An Obsession with Jane

A faint beeping was going off somewhere in the distance. Mason thought of the coffee pot as he opened his eyes to the morning light illuminating the bedroom through the curtains. He stretched out under the soft sheets of the bed and realized he was alone. It was Saturday, so he was in no rush to get up, but his wife, Jane, clearly felt differently. She had a habit of waking up early to exercise almost every morning, which added to the structure of her days since she had given up working to stay home with the kids.

Mason and Jane had been married for five years after dating for two years before that. He had first laid eyes on Jane at a Halloween party he had been invited to while interning in law school. She had gone as Cleopatra with an elaborate and well-made costume featuring a long white dress with a high slit. It showed off her long, toned leg and a relatively modest mid-drift to emphasize her slender midsection. Mason spotted her early on and noted that she had the attention of every male at the party, single or not. He had gone as a secret agent, which meant he just wore his suit from work and added sunglasses. It was not an inspired outfit, but it was easy. When he finally had enough drinks in him to have the courage to shoot his shot, he got his first taste of Jane.

He had made a mutual friend introduce him and, after a little small talk, had asked her out the following weekend.

“I hope you’ll put more work into a date than you did your costume tonight,” she had teased him, though she agreed to let him take her out the following weekend.

They had hit it off immediately and were soon exclusive. He had been in his last year of law school, and she was a recently graduated English major looking for work. Mason had been a collegiate athlete on the swim team at the university and kept himself in good shape. He knew most people considered him pretty handsome, and he figured the combination of looks and his prospects had been enough for her to give him a chance.

Jane, though, where do you even begin? She had been a feisty and strong-willed woman when he met her, and she could hold her own in an argument even with his buddies in law school. She was well-read and kept herself in shape with a constant regimen of Pilates, weights, and spin classes at the local gym. She had briefly worked as a school teacher at the local middle school, but they had decided to have her stay home with the kids after their son was born. She was a patient and loving mother. He couldn’t ask for more.

Mason also knew he was lucky that, unlike some of his friend’s wives, you could barely tell Jane had even given birth, which was undoubtedly partly due to her constant exercise and active lifestyle. Now, Jane wears her dark brown hair shoulder-length. She usually has subtle low lights to add texture. She had kept her figure, and the years had been generous. Her small B-cup breasts were a little fuller than when they had met and seemed exaggerated due to her lean, toned tummy and long legs on her 5’5 frame. Her thighs and butt were slender but muscular due to her regular use of weights. While he was hesitant to ask his wife, he estimated she probably still weighed around 110 pounds. She had an elegant sense of style that had become a little more conservative over the last few years after becoming a mom.

When they started dating, Jane was no prude and was the more experienced of them. He knew she had had several long-term boyfriends but had avoided asking too many questions because it was all in the past. With that said, Jane knew what she was doing in the bedroom, and the sex was phenomenal. While they had started going at it like rabbits, with a kid and life, that eventually slowed down, and they had to work to keep things fresh. This led to the invention of Saturday Date Night, and the sexual tension leading up to it had an impact.

Life was good on this particular Saturday morning, he thought. It was the end of May, and the weather was getting warmer by the day. He had gotten a nice raise recently as he moved up to junior partner in the law firm he worked for. The pay raise had already allowed them to finish construction on a pool and start doing other things they had been putting off. Just in time to enjoy it over the summer, he thought. To top it off, the kids were with his parents for the weekend, so they had the house to themselves.

He rolled over and picked his phone up off the nightstand. 7 am. He quickly scrolled through a couple of emails before he flicked over to his texts and opened the chat with his wife.

“Already out of bed? I was hoping Date Night would start early,” he sent with a winking emoji. It didn’t take long to get a response.

“I’m a classy lady. I need to be wined and dined first,” she teased back. A second message came almost immediately. “Are you finally going to tell me where we’re going tonight?”

Mason smiled. He had gotten reservations relatively late at one of the fanciest restaurants in the city by using the connections of one of his partners. They had represented the owner in a divorce a few years ago. It was a decent drive from their house in the suburbs, but he knew Jane would react positively. The distance to the city was about the only drawback to where they lived. They had found their house in a relatively older neighborhood with oversized lots, lots of character, and a state park behind the property, so no other homes could be built behind them. This offered lots of privacy in addition to the 6-foot wooden fence they had around the property. They had a neighbor on both sides, but the houses weren’t on top of each other, and only one of them had a second floor that could potentially see over the fence, but the woman that lived there was in her 70s and kept to herself.

