Wife Watches On

Wife Watches On

"Darling, do you think I should buy some new underwear?"

At first, I didn't look up from my phone to engage with my wife who was poking her head around the living room door. I needed time to think. My initial thought whilst still scrolling on my phone was: Is this a trick question? I had to work out the parameters of the potential answers so as to not fall into any bear traps that could have been strategically laid. It should be a simple yes or no answer. Both answers had their problems.

"What and why?" I played the confused role as I finally looked up.

"Ben, it's just that I've just been thinking about it for a bit. Most of my bras and panties are literally falling apart. I got a load of them before we got married."

That seemed an innocent enough reason for the subject. I had not bought myself any recently either. "They've lasted pretty well - six years?" I hadn't meant to turn that into a question, but I always struggle to work out how long we've been married.

Sarah pointedly raised an eyebrow. "Seven."

Seven years... When we were dating, showing off new thongs and bras was often an excuse for Sarah to strip and happily show off her sexy body. She loved to do a fashion show just for me. It was a long time now since she had last done that, and I hadn't noticed her wearing new underwear - then again, my main interest in Sarah's underwear had always been just how quickly I could remove it.

"As always, darling," I said carefully, "it's up to you." Still, it was unusual for Sarah to be asking me about underwear, of all things, when she had work to do. "Aren't you meant to be writing that report?"

Sarah scowled. She had a looming deadline of the following Monday morning and had been working practically night and day for the past week to achieve it. "I am. Honestly, I'm just having a five-minute time-out, thinking about things, that's all."

"Okay," I said, holding my hands up in mock surrender, "I'm not your task manager." In these situations, I just try to make her happy. "Maybe," I added with an impish grin, "I could buy and wrap up some exciting underwear for your birthday?"

She inquisitively tilted her head. I could see in her eyes that she was definitely thinking about it, but a second later they clearly said no. "Ben, thank you, that would be lovely... but I do actually want them to fit."

That hurt, like a forceful punch to the solar plexus. I had once, shortly after the wedding, spent a small fortune on some lacy pink lingerie from Victoria's Secret. It got worn once and was never seen again. I later got told it itched. So much for me being romantic.

I looked up at her and tried to smile. "True. In that case, shall I bring you up a coffee?"

"Is that a hint I should get back to work?"

"Maybe, but trust me. You will look amazing in whatever you wear. Or don't wear."

She rolled her eyes a little at that but smiled. "Aw, thank you, you are sometimes an amazing sweetie."

"Maybe just close that M&S browser down and focus on the report?" I know that I really should let her do what she wants, but my mouth opens before I can close it.

Sarah gave me an intense penetrating stare. "Yes, Sir," she said with a sarcastic salute, turned and laboriously thudded back up the stairs to the spare room.

During the lockdown, the spare bedroom (not the box room, which was actually full of boxes) had been transformed into a workspace. The desk was up against the window so that she could look out during the day, and we spent a fortune on a brand-new leather chair, an IKEA desk and a bright desk light. The sense of space and comfort makes it a very nice room to work in, and we've kept it that way ever since. It's so comfortable in there she now hides for what seems like days on end. Most weekdays, Sarah is back in the office in town, but there's a lot of pressure on her to write reports that are always of course urgent and keep her working sometimes long into the night. Her excuse for working from home whenever she can is that the phone is not constantly ringing to distract her.

I made her a decaf coffee as she often complains that she can't sleep at bedtime and took it up the stairs. As I reached the top of the stairs, I heard the click of a light switch, and I entered the room to find her sitting in the almost dark, the only light coming from the small desk lamp and the computer screen. I put the drink down on the coaster beside the keyboard, kissed her on the top of the head and returned down the stairs and settled back on the sofa.

It was about an hour later, and I was half asleep in front of the television watching David Attenborough either talking about or fighting a lion or something supposedly interesting, I wasn't watching, when Sarah joined me on the sofa. "I've been thinking," she said tentatively, her phone held nervously and angled away from me. "What if I..."

