Hiking up the mountain, I took the old trail. The one that few people used since the newer one had opened. The new one was marked with signs. Signs to show distance, and signs to let you know where you were and if anyone important had ever stood there before you.

That freshly graveled trail was often cluttered with out-of-towners and lazy locals. The old road was quiet and a bit overgrown, but it went past similar terrain. There were scenic overlooks, ruins of old houses and majestic newer homes that sat atop the mountain like decorations on a cake.

I stopped in front of a structure that was only occupied occasionally. It was often used as a short-term rental. The small sign at the base of the driveway was a glaring tipoff that it wasn’t a permanent residence. The plaque read: “Welcome. Stay Awhile.” The greeting was followed by a URL for a site advertising its rates.

On that day, a red SUV with Kentucky plates was parked in front of the tall white house. From the Bluegrass State to here was a pretty long hike.

A lovely woman exited the vehicle, displaying blonde hair and long, long legs. Right behind her was a tall man with broad shoulders, black hair and a pleasant smile. He walked by her carrying an overnight bag and palmed her ass with his free hand. She gave a squawk that was all show. She clearly wasn’t upset, and he laughed loudly. Then he dropped the bag, grabbed her around the waist and hauled her close. He planted a kiss on her full lips and shoved his hands under her short dress as he pulled her up against his bulky body.

I openly gawked at them. A cluster of dogwoods shielded me, or at least I felt fairly certain they did.

The man dipped his partner as if they were dancing, and she kicked her leg up high. Her dress rode up, and I saw a flash of her red panties — and his hand on her ass cheek. They hurried into the house, and I crept closer. It was probably a bad idea, but I was nosy.

I kept to the tree line as I got to about 20 feet from the front of the house. I saw movement inside, and then they came into view in the living room.

“No curtains,” I muttered to the trees around me. “I don’t fucking get it.”

It seemed to be a hallmark of the ritzy houses in the area. No curtains. No blinds. Big open-plan houses with huge glass windows and absolutely no privacy.

Bad for secrecy. But good for nosy people like me.

He whisked her dress over her head, and I spied her naked breasts. No bra. I didn’t fault her for her choice. Her tits were small, pert and perfect with large pink areolas that he instantly went for, sucking and licking. Her head fell back on what looked like a moan. As I took in the sight, I felt my pulse quicken and my pussy grow wet. I’d never before been a voyeur, but I was one now.

His hand dove between her thighs, and from the motion of his arm, I assumed he was plunging his fingers inside her cunt. He stayed that way — sucking her tit and working her pussy — until she pushed him back.

She took off her red panties and grabbed him by the belt, hauling him forward.

He kissed her again, his hands holding her heart-shaped ass. Then he spun her so fast her hair flew around her face. She laughed delightedly. Next, he planted her hands on the window, and I stared, mesmerized. Stepping to the side, he opened his belt, dropped his pants and hauled out his cock. Stroking his dick, he moved in closer, kicked her legs apart and slid his erection into her. She moved forward, pressing her breasts and her pink gumdrop nipples against the glass.

I couldn’t help myself. My body was one big nerve ending. The erotic scenario had caught me off-guard. Leaning against a nearby tree trunk, I shoved my hand into my leggings and swirled a fingertip against my clit. My pussy was wet from watching them. Horny didn’t seem to cover the desperate need to come that I felt.

The man’s hands were on the blonde’s hips, and every thrust of his pelvis lifted her up. I imagined that below the window’s ledge she was balancing herself on her tiptoes. He wrapped one arm around her chest and another around her waist and pumped his hips faster and harder.

There she was, bound in the cage of his arms, as he fucked her from behind. Her hair partially covered her lovely face. She had one cheek pressed to the glass, but I could still make out her expression of pleasure.

I momentarily stopped stroking my clit and plunged two fingers into my cunt. I stifled my moan out of fear they might hear me. I continued to pump my fingers in and out of my pussy as I watched them rutting in the window.

Her lips parted on what was, to me, a soundless cry. Over her shoulder, I saw her man’s face go from stoic to ecstatic.

My pleasure had built to a peak that only had one resolution. I came with him, struggling to keep my eyes open so I wouldn’t miss a single detail of their passion.

Afterward, they were chatting as they redressed. She finished putting herself together with her back toward me.

I pushed my hair back from my flushed face and moved carefully through the trees as I returned to the road.

Somehow witnessing the couple’s stolen moments, while I hid amongst the trees, made my orgasm — and its aftereffects — even better. I hurried home and found my husband, Kevin, on the couch in the living room reading a novel.

I plucked it from his fingers and stuck his bookmark in to keep his place.

