“I think you have an admirer,” Mike said.

I brushed sweaty bangs back from my forehead and looked at him. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“Wow, someone’s snippy.”

I snorted. “Of course, I am. It’s as hot as balls, the AC is still in the moving van, and this damn venetian blind will not behave.” I banged on it just so he knew.

“Yeah, but you’re standing in a large window, in a sweaty white tank top, no bra, tiny shorts, jiggling your arms around over your head.”

I put my arms down and glared at him. “I’m still lost.”

“I’m not going to point, because that would be stupid, but if you glance down into the neighbor’s backyard, you’ll see him.”

I did what he said and did, in fact, see the guy. He was sitting in a green lawn chair, drinking a beer, staring. I hadn’t turned my head, just altered my gaze, so he didn’t know I was looking right back at him.

“Which is why I want blinds in our bedroom. We look down on their low-lying property and they can look up at us.”

“He’s the only neighbor for half a mile.”

“And your point?” I blew my bangs out of my face and tried to figure out what he was getting at.

“We could have some fun is all I’m saying,” he said against my neck. Then he dropped a kiss in the same spot and a shiver trailed down my spine.

“How’s that?” But I was playing coy. I was starting to get the picture.

He pressed his body flush against my back. The hard length of his cock nestled in my ass crack and I sighed, my gaze still slyly on our watcher. Mike rubbed against me and reached around to cup my breasts with his big dirty hands. No doubt I’d have two palm prints made in dust and dirt on my tank. The house we were moving into had been less than pristine.

I let my head tip back against his shoulder, baring my neck for him to kiss. Mike took the hint and kissed the side of my throat before dragging his teeth down to my shoulder. I moaned, and he squeezed my breasts through my filthy shirt. His hands moved lower and then tugged my tee up so that my breasts were bared. In full view of our watcher below. His hands moved over the side swells, teasing me into another shiver, before finally moving so that he could pinch my nipples between his strong fingers.

I arched back, my ass bumping his hard cock. I was into it now. I wasn’t so much worried about whether our neighbor was watching as hoping he was. I glanced down and there he sat, looking up, face intent, one hand resting on his lap but not moving.

“I hope he jerks off while he watches us,” I said without thinking.

Mike froze and then growled, the rough sound raking across my ear before he bent just enough to shove my shorts down past my knees. They hovered there for a minute before losing their hold and dropping to pool at my ankles.

He held me stable as he dropped to his knees and moved himself in front of me. Our bedroom windows were huge. The tops were well above my head, the wide sills sat almost as low as my knees. I’d toyed with the idea oft making them into reading nooks by installing padded benches for sunny days to be spent with a book. Now I saw another perk to their size. Fucking on the window benches, on full display, would actually be more tempting than reading.

Mike, still caught in the rush from my words, murmured against my thigh, “Let’s see if he will.”

He pulled my panties down and used his forearm to knock my stance a little wider. His being rough and obviously turned on was making this so much better. I was already aroused when his tongue touched me. But the wetness and warmth of his tongue caused another rush of juices to issue from my cunt. His hands held my thighs as he ate me. My head was still tilted back, but my gaze had drifted to our neighbor down below.

He wasn’t jerking off. He was, however, rubbing his crotch with the flat of his palm. I positioned my hips to give Mike better access, and he took it, painting my clitoris with his tongue, arching it to slide into my slippery slit. His fingers dug into the meat of my thighs, and he sucked my clit hard. “Pinch your nipples,” he murmured against my wet slit. “Tug them. Let him see you touching yourself.”

I moaned and followed his instructions as he continued to lap at me, sucking my clit and nudging it with the rigid tip of his tongue. I pinched my nipples, drawing them out from my body until they stung and throbbed. I hissed and my hips shot forward. Mike clamped his mouth to my sex, exhaling heat and humidity. And then went back to soft flicks. I pinched my nipples again, so hard they ached. I came, my head thrown back, a cry breaking free of me. I wondered if our watcher could hear. I had no idea, but I liked to imagine he could.

Mike stood and wiped his lips across the back of his hand, a gesture that never failed to fell me. Then he kissed me, hard and rough. “Press your tits to the window,” he growled into my ear. “Press your body as close to the glass as you can.”