I sat up straight, blinking, unsure whether to be intrigued or concerned. "Go on."

"What if I were to wear something like this to work?" She turned the phone so that I could see it.

There was a very pretty brunette with tanned, flawless skin wearing a matching bra-and-thong set. Very sexy at first glance, with scarlet red lace, and already very unlikely to be worn anywhere except bed. But what really had me spluttering in utter surprise was that the thong was crotchless.

Of course, the model was photographed in such a way with her thighs together that her vagina wasn't seen, but that didn't stop me quickly trying to imagine that I had got a glimpse of it.

"Um," was all I said.

Maybe buying expensive, lacy underwear was something in early twenties; now it was very out of her character. Sarah was someone who, as our marriage has gone on, and definitely more recently, had bought the cheapest, most comfortable range of clothing available. She often bought her clothing a size too big, just for comfort, as style and sexyness did not come as part of her wheelhouse. Sexy underwear was reserved for the most special of occasions. Nowadays, even those events are now extremely rare.

"Thank you, darling. I will buy them." She took the phone off me and smiled happily as she focused on the screen again. Nodding away, she turned and hummed a happy tune as she headed up the stairs.

We don't have children. Taking the pill each night is almost a religious regime, something that is double-checked before the lights go off. Sarah is determined to put her career first, and I have always supported her fully in this. I have my own career to work on too, and although the idea of having kids one day does appeal, I'm in no hurry to embrace fatherhood and all the responsibility that goes along with it.

One of the benefits of there being no children is that Sarah could, if she wanted, wear sexy lingerie around the house. As exciting as that idea was, it was alarmingly out of character for her. Clearly something was going on. Was this a sign that her body clock was ticking? We hadn't had a deep and meaningful conversation on the if or when of trying to conceive. Not recently, anyway.

Or was it something else? I was really quite happy with our marriage routine, but was Sarah? Were we, maybe, 'stuck in a rut'? Or was I all in a panic over nothing? Maybe it was just a whimsical fantasy of hers...

Eventually, about an hour later, she returned to the lounge and settled down next to me with a chocolate biscuit and a cup of tea to watch a repeat of last week's Gardeners' World. Nothing further was said about the sexy underwear and eventually I dismissed it all as a bizarre and momentary fantasy.

That night, however, once I was in bed, she undressed and didn't bother to get into her usual warm, snuggly, cotton pyjamas. She practically dived into bed, grinning and very naked, and landed heavily on me as she gave me a very passionate kiss. I felt the cold air of the bedroom as she snatched the duvet out the way but quickly forgave her as she reached down and slowly began to tease my swelling cock.

With a smile of seductive promise, she shuffled down the bed and wrapped her warm lips about my now erect length, provoking a moan of startled pleasure from me. Normally I have to submit a request in writing, three weeks in advance. In triplicate. That night, I didn't even mention it. Sarah was energised and intense. Her eyes glimmered with excitement as she stroked and sucked. Amazing as this delightful blowjob was, her confidence and determination growing as the tension built within me, my hips thrusting up urgently to meet her devouring mouth, it did seem to me that Sarah was almost possessed.

Sarah was so hungry for sex that night she practically consumed me. Don't get me wrong, I didn't complain. I thoroughly enjoyed the experience. It was loving, it was passionate, it was intense... It was just completely out of character.

But if putting last week's Gardeners' World on the TV had that response, I would absolutely put it on every night for her to give me sex like that.

***

Sarah questioned me the following morning. She was intently spreading the butter on the bread as she dutifully made my sandwiches before I went off to work. "Have you heard or seen if the Jones on Firkin Drive have maybe got in a young lodger?"

I watched on as I did my tie up as she picked up two slices of ham and put them on the bread, squeezing the other slice on top. I had to think. I had not seen them - or, more accurately, heard them - for a while. "No, I haven't. What gives you that idea?"