He focused on his phone again. The lead-up to the date nights was always his favorite. “I’m sure I could be convinced to let it slip,” he responded.

“Is that right?” came the reply. He was trying to think of a clever response when a picture popped up from his wife. She was sitting in one of the chairs on the back patio with her knees pulled up to her, making a pouting face while drinking her coffee. She wore brand-name shorts and a sweatshirt he hadn’t seen before. With the increased household budget, he had also let Jane increase her clothing budget. She seemed to be taking advantage of it.

“That’s not going to work today. It’s too good of a surprise!” He shot back.

“I hope that’s not the only big thing you’ve got for me tonight,” she answered. Mason was always surprised at how good his wife was at teasing him.

“Come upstairs and find out,” he said, hoping she would take him up on it.

“I said tonight! Dinner first. I’m not that easy,” she teased.

“I guess you don’t want to know where I’m taking you,” he said, hoping her curiosity would get the best of her.

“Hmmm, what would it take to ‘let it slip,’ as you put it?” Jane asked in her following message.

Mason had several fantasies that they had explored over the years, though most of them were relatively tame and limited to the privacy of their bedroom. He didn’t have to ask for much because Jane was a superstar in the bedroom. He had heard other men talk about their wives and how they would lie there during sex—how it was always the same. That sure wasn’t Jane. She wasn’t just attractive. She loved sex and was good at it. Jane was classy, educated, and came from a good ******, but when it came to sex, she didn’t hold back. She loved dirty talk and was an active and vocal participant in bed, to the point that a neighbor in their former apartment complex once commented to him about it. The awkwardness of that interaction aside, it had turned him on even more to know other people could hear her. He had never told her about that comment because he didn’t want her to stop. Her dirty talk made him feel like a sex god and was one of his favorite parts of her sexual arsenal. He found the idea of people seeing or hearing his wife extremely erotic, but he always shied away from admitting that to Jane. He was feeling adventurous this morning, though, and knew he could always play it off as a joke.

“What are you wearing tonight?” He asked her back.

“Hard to say since you won’t tell me where we’re going. What do you want me to wear?” She answered, immediately putting the ball back in Mason’s court.

He thought momentarily about what he thought he could get away with. “I was thinking of a little black dress. The shorter, the better. Heels. That’s it.” He texted back.

She sent back the emoji with a raised eyebrow, and then “…” appeared as she was typing. It disappeared for a few moments. Then it appeared again. He could see he had surprised Jane a little with this request.

“So only a little black dress and heels. Nothing. Else. Right?” Her response came up on his phone. Mason swallowed. Not much got past Jane, and she had picked up on exactly what he had meant.

“Nothing. Else.” He answered and then waited anxiously for her response.

“Hmmm. That’s scandalous, and I’m not sure I have a dress for that. Are you open to bargaining?” She asked playfully.

He laughed. Jane would exact a heavy price from him if he were going to get her to go out in public and expose herself. She probably already had something in mind that she wanted.

“Go ahead and give me your counteroffer,” he told her.

“I’ll wear what you asked for next Saturday night. You have to let me go shopping this week to find the right dress,” Jane sent back. “That is, if we can go look at some of the car dealerships,” He sighed, of course. Jane had wanted a new car for a while, and though they had the money, he had been holding her off until they saved up more.

“That better be a hell of a short dress,” he texted back.

“That eager to show me off in public?” she asked. He could feel himself getting hard-headed thinking about it. He decided to pivot away from the question.

“Well, I’m looking forward to next weekend, but I guess you won’t find out where we’re going tonight until we get there,” he said casually.

Her text came back rapidly. “That’s not fair! I think that’s enough for you to tell me about tonight, too.”

Mason heard a lawnmower and rolled over in bed. Their bedroom was on the second floor and had French doors leading to the balcony outside of their room. The French doors had large windows from almost the floor to the ceiling on either side. He pulled the curtains to the side to see who was mowing so early on a Saturday. John, his next-door neighbor on one side, was in his late 60s and very friendly. He and his wife, Sherryl, had lived there for several decades. The privacy fence limited the view for the most part, but from the right spot on the back deck, John could see into their yard. Mason liked John, but he had been known to sneak a peek over the fence or find an excuse to come to the gate when Jane was outside gardening or was out by the pool. He was just your average, pervy older guy who couldn’t resist looking at an attractive younger woman. It seemed he was out in the yard today and would be for a while. A strange idea hit him.

