on the table, and Edward dug his fingers in that pie and then smeared it between her legs on her lady parts! I saw it with my own two eyes and was so flabbergasted, I almost fell over in the bushes!
I didn't blink for a long time as I was afraid I would miss something. And he spread her bottom out and started eating the pie he had smeared between her legs. Perverts, they are! Perverts! And she liked it too. I saw her face scrunch up and while I couldn't hear, I knew she was moaning and groaning. He gobbled up his pie for quite some time and when his face resurfaced, he had some remnants of meringue hanging from his nose.
After he had 'finished his pie', Edward freed his johnson from his britches. I couldn't look away when he first stuck his fat willy inside her lady parts, and then my lady parts started to tingle. I couldn't help it as I had never witnessed such behavior. My eyes quickly darted back and forth between their faces. Her mouth hung opened as he pushed his willy in and out her love box. I shook my head watching as she was still bent over the kitchen table where they eat dinner!
When they made whoopee, Edward always smiled a very satisfied smile - kind of like a cat’s first bite of his caught mouse. And I pushed my delicate fingers inside my own love box and rushed to catch up with Elizabeth. I liked it when I released my fluids before her. It’s kind of a little competition I got going with her – which she doesn’t know about. I tingled a lot this time and released shortly before they had finished their dirty lovemaking.
After I regained my composure, I ran home as fast as my little legs will carry me yelling, "Waaalteeeer!"
He was out front and winced when I called his name. I don't know why, but he always did that when I called his name. Hmmph.
"What is it, Mable?" he said, frowning.
"Walter! The new neighbors aren't who you think they are. There is something really kinky going on inside their home. They are trying hard to make us all think they are decent folk, but they aren't."
"Now, you listen here, Mable. Those are nice people and I won't have you carrying on with such nonsense. I am warning you - stop it right now! Don't you spy on them!"
