I See You (Alternate ending)

It has been three years since Alex and Roxanne got married. Their relationship once burst with passion, novelty, and emotional intensity. Everything was new - from waking up beside each other to discovering each other's quirks, preferences, and bodies. There used to be frequent sex, romantic getaways, playful teasing, and a general sense of "us against the world."

But as time passed, life begins to settle into patterns. The novelty fades, and the responsibilities piled up. From waking up early morning racing against time to reach their individual workplace, working overtime, career stress, bills to pay, etc... to weekend plans getting replaced by "we should save" discussions, intimacy delayed because "we're too tired tonight" and the list goes on. Sex life becomes routine and plateaued - maybe once or twice a week, sometimes less. Once often discussed, fantasies are rarely spoken about; instead, they stay in minds or are explored through porn or fiction individually.

Alex, always direct and unhesitating about his wildest, craziest, whimsical sexual fantasies, felt they needed to rejuvenate their relationship and seek fantasy to feel alive again. A healthy one, so as to say, on mutual consent, emotional maturity, and boundaries.

The city lights glowed just outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of their 10th-floor lavish service apartment which they had booked for three nights. They had finally got the break from work they have been long waiting for. It was past midnight, and the world outside had quieted - but inside, the tension was anything but calm.

Alex and Roxanne laid on the bed, kissing and fondling with each other. Both are in their late 30s, still attractive, but emotionally distanced in recent months.

"Roxy, darling, you ever wonder what happened to us? I mean... we used to be wild. You'd climb on top of me before I even shut the door", Alex asked as he laid beside, stroking her long silky hair with his fingers.

"You used to kiss me, make love to me, destroy me like the world was ending. Now you fall asleep before I even take off my bra", Roxanne smiled faintly.

"I miss that. I miss you. I don't want this to become... predictable. Safe is good, but sexy? We haven't been sexy in months", he laughed.

"I know. I feel it too. I still want you... it's just, the spark feels buried under laundry and grocery lists", she sighed.

Alex, slightly hesitant, "What if we tried something... different? Out of the box. Not forever. Just... to feel that rush again?".

"Different how, babe?"

Alex gently, choosing words, "Ever thought about... being watched? Or watching others? Like a fantasy... voyeurism, exhibition, that sort of thing".

Roxanne gasped. "You mean we set up a camera in the bedroom, like porn?", she asked.

"Well, not exactly what I had in mind but I love your idea. Hold that thought", Alex grinned.

"I meant in real. Us. Maybe being watched... or watching. Not jumping into anything extreme. Just... exploring", Alex nervously smiling.

Roxanne quietly but hesitantly, "That's a big leap, Alex. From skipping date night to showing off in front of strangers?"

"I've had thoughts. Fantasies. Like... you in that sexy red dress, no bra, letting someone see you. And me watching, knowing you're mine."

"That's... intense. I don't know, love", Roxanne blushed but intrigued.

Alex leans closer with his fingers sliding from her chin to her cleavage, "It turns me on, Roxy. The thought of you being desired, watched. And you knowing I'm right there... owning it, sharing it."

"And what next, you want someone else to touch me too?", she laughed nervously.

"Only if you want to. There are couples who explore that together - swinging, even cuckolding. It's about trust, boundaries, and fantasy. Not betrayal".

"And if I liked it... if I enjoyed someone else watching me? Or touching me?", Roxanne asked quietly as she noticed his penis go erect and hard.

"Then I'd want you to own it. Enjoy it. As long as we're honest - every step is ours", Alex gazed into her eyes, cupping and feeling her soft firm breasts over her silk robe, partly open and her thighs exposed. Her long nipples growing harder underneath.

They kissed passionately but after a pause she said, "It's wild. Part of me is shocked you're saying this. The other part... is imagining it", she looked at Alex half smiling.

"So which part is winning?", he grinned at her.

"The one that's curious. Truly nervous. But very, very curious", Roxanne bit her lips, whispering.

Alex pulls her close, "Then we start slow. Just watch. Just talk. No pressure. Just... play."

"Only if you promise to kiss me like the world's ending again", she ran her fingers down his chest to grabbing his long hard penis.