Mason gulped at what he was about to suggest. “Hmm, well, you said you bought some new swimsuits. Perhaps you should try one out and go lay out by the pool,” he typed out before nervously hitting send.

Jane took a minute to respond. “That’s what you want? You just want me to lay out by the pool?”

“And wear one of your sexiest swimsuits,” he added to ensure she understood precisely what he wanted.

Jane again took a few moments to respond. “John is outside.”

“He won’t mind,” Mason sent back to his wife.

Mason was trying to think of how to answer when the door to the bedroom opened. Jane stood in the doorway, her eyes scrutinizing him closely.

“Are you serious, Mason?” She asked incredulously. “You want your thirty-year-old wife to go lay out in a sexy swimsuit so she can be ogled by the old man that lives next door?”

Mason swallowed nervously. “I mean, he probably won’t even notice you. But you can just wait to find out where dinner is tonight.”

“You know I hate surprises,” she reminded him. Jane had never been good with waiting on surprises or not getting her way, for that matter. She waited for another answer, but Mason didn’t have one. They held eye contact until she rolled her eyes, turned, and walked out.

Mason lay in bed for a few minutes before getting up to shower and get ready for the day. He let the hot water run over his head and thought about his conversation with Jane. He had allowed the intrusive thoughts to win when he suggested laying out by the pool this morning. He had considered suggestions like this in the past but always chickened out because he didn’t know how she would react. He wasn’t sure why it was such a turn-on, but he knew he liked it when Jane told him about John coming over to talk to her when he wasn’t home. He finished washing his hair and stepped out of the shower to towel off. He would have to apologize to Jane and walk it back, he thought. They had been in a great place lately. He didn’t want to mess that up. The long shower had loosened his muscles, and he felt ready to start the day. He stepped out into the bedroom and tossed his towel onto the hamper in the corner before he caught himself.

Mason looked back at the hamper and walked over to it before moving the towel he had just put on top. The sweatshirt and shorts Jane had been wearing were sitting on the hamper. He froze as he realized what that meant.

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Colton had only been at his grandmother’s house for a couple of days, and so far, it had been incredibly tedious. He had only agreed to watch the place for a couple of weeks while his grandmother was in rehab because his *** had offered to pay him. He figured he could make some money while playing video games, and nobody would bother him while he was off for the summer. So here he was in the suburbs. Colton was nineteen and a student at the local community college in the city. He had taken many classes to figure out what he was interested in, but so far, he hadn’t liked anything other than photography. This summer would be good, though. He could do whatever he wanted. He knew his few friends wouldn’t drive out here often, but that didn’t matter much to him. He looked forward to the quiet.

He walked to the fridge and got a soda. The house had plenty of room, but he had been staying in one of the first-floor bedrooms the last two nights and had only explored the upstairs briefly when he had taken a break from one of his online games. He wandered up the stairs and figured he would look around again to break up the day.

He made his way down the second-floor hallway. His grandmother’s bedroom was on the left, decorated like it was still 1950, as was the rest of the house. There was nothing of particular interest that he could see. She had a lot of curiosities, though. Knicknacks, as some people would call them. He would probably call it an obsession based on how many there were in the house. Next, there was a bathroom. Again, boring.

The next room he came across was a large sitting room with couches and bookshelves lining the walls. He perused the books on the shelves slowly—a lot of classics, most of which were his late grandfather’s. He looked through the shelf of books but didn’t see anything that caught his eye. The room's window was on the side of the house, facing the backyard next door. He hadn’t talked to the couple that lived there, but the wife was a total smokeshow. He had seen her pushing their toddler in a stroller in some of her workout gear the day he arrived and had thought about her several times over the last few days when he took care of himself. He glanced out the window and looked out over their yard.

They had a large pool with an attached hot tub. Closer to the house, they had a large back patio secluded from every side except the side facing his house. The patio had lots of seating, a large TV, a bar, and a large open area. It was a nice backyard, he thought. He almost turned to move on, but he noticed someone lying on one of the chairs.

He squinted to see them better and felt his heart beat faster. It looked like the wife. Damn, he thought, it’s too far away to see her well. He moved close to the glass and strained to see her better.

