Stepping out of the shower at the bed-and-breakfast, I wrapped myself in a towel and walked over to a window. I pulled the towel tighter around me as I gazed at the field of white below. I glanced at the gray sky and saw it was snowing again.

The inn where we’d rented a room was a very old former farmhouse. It creaked in the wind, but it was lovely.

Craig, my husband, stoked the fire in our room’s hearth and then came up behind me. He wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled my neck.

“Have you caught him watching me?” I asked.

I was speaking about the only other occupant of the house at the time, who was the owner/operator.

“I’d have to be blind and oblivious to have missed that. I think you have a fan, baby.”

My “fan” was an older man. Older than us, that was, but not old by a long shot. He was tall with dark hair shot through with silver, dark eyes and a kind face. But he liked to look at me. That was for sure.

“Good, I thought I was nuts,” I admitted. I wasn’t sure if I was imagining the guy’s interest in me.

Craig tugged the towel from my body and let it drop. I stood there, with his arms around me, utterly naked. We faced a big lawn of nothing at all. The main road was way out beyond the trees.

The weather had caused all of the other prospective guests to cancel, but not us. Craig saw the snow as a challenge, and he wasn’t going to let a bit of white stuff ruin our romantic getaway.

His hand drifted down over my belly, and my muscles fluttered and trembled at his touch. He cupped my mound and nipped the back of my neck.

“You know, while we’re here, we can give him something to watch.”

His fingers parted my delicate folds, dancing along my damp cunt. They trailed over my suddenly pulsing clitoris, and I hissed between my teeth.

Craig pushed a finger inside my pussy and pressed the heel of his hand against my clit.

“It seems you like that idea. You’re very wet all of a sudden,” he whispered.

I hummed softly in response and moved my body to better accommodate his thrusting fingers.

What he was doing felt so fucking good, and what he was proposing was an intoxicating possibility.

We could put on a show for our host, while we were the only three in residence.

After a few minutes of his teasing, I leaned forward, placed my hands on the windowsill and spread my legs. The sound of his zipper opening seemed incredibly loud, as did the rustle of his jeans, and then the crack and pop of the nearby fire.

He nestled close behind me and rubbed his cockhead against my slick hole as my breath steamed up a circle on the windowpane. Outside, the gentle snow continued to flutter downward.

I groaned as he thrust into me, and I gripped the sill tighter. His hands held my hips as he fucked me, jostling me with every entry. One of his muscular arms looped around my middle to hold me steady as we screwed.

“We can fuck just like this, and let him watch. Only he won’t know we’re letting him watch. He’ll have a dirty little secret, and so will we,” Craig said.

I moaned as I came, my internal muscles milking his cock. His orgasm quickly followed mine, and he filled me with his load.

When we broke apart, I opened my eyes and saw a splash of red and black down in the yard. When I focused my vision, I saw it was our host wearing a buffalo plaid jacket. He had an axe in his hand, and he was looking up at our window.

How much had he seen? Had we started our exhibitionism early?

I hoped so.

I waited until dinner to tell Craig who I’d seen outside our window.

“Why did you wait so long to say something?”

I grinned at him, feeling my nipples tighten under my sweater.

“I like having a dirty little secret,” I whispered.

“How much do you think he saw?”

“Most of it,” I said.

“Interesting. When should we ‘accidentally’ let him see us up close and personal?” he asked, using air quotes to accentuate “accidentally.”

“Tomorrow? Maybe we get up early and come down as if we think we have the place to ourselves?”

He slid his hand up my thigh under the table and stroked my leg until I purred.

“Sounds like a plan.”

His fingers skated higher and slid over my pussy as he caressed me through my leggings. I wanted him all over again, but I’d wait. It would make our coupling the following day so much hotter.

The next morning, I went down first. I saw the owner lingering in the kitchen, where he was likely brewing coffee.

We’d been told to help ourselves to the “social room” as he’d called it. Just shut the door if you’d like privacy, we’d been instructed.

I made sure our host saw me flitting through his downstairs like a gothic heroine in my flowing robe. But I didn’t make eye contact with him and instead went into the social room and shut the door.

