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First Published: 27 May 2021

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Perverted Valley - Introduction
by Fred Nutron
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Story Code: No sex, introduction

I managed to retire at fifty five years of age because of my wife's premature death. I blamed her death on the fact that we lived in a major city so after her life insurance paid out a seven figure sum because she was murdered and the compensation from her employer for allowing her to be placed in danger. I managed to relocate from my city high-rise to a Victorian red brick on a seven acre woodland lot. My new property was at the head of an unspoiled valley, all of the other properties around me were similar in size and also kept their ancient woodland and higher up the valley was the State Forest running up into the foothills of the mountain range. From my living room window I had a wonderful vista of majestic trees leading to snow-capped mountains beyond...I could see why the previous owners of the house hadn't placed drapes or blinds at their windows, no one would ever want to block out those wonderful views, day or night.

I soon got to know a few of my neighbours, there was a friendly jealousy because my lot was twenty percent larger than anyone else's in the area, my new house had been built by the town's founder and looked far more impressive than any of the other houses in the area. Most of the properties had young families with children, at a guess, I was probably the oldest person in a ten mile radius.

Our nearest large town was seated firmly in the nineteen fifties, the town's planners had managed to keep big business off of their streets, all of the commerce was in the form of small 'Mom and Pop' operations that believed in personal service.

I really felt like I was like I was living at the back of beyond, the town had a four lane spur from the closest interstate but between my lot and the town, there was just a steep two lane paved road that petered out a little past the edge of my property into more of a dirt track.

Having retired early, I'd taken up a few new hobbies, Photography was one and Astronomy another. Because I was surrounded by nature for the first time in my life, I discovered a love of the sounds of nature and often filmed animals at a distance with a parabolic microphone to capture their sights as well as their sounds. One evening while I was trying to capture the nocturnal activities of our local owl population, I stumbled off of my own lot and onto one of my neighbours...because our lots were so large and the cost of fencing them in was prohibitive, even for me with my newly found wealth, no one bothered with them and no one bothered if people stumbled onto our land while in pursuit of their innocent hobbies and activities.

I was running like a fool, camera in one hand, microphone in the other, my ears covered with headphones, waving the microphone from side to side, trying to keep the gentle sounds of the owl's wings lined up with my camera set to infra-red night vision.

I lost the track of the owl and started casting in all directions to reacquire the fluttering of the owl's wings when I caught heavy breathing instead. I was twenty feet from the back wall of one of my neighbours homes and they were having sex. I looked at my camera's screen, I wasn't filming their bedroom activities but their back yard activities, they were totally naked out moon bathing while they lay side by side...a rather unusual position, I thought...from the sounds that his wife was making, the husband must have a much longer cock than my own!

I suddenly found that I had accidentally stumbled on a totally new hobby and in very short order, I discovered that very few locals had any blinds or drapes at any of their windows and on any given Friday or Saturday night, most of my neighbours seemed to engage in athletic sex...indoors or out!

I started to build up an extensive collection of sexual photographs and video films with full sound. I'd kept to nocturnal filming because I didn't want to be spotted on someone's back lawn with more spy equipment than the CIA...until one day that is, I saw my first Sheriff's car since I'd lived in the area, it cruised past my house and stopped at the next property, I could see that the wife's car was on the drive but her husband was out. I was in the middle of reviewing the previous weekend's activity so all of my equipment was in my back bedroom with me, I pointed the parabolic microphone at the Sheriff.

"Hi, your husband was caught speeding on his way into work again this morning..."

"How much will the fine be this time?"

"I'll need an hour's community service this time, no holds barred community service...you should push your husband out of the house a little earlier tomorrow if you don't want the fine to double!"

I heard the wife giggle and the sheriff entered her house, unfastening his gun belt as he went!

I'd named the area 'Happy Valley' when I first moved into it but with all of the evidence of sex and promiscuity going on almost nightly, I'd changed it to 'Perverted Valley'.

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