Working from my office at home I could see most of next doors garden and being such nice weather Anita often lay out sunning herself on her swing seat. This day was no different until I spotted that she was not alone. It wasn't Anita's husband as I knew him, and he had gone off to work as usual. I watched as the man sat on a plastic garden chair, with his legs between Anita's legs, as she sat instead of laying as she normally did. Then I saw his hands on her knees. It was now I realized that this wasn't a relative as his hands slowly went up her legs and under her summer dress. I had been out the day before so my camera was close to hand and I grabbed it quickly, and after the short wait for it to wind up, that felt like ages, I took several photos as his hand disappeared under her dress. I very quietly opened the window so that I could hear them. Anita was groaning. Clearly the man was hitting the right spots. After a few minutes he slipped from the chair to the patio where his hands raised Anita's dress and his head went under it. Anita's groans had turned to loud moans. Again the stranger seemed to be getting it right. Anita's hands were on his head and in his hair as she moaned. I had taken several more shots. I tried zooming in, but it didn't help. All I could see was part of his head and the dress over the rest of it. Then that changed as he pulled away and pulled her panties down as she raised her arse to aid his efforts. He lifted her skirt and I caught it on the camera. The full view of her naked pussy, just before his head obscured the view again. He snacked on her pussy for what seemed like ages. I'll admit I was as jealous as hell and had the boner to show for it. Then I had another quick flash of her pussy as he pulled away. Blast I missed that shot. Never mind the man took two on the cushions and placed them on the patio to raise himself a bit and undid his trousers. Either he was bloody quick or he wasn't wearing pants as his cock was in view and I did get that photo and several more as he moved forward, lifted Anita's dress, and slowly pushed his cock into her pussy. His hands were holding her legs up and over his shoulders. Once he was fully embedded, the man used the action of the swing seat to pull and push the seat to slide Anita on and off his cock. She was moaning very loudly now. She was lucky as all the nearest neighbors with the exception of me would be at work so she must have thought she had privacy as she moaned her appreciation of the mans efforts. I could see and photographed that Anita was gripping the side arms tightly as she was swung back and forth on the cock. The look on her face told me that she was in the throws of orgasm as she scrunched her face and gave a final loud moan before going limp. Glad I caught that on the camera. Then the man came in her as he continued to rock her up to the moment of ejaculation when he pulled her in tight until he had finished coming in her pussy. He sat back onto his own feet and I got two more snaps of the cum trickling from her used pussy. It was now she laid back a bit and opened her eyes. I was now that I realized that she was looking directly at me in my open window. She quickly covered herself up and ran indoors. The man looked confused as he was sat there on his own feet with his cock still dangling out of his trousers. He stood, tucked his cock away and zipped up. Then he followed Anita indoors. I didn't see Anita for the rest of the day. It was just gone ten o'clock the next day when the door bell rung. On opening the door I saw Anita stood there. "Can we talk?" she asked. I told her yes and invited her in and led her to the lounge. I stood as she sat in one of the chairs. She cleared her throat with a sort of cough and then blurted out, "What are you going to do with the photos," she asked. I asked why and what did she want me to do with them. She said that she would like me to wipe them. I asked why and she replied that she didn't want anyone and especially her husband to see them. I told her that I wanted to keep them for my own pleasure and had no intention of showing them to anyone else. She seemed a bit relieved but still asked me again to wipe them. I told her I would think about it. Then she stood and advanced towards the front door. As I closed the door behind her, the mixture of standing so close to her sexy body, her scent and the memory of what I had seen the day before had my cock rock hard. I had to go for a wank to relieve the pressure. The next day, around mid day, the door bell went again. It was Anita again and she brushed past me into my lounge. I shut the door and followed her. "Wipe the photos," she demanded as we stood a few feet apart. I again told her that I wished to enjoy them. "I'll give you something to enjoy," she insisted and dropped to her knees. She was ripping at my trousers to get them undone. I just stood almost in shock. Anita soon had my cock out and stuffed it straight into her mouth. My cock was growing at record speed as she sucked me. I couldn't take a lot of this and was soon ready to blow. Anita must have felt this as she seemed to double down on her efforts and sucked my cock deeper as I came in her mouth and throat. She didn't miss a drop and I watched as she swirled it around her mouth before swallowing it all down her throat. She stood and we again stood a few feet apart with my cock now dangling outside my trousers. " Will you wipe them now," she demanded. I again told her that I wanted them for my own enjoyment. Anita barged past me and out the front door slamming it as she went. The next morning she was back again. This time she was less demanding and more a worried plea as she asked me to wipe them. I went to tell her again and she suddenly pulled the dress she was wearing over her head. She now stood in front of me naked except for some strapy shoes. "Do what you will," she told me as she lay back on my sofa. I thought that this was not unlike the position that she had been in the photos. I told her that she didn't need to do that and besides what would her husband or boyfriend think about that. Anita burst into tears. Between the sobs I made out that the boyfriend dumped her as he was worried if her husband ever found out he would fuck him up. That almost made my laugh. Anita's husband was a proverbial weed. Then she sobbed that Trevor her husband hadn't touched her in almost a year. I sat down on the sofa next to her and comforted her as she sobbed. She went on to sob that it was only her second time with the boyfriend. I know it was early in the day, but I went and poured us some brandies and sat with her again. Anita drank hers down far too quickly and stated to cough. I patted her on the back. I must admit, my cock obviously enjoyed that, as I watched her tits wobble my cock started to grow. She had managed to stop coughing and I handed her the dress and suggested that she should dress. As she slipped the dress back on she was again asking about the photos. I told her that I had enjoyed looking at them and had no intentions of showing anyone them especially her husband. She asked what had I done with them and I confessed that I had masturbated while looking at them. Then I added that it was much better looking at her for real and not through the lens. She sat thinking for a few moments and then pulled the dress back off again. Now my cock was rock hard as I looked at her sexy firm body. She move in and kissed me. I responded by kissing her back and cupping a pendulous breast. Tthen she broke the kiss and said, "Go get your camera." I was back in a flash and she stood and made several poses as I clicked away. I moved to catch her in as many poses and positions as I could. I especially loved when she was bent over looking backwards between her legs. After a while she ran out of poses and my cock needed some attention. Anita helped me get my trousers undone and off. Then she was back on the sofa, but with her legs over the two arms. Her pussy was gaping open as I slowly slipped my cock into her hot pussy and we fucked for just a few minutes before I came in her. Shortly after that she had her dress back on and left shutting, not slamming my front door. She was back the next day and the next for about a fortnight. We had moved our love making to my bedroom and as we lay there after another great sexual session she lay talking to me. "I found out why he hasn't touched me," she told me. I asked why. Anita told me that he had a lover. All I could answer was Oh. Then she said it was worse than that. I couldn't think what could be worse. Then Anita took a big breath and then informed me that his lover was another man. I didn't know if I should laugh ,cry or what to say or do. Another Oh left my mouth. "So we can do what we want," Anita told me gleefully. It turned out that Anita's husband didn't want a divorce as he didn't want friends and relatives to know he was gay. So they agreed that she would stay with him so long as she could see and do what she wanted. That all happened five years ago. Anita's husband kept her and payed for her life style and I got the benefit of her body. During lock down was hard, knowing she was next door and I couldn't get to her. Then I was in her bubble and we resumed our relationship, but at the moment in lock down again I can some times see her around, but not get to her. I suppose it is as bad for her husband. Next time we can meet properly I want her to move in with me. I don't even mind loaning her to him as a surrogate wife when he needs one, but I want her for myself. I miss her so much I have ordered and received a wedding ring and will ask her to marry me when she can divorce him.