Steven was staging the vintage barber chairs in our shop window when I saw him stop and stare.

“That guy in the office across the street keeps looking at us,” he griped.

I joined Steven, looked across the walkway and said, “It’s a travel agency.

He must be bored to death. Most people book their own trips nowadays.”

Suddenly horny, I looked at my husband standing there in the bright sunlight. I moved closer to him and ran my fingernail up the center of his T-shirt.

“Maybe we should give him something to actually look at,” I said.

He raised an eyebrow with curiosity and said, “Do tell.”

I moved another step closer, leaned in and kissed his full lips. His beard tickled my chin.

“I mean it’s been a while since we fucked. Even longer since we put on a little show for a willing voyeur.”

I heard his breath catch before I kissed him again.

His hands slid along my waist, squeezing and stroking.

Steven responded to my suggestion by sliding his hands under my black cotton dress. He tugged my tights down a bit and then my panties. I felt cool air on my bare skin.

“He’s definitely watching now,” Steven murmured. He brought his mouth to mine, then licked and nipped my lower lip.

I kissed him hard. I slid my tongue along his and pressed my mound against his crotch.

I felt the beginnings of his hard-on throbbing against me and purred with delight. I was glad I’d gotten this totally naughty idea.

I pulled back from him. I toed off my motorcycle boots and then pulled off my stockings and panties. Steven watched me the whole time with his swelling cock testing the zipper of his jeans. I traced the outline of his erection with my gaze.

I slid my feet back into my boots and said, “Sit in a chair.”

He backed up two steps and dropped his ass into the nearest seat. I pushed my foot against its lower bar, pumping the chair up to the height I wanted.

I turned the chair slightly so the angle was good for viewing us. I glanced up at the window from beneath the curtain of my bangs.

“He’s standing there,” I said. “He’s watching.”

Excitement pooled in my pussy. I was drenched. I wanted Steven’s cock inside me already, but there were things to do first.

I bent to expose my ass and took a wide stance, so my pussy would be visible to our audience. I popped the button on Steven’s pants and tugged down his zipper.

“Hips up.”

He obliged, and I pulled his jeans down so I could free his cock. He was commando under his denim, so his erection sprang up the moment I got his jeans low enough.

I hummed softly and blew on his shaft. He gasped and put his hand on top of my head, threading his fingers through my hair. But he didn’t push; he simply rested it there.

I brought my mouth to his cock, licking the tip and tracing the head with my tongue. That simple action made him growl hungrily.

“The door’s locked, right?”

“Yep. We’re not open. No reason for it to be unlocked.”

I lapped at him, and he snarled like an animal. He applied steady pressure to the top of my head, thrusting his hips up. His cock breached my lips. I parted them, opened my mouth and took him halfway.

“He is standing,” Steven gasped.

“Let him watch,” I said before resuming my blowjob.

Our store wasn’t open, and his store wasn’t busy. Both were on the desolate edge of a strip mall, so there was very little chance of foot traffic. And if it happened—it happened.

I slid my mouth down Steven’s cock until my lips brushed his pubic hair. As I sucked him, I swayed from side to side, my ass moving slowly.

“He’s practically licking the window,” Steven said.

Then my man lost his manners, grabbed my head and thrust up into my wet, willing mouth. He grunted and held me there, using me the way he liked. The way I liked.

I hummed as I sucked him and continued to sway as if I were underwater.

My husband’s urgency, the sounds he made, the smell and taste of him, all served to make me wetter. I felt moisture gracing my pussy lips. Felt the quiver deep inside me where my own desire lived. I wanted to climb up on his lap and sink down on him, getting him deep inside my cunt where I needed him most.

But first, I grabbed his cock and stroked it. I lowered my mouth and sucked on his balls, licking them until he was gasping.

“Enough. I’m going to come,” he said with a helpless laugh. He tugged my hair gently until I stood up. “By the way, lover, he’s outside now. Standing just outside his window. Watching. Watching us.”

I wanted to turn around but didn’t. A shiver ran through me, and my nipples grew tight.