Craig came down a few minutes later, stuck his head in and whispered, “Good to go?”

I waved him in and told him, “Come in, but don’t shut the door quite all the way.”

My hope was our host would come to check on us if the door wasn’t closed—and get a good eyeful. It wasn’t hard to hear someone approaching in that house. It was old and charming, but quite creaky in spots.

“You look amazing,” he said, pushing back my robe to reveal my white silk nightgown. “Very hot.”

Before I could respond, he’d popped my left breast out of the bodice and was licking and sucking my nipple. The hot and inviting sensation thrilled me. The heat of his mouth seemed to bleed beneath my skin, swirling lower and lower until it pooled between my thighs.

Given our horniness, and the guarantee of getting caught, my pussy dripped with desire. That was something Craig discovered when he slid his hands beneath my nightgown and traced my drenched slit with his finger.

“Someone’s into this,” he teased, nuzzling my earlobe.

“Is it me?” I teased right back.

Next, he pushed two fingers into my cunt, and we both shut up. He worked me that way until I was practically panting.

We both heard the rattle and tinkle of a tray being carried and the creak of the old floorboard outside the room. That was followed by the tentative swing of a door being opened just a hair.

Those sounds were enough to set our entire encounter alight. Craig pushed me forward. I bend over the back of the small striped sofa that was planted in front of the fireplace. My hands curled against the seatback as Craig hiked up my nightie. The robe was already abandoned on the floor.

My tits spilled out over my bodice, and I hung my head, but allowed myself a side-eyed glance at the door where a shadow was clearly visible through the crack.

Seeing our host made the moment so much fucking hotter.

I pushed my ass back as Craig shoved into me roughly, which sent shivers up my spine. We were both utterly intoxicated from knowing we were being watched and the lasciviousness of our behavior. I gasped as he held my hips a bit too hard, digging into my skin and probably causing little bruises on my tender flesh. I drove myself back to meet his thrusting cock as he filled me and stretched me.

Sleet ticked against the room’s tall windows, and it only added to the intimacy of the encounter.

Sliding my hand down past the silken fabric gathered at my waist, I found my clit and played my fingers over the tight knot of flesh. Pleasure zinged through me, throwing me off-kilter.

Driving myself back to take Craig’s rod, I continued to play my fingers over my throbbing clitoris. I chewed my lower lip, so caught up in the pleasure I could barely stand it.

“I’m going to come,” I said loud enough to be heard by our voyeur.

I detected a gasp that didn’t come from me or Craig. I was pleased by our watcher’s investment in our coupling. I noticed the door open just a fraction of an inch more and held my breath.

As I swirled my fingers over my clit, I clenched my muscles around Craig’s pistoning cock. But when I heard a loud exhalation from the hall, I came. Forceful spasms wracked me, and I shuddered, unable to quiet my cries of bliss.

Craig drove into me faster and faster. My pussy was so wet I could hear every squelching thrust. I let him continue for a moment, then I pulled away quickly. I spared a glance at the cracked door before I turned and said, “I want to make you come. I want you in my mouth.”

I let my gown’s hem fall downward, but my breasts remained exposed. I got on my knees. His cock was sticking out of his opened pants, and I captured it in my willing mouth. I drew on him hard, taking him deep. As I pulled back to suck on his cockhead, I gently massaged his sac. I teased his crown with my tongue before driving my lips back down to his root.

I heard the rattle of a barely balanced tea tray from the hall and nearly laughed around my mouthful of dick. But then I focused again, letting my mouth slide along his shaft with my fist gliding along easily in its wake.

Craig put his hand in my hair, resting it on the crown of my head. He held me in place as he fucked my mouth.

“Fuck yeah. Like that,” he said. “God, baby. Your mouth is so good. So fucking good.”

His last word became a ragged groan. Then his body was shuddering, and his come was filling my mouth.

I sat back and wiped my mouth before I loudly said, “We should leave before we wake the owner.”

The old building’s creaky floorboards allowed us to hear his retreat.

Then Craig said, “How about we change and come back down for some coffee?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” I replied with a gleeful grin.