Monica was stretched across the mattress, completely naked. The curtains were pulled back on our bedroom window, and a cool morning breeze caressed her bare skin. I couldn’t help but stare at my beautiful wife as she ran her fingers over her body, teasing her nipples and casually caressing her clit. Her motions were so sensual that they made my dick harder than I thought possible.

I was positively aching for her and knowing that our horny neighbor was watching us made the moment even hotter for me.

Shortly after we’d moved into our house, we noticed handsome Bob lingering at his bedroom window to peer into ours. We thought it was funny, but one evening we spied him standing in the shadows and staring at us as we fucked. We could tell he was naked and jerking off as he took in the sight of our coupling — and we loved it.

Monica was always a show-off. Knowing that an attractive guy was watching her, she demanded to be on top. She purposely rode my pole while staring in Bob’s direction. She soon took up a frenetic pace, riding my dick like a madwoman as she fingered her clit.

I’d briefly thought her boldness would spook Bob, but it did nothing of the sort. He seemed to feed off of it and stepped closer to the windowpane. That was the first time anyone had ever watched me nail a woman. There was no doubt that his presence lit a fire inside me. I repeatedly bucked my hips upward, meeting each of my honey’s downward thrusts. We were like an out-of-control train speeding down the track as we raced toward our orgasms — under the watchful eyes of Bob.

As Monica pogoed on my prick, she continued to finger her clit. She’s always been good at multitasking but took that skill to a new level. She was laser-focused on getting herself off in record time. I’d never seen anything like it. But Bob staring at her unleashed some sort of erotic monster — one that I was very happy to have encountered.

Her climax was monumental and seemed to suck the come right out of me. My orgasm matched the intensity of Monica’s, and afterward, I’d felt completely drained, like I’d run a marathon. But I was also exhilarated. It was a bizarre but intoxicating combination of feelings.

The next day, we spotted Bob outside as he trimmed his hedges. He waved at us like a friendly neighbor on a 1950s TV show. There was no mention of his voyeurism — or our quasi-threeway — and I liked it better that way. It was our little secret that didn’t need to be discussed in public. That somehow added to my illicit enjoyment.

But back to our last show. It was a beautiful Saturday morning, when Monica and I had nothing scheduled — aside from enjoying one another’s lustful company.

I admired her heaving tits, topped with beautifully erect nipples, and I knew she was as turned on as I was.

“Like what you see?” she teased with a playful smile on her lips.

She addressed her question to me, but she could have very well been talking to Bob through the open window.

Monica is a naughty minx, for sure.

My voice husky with desire, I replied, “You have no idea how much.” I cocked my head toward the window, adding, “And it seems I am not alone.”

Monica smiled in recognition, her half-closed eyes glancing in Bob’s direction.

I crawled across the bed, my dick desperate to be inside her. But I didn’t want to rush our performance and intended to savor every inch of her body. I started by kissing her neck, my lips trailing downward as I made my way to her breasts. I took one nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it before biting down gently. Monica moaned, her back arching off the mattress as I teased her tits.

I ventured farther down, my lips and tongue exploring every inch of her taut stomach and clean-shaven mound. I could faintly smell her arousal, and her erotic fragrance drove me wild. I urged Monica to part her thighs and expose her succulent pussy to me. It was glistening with wetness, and I couldn’t resist diving in. I licked and sucked on her clit as I drove my fingers into her hole. She was moaning and writhing beneath me as I relentlessly plundered her pussy with my digits.

Monica’s ass beat a steady tattoo on the mattress as she rhythmically raised and lowered her hips. It was as if she was in an erotic trance, upping her tempo to mirror the escalating lust inside her.

But when I sensed she was close to coming, I pulled back. I want to draw out her bliss, to make her beg for release. I climbed back up her body, nestling my dick against her sloppy slit. My being so close while not penetrating her nearly made her go crazy.

Monica was practically vibrating with desire as she beseeched, “Please, I need your cock inside me. I need to come.”