Wait! He had a great idea. He ran downstairs to the things he had brought for the summer and dug through his bag until he found the camera he had bought for college. He quickly switched his lens from the one he had for portraits to the rarely used telescopic lens. He powered the camera on while he hustled back upstairs to the window facing his neighbor’s yard. The camera came on while he prayed that he hadn’t missed his chance.

Colton aimed the camera and brought the woman into view before zooming in on her. He slightly adjusted the focus and had a clear, up-close image.

Damn, she was so sexy, he thought. He followed up her long, toned legs with a white string bikini covering her mound. Her flat stomach led to her nice, perky breasts that were covered by small triangular pieces of white material. He felt himself getting tired watching her lay there. She wore oversized sunglasses that made it impossible to see her eyes, but he could still tell she was gorgeous. He cautiously made sure that the flash was off on the camera and clicked to take a photo. He took several more, making sure to get ample shots of her body for later.

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Mason leaped to the window and peeked around the curtain. His wife was lying on her back on a lounge chair by the pool. Her toned, slender body glistened with sweat as she stretched out in the sun. She was wearing a rather revealing white string bikini that showed off her fantastic body.

He couldn’t believe she had given in and worn that with John outside. He remembered John and turned to look at the neighbor’s yard. The mower was stopped. Mason scanned the yard, searching for John. He saw that John was on his back deck, near his grill. He seemed to be tinkering with his grill, but it couldn’t be a coincidence that he was standing in the only spot that would give him a view of Jane by the pool. He watched the old man closely and saw him occasionally stopping work and glancing up in his wife’s direction. The sly old perv, he thought.

Mason’s dick was full as the man watched his wife lounge by the pool. He looked back at Jane, admiring his wife’s body. She looked like a supermodel as she sprawled out in the summer sun. He wondered what John thought as he watched her. It was almost too much to take. John couldn’t keep up the appearance of messing with his grill and was now watching her unapologetically.

His attention went back to Jane as she flipped over onto her stomach. God, he couldn’t believe he was getting to watch this or that the old man next door was. John had moved closer to the fence and was craning his neck to see as much of the young woman as possible now that her ass was on display. He wondered if the man would have made an excuse to talk to her if he knew Mason wasn’t home. God, maybe he should have made a show of leaving the house to see. No, that would be too much for Jane. Besides, he needed to be able to watch. Mason couldn’t take it anymore and almost ran downstairs to the back door. He tried to act casual as he opened the door.

“Hey, uh, Jane, I have a question for you. Can you come here?” He called from the back door.

She raised her head and looked at her husband through her sunglasses. She slowly got up and sauntered from her lounge chair to the door. Her confidence was on full display. She had to know the man was watching her, but she played it off flawlessly.

“Yes, dear?” she asked as she approached him.

He reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her into the house. She seemed surprised by his aggression, but his lips were on hers before she could say anything. His tongue entered her willing mouth as he kissed her deeply, his hands gripping her tightly. He pressed her back against the kitchen counter. His kisses continued while she reciprocated his effort, making out with him passionately. After a minute, she was able to pull back from him.

“Geez, Mason,” she said while she caught her breath. “That was aggressive.”

“I need you now,” he said with desire.

She looked at him with a quizzical look on her face. He didn’t wait to explain but scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the sofa, where he dropped her on her back.

“You were supposed to wait until tonight,” she said playfully.

Mason’s answer was to force her legs apart so that her string bikini was stretched tight over her pussycat. He hurriedly pulled his cock out and dropped his shorts to the floor. He reached down and pulled the string on her bottoms so it came untied, and he ripped it off of her.

“Oh fuck, baby,” Jane moaned as his cock slid into her pussycat. She was already soaking wet when he pushed inside. Was that just from kissing her, or had she also enjoyed John watching her?

He was too aroused to think more about it or to do anything but go full steam ahead. His hips were working rapidly against hers. Jane raised her head and kissed him hard in response before she let herself fall back onto her back.

“Ohhhhh, that’s so good,” she moaned loudly as she looked up at her husband.

He loved how vocal she was in bed. “Faster, baby,” she encouraged him. His hips were frantically pounding against her while she lay back on the sofa. Her smooth body felt terrific against him.

She continued to moan, letting him know how much she enjoyed it. “Yeah, that’s it. Right there.”