Gordon Jones was getting on a bit. He kept himself busy in the shed and, at times, was extremely loud and frequent with his hammering and banging, thus the distinctive yells of "Goooordon" from his wife, Felicity, who was forever standing at the back door, hands on hips, demanding attention. She was a slim brunette, far younger than Gordon. You could see why he married her. She was extremely easy on the eye with her rather large chest and matching hips. Our house backs on to theirs, sharing a slatted wooden fence. It gave no noise protection, especially when he was hammering away in the shed.

"Oh, nothing. No reason." She smiled to herself as she carefully cut the sandwich in the middle and folded the tin foil over the bread, placing the finished item in my lunchbox. She immediately began making her own.

"Thank you, see you later." I kissed her on the lips and headed out the door, feeling slightly confused.

***

"Darling, what do you think about me buying a vibrator?" Sarah asked as we finished dinner. She said it with the same tone and inclination of idle speculation that she would have used to discuss the purchase of a new toothbrush. The words coming from her mouth made sense, but didn't sound right.

There had never been any previous conversations mentioning a vibrator, ever. The sex the night before was passionate and amazing, for me at least, so what was she thinking this time? Was I no longer satisfying her in bed? That was a terrifying thought.

With the question flowing around my head, I again saw a plethora of deep holes that I could sink into with the wrong answer. The obvious hole that it would go in, was not the actual one that I thought about. "In what regard?"

She tilted her head inquisitively like I had said the wrong thing. "For us, for me, for you to play with me, have some fun together, not only for me alone." Her eyes sparkled with energy. She ran her hands across the table with nervous energy.

None of this was very reassuring. We do everything together; we are rarely alone. "Is there a problem? Is there something I should know?"

Fear of what was to happen next flowed through my veins, the hairs on my arm twitched. It was fair to say we had never been that adventurous in our sex life, and perhaps we were stuck in that rut of doom. Just how big had the hole become and just how much danger were we of falling in?

Sarah laughed dismissively. "Of course not, Ben. I'm just thinking about these things. Lots of ideas just randomly swirling in my head."

There was no getting around the fact that Sarah is a practical person. Everything she does is planned. Nothing with her is ever random. There is always a structured reason behind everything she says. Sometimes for me it's like a puzzle, not always easy to solve. I just have to work out what it is.

What was I going to have to do? We had never brought toys into the bedroom. Ever. It felt like an admission that something was missing in our sex life, and I really couldn't understand what or why. "Oh, well," I said carefully. "If you want one. It might be fun to use together."

"Thanks, Ben. You're such an amazing husband." Smiling happily, she disappeared, thudding back up the stairs.

That was at least a positive. She was partially involving me in her recent strange and sordid desires.

I should, perhaps, have been more excited about this emerging side of her, but I didn't understand where it was coming from, and the secret obsession was clearly affecting her work. So, I was worried for her, as much as for us as a couple. The concerning factor was that this was the most inattentive Sarah had ever been writing a large, detailed report. Normally, other than the clatter of the keyboard, I did not hear a peep out of her until she ran out of steam, came downstairs and, with a loud sigh, collapsed into the sofa to drink her regulation evening glass of wine.

Now she was almost continuously distracted - but interestingly horny. It was as if a switch had been clicked. That night, she hurriedly undressed me and pushed me onto the bed. I had never seen her so intense, and so demanding.

"Ben, fuck's sake, just squeeze me harder," Sarah barked as I gently held her in place. She was straddling me, hovering teasingly just above my erection. As I pushed my fingers into her soft buttocks, she growled, "Yes! Now bite my nipples."

I wasn't going to complain. I love kissing and licking her breasts. There was a rush of glorious sensation as she slid down on me. I noticed just how juicy and wet Sarah was. It was a strange experience, but extremely fun. That night was full of amazing sex, as passionate as it was delightful. Sarah was incredibly turned on. It was a phenomenal night. Her eyes told me how much she really wanted me. Whatever porn she was spending the evenings watching rather than working, I really needed to see it for myself.