"Every. Damn. Night", locking eyes and they kissed wildly while she began to stroke his penis.

Alex got out of the bed and stood while she sat down on the edge to face him and grab his penis. She began to stroke his cock back and forth, feeling the veins thicken. She kissed and licked the tip of his penis and began to lick from the bottom to the top before swallowing it wholly. She looked up at him while she licked and sucked every inch of his penis. Looking at Alex, she slowly spat a thick white load of her saliva onto his penis and continued to stroke, lick, suck and swallow, taking it deep down her throat making it sloppy and messy. She felt his thick veined penis sliding in and out of the upper side of her mouth, over her tongue and all around.

For a moment, she had the urge to bite and rip off his long hard penis in her mouth. She giggled wickedly as she sucked his cock. He grabbed and held her long hair into a ponytail, looked down on her and commanded to open her mouth wider with the penis in.

Like a naughty college girl who wanted to be punished by her handsome sexy teacher, she obliged.

He carefully spat onto his thick cock, into her mouth, while some fell on her face and continued to fuck her mouth as she could taste both their mixed warm saliva and the slippery precum on her tongue. Half the saliva would come out her mouth, dripping down her chin and onto her breasts, sliding all the way down to her vagina. Roxanne loved the dominant authoritative power of Alex over her as he continued to pull her hair back and control her head movement.

"Would you like to cum in my mouth or in my pussy babe?" Roxanne pulled out and gasped, smiled and raised her head to look at Alex.

"In your mouth. I will fuck you later. Now, stop talking", Alex groaned.

She smiled and returned to his penis, tickling his frenulum with the tip of her tongue and feeling his cock jerk and jerk, before taking it deep inside her mouth, choking, gargling, slurping, until she almost gagged.

She readied herself for his climax as his hip movements got faster and his breathing ragged, and then it came. The underside of his penis resting on her tongue bulged out and a stream of semen shot into the back of her throat. She felt the warm, sticky, slimy cream in her mouth as she swallowed happily.

Roxanne gagged and was trying to swallow when another stream of ejaculate surged into her mouth, making her splutter. She grabbed the base of his penis and pulled him out of her mouth just as he ejaculated again, spraying semen into her face and onto her chest this time. His penis started to soften and his ejaculations withered away. Semen was running down her face and dripping off her chin as she looked at him and smiled.

"WOW!!", she exclaimed. "That was an explosion."

"Fuck yeah, the thought of someone watching you turned me on, Roxy baby."

Couple of weeks had passed by and they booked the same apartment again over the weekend. It was Friday evening. Roxanne stood by the window in nothing but a red silk robe. She looked ravishing, gorgeous and sexy, the moonlight shinning off her robe, as she sipped her wine and pretending to admire the view. Her heart beat faster as she felt Alex's gaze burning into her from across the room. They had played this game before. Tonight, it was her idea.

"Do you think anyone can see me?" she asked, her voice low and teasing.

Alex smirked, leaning against the kitchen counter. "That's the point, isn't it?"

She let the robe slip off her shoulder, baring one side of her body to the cold pane. She could feel the night air leaking through the glass, raising goosebumps on her skin - and her nipples, already hardened, brushed against the coolness like a dare.

She glanced over her shoulder. "What if someone across the street is still awake?"

Alex approached slowly, his voice a whisper. "Let them watch."

Roxanne stepped back until she felt the glass at her spine. Alex's hand slid around her waist, the other gliding down her hip. She moaned softly as he kissed her neck, all while her body stayed framed in the wide-open window. The idea of being seen - of being desired by anonymous eyes - sent a thrilling chill through her core.

Alex pulled her tighter. "You like the idea of someone watching you like this? Watching you take it?"

She answered with a moan and a grind of her hips, hungry now, reckless.

He turned her to face the window, her breasts pressed hard against the glass, parting her legs with his knee. From behind, he brushed her long hair to one side over her shoulder and began to kiss the other side of her exposed neck. He licked, sucked and bit her neck as she let out a moan.

He grabbed her breasts, squeezed them and pinched her nipples, pulling and making them long and hard. He ran a hand up her thigh, teasing, then further.