Jane’s hands grabbed her bikini top and pulled the material off of her breasts so he could see them. Her hands grabbed them and pushed them together, giving him a great view while he fucked her hard on the sofa. Her small pink nipples were glorious.

“You liked watching me out there that much?” She told him, catching him a little off guard, that she wanted to talk about it right now.

In his next thrust, he buried his cock as deep into her as he could, trying to distract her from his lack of an answer.

“UGH...” she grunted. “Well, I’ll take that as a yes,” she moaned, reading him correctly. She wouldn’t let it go, though.

“You like your sexy young wife showing off for the old perv living next door?” She asked him again, her eyes staring into his.

He couldn’t lie to her. The encouragement was overwhelming. “Yeah,” he croaked, but he never stopped driving his cock into her. She was so turned on that he could hear a sloshing sound with every thrust now.

She arched her back. “Fuck, Mason, I’m going to cum. Don’t stop.”

He continued to pound her with long, deep strokes, trying to bring her to orgasm before he lost control.

“Ohhhh, yessss,” she moaned as she came. He continued to pump into her through her orgasm. The arch in her back collapsed as her orgasm finished. She closed her eyes and had a content smile on her face.

“That cock is so good,” she purred. “But it needs to cum for me now.” She said it in a way that sounded like she was desperate for his cum.

Mason never lasted long once she begged him to finish, and this was no exception. Her salacious words had the desired effect. He felt himself cross the point of no return almost instantly. He pumped into her warm pussy several more times and then buried himself deep into Jane, kissing her hard while he came. He felt himself pulse, filling her while they continued to kiss.

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Colton looked at the photos he had taken of the woman next door two days earlier. His camera had never left her while she was outside. He looked at the photographs he had taken of her lying on her stomach. The cut of her swimsuit bottoms was cheeky and didn’t cover half of her backside, giving him an amazing view of her ass. He had taken dozens of photos of the woman while she tanned in her backyard. Unfortunately, her husband called her inside, and she hadn’t returned to the poolside.

He had been constantly watching their house with his camera since he had first seen her by the pool. He couldn’t get enough of her. Thankfully, the couple seemed ******* of how good his view of their house was. His grandmother’s house sat further back from the road, which let him see their whole yard and through some of the back windows. To his luck, their house had large windows on the backside of it, and they kept their curtains open most of the time. He had seen them in their kitchen occasionally, and it fed his desire to see more of her.

Who is this woman? He wondered to himself.

Colton had had crushes on several girls in high school and a couple of women in his first year of college, but he had never really had much luck with them. They either already had a boyfriend or didn’t want him back. That wasn’t a surprise to him because he got incredibly nervous when he had to talk to most women and knew he was awkward. However, this had led to him having never kissed anyone, let alone had sexual contact with a woman. That didn’t mean he didn’t think about them—quite the opposite. He spent much of his time flicking through the social media pages of influencers and women he knew, fantasizing about what it would be like to be with them. His libido also meant that if he went longer than a day without cumming, he was just unbearably horny. Now, it seemed, all of his fantasies were about her.

After he watched her by the pool, he searched for the address next door online, scrolling through the results until he found what he was looking for. Mason, who was thirty-two years old, and Jane, who was thirty, were listed as owning the property. He had searched for her full name on several of the most popular social media sites until he got a hit. Her page was semi-private, but he could see and scroll through her profile pictures. It was hers. Jane, he thought again, connecting the name to the woman he had been watching.

He had cycled through her photos on social media when he found them, screenshotting them and saving them for later. He looked through them again. There was a photo of her with her ******. She wore a nice blouse and jeans and held her son in the image. She was incredible, he thought. He felt himself becoming infatuated with her. He swiped to the next photo, where she and her husband were at a fancy get-together. He was in a tux, and she was in an elegant floor-length gown. She had a great sense of style, and they were pretty well off from looking at her page.

He had to admit that this woman was hotter than anyone he had fantasized about. Her seeming like a prim and proper housewife added to how much it turned him on as he looked through his photos of her in the skimpy bikini. He had almost rubbed himself raw looking at the pictures the last two days.

He looked up from his phone and out of the window. He saw movement at the back of the house, and his heart skipped a beat.

He looked through the camera that was on a tripod, angled toward the neighbor’s house. It didn’t take long for him to find what he was looking for. There she was. Jane, he thought to himself. She was wearing navy blue leggings and a grey tank top, her hair up in a messy bun. She had turned on the TV on the back patio. He watched as she put on a workout video.