***

As I took my tie off after dinner the following day, I found a box on the bed. It was about the size of a small shoe box, although longer. The brown paper wrapping just screamed 'discreet packaging', and I was equal parts troubled and excited. Mostly the former. Her obsession with sex toys and sexy underwear had me worried that our marriage wasn't enough for her. That I wasn't enough for her. There was a dishonesty to it too. If she ordered it just the day before, no way could it be here already. She had asked yesterday for permission, but it had been bought a while beforehand.

If, when it came to bedtime, she put it in the drawer underneath the bed, with all the other daft impulse purchases (including more scented candles than a small house like ours could ever get through, and honestly the thought of a lifelike rubber dildo gradually absorbing the aromas of jasmine, bergamot and patchouli over the coming years did bring a smile to my face), I would not be disappointed. On the other hand, I had not yet seen the new underwear appear. I assumed it would arrive shortly and found myself oddly curious about it.

Before going downstairs, I checked in on Sarah in the spare room, and was very surprised to see that she was sitting there in the darkness. She was lit only by her desk light as if she was in her own Nordic noir set, where the police offices are darker than the crimes being committed.

"Shall I turn the big light on?" I asked, thinking it would be useful. My finger hovered by the switch.

"God, no!" she barked. "They will know I'm here. Shut the door!"

Before I did, I briefly looked around the room. Did we have an infestation of Borrowers living under the floorboards that she was hiding from? Would staying in the dark hide her from a spooky army? Yes, the room needed to be dusted, there were some large spider webs in the corner of the room. Did they worry her? I did as I was told and shut the door.

Finally, my curiosity got the better of me. "Who is 'they', darling?" I asked as I carefully moved to stand beside her.

"The neighbours," she said calmly, looking dreamily out the window.

I followed her gaze and looked out at the dusky scene of our back garden. Pride of place was our rusting, never-used barbeque at the end of the brick path. I lifted my eyes over the fence to the matching mirror-image back window of the house behind us. We lived in a 1970's semi-detached housing estate, hundreds of identical houses backing onto each other with a small lawn at the rear. The neighbours' lights were on, both in the bedroom and through the vanity glass of the bathroom. The bedroom's curtains were wide open, letting me see the magnolia wall and the blue lampshade on the main ceiling light in the middle of the room.

"Why, darling?"

All I saw was the empty room. It was very strange; it was as if we had become twitchers looking out from our spare bedroom bird hide over the marshland of our back garden. Even to the point of whispering in fear of scaring away the fictional, yet clearly very rare, bird.

"I think we are just in time," she said, flicking off the desk light. In the imposed quiet, the click sounded very loud. "They may not have arrived home yet." We were immersed in the falling darkness, Sarah's hands and face lit only by the light of her computer screen - which Sarah turned off too. I stood beside her in almost pitch blackness. Close enough for my hips to be against her shoulder. I could hear my heart pumping in anticipation. Waiting for something, I had no idea what. "Just watch," Sarah whispered.

As so often, I did as I was told. I was surprised, thinking of the electricity bill, that they had left the lights on. At least I was not paying it.

It was a strange feeling, staring intently at the neighbour's house into what was an empty room. Nothing was happening. I was full of the energy to flee, rather than fighting to stay. I physically jumped as their bedroom door was flung open and a couple walked blindly into the room, engrossed in kissing each other. His hands were everywhere, one moment cupping her breast so that even from a distance I could see her nipple was hard pressing against the silk of her aubergine-coloured shirt, the next lifting the hem of her black skirt around her waist as he groped her ass cheek, giving me a glimpse of her bright red, lacy panties.

"That's certainly not Gordon," Sarah murmured, "but that is definitely Felicity."

Indeed, this was a much younger man. He was younger, and clearly more modern with his looks. His long brown hair was neatly tied up in a top knot, and he was certainly more of a stud than old Gordon. The jigsaw puzzle fell into place. "This is the new lodger you were talking about."

Watching Felicity passionately kiss this man who was not her husband, I wondered distractedly how I would react if I bumped into Felicity in the street. "Hey, have fun last Friday night?" Or if I met her getting milk in the local corner shop. "How's your new lover?"