I felt a wicked smile flash across my face as I briefly enjoyed the power I had over her. But denying her would have been denying myself — and I’m not that twisted.

Monica hissed when I rammed my rod into her slippery snatch. She was so wet and open that I hit bottom in one massive thrust. She was nearly breathless, but she still managed to sneak a peek at our audience of one and keep me posted on the action next door.

“Oh, there he is again,” she whispered. “Bob is right there. He’s naked, and he has his fist wrapped around his dick. He’s watching you pound me, baby. And he’s so turned on that he’s pumping his own prick.”

None of her commentary surprised me, but Monica’s narration really got me going. I loved how invested she was in the whole scenario. But I didn’t want to look at Bob. I was too focused on the intense feeling of my girl’s snug pussy massaging my meat and her sexy voiceover.

As she stared at Bob, she repeatedly squeezed her cunt around me and continued to talk, her words washing over me like an aphrodisiac.

“Oh, do me harder! Faster!” she demanded.

I did my best to obey, but I was starting to lose control as I tumbled toward the inevitable.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I groaned, my thrusts becoming more erratic.

I managed to summon up some extra fortitude to stave off my orgasm long enough to let her have one of her own.

“Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!” Monica chanted as she relentlessly chased her climax.

She tore her gaze away from the window to look at me. Her eyes were glittering with excitement as she told me, “Bob is close, I can tell. Any minute now, he’s going to come. He’s going to shoot his cream and make a mess!”

Gritting my teeth, I pounded Monica harder. She gasped and hugged my body with her arms and legs. My wicked girl once more focused her eyes on Bob, who was no doubt enjoying the sight of us rutting like animals.

“Almost there, almost there,” Monica whispered.

I wasn’t sure if she was talking about herself — or Bob. It didn’t matter. Somehow, the three of us were weirdly connected.

I corkscrewed my hips in the way I know Monica likes to give her clit some good friction. That seemed to do the trick.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” she uttered as she began to fall to pieces.

Monica let out a jubilant shout, triumphantly announcing her orgasm to me — and our horny neighbor.

As her climax struck, I swear that I felt her pussy pulse around me and release an extra wave of juice. It was exactly what I’d been craving from the second I spied her gloriously naked on the mattress that morning.

I simultaneously savored the sensations of her spasms and her overwhelming wetness. It was as if her body had totally surrendered to me. I didn’t think I had the strength to fuck her any harder, but suddenly I did.

With my own climax looming in the not-so-distant future, I fucked Monica like my life depended on it.

Her lips were parted, and her face was colored by a beautiful orgasmic blush as she said, “Bob is so close, baby. Any second now.”

I huffed and puffed, knowing that our little show was rapidly nearing its end.

“Oh! There he goes!” she shouted.

I swear I heard a small grunt in the distance, which wasn’t unlikely if Bob had his window cracked.

“He’s made such a mess, squirting some of his cream onto the glass and getting his fist all sloppy,” she sighed. “What a bad boy!”

Monica shivered beneath me, feeling as if she’d squeaked out another, smaller orgasm. Later, she let me know that she did indeed come from watching Bob shoot his load.

Once our neighbor had retreated, Monica directed all of her attention toward me.

“Now it’s your turn,” she said. “Give me everything you’ve got.”

As if I could stop myself. I hammered her hard, letting my orgasm overwhelm me and jetting volley after volley of spunk into her. I filled her to overflowing, and she sighed with delight.

I finally allowed myself to look next door. I did see a little splotch of something on Bob’s barely opened window. A small sign of his applause that would soon be cleared away.

I know not everyone wants their neighbor so involved in their business. But fortunately, Monica and I share the same kink — and us exhibitionists are also happy to share it with Bob.

He recently told us that he’s gotten himself a girlfriend after months of being single. There was something about his smile that suggested Monica and I might soon have a front-row seat to their performance. Now, we’re eagerly awaiting their debut and know we won’t be able to stop ourselves from fucking at the same time.

I never thought that moving from the city to the suburbs would improve my sex life. But I’ve been happily surprised.