She started with stretches, and Colton zoomed in to make the most of it. Her outfit wasn’t anywhere as revealing as the swimsuit she had worn the other day, but watching her limber body stretch was mesmerizing. Her slender midsection bent forward as she stretched her hamstrings, her butt directed towards him. He took several photos. She moved into a stretch for her glutes while he took more pictures. She rotated through several more stretches until she was in a position where she was doing a split.

Colton’s hard-on was raging as he watched her. God, she was perfect, he thought. The split made her butt look even more pronounced. He imagined what she could do with that much flexibility and shuddered.

After about fifteen minutes of stretching, she started a Pilates workout that included lunges and squats. He watched her, his imagination running wild with what she was like in person and how it would feel to kiss her.

Colton came midway through the workout, but he didn’t stop taking photos of her until she went back inside.

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Mason entered the house and set his keys on the kitchen counter. He had been working long hours at the office since he had been promoted. It was already after dark. He had missed dinner and his son’s bedtime again. He was at least relieved that it was the weekend. His jacket slipped off his shoulders, and he tossed it onto the chair by the kitchen island. He sighed and walked upstairs to find Jane.

He found her in the tub, reading a book.

“Hey,” he said to her. His exhaustion was palpable.

“Hey, I didn’t hear you come in,” Jane said, putting her book aside. The water had bubbles that obscured most of her body, but he could see the tops of her breasts. Her makeup-free face and dark, wet hair made for a good look.

“It was a long day,” he said. “Henry has a new project for me, which seems to create new work every time I think we have a handle on it.”

“I’m sorry, Mason,” she said with a frown. “I made dinner, though. You only need to heat it.”

“That sounds great,” Mason said, “though I’m tempted to climb in there with you right now.”

Jane rolled her eyes at him and laughed. “Why don’t you heat some food? Then I can rub your shoulders. Help you relax. We have date night tomorrow, and I want you to save your energy,” Jane winked at him.

Mason laughed. “Sure, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

He made his way downstairs, thankful that it was Friday. He was looking forward to date night the following evening. He and Jane had not talked about their deal since a week earlier. They had been busy last weekend, as they had gone at it like rabbits after Jane had laid out by the pool. They had gone to dinner only to skip dessert to come home and screw again. Even on Sunday, after they picked up their son from his parents, they had been all over each other every chance they had.

That ended when he had to go back to work. He was so busy throughout the week that he came home primarily to sleep and then returned to work.

He didn’t know if Jane would truly consider what he asked, but he couldn’t help but be hopeful. After all, she had worn the bikini outside last week, and he hadn’t expected she would go for that. He wondered if she had bought a new dress. He didn’t even know that part, which would potentially tell him the answer.

After he ate, he made his way upstairs and let Jane rub his shoulders. They cuddled with a movie on until he fell asleep.

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Mason was like a little kid on Christmas when he saw her step out of the bathroom. Jane looked incredible. She wore a form-fitting little black dress, shorter than anything she would typically wear. The dress barely came just a couple of inches below her buttocks and showed a generous amount of her toned thighs. It also had a plunging neckline down between her breasts, and the back scooped down to reveal her lower back. Mason knew that meant she couldn’t wear a real bra with the dress, but he wondered if she had acquiesced to his other request. She had spent extra time on her makeup and had curled her dark brown hair that fell over her shoulders.

Seeing her wearing the dress was surreal. This was significantly more risqué than she had worn even when they had started dating. Their game had continued to heat up, and he was loving it.

“Well?” Jane asked, wanting him to weigh in on how she looked. She did a quick spin so he could take it all in.

“You look too good to be married to me,” he said earnestly, “absolutely ravishing.”

“Good,” she smiled devilishly. “I look forward to you taking me to a few dealerships this week.” Mason’s heart was racing as he knew what she was implying.

“Uh, does that mean...” Her husband stuttered. He was trying to formulate the question while staring at her. There was undoubtedly no pants line he could see, at least.

“Does that mean what?” Jane asked coyly as she batted her big brown eyes at him.

“Does that mean you aren’t wearing... uh... pants?” he clarified sheepishly. It still made him nervous to talk about these fantasies with her.