Sarah and I watched as they practically devoured each other. Soon they were standing at the edge of the bed, but Felicity pushed him gently away every time his eager fingers sought to undress her.

Abruptly I was anxious. Was this a mere flirtation on her part that was about to escalate? "What is she doing?" I asked with genuine confusion.

"Please be patient, Ben. The show is just beginning."

The show, she said, as if there would be a catchy musical backing track. Perhaps I'd even know the words. Just how many times, I wondered, had she watched them do this. Just how horny was Felicity for this younger man? Seeing her push away his increasingly determined hands was making me anxious. "This feels wrong, darling. We shouldn't be watching; we should help her."

Sarah ignored me, her focus unwaveringly on the view out the window.

"Ooh, this is different." Sarah bounced on the chair and the hydraulic stalk squeaked as her weight rose and fell. The light in the neighbour's bathroom window was suddenly turned off.

Confusion reigned. Was there someone else there?

"What - who is that?" I asked in surprise. A second man in just his jeans and with a large tattoo on his arm entered through the bedroom door. This topless, muscular figure took over, kissing Felicity whilst Top Knot sat on the end of the bed and pulled off his socks.

"I don't know. I have only seen the first guy, the one with the nice hair, with Felicity this week."

I had longer, nicer hair when we got together. The pennies started dropping, and there was a definite stirring in my crotch as my anxieties eased.

Top Knot stood, dropped his jeans, and shuffled up on the bed, his back to us. Felicity turned around and hurriedly removed her panties, before climbing up onto the bed.

There I was, in my spare bedroom, looking out of the window at my neighbour practically naked on all fours on her own spare bed. Every instinct of politeness told me to run away, go downstairs and watch something, preferably on the TV.

I could hardly believe my own eyes as Felicity, with a huge happy smile on her face, stroked Top Knot's erect cock, pausing only to cross over her arms and remove her top. I was treated to a perfect view of her large plump breasts as she flung the aubergine shirt away. I would never be able to look at her in the same way again. They were phenomenal. Seeing your neighbour naked is one thing, but spying on her having sex is next level creepy. I was ashamed of myself, but I was enjoying far too much the sight of Felicity as she grinned happily and lovingly at both of her men.

I could see her lips move and wished I could hear the words being said, but at the same time I was begging them to close the curtains. I really didn't need to be watching this. I was respectable, not a pervert, especially with my wife beside me. The way my crotch was responding proved this situation was as hot as it was embarrassing.

"Mostly it has just been the man with hair," Sarah murmured, "teasing Felicity with a huge vibrator for what feels like delightful hours before finally having sex."

At last, I understood the source of her recent strange behaviour.

"I can imagine that was fun," I whispered back.

She snorted with laughter. "It certainly was for Felicity."

Sarah was meant to be sitting at the desk and working on her report, not staring out her window at a live sex show with me beside her. I glanced down at the desk and, my eyes having adjusted finally to the darkness, I saw what looked like a hand-held microphone but was, of course, our own new vibrator lying next to the computer keyboard. The cardboard box on the bed was clearly empty and its contents were not going to be filed and forgotten any time soon. Had Sarah planned on using the dildo alone in the back bedroom watching these three?

Felicity stroked Top Knot's cock as Tattoo hurriedly removed his jeans and boxers. I didn't want to miss a detail, but I noticed that Sarah had quietly wiggled around and dropped her skirt to the floor. As she kicked it off her toes, I regretted a little not being helpful and undressing her.

Whilst still passionately kissing Top Knot, Felicity swapped to playing with Tattoo's cock. Top Knot's hands were around the back of her head, her hair all squished up.

I also was very erect as I enjoyed the show from less than twenty yards away. Part of me worried that we could be seen, and how embarrassing that would be. Yes, we were standing in the darkness, but we were not so well concealed that they could see us if they looked.

"Look at what she is doing," Sarah breathed as her hand sought distractedly for my fly. Her fingers slid inside my trousers and with careful determination eased out my cock. I was grateful, in truth, to be freed of that increasing discomfort but felt a fresh anxiety as it dawned on me that I was standing there with the curtain wide open and my erect cock visible.

