I found Joyce at the large balcony window of our new high-rise apartment. We’d only been there a week and the place was still a maze of boxes.

“You get lost?”

“What?”

“Did you get lost amongst the boxes and debris and end up at the window?”

She pulled me close and said, “See him?”

Below, way below, for we were on the seventh floor, was a cluster of three park benches amongst huge trees. No one ever really used them. Or so I’d thought. But there he sat, a good-looking young guy, watching the squirrels.

“Yeah. What about him?”

She pointed to the clock on the wall. One of the few things we’d managed to hang up. “Every day at about two o’clock when this whole area is deserted, he sits there.”

“Maybe he’s meditating.”

“Maybe.” She looked at me, and I caught the blaze of excitement in that gaze. I knew what it meant, and I was ready, right then, to press her up against the huge glass wall and fuck her until she begged me to stop.

“What are you thinking?” I prompted. Because I wanted to hear. I needed to hear.

“I’m thinking that at two o’clock tomorrow, I’ll go visit him. And you… you can keep an eye on me from up here. Our own little viewing gallery.”

“And what will I be watching?”

She dropped to her knees and pulled down my shorts and my boxer briefs. She kept her gaze pinned to mine as she started to jack my already-hard cock with her small fist. “Maybe this,” she said, speeding up her tempo. “And then maybe this.” She wrapped her lips around me and started to suck. She slid her open lips up one side of my dick, licking my cockhead until my teeth ached, and then brought her slippery lips down the other. She swirled her tongue and took in all of me so that her lips pressed the base of my cock.

I grabbed her head and thrust a few times but then pulled free and dropped to my knees. I got behind her and pulled her shorts and panties down and thrust into her roughly. I fucked her hard and fast, but she never did ask me to let up, simply offered two brutal orgasms for my viewing pleasure.

The next day, I was rooted at our balcony window at two o’clock, waiting for my wife to appear down below at the nearly deserted park benches.

When she came into view, my dick went instantly hard. I pressed my entire body to the hard glass door for the pressure. My breath fogged a circle onto the surface, and I had to wipe it away with the heel of my hand. She came toward the bench from behind, so the guy didn’t see her approach.

“She slipped her mouth up and down his cock, taking him as deeply as she could.”

She wore flip flops and an orange summer dress dotted with little flowers. Her auburn hair swayed in the slight breeze. Despite the heat, there was enough air moving to make the day a bit less than stifling.

She said something to the man, getting his attention, and then indicated the seat on the bench next to him. I couldn’t tell for sure from so high up, but it looked like he smiled. She sat next to him, fairly close, despite the fact that there were two other empty benches to be had in the vicinity.

They didn’t speak at first. Just watched a few squirrels running through the grass and darting up the thick trunks of the old shade trees.

I watch her put her hand on his thigh and took in his mild reaction. If anything, he looked vaguely surprised but not shocked. She leaned in close and said something, her hair swirling in the wind. A long strand briefly covered their faces, but then it was tossed aside.

He nodded, and she put her hand in his lap. Merely let it sit there for a moment. My hand mirrored hers and went to my crotch. I squeezed myself just enough to spur a small sigh from my lips.

She started to rub him. I saw her arm moving, her hand squeezing, and despite being seven floors up, I could see his hips rise to meet her hand for an instant.

Then she worked his button and his zipper. She got his cock free, and I realized my tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth. My heart beat audibly in my ears. I squeezed my erection again, and then shoved my hands into my pockets so I wouldn’t go any further.

I watched her bend over his lap, that curtain of auburn falling to obscure my view until she pushed the wayward strands away. She was thinking of me, no doubt. She jacked his cock for a minute or two, working him up — and working me up as well. Then she took his cock into her mouth and his head tipped back — eyes shut, mouth open.

She slipped her mouth up and down his cock, taking him as deeply as she could. I could picture the sparkle of unshed tears in her eyes as she must’ve been gagging slightly. Her head tilted up, as if she was searching for me, and then she moved off the bench and knelt between his spread legs.

My view improved. I got a good look at her lips sliding up and down his rod. Her hands rested primly on his thighs as she knelt there. When his hand settled on her head and he started to buck beneath her, lifting his trim hips to get deeper into her mouth, she slipped her hand beneath her summer sheath. I knew beneath the dress she was bare because I’d watched her get dressed.

I wanted to wait. I wanted to fuck her when she came back up, rushing off the elevator and marching to our apartment like some kind of busy debutante who can’t be bothered. Instead, I unzipped and got my cock in my hand and started to jerk off.

Every time her head dipped down, I squeezed. Every time she circled the head of his cock with her tongue, I worked my cock faster. Every time his hips rose up to meet her, I swept my thumb across the weeping tip of my dick.

His hands were rough on her head, and my excitement built. I could barely draw air and my fist flew on my cock. I held my breath then, seeing his body jerk and waiting for him to come. Because even from way the fuck up on the seventh floor I knew he was about to shoot. I also knew how damp and hot her mouth was. And how she could do that thing with her tongue. And how she knew exactly what kind of pressure to use when jerking a shaft while sucking the tip.

He came. I could tell by his body language. I imagined I could hear him shout. And I shot my load all over the carefully maintained clear glass of our sliding door. It was a hot, wet painting of arousal, and I left it for her to see.

She got up and smoothed her dress. I imagined her pussy was beyond wet. I couldn’t wait to fuck her.

I saw her walk off toward the building — toward the lobby which led to the elevator which would lead her to me. I took a deep breath and smiled, realizing that I was probably going to be able to fulfill that goal, after all. By the time she returned, my cock would be hard and ready again. She had that effect on me. Always has.

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