Her vagina was wet as he shoved his finger inside her - just enough to make her press herself back against him, desperate for more. She felt and moaned to his thick long fingers inside her, stroking gently, feeling her wet slippery soft skin. With one firm grip, he held her by the hips, made her bend forward as she placed both her hands on the glass, rubbed his cock against her vagina, teasing her for a while before pushing himself in with a slow and deep thrust, their reflection mirrored in the dark window from inside.

Roxanne gasped and let a loud moan.

Outside, the city slept. But somewhere, maybe, someone watched. And that made it all the hotter.

Lo and behold, it finally did. Alex had spotted movement as he fucked his wife harder and deeper against the window. A faint flicker of light in one of the units directly across the neighboring building. Someone had been watching. Not just passing by. Not just awake.

Watching.

And when he pointed it out, Roxanne hadn't looked more embarrassed. She'd bitten her lip. She grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bed naked and giggling. Roxanne put on her robe back. Neither of them can truly believe that this is happening.

"It's actually happening, babe!!", Roxanne cried excited and nervous.

"Let's do this, love!!", Alex whispered and grinning.

Now, as Alex dimmed the lights and sat on the edge of their bed, Roxanne stepped into the same spotlight of moon and city glow. But this time, she deliberately untied her robe, letting it flutter to the floor. Naked, confident, she pressed her palms to the glass and arched slightly - on display, owning every inch of it.

"That window, two floors up, three to the left," Alex murmured. "They're home."

Her pulse raced.

She looked out. The blinds across the street were cracked just enough. A soft light glowed inside. Her eyes adjusted - and there they were.

A figure. Standing still. Staring back.

She could feel it - an invisible thread of lust connecting them across the chasm of glass and air. Her nipples tightened, her core clenched. She turned halfway toward Alex, her voice trembling with arousal.

"They're watching me again..."

Alex stood, coming up behind her, pressing himself to her back like a heatwave. His voice was low, proud, hungry.

"They want you. Just like I do."

He kissed her shoulder, hands running along her sides. But his eyes never left the figure across the street. Neither did hers.

As his fingers slipped between her thighs and into her wet vagina, she gasped - not just from the pleasure, but from the intensity of being consumed by two sets of eyes. Alex's from up close... and the stranger's, from afar.

She didn't stop. She didn't flinch.

She performed.

Alex moved and stood in front of her with his back facing the window. He knelt down, placed his hand on the side of her thighs, held her soft firm well rounded buttocks and shoved his face to her vagina. Roxanne is wet as ever. His tongue moved around her clitoris licking the outer soft skin and then moving inward to reach her uncontrollable glorious g-spot.

She gasped and let out a loud moan as she placed her hands on the window pane and was trembling and struggling to stand still as he devoured her vagina. He pushed his fingers in her vagina as he licked simultaneously, pulled out, moved further and shoved his wet fingers in her asshole.

She moaned louder. She felt his wet fingers pushing and rubbing deep in her asshole while his tongue explored every inch of her vagina not sparing a spot. Her body arched, trembling, as his tongue danced over her soaked heat - and then it hit. A raw, uncontrollable cry tore from her lips, half-moan, half-plea, filled with pure, feral need.

"Oh God - yes, right there - don't stop!" Roxanne gasped, hips bucking, voice broken by ecstasy.

She wanted to cum and explode in his mouth and that's exactly what she did. She squirted out her cum in his mouth and onto his face.

Alex got up and moved behind her. He cupped her breasts from behind, lifting them. Roxanne gasped as she felt his fingers on her nipples, pulling, pinching and circling, toying with her beautiful tits.

He moved his hands behind her back and felt for his groin. She felt his flesh immediately and moaned. To Roxanne's excitement, for some idiopathic reason, she felt his penis bigger this time. She ran her fingers over the head between her legs. It was definitely wet and slippery.

Alex felt between her legs, his fingers separating her labia, and slid his long hard thick penis into her vagina. The head hit her cervix.

"Ooof", she cried.

He pulled back then pushed again, and again, and again, and again.

His penis went in further, his head brushing underneath her cervix. Her clitoris was on fire, her heart was thumping, her breathing laboured. Roxanne whimpered with pleasure. He pulled his penis out, teasing her again.