"Yes, I can see." I gulped as her fingertips teased their way up along my shaft. Her attention was completely fixed somewhere else entirely.

"Don't you think that's amazing. So stylish."

"Well, yes, I do," I stammered.

Her hand gripped my cock. "Is that something you would like to be part of?" Leaning over, she kissed the tip of my throbbing shaft and murmured, "Would it excite you to share me with another man?"

Just what was Sarah thinking? Ignoring the question, I said only, "Hmmm, I love you, darling."

She wrapped her lips about my cock and sucked gently for a few seconds, enough to draw a moan of lust from my lips. "I'll do this properly later," she said, and returned her attention to the scene we were watching through the window as her cool fingers slowly continued to stroke my shaft. This was an amazing feeling; we had only ever had fun on either the sofa or on the bed.

'Yes please,' I said in my head. "If you are sure," I replied aloud.

Felicity pulled away from Top Knot and there were clearly words being exchanged. He shuffled off the bed, giving us a brief glance at his hairy, sweaty buttocks as he blocked our view. I looked down at Sarah who was looking intently out the window, admiring those buttocks. Finally, Top Knot finally made his way around the bed, and we saw Felicity going down on Tattoo.

Her head and hair were bobbing up and down, and it was clear that she was still giving Tattoo head. We watched in silence, unable to hear what was being said. Top Knot came from behind and grabbed her ass before kneeling on the bed behind her. We could see his huge erection, which made me feel a little inferior, before he slapped his crotch against her bottom. It was done with as much force as rugby players engaging in a scrum.

Our windows were closed, but even from our spot I am convinced I heard the loud, guttural moan of pleasure as he penetrated her because, at the very same moment, she released Tattoo's cock from her mouth as she raised her head. She grinned and looked up lovingly and briefly kissed Tattoo on the lips - before bending over and going down on him again. Felicity was certainly enjoying herself.

As was I. The noise I heard might well have come from my own mouth. Sarah glanced up and smiled at me, her hand stroking my cock faster and faster.

Watching our neighbour having sex with two men in her back bedroom was surreal, and I was trying to process it. I was standing there watching live porn with my wife, and there was no pausing it to make a cup of tea or, more importantly, to find a tissue as her passionate stroking continued.

I was in awe; Top Knot had stamina. He was pounding Felicity hard, and even from our far distance I could see his impacts wobble the flesh of her buttocks and thighs - like travelling waves, the aftershocks from each passionate thrust into her. Positioned as she was, we couldn't see her face, or even her large swinging breasts as she bobbed up and down, consuming Tattoo.

"He is amazing," Sarah announced, extremely breathily. "You can really tell she is enjoying this."

Was this code for Sarah equally having pleasure from the scene? And secondly: Which 'he'? My other thought, which concerned me, was who was she enjoying most? An answer I didn't want to hear, so I don't dare ask.

"That's good," I declared. All else aside, I was certainly enjoying what Sarah was doing with her hand.

"Yes, it is. Ben, please put your hand on my breast," she ordered between deep breaths. I shuffled closer, my hips firmly touching her shoulders, and slipped my right hand down her top. I was surprised to find that Sarah was braless too. I cupped her left breast and brushed her nipple with my thumb. Had this been her plan, or was it meant to be a private session of her and Felicity, separated only by the garden? By standing there, was I interrupting Sarah's evening of playing with herself whilst watching Felicity screw her men?

At the same time, it dawned on me that I was meant to be downstairs on my own, just watching TV... or scrolling on my phone.

I was not going to question any more. Our focus was only on the house opposite through the window, as Sarah's breathing got faster as I continued to massage her breast. Sarah was clearly enjoying both my touch and watching the other men fuck Felicity, and she continued pleasuring me with her hand in perfect synchrony with Top Knot.

"Ben, I need to let you know," Sarah said, her tone sincere, "I truly, deeply love you, and I really don't need another man."

