Lena's Neighbors Jerk to Wife's Window Spread

Mark and Lena had been in the new suburban house for exactly four days when the trouble started. Or, depending on how you looked at it, when the fun started.

Lena stepped out of the shower with a towel barely clinging to her wet skin, humming off-key to whatever pop song was stuck in her head. At twenty-eight she still had the kind of body that made Mark forget what he was doing mid-sentence: full, heavy breasts, a narrow waist that flared into a round, spankable ass, and long legs that looked even longer when she wore heels. She dropped the towel on the floor, walked straight to the bed, and flopped backward onto it with zero concern for the fact that the bedroom curtains were wide open and every light in the room was blazing.

Her pussy was still glistening from the shower, puffy and visibly wet. She sighed happily, spread her thighs, and let the cool air kiss her overheated cunt. The sensation made her shiver with pleasure. She stayed like that, knees fallen open, one hand lazily tracing circles on her inner thigh while the other played with a stiff nipple.

Across the street, in two separate houses, two married men froze mid-sip of their after-dinner beers.

Dave, forty-one, beer belly and a decent-sized cock currently swelling in his basketball shorts, had been staring out his living-room window trying to decide if he should mow the lawn tomorrow. Instead he was now watching Lena’s pink, dripping slit like it was the Super Bowl. His hand was already inside his shorts before he realized what he was doing.

Next door, Ryan, thirty-five and rail-thin with a surprisingly thick dick, had been scrolling his phone in the dark. The sudden movement of light across the street made him glance up. His jaw dropped. The phone clattered to the floor. Within seconds he had his pants around his ankles and his fist wrapped around eight inches of throbbing meat.