When is a menage not a menage? When all players aren’t in the same room maybe? But ability to touch isn’t everything. With one person watching two others get down and dirty, sometimes it’s almost the same thrill as being there.
If this excerpt doesn’t prove that, then I’ll be a monkey’s uncle! Or aunt, as applicable.
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Neighborhood Watch by Jocelyn Dex
Happily married Astral would never cheat on her husband, but when the moving guy next door sparks her exhibitionist fantasy, will she take it too far and get herself in trouble?
There were no lights next door, but through the slats of the wooden fence separating the yards, she saw the tip of a cigarette glowing and caught the light scent of burning tobacco drifting through the air. She squinted and the next time Paul took a drag, she caught a glimpse of his face. He was looking right at her. Her body instantly burned, nerve endings tingled. How long had he been watching her?
She turned her head to look in the kitchen window and saw her husband on the phone, an annoyed expression on his face. Must be work related.
Astral blamed the wine for the naughty ideas running through her mind. When she looked back to the fence, she slid her hands up the back of her shirt, unhooked her bra and pulled it out one sleeve, letting it drop to the ground before undoing the top three buttons of her shirt. Then she stood, kicked off her shoes, hiked up her skirt and slowly peeled her panties off. It felt fantastically dirty and she giggled at her audaciousness.
Turning in her chair so she was facing the fence, she brazenly propped one leg on the table, exposing herself to his gaze. God, she couldn’t believe she was doing this, but it was such a fucking turn-on. She’d never do it if it was with someone she’d see every day, but she didn’t have to worry about that with him.
A moment of guilt set in spoiling her fun. What if it was a woman next door and Dane was putting on a peep show for her? Would Astral be upset? No. She trusted him and had to admit the idea turned her on.
Another quick peek over her shoulder confirmed her husband was still on the phone. Looking back to the fence, she searched for the glow of the cigarette and was disappointed when she didn’t see it. Maybe he hadn’t been looking at her and she’d only imagined her exhibitionism.
A low voice startled her. “Don’t stop.”
Holy shit, she couldn’t see him, but he must have been right up on the fence. Even with the heat, a chill ran through her system. She hesitated, her face burning but then pulled her shirt to the side, exposing a breast and plucked at her nipple until it was a tight bud. She heard the word “nice” through the fence. Encouraged, she slid her hand between her legs, just resting it there. Her body jittered with excitement, anxiety, and yearning.
“Touch your pussy,” he whispered.
This was beyond naughty and not at all what she’d intended, but she couldn’t resist sliding a finger through her wet lips and rubbing her clit with languid strokes.
She jumped and turned her chair back around when the door opened and her husband said, “Sorry. Work issue.” Dane’s eyes bugged and he almost spilled the wine when he noticed Astral’s state of undress. “Wow, what’s going on out here?”
“I’m hot,” she said, adding just the right inflection to her tone to let him know it wasn’t just the weather.
His eyes darkened. “Yes, you definitely are.” He set the glasses on the table and bent down, sucking her exposed nipple into his mouth, drawing a moan from her.
The excitement overrode any embarrassment she might feel at the prospect of an outsider peeking in on the intimate scene.
Dane’s mouth relinquished her nipple. “Let’s take this inside.”
“No,” she said a little too frantically. “I mean, I like it out here.”
He looked around as if trying to determine if it was safe to do so. Her breath caught in her throat when he stared at the fence a little too long.
“Come on,” she urged, rubbing his cock through his pants. “It’ll be fun.” She stood and moved to the side of the table facing the fence, hiked her skirt up higher so her drenched pussy glistened in the glow of the solar stars. Her husband followed, grabbed a cushion off one of the chairs and kneeled on it in front of her.
“You’re a wickedly shameless wife.” His lips curled in a devious smile as he spread her legs wide and buried his face in her cunt, feasting on her juices. A small light came on next to the fence. She practically came knowing Paul was still watching. She squinted and saw the light illuminated his hand stroking his cock. Holy crap.
She watched, mesmerized as Paul worked himself with long, slow strokes while her husband’s tongue flicked across her clit. The physical and visual stimulation pushed her close to the edge.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she fisted her husband’s hair, pulling him closer, demanding more. Red hot zaps of energy spiked out from her clit through her body. Sweat beaded on her forehead. She wailed, tugging harder on her husband’s hair as she came apart, her body tensing, releasing, exploding.
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