That was a profound relief to hear. I wasn't sure I could cope with the alternative. I did not - I don't - want to share Sarah with anyone.

"That's good to hear. I love you too."

I couldn't help but moan a little, though, as her hand stroked faster. We could both see that Top Knot had picked up the pace. Sarah was watching intently, but equally fidgeting and panting. The chair squeaked louder and louder as she bounced herself on her buttocks. I was still dutifully caressing her left breast but now trapping and squeezing her swollen nipple between my fingers.

"I need you now, Ben," Sarah moaned as she pulled my hand from her breast. For a moment I was anxious that I had done something wrong.

"Oh?" I asked in confusion as she also let go my cock. I felt a little foolish, and very exposed, just standing there with my erect cock on display in front of the window.

Sarah stood up and I instinctively took a step back. I wasn't sure whether she meant me to be watching Felicity, or her.

I flicked my eyes between the two. Felicity was still bobbing away enthusiastically at the same time as being pounded from behind. In front of me, Sarah was slowly, seductively bending over her desk, and I smiled as I saw the red panties. She had been wearing them all along. "Ben," she said, "can you maybe ignore naked Felicity for a minute or two, and take me?" It really wasn't a question.

I hesitated, still concerned that anyone could see us, my wife with her left breast hanging out her top, me naked with my cock out and about to fuck her from behind.

"Ben..."

"Yes?" This all felt very strange, an outer body experience. Was this me doing the act?

"Now."

She had shuffled her feet and spread her legs a little and leant down over the desk, supporting herself on her elbows whilst pushing her ass invitingly in front of me. We had never had sex in this position before. It was an adventure. Everything we had done before had been particularly vanilla, very much missionary. Now with my cock poking forward with intent, she reached down and guided me in. I entered her easily. Quickly. Through, amazingly, her crotchless underwear. Sarah gasped. I grunted. She was very wet. I lost all interest in what was going on through the window in front of me. I was completely lost in the moment and the astonishing woman before me.

Sarah wanted me. I was there, my hands squeezing her hips, tugging at the flimsy lace panties as my balls slapped against her. I was so turned on, and she was moaning, gasping, asking me to go faster. The desk was squeaking as I rocked her body against it, backwards and forwards. Her groans of pleasure were loud and drove me on. Harder and harder, faster and faster, I thrust into her.

Far too quickly, I achieved that delightful goal - and Sarah was there before me. She yelped, shuddered, groaned and collapsed further onto the desk as she came. I was gasping, the energy between us intense. Her legs were visibly shaking, and I could feel the wetness on my own legs as we dribbled and dripped from the excitement. I eased out and stood back, running my fingers daintily and affectionately over my wife's hips.

I looked up, and coughed, as I gently tapped Sarah on the hips to get her attention silently, asking her to stand up. "Darling?" I gulped.

"Yes?" she wheezed, "that was amazing. I love you so much." She leaned on her elbows, breathing hard.

"Wonderful, I love you too Sarah, but..."

Across the garden, over the other side of the wooden fence in the middle of the mirror image window, Felicity was standing naked between her two equally naked men, making deliberate eye contact with me. Knowing full well that I was watching her, she turned to her two men and kissed them passionately, one at a time, on the lips, stroking their faces. And she wasn't the only one aware of us. The three of them stood there triumphantly, their arms across their chests, grinning back at us.

With eye contact confirmed, panic set in a little. Felicity smiled at us and waved. Top Knot stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist as he kissed her neck. One of his large hands moved up, cupped and squeezed Felicity's phenomenally plump breast; the other hand slowly and purposefully travelled down over the bump of her belly, disappearing out of view below the windowsill. It was obvious what his fingers were doing; we could see her eyes were alive with excitement as she shuffled around and focused on closing the curtains.

Despite everything, I was disappointed Sarah had described it as a show, and on some level, I was hoping for an encore, for the curtains to reopen and the band to start up again. We would watch another grope, another kiss, followed by all three of them in one more energised fucking session. Instead, I was standing there with my own limp, dripping cock, holding my warm wife as my focus was glued out the window looking at the backs of the very closed curtains.

