Caught in the Act

I’d slept like crap that night and decided to grab a glass of water from the kitchen. With it in hand, I wandered into the living room, cracked the window open, and flicked on the TV. Nothing but garbage was on, so I peered out at the street, hoping for something interesting. Just as I was about to call it quits and head back to bed, a light snapped on in the house across the way.

A couple was going at it, full throttle. I killed the TV and nudged the blinds apart for a better view.

The woman was perched on the windowsill, facing away from me, getting pounded hard by her guy. My shorts tightened as I sprang to life. I ditched them quick and started stroking myself, lost in the fantasy that I was the one railing her. Sure, my fiancée was just a room away, but she was out cold, and here I was, working my shaft. I could faintly hear the woman’s moans, her blonde hair bouncing wild. Then they switched it up.

Now she was kneeling on the sill, pressing her full chest against the glass. They weren’t as big as my fiancée’s, but a solid B-cup, easy. I jerked harder, feeling the pressure build, ready to blow – when a hand grabbed my balls and squeezed.

I whipped around, startled, and there was my fiancée, standing behind me.

She had on this sheer little nightgown, no underwear, the works. She glanced at what I was up to, cleared her throat, and said, “You think it’s cool to spy on random couples screwing?” I froze, looked down at my throbbing self, then up at her. “I was just so turned on, and you were asleep…” I didn’t get further – she yanked me close and shoved her tongue in my mouth.

The tip of me brushed her flimsy nightgown, and I was pulsing again. She slid the straps off her shoulders, letting it drop, standing there naked. Her hands wrapped around me, pumping me back to full size. She tugged the skin back ‘til it stung a little and flicked her tongue over the head.

I sank onto the couch, and she followed, taking me in her mouth. We stretched out along the cushions, her ass hiked up high. I was close again, but this time I pulled back.

I flipped her over so she faced the window, bent her over the armrest, and eased my rock-hard length into her tight heat from behind. She let out a soft moan and pushed the blinds wider to watch the show across the street.

I thrust harder, deeper, and soon her body clenched around me. I slid out of her dripping core, spit on my fingers, and rubbed it around her backdoor along with her own wetness. Then I pressed in, gripping her hips as I sank into her ass. She gasped, loud and wild, as I moved inside her.

My fingers found her clit, teasing, and she came again, squeezing me even tighter. She lurched forward, flipped onto her back, and told me to slide between her heavy breasts. She mashed them together, and I started thrusting, her tongue darting out to catch me now and then.

Through a gap in the blinds, I could see the neighbors still going strong, and it fueled me. “Come on, drench me, you horny bastard!” she growled. I felt it surging, and seconds later, I unloaded – all over her chest, her face, some in her hair. She smeared it across her skin, eyes hazy, and stared at me. “Next time you’re worked up, come to me – don’t jerk off to strangers, got it?” I nodded, crystal clear, and watched her saunter back to bed.