"Please make love to me", she moaned.

"We are not making love right now. We're fucking", Alex groaned like a wild animal.

She knew what he wanted.

"Please fuck me."

"You want my cock?"

"Yes. Please... please... oh god, please fuck me with your big cock." she cried and begged making Alex hornier.

And he did. He pulled right back and then started fucking her. Roughly. Pounding. Battering in and out of her. His testicles bounced against her clitoris with each thrust.

She cried out each time, a cry of utter joy and pleasure. She felt his thick cock, stretching her entrance to its limits. It also felt very, very good inside her.

Roxanne wriggled around, trying to give him pleasure, her breasts swinging wildly as she held onto the glass window.

After feeling like a millennium, Alex fucked her mercilessly, his movements pushing her body all over the place.

Gradually, Roxanne felt a slow burn start deep inside her vagina, then spread throughout her body. She clenched all of her muscles, trying to hold onto it.

"Cum for daddy, you little married slut. Cum on my cock." Alex growled.

Suddenly, her whole body tensed. She felt a jolt inside her vagina that reverberated through her body, and an urgent need to pee.

"Aaaaaah. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God", Roxanne cried loud.

Her clitoris throbbed. Waves of pleasure coursed through her body. Her nippled felt like steel. Her arms and legs shook.

"It's my turn now.", Alex groaned and pulled out his penis. He turned her around with her back against the window and lifted her right leg.

"I thought you were going to cum on my back", she smiled and said.

"Don't you want to feel my cock ejaculate deep inside you?", Alex grinned.

"God, yes. I did. I wanted to feel every twitch. I want you to fill me up and ruin me"

"Good, then I will. l'll empty my balls into your hungry slutty cunt."

"Alex, baby, I just love it when you talk dirty to me. Yes, mama wants her slutty cunt to be filled with her daddy's cream."

He started thrusting again, grunting as he used her body for his pleasure. She felt herself respond again, that burning fire that needed quenching.

It didn't take long before he gave a guttural cry. She felt his cock expand and jerk.

His semen squirted into her vagina, making everything wet and slimy. It oozed out around the base of his cock. Her pelvic muscles tensed and she let out a sigh.

His thrusts slowed down to match his ejaculations. Her muscle contractions chimed with his. Eventually, we stopped.

Alex pulled his cock out and suddenly she felt very empty. The thick white creamy slimy semen oozed out of her vagina.

They both kissed so vigorously and passionately before turning back to the window, staring at the stranger afar.

Roxanne noticed the stranger's movement as rhythmic. Deliberate. A silhouette - masculine, bold - half-shrouded in darkness but unmistakable in its intent. Shoulders tense, arm working slow and steady, body shifting with each pulse of pleasure. There was no shame, no hesitation - just raw desire, unfolding silently in the dark.

And somewhere in the darkened building across the way, the stranger's silhouette grew bolder. One hand moved slowly... unmistakably. They weren't just watching. They were touching themselves and masturbating.

They were craving. Alex knew, whoever the stranger was, they craved long and hard. The deep dark dirty desire intensified. They craved for her. They craved for his wife. They want her, and he knew.

Roxanne stood there leaning back on Alex as he hugged her from behind, smiling and staring at the stranger ever so seductively, her skin still damp with sweat, her hair wet, her chest rising and falling as the echoes of her climax lingered in her bones. But it wasn't just the sex that left her trembling - it was the eyes. The knowing presence. The fact that someone had watched her unravel.

There was something wildly intoxicating about it - the way her moans had filled the room, knowing they weren't just for her husband, but for the silent witness too. She felt powerful, exposed, beautiful. Desired in a way that was deeper than physical.

A delicious flush warmed her skin - part embarrassment, part pride. Every gasp, every movement had been seen, appreciated, maybe even fantasized about.

And Roxanne - once shy, once tentative - smiled at the window. She raised one hand and slid a finger down her breast, past her stomach, down further, right where Alex's hand was already working her to make her cum more, exhibiting her for the stranger.

And now, lying in the aftermath, her body still humming, she felt something she hadn't in a long time: alive... wanted... undeniably erotic.