Chapter 1

My wife and I (Leslie and Jerry Coxville) live in a rather nice area, where each neighbor benefits from a very large area of ​​land on which beautiful houses are located. We chose this place to live because it allowed us to benefit from an important privacy while maintaining a neighborhood link. And in fact our neighbors were interesting people with whom we had an ongoing relationship. Well, except with one who inherited the land and had a small house built there, unfortunately opposite ours. About fifty years old, he was paunchy, bald and dirty. It really stood out in our neighborhood and we hardly talked to each other except “hello” when we passed each other. My wife even despised him and only said “hello” to him when she really had to. She told me she found him disgusting. One evening, during a neighborhood meeting, when she had kissed each of the other men present on the cheek, she held out her hand to him, which seemed to displease him greatly. It must be said that my wife was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman of the evening, with her big dark hair and her generous forms that one could hardly guess under her outfit.

One evening, while we were going out to the restaurant, on our return we found the door to our house open. When we entered our home, we realized that it had been broken into. Several jewels, a little money and above all 4 very valuable sculptures. I quickly realized the problem, we had not closed the door, and there was no break-in. Despite the fact that there had been a recent burglary in the village we live in, we did not think that burglars would have time to act in such a short time.

I knew the insurance would never reimburse if there had been any negligence on our part, and it was hellish negligence not to lock your door. So I took a crowbar, double closed the door and forced the door myself. It was the only solution found to allow us to be reimbursed. Shortly after, I contacted the cops to declare the burglary and 15 days later we were reimbursed by the insurance.

One morning, as I was about to leave for work, I saw my neighbor across the street come out and greet me. Very quickly, he asked me if I knew the penalty for an insurance scam. I thought my heart stopped! I retorted that I didn’t know what he meant, when he showed me a vivid photo of me forcing my door. I understood right away where he was going and I asked him how much for the pictures. He told me to come by his place the evening after work and that he would explain to me. And he specified:

- By the way, for your information, it is punishable by 5 years in prison and a fine of € 375,000.

Needless to say, I was having a really bad day, thinking about this blackmail all the time. I wondered how much he was going to want to return the pictures to me.

In the evening I went directly to his door and rang the bell. He took me into his house where a strong odor was spreading. Since I wanted to cut this conversation short, I immediately asked him how much he wanted. He then replied that he did not want any money. Astonished, I asked him what he wanted.

- Your wife is very beautiful, but I have the impression that she looks down on me. I have three pictures of you breaking down your door. If you want to get one, just put this in your bathroom while your wife is having her bath.

As he said these words, he took out a small pendulum from which he explained to me that the circle holding the hands was in fact a lens that was triggered by movement in the room. I was offended but he told me it was either that or the cops. After all, it was only a small exhibition of my wife, which was not entirely to displease me, even if the voyeur did not correspond to the image I had. So I accepted and went immediately to place the spy camera in our bathroom, so that it had a breathtaking view of the shower and the dressing room.

That day my wife came home later because she had a dance class. When she came back home, after kissing me, she went to the shower. I was curious to know if the tampered clock had served its purpose. After the meal, while my wife sat in front of the television, I used the pretext of a visit to a friend to slip away. I picked up the clock and went directly to the neighbor’s. He must have been watching me because the door opened without even having to ring the bell. He was in a dirty jogging suit and a white tank top that couldn’t contain his whole big belly. Really disgusting. He suddenly took the clock from me and ordered me to follow him. We arrived in a dirty and cluttered living room, porn magazines, dirty tissue paper, half-empty plates. He opened the back of the clock and took out a memory card, which he inserted into a reader directly connected to his television.

He turned it on and our bathroom appeared. I was amazed by the quality of the image, which had nothing to envy of a camcorder. The neighbor sat down in an armchair in front of the screen, leaving me standing next to it. With my eyes fixed on the still image for the moment that passed on the TV screen, I felt a strong, sour scent spread through the room. Turning to the chair I noticed that my neighbor had taken his cock out of his jogging suit and began to masturbate. His cock was relatively long (about 14 centimeters I think), but was mostly very thick with a huge mushroom head. The testicles were also very large, almost disproportionate. The head was strewn with white residue which suggested that it hadn’t seen soap often and which explained the smell. He masturbated slowly, squeezing the base of his penis hard.

Suddenly the picture on the TV came alive and my wife appeared. She was wearing her dance tights and her bodysuit. In this outfit she was already very sexy, which made my blackmailer react:

- Look at this neighbor slut how she dresses to go out. She really is a little whore who deserves to be fucked. I’m sure you’re gonna show us your boobs, your pussy and your ass, eh bitch?

As if to prove him right, my wife begins to undress, first removing the body that releases her big, 36DD, breasts. She is not wearing a bra and is facing the camera. Her areolas are brown and her nipples are very hard, probably because of the cold.

- Ah! I knew you were going to undress for me, neighbor bitch. Your round ass is beautiful, it excites you to show yourself eh? Well now take off your pantyhose, yes like that little bitch, ah but you don’t wear panties underneath, you really are a bitch.

And in fact my wife was not wearing panties, something I did not know, and had just revealed her well-drawn auburn triangle, covering her lips. Despite myself the situation turned me on and I began to develop a significant boner. I glanced at my neighbor. His masturbation had accelerated and it seems that the fact of uttering insults excited him even more, his cock having further increased in size. The turgid head was really impressive.

My wife walked over to the shower and started to wet her body, then soap up.

I felt the voyeur’s breathing accelerate:

- Oh yes beautiful bitch, go ahead caress yourself in front of me, rub your hairy pussy well, you will see how I will cum.

And he let out a bestial groan while spilling trails of semen. He ejaculated in large quantities, the jets coming crashing into his fingers, his pants and falling on his penis. I didn’t think it was possible to be able to produce so much sperm. He put his pants back on without wiping, letting his seminal fluid run into his pants.

- Your bitch made me cum, you deserved to get a photo, he said with a big smile.

- You got what you wanted, so give me back all the pictures

- I promised you a photo for this “service”, you will only have one.

And with these words he gave me one of the photos he had shown me in the morning and said:

- Okay now get out, I will contact you so that you can recover one more photo. And then go change your pants...

As he kicked me out, I glanced at my pants and found that I had soiled them unwittingly without even touching myself. I was red with shame when I came home and changed. I wonder what he will ask me for the second photo...

A week later, when I was about to leave for my job again, my neighbor came up to me and asked me if I wanted to get a second photo or if I preferred that he sent it to the cops. I asked him what he wanted. He told me to invite him the same evening for an aperitif and then follow his instructions. Having no choice, I accepted.

During the day I called my wife to tell her that in the evening we would have our neighbor as a guest so that we could discuss a land problem. She looked surprised, retorting if it couldn’t wait for the next neighborhood meeting. I told her it was urgent, but that it shouldn’t take very long. Very reluctantly she nodded but told me that she shouldn’t be expected to be nice with “that fat pig”.