She wished she hadn't spied, but it was too late to stop. She felt she had to see everything Frank did, so she could report it to Joan. Or should she just open the gate and walk over there and put a stop to this hanky-panky?

She thought about it and decided that Frank and Shelly would probably just tell her to take a hike. She'd stay where she was, gathering information to report to Joan.

Shelly's huge silky-skinned tits seemed to be swelling as Frank molded them. Her long eyelashes were at half mast, and she was smiling seductively. Vicky wasn't surprised when Frank started getting a hard-on.

Still she thought, bastard.

The fly of his shorts was obscenely tented. Shelly noticed, too, but she just grinned. After all, that was what she'd been aiming for. She had her neighbor's husband so hot for her that he couldn't control himself.

"You're getting me awfully excited, Shelly," Frank reported hoarsely.

"Mmmmm, honey, you're getting me excited, too," she purred.

Vicky was really pissed off. Her best friend's husband was about to fall into bed with the neighborhood seductress. But at the same time, Vicky had to admit she was getting turned on by the scene. She wasn't proud of it, but her pussy was on fire.

No wonder. It was two weeks since she'd gotten laid. She had so much lust stored up, she was getting turned on just from watching other people make out. She was definitely going to have to have a talk with Don.

Meanwhile wild horses couldn't have dragged her away from that knothole. She was angry, but she was fascinated. She'd never spied on anybody before, and she'd never watched others getting it on. She just couldn't resist peeping.

"Frank," Shelly gurgled, "we'd be more comfortable on the grass, don't you think?"

"Uh, sure, whatever you say," Frank croaked.

They slid out of their chairs and onto the soft freshly mowed lawn. Shelly snaked her arms around Frank's neck and kissed him. Vicky could tell she was shoving her tongue in his mouth. She expected to see steam come out of his ears.