“What got into you?”

“Nothing,” I said. But I could hear the breathy nature of my own voice. “But something’s about to.”

Kevin was wearing shorts and a tee, and I yanked his shorts down to get to his cock. He didn’t question me as I put his dick in my mouth and sucked him until he got fully hard. Then I pulled the shorts completely off and shed my leggings and panties. I climbed atop his lap, angled his cock just right and impaled myself on his dick.

All the while, his big brown eyes studied me. His lips quirked up in a half smile. I put my hands on his shoulders and found a pace that suited us both, rhythmically raising and lowering my body.

He whispered, “What’s gotten into you, baby?”

“Shh, I’ll tell you later. Just fuck me now.”

That was all I had to say. His warm hands held my waist, and he thrust up from beneath me. His cock jammed inside me as I slammed my body downward. Every motion delivered pure and utter bliss.

I moaned, but he captured the sound with a kiss. We held each other, moving in time with our need, and when I came, my pussy clenching and working around him, he gave in, too.

We stayed tangled up that way as we struggled to catch our breath.

Kevin rested his forehead against mine and said, “Tell me now?”

“Well, it all started in the woods today…”

He listened intently to my whole tale, took stock of what had happened and said, “Sounds like I should come with you on your hike tomorrow.”

A thrill zipped through me as I eagerly agreed.

The next day, we did a proper hike and hoped to hit the house around dusk. Of course, there was no guarantee we’d find the couple in the same compromising position as I did the previous day. But we could hope.

The woods were lovely with spring upon us, all gentle breezes and delightful sunshine. We stopped at an overlook point, and Kevin wrapped his arms around me from behind. His fingers tickled along my forearms and up my biceps. They trailed down around my waist, smoothing my hips and ultimately stroking my mound through my shorts.

My cunt was wet, so wet, thinking about those two sexy strangers fucking wildly. I hoped we’d see them and we could fuck each other while we watched them.

Apparently, I’d found voyeurism both thrilling and addictive.

Kevin looked around, being completely and totally dramatic about it. Once he’d made sure we were alone, he slipped his hand into my shorts and cupped my mound. His middle finger reached downward and applied pressure to my clitoris. My breath caught in my throat, and my nipples tightened into hard knots.

My husband drew his hands up along my torso and then over the swells of my breasts. He pinched my erect nipples roughly through my tee. He kissed the side of my neck and nibbled it, making me shiver. Then he wrapped his moist fingers around my wrist, pulling me along as he said, “Come on. Let’s go see if we can catch some people fucking.”

I followed him willingly, my aroused pussy pulsing in time with my thumping heart.

The closer we got to the house, the hornier I became. Kevin seemed to share my affliction. He moved quicker and quicker the farther up the hill we went, and he took my hand in his, playfully tugging me along with him.

The SUV was still parked in the home’s driveway. I took that as a good sign the lovebirds would be in.

Kevin and I stood on the road for a moment, just staring. We could have been any of the many people who hiked the trail, just admiring a lovely home. Not having any idea at all that two young beautiful people were staying there.

I caught sight of the blonde in the sunroom, which was ringed by nearly floor-to-ceiling windows. How perfect.

“There,” I said, nudging Kevin.

We moved closer and positioned ourselves on the other side of the driveway, behind a bunch of lilac bushes. The lovely smell of the flowers coupled with some birdsong made the scenario kind of ludicrous, and I laughed softly. Yet, when a swell of music came distantly from the house, we ventured deeper into the bushes and trees.

We weren’t all that far from the road. I doubted anyone would come along, but you never knew. That notion added its own special thrill to the moment.

The music grew a little louder as the woman swayed. Then her man appeared and started swaying with her. She reached for him. He took her hand, turning her in a spin and continuing to dance with her for a moment.

They were striking. Perfectly suited to one another and lovely to look at. They were like a painting come to life or a movie couple almost too good to be true.

Kevin slipped his arms around my waist and edged closer to me. I deliberately pushed my ass toward his crotch. I swayed a little, and he did, too. We were locked together, viewing these people and hearing music they likely thought only they could hear.

Kevin pressed his lips against my ear and whispered, “Think they’ll fuck?”

The vibration of his voice and his hot breath sent a shiver through me, and I felt a corresponding rumble in my pussy.

As if reading my mind, he slid his hands lower so his fingers brushed the very top of my mound. I wished briefly for my shorts to disappear. Sadly, they didn’t. We continued to watch avidly as the duo slowly danced, and finally, tall dark and handsome gently positioned his partner down on a loveseat.

