His heart beat was slowing, but -- still clutching her body close to his -- he could feel that his wife's was still pounding rapidly. "That was good for you, I guess?"

Eleanor laughed, playfully slapping his bare buttocks with the long fingers of one hand. "My god, Peter. That was ... wow ... unbelievable."

'Ellie' was sitting in his lap, her ankles crossed behind his back. Her arms clutched his torso tightly, refusing to let them separate until ever bit of the euphoria rocking her subsided.

Pete was in no hurry to end this either. He sat on the edge of the deck, the pool's water up to just above his ankles. His hands grasped her buttocks tightly, holding their groins together. They loved this position, Ellie in his lap, rocking back and forth to drive his cock hard against her clit. She didn't remember a time when this had not caused her to cum, and -- in contrast to the fate of many couples -- the sex, particularly like this, had only gotten better over the years.

A scuffling sound caught Pete's attention and, using his wife's long hair to hide his eyes, he searched the upper edge of the yard's cinder block wall for the 'Peeping Tom'. He found the voyeur peeking over the wall, between two thick Holly trees. He could see nothing more than dark hair and glasses, as he'd seen the last two times he realized he and Ellie were drawing an audience with the outdoor sex.

He pressed his lips close to his wife's ear. "Don't react. Don't move, don't look, don't speak."

She knew exactly to what he was leading. "Is he there again?"

"Yes," he whispered, peeking through her locks to get a better look. "But I don't think it's a 'he'. I still think it's a 'she'."

"Women don't peep," she responded chuckling. "That's a guy thing."

"Think so?"

"Of course I do," she said, kissing his neck as she rocked her hips back and forth in an attempt to postpone a cramp that would ultimately force them to separate. "But if you want to know for certain..."

Pete pulled his face back and looked into his wife's eyes. "Are you sure you want to confront out 'Peeping Tomoko'?"

"Tomoko...?" she laughed. "What the hell is a Tomoko?"

Pete smiled. "It's the only girl name I know that sounds like Tom ... as in Peeping Tom."

"You're silly," she said, pulling back her hips and causing his cock -- finally becoming flaccid -- to pop from her with a wet, comical sound. "I say we find out who it is ... and what his or her interest is."

Pete studied his wife for a moment, then said, "Fine. How?"

Ellie lowered out of her husband's lap into the pool. She whispered, "Go for some beers in the kitchen ... and make sure 'he' knows. Then--"

"The side door," he finished her thought, smiling. As Ellie casually swam on her back toward the other side of the pool, Pete stood tall upon the deck's edge, his still semi-hard cock hanging out for the voyeur to appreciate. He stretched his arms out wide, then loudly announced, "I'm gonna grab some beers."

"Okay!" Ellie called, inconspicuously directing herself toward the corner steps that left the pool and met the sidewalk that led to the corner gate. "Don't hurry, honey. I'm just going to float about for a while."

Less than twenty seconds later, the Peeping Tom -- still at the wall, hoping to see more -- heard movement to her right.

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