I lifted my dress even as I lowered the chair. Then I straddled his lap and let him pull my bodice down. Then my black bra. My tits popped free, nipples tight and dark. Steven leaned forward and sucked my nipple into his mouth, and the sensation shot straight to my cunt.

When he used his teeth—not too shyly—I gasped and my head fell back.

He repeated the action with the other breast. It was so good. So hot. I writhed on his lap until he slipped his hand beneath my dress and pushed his fingers into me. I moved against those fingers, humping his hand. He pressed my clit with his thumb as he finger-fucked me.

I kissed him roughly. He used his free hand to grab my hair and yank it so my head snapped back slightly. He dragged his fingertips over my clitoris and bit the side of my neck.

“Climb on, baby. Get on my dick.”

He didn’t have to ask me twice. I hitched my dress up and held it high above my waist. With my ass pointed at our watcher, I positioned myself so Steven’s cock kissed my drenched opening. Then I lowered myself, taking his dick inside me with maddening slowness.

Steven grabbed my hip with one hand and held me as I sank onto him.

When I was fully on his lap and his cock was seated deep within me, Steven whispered, “He keeps rubbing his finger up and down his zipper. What do you want to bet he’s going to cream his fucking pants before we’re done?”

A moan slipped out of me, and Steven kissed it away.

He grabbed my ass and squeezed, spreading my cheeks. He moved me up and down on his hard-on. I was so wet, so slick, we were both drenched in moments. He moved to suck and bite my nipple. My pussy clenched with the sensation.

He bit the side of my breast hard enough to make me jump and followed that with an unexpected slap to my ass. It was so hard the cracking noise in our silent shop nearly hurt my ears.

I came in a rush, my body jittering on his lap. A cry ripped out of me, high and hearty. It was so loud I’m sure our watcher heard.

“Oh, that did him in,” Steven whispered. “He’s unzipped. His cock is free. His hand is working.”

I groaned and kept bouncing up and down on his lap. The pleasure kept unfurling like a ribbon deep inside me.

I finally settled, rocking side to side on his lap and kissing his lips.

“Get up. Let’s finish the show for this guy.”

I climbed off him and realized how slick and wet my upper thighs were.

Steven positioned me to the side, putting my hands on the arm of the chair. He made sure my dress was up and I was exposed.

I let my hair hang in my eyes and risked a peek.

The man across the way was jerking off. Furiously.

Seeing the stranger’s need, his determination, set me off. Another slow moan slipped from me.

I pushed my ass back as my husband teased me, sliding his fingers into my cunt and withdrawing them slowly. He repeated the whole thing until I was panting.

Then he slid one wet finger into my asshole and I gasped.

Seconds later, his cock was pushing into me, sliding deep and filling me.

He kept his finger in my butt and moved it in and out in time with his cock. The feeling of fullness, of both holes being filled, made my head fuzzy and my knees weak.

“I can feel my finger against my cock through your skin,” he said.

I groaned.

“His poor hand is a blur. He’s jerking off so fast. So hard.”

I risked another peek and shivered. I wondered if he’d hear me when I came. If he’d hear my husband. If we’d hear him.

Steven must have sensed my daydreaming. He got my attention with a sudden smack to my rump.

It echoed through the shop and so did my cries.

My pussy gripped him. My hips jerked forward, and I clenched my internal muscles tight around his driving cock.

Another smack, this one hard enough to make me grunt. Then another delivered to the opposite cheek. I was so close. So fucking close.

He pushed his finger deep in my ass and smacked me hard enough to bring tears to my eyes as his cock pistoned into me.

I came again, howling at the ceiling from the excitement, the pleasure—the filthiness of the moment.

Steven sighed, grabbed my hips and fucked me hard and fast. So hard I had to hold on to the arm of the chair.

“You’re such a dirty girl,” he said. And then he climaxed, growling like an animal as he went rigid against me.

When I glanced across the way at our audience, the guy was staring at his come-coated hand. Then he turned on his heels and disappeared.

“I bet that brightened his day,” Steven said.

“Either way,” I sighed. “It brightened mine.”