I was grateful that I’d already cleaned the windows. It wouldn’t have really mattered; I was sweaty and grimy and my tank was still rucked up beneath my throat. I pressed my body to the glass, forgetting momentarily that I’d give my right arm to have the AC in the side window pumping in cool air. It was hot and sticky and humid, and that made the whole thing somehow dirtier, which made it more titillating.

Mike tugged off his shorts and his boxer briefs. He stood to my side, watching me, and stroked his cock. “Is he watching?” he asked, conversationally.

I let my eyes drift down without moving my head in the hopes that I wouldn’t appear as if I were watching our neighbor as he watched us.

“He is,” I whispered, my breath fogging the glass. “And his cock is out. He’s holding it.”

Another gruff sound erupted from my husband, and he gave himself a few more strokes before moving in close behind me. He kneed my legs a bit wider apart, so they were positioned to his liking. He grabbed my hips roughly and angled me forward, then he took his damn sweet time running his cockhead along my wetness. He traversed up to my clit and grazed it briefly before sweeping past my aching pussy to nudge my ass. I gasped and hung my head, but through my hair I watched our neighbor as he finally, thankfully, began to jerk off.

“He’s doing it,” I said, roughly. “He’s jerking off.”

Mike grunted and plunged into me so fast and so deep I ended up standing on my tippy toes. My body smashed to the thick glass, my ass angled up so he could fuck me. He held my hips and rammed me harder, looking over my shoulder. We were both watching our watcher get himself off as Mike fucked me, and I felt lightheaded from the oddly addictive intensity of the encounter.

“Rub your clit,” he said.

I didn’t question him; I just did it. I rubbed my clit as his cock pumped in and out of me. I came fast and hard with only a few strokes. My cries bounced off the glass and flew back to my ears.

“Keep going,” he said, fucking me harder. “I want him to come before me.”

I shook my head, smiling. This was the last thing I’d expected while trying to wrestle with the broken blind. I began to rub again, mouth practically kissing the glass as I did. Every thrust pushed me against the panes. I watched the man, so small from our perspective, stroke his cock. I wanted to come again, but not just yet.

I took my free hand and pressed it to the glass to balance myself. Mike took my long hair and wrapped it around his fist. He held it like a lead as his tempo grew more desperate. He was barely holding on. After all these years, I could tell.

“Jesus Christ,” he said.

But the man below in his little lawn chair was thrusting his hips up into his own fist as he jerked off. If I could read body language, and I thought I could, I’d say that he was barely holding on himself.

“She licked her fingers and swirled them around her nipples.”

“Spank my ass,” I said, relishing the whole being on display thing.

Mike released my hair and started to strike me. Each crack sounded like a breaking stick in our bedroom. Pain and pleasure swirled together and flooded my system. I arched back into his striking palm even as instinct dictated I move away.

The added stimulation and heat didn’t help me hold on. I had to grit my teeth to keep from coming. Finally, the man looked toward the sky, and I could tell that had done it.

“He came, he came… ” I was chanting as Mike fucked me.

I rubbed my clit faster, harder, trying to wait for my husband to come with me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck… ” Now he was the one chanting. Then: “Come with me, baby.”

He slammed into me and groaned, and I let myself go. The orgasm rolled over me, and my body shook with the force of it. I glanced down to see the neighbor had stayed for the finale. He sat there, slumped in his chair, still watching us.

Mike pulled out at the last second, and I felt the baptism of his hot come on my ass and upper thighs. We were both panting and sweating. The already too-warm room felt stifling. He rested his head against my back for a moment and then kissed me right between the shoulder blades.

“How’s that for making a house a home?” He laughed and smacked my ass once more just for fun.

“I’d say it’s kind of epic in that particular category. You know what would make it even better?”

“Whips? Bondage? A threesome in the window?”

“I was thinking more: you go get the AC unit for this room before I turn into a puddle.”

He pinched my nipple, and I hissed. “Your wish is my command.”

I spared one more glance down into the neighbor’s yard, and he was gone. I had a feeling we’d be seeing him again.

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