With my heart thumping hard, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I was devoid of the right answer. We just had sex in front of the neighbours. I was still frozen to the spot. What was I meant to do now?

I was brought out of my confused daze as Sarah's hot lips touched mine. Her warm body pressed firmly against me. The smells of perfume, sweat and sex were emanating from her, and my attention was very much back on track.

"Ben darling," she purred, her breath wet against my cheek, "I don't care about her or her men. Only you. Please, I want to go to the bedroom, and I need to go again with you." She wiggled her hips and dropped the crotchless panties to the floor as her fingers caressed my slimy cock.

"Of course," I replied instantly, and very naturally responded to her passionately moving hand.

She smiled as she kissed me on the lips and took my hand - and dragged me very willingly to our bedroom.

***

The following morning, a very happy and excited Sarah promised me a fried breakfast. "We deserve it," she said, and we definitely did. I had not had sex twice in one night - along with sex on waking up - for years, since just after our honeymoon. There was just one small issue. On getting downstairs and opening the fridge, we discovered we had neither eggs nor bacon in the house. "I'll cook," she said, "if you go out and buy them."

As I walked around our local corner shop, trying to work out where the eggs were hiding, I found myself staring at a very recognisable arse in extremely tight fitting and particularly stretched leggings. She was leaning over the baked goods and using the large metal tongs. I hesitated, unsure what to do. I had to get past, but I couldn't help admiring her curves and her large breasts were clearly braless as they swung freely beneath her top. I watched intently from behind her as she picked three large croissants and put them in the brown paper bag.

I eased past, hoping to escape notice, but just like twelve hours ago she turned and made eye contact. My throat instantly went dry. Her smiling at me did nothing to stop me remembering her naked body on the bed with her delightful breasts swinging like a rhythmic pendulum backwards and forwards.

"Morning." Felicity smiled sweetly and gently nodded her head in acknowledgement as she folded the top of the paper bag over, only breaking eye contact as she reached over and picked up a large baguette. As Felicity looked at me once again, she made a show of gently caressing and stroking the tip with her hand. I half expected her to open her mouth wide to consume the knob just like she had done with Tattoo and Top Knot the night before.

"Morning, it's a lovely day," I replied, lacking the ability to make any further sensible communication.

"It is nice to see the sun out," she agreed. "The weather's getting warmer again." She smiled a warm contented look and headed off to the tills. "No doubt I'll see you both later," she called back.

I couldn't move. My feet were stuck to the floor as if surrounded by concrete as I watched her practically trot down the aisle, her curvaceous arse cheeks bouncing and wiggling in her stretched leggings. But then I looked up and finally spotted the eggs. With a bit of effort, I managed to make my legs work.

Over breakfast, I told Sarah about the encounter. "Maybe she just said it as a turn of phrase," I concluded.

Sarah disagreed, however. "I... have an idea."

That night, in the back bedroom, both lights were on this time, and curtains were again wide open, and as Sarah requested, we were naked together. I couldn't argue, it was a nervous moment, the urge to close the curtains was intense. It was the first time I got to use the vibrator on her. I honestly thought it would hurt her; it was the sort of event that I would have hoped that we could have done in the privacy of the bedroom with the curtains shut. But Sarah's face told me she was extremely happy with the vibrator, and with me as she sat balanced on the very edge of her desk with her legs spread wide apart, the lips between her thighs glistening as she moaned and panted. The desk was creaking away over the hum of the vibrator and Sarah's whimpers.

As always, Sarah was correct, because at the same time as she was panting and lovingly looking at me, we were both keeping one eye on what was going on twenty yards away, as she correctly predicted. We copied them and as I excitedly entered her, we genuinely did get to see the beautiful and very naked Felicity enjoying being fucked by the man who Sarah described as 'handsome' Top Knot.

The End.

I need to thank StillStunned for letting me use one of his stories as inspiration for this. Secondly and rather importantly AlinaX for going through with a fine-tooth comb and actually making the story readable.

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