She sat willingly and looked up at him with adoration on her face.

He didn’t move, but she did. She reached up and tugged his shorts down. He was apparently going commando; his big dick swung free immediately. Her head tilted back, and she took him in hand. She stroked him teasingly, taking her time.

Behind me, Kevin released a soft groan. He rocked forward, pressing his pelvis against me, and his erection nudged against my asscrack.

My cheeks felt hot, and as the two of us watched those uninhibited lovers, my body thrummed with voyeuristic excitement.

When she enveloped him and drove her lips down the length of his cock, I shivered. Kevin’s hands cupped my breasts through my top. He pinched my nipples, working them gently at first. But as the blonde sucked off her man, my husband pinched me a bit harder. All the while, he ground his body against mine, his cock feeling as hard as a steel rod.

I shut my eyes briefly as I soaked in the sensations of him touching me. But I opened them quickly to make sure I didn’t miss a moment of the couple’s show.

“She’s very good at that,” Kevin whispered in my ear.

His hands took a lazy tour down my belly and over the flare of my hips. He continued rocking against me and eventually covered my crotch with his hand.

Inside, I was liquid fire. My cunt throbbed, and I wanted him to bend me over, yank down my shorts and simply take me. Right there, while I clutched the small birch tree in front of me.

Instead, we watched the woman stand and push her man down until he sat. She shimmied out of her skirt and was bare beneath it. Holding her parted thighs, he lowered his head to lick her.

Kevin’s hands tightened around my waist, and he pressed his cock more firmly against me. I delighted in the friction of him rubbing against me, his fingers still roaming over my tits.

“And he’s good at that,” I said, watching the man lap eagerly at the blonde’s pussy. “I bet he’s almost as good as you.”

Kevin growled in my ear, equal parts animalistic and desperate. He pushed a hand into my shorts and my panties, jamming a finger into my wet pussy. He added another digit, which slid inside me easily. I was so turned on. My snatch was flowing like a river.

“Do you want me to stick my cock in there?” he asked. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Soon,” I said on a sigh, keeping my eyes fixed on the show before us.

The woman stepped back from her partner, held out her hand and then said something. She smiled coquettishly, and he stood.

She whipped off her top and led him to the window. Being squashed against glass as her lover took her from behind seemed to be her turn-on. Him, too, from the looks of it.

He covered her hands with his as he pressed her to the large pane. Her breasts smashed against the glass.

The two of us were practically vibrating with arousal. Kevin tugged down my shorts and panties without asking. I let them stay tangled around my lower legs in case I needed to yank them up and make a fast exit.

I heard the whisper of Kevin’s shorts and underwear coming down, and then he stepped closer. His hand settled on my back and pushed me forward just a bit. I adjusted my stance for him to have easier access, bracing myself against the tree trunk in front of me.

From the expression on the blonde’s pretty face and the jerk of her body, I gathered her lover had slipped his cock into her. A few second later, he started to move and so did we.

Our coupling was a fast, frenzied fuck. I held on for dear life as Kevin railed me wildly. I was so wet I could hear every plunge of his cock and every withdrawal. I was so turned on that I gnawed on my lower lip to keep from crying out loud.

Kevin snaked his hand around my body and found my clit, which was slippery with my juices. He stroked me until I was shaking with the need to come.

Inside, the woman looked like she was wailing with ecstasy, her mouth party pressed to the pane. Her breath fogged the glass, leaving ghosts of her pleasure on its surface.

I shuddered as Kevin hit just the right spot, stroking into me perfectly. But his movements soon grew haphazard, which told me my husband was rapidly coming unhinged, even as he continued to drive into me.

His fingers played over my clit with ease, I bit my lower lip harder. When the woman inside appeared to scream out her pleasure, mine took over, too. I came with a stifled cry as my cunt spasmed around Kevin’s cock.

“Fuck,” he hissed.

Inside, the man was still fucking his girl with vigor. And then his head fell forward, and she smiled.

I guessed he’d come inside her, and Kevin soon mimicked the man. One more hard deep thrust and then his body locked up. His fingers gripped me tight as he grunted roughly and spurted into me.

We stood there, panting, as the strangers parted. She was the first to leave the room. The man stood there, gazing out the window. For a split second, I swore our eyes met and my heart leapt in my chest. Fear of being seen triggered a rush of adrenaline in me, and then the man turned away.

Kevin kissed the back of my neck. Then he tugged up my underwear and shorts before doing the same with his.

I turned and gave him a soft kiss before asking, “Same time tomorrow?”

“Hell, yeah!”

Hiking that tranquil trail had never been so thrilling — or fulfilling!