“Do I seem like the kind of lady that would wear a dress this short without pants on?” Her voice was serious, and he briefly worried that he had misread the situation. Mason was trying to think of how to answer when his wife continued.

“Then again, I want a new car,” she said teasingly, turning to leave the room. He watched his wife’s ass sway back and forth as she walked, barely covered by the tight dress. He could feel the blood rushing into his growing dick. He studied her backside. There was no hint of anything under the dress except his wife.

Jane had been adventurous in the past, but he was still surprised that she was willing to do this for him. He went downstairs and grabbed his keys, practically giddy, as he led her out the door.

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The waiter brought them to a back room with only a few tables. The lights were dim and set the perfect romantic mood. Mason pulled the chair out for Jane. Her dress rose on her thighs as she sat until the thin material barely covered her crotch. A ridiculous amount of her tanned and toned thighs were exposed. Mason saw the waiter’s eyes get bigger as he watched the gorgeous housewife, and she seemed to make a subtle effort to move to get a better view. Jane didn’t seem to notice but slid forward with her chair, obstructing the view. The waiter collected himself quickly while Mason took a seat across from Jane at the quaint two-person table.

“Good evening, I’m Rory. I’ll be taking care of you tonight,” the waiter said with practiced professionalism. “Can I get you any drinks to start?” Rory was a younger guy, probably in his mid-20s. He had a thin build and a stylish haircut.

Mason ordered a white wine for them to start with, one of Jane’s favorites. The young waiter’s eyes glanced at Jane throughout the brief conversation before he stepped away to get their drinks.

“This place is incredible,” Jane said as she looked around at the authentic Italian restaurant. “And here I was impressed last week.” She said this, smiling at him.

Mason laughed. “Henry helped me get a table again this week. Being on good terms with the senior partners has its perks.”

“It’s why I married you. It’s about time; it's paying off,” she teased.

“Oh, is that right? I thought it was because of my charm and my swimmer's body,” he teased back.

She smiled at him again. She looked truly happy, he thought. “I guess that was part of it,” she said genuinely. “But mostly to get along with Henry,” she joked.

He laughed. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have a woman like Jane, and nights like tonight made him relish it. He looked around and noted that one older couple was at the table behind Jane, and the other table was empty. He leaned forward, and his hand found Jane’s thigh. Her skin was silky smooth. She had recently shaved that morning in preparation for their date. He slid his hand up her thigh slowly.

“Ahem,” Jane said. His eyes moved up and met hers. “Can I help you?” she asked playfully.

“No, I’m good,” he said. Jane rolled her eyes, but she was smiling at him. His hand slipped a little higher, but she put her hand on his to keep him from going any higher.

“You’re being very naughty,” she said with a laugh as she moved his hand off her leg.

They talked about their week and some of the gossip from Jane’s friends. She had a couple of friends who were still single, and Mason found it fascinating listening to the stories.

Based on what they went through, he was thankful that he wasn’t in the dating scene.

“So this guy invites her back to his house, and she hasn’t gotten any in a while, so she’s like, sure, why not? He’s cute, and there aren’t any red flags yet. She gets to his place, and things start going further when he stops and asks if she’s into pegging.” Jane was cracking up at her recounting of the story. “Which, to be clear, she is not at all,” she snorted.

“Oh my God, on a first date?” Mason asked incredulously.

“They had been talking for three days,” Jane said, emphasizing the three. “I can’t imagine having to go on random dates like that nowadays.”

“It’s crazy out there,” he agreed. “But it’s good to know you aren’t getting tired of me.”

“Never,” she said as the waiter, Rory, returned with their drinks. Jane took a sip of hers right away while he started to tell them about the menu.

While Rory gave them the specials, he noticed that the younger man seemed to be talking to Jane almost exclusively. It seemed his wife’s dress had affected the young man as well. They ordered, and he took their menus when he left.

He took in how beautiful Jane was, her makeup done impeccably and her hair in rich, dark brown curls. “How did I get so lucky to marry you?” he asked.

“I think I’m the lucky one,” she said earnestly, smiling at him. He didn’t think that was true, but it warmed him to think she felt that way.

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He drove them home while he and Jane let the sexual tension hang in the air. He had one hand on the wheel while his other rested on her thigh, his fingers tracing circles on her skin. He tried to move higher occasionally, but Jane would block his hand when he got to the hem of her dress.

“You keep trying to be naughty, but I need you to focus on the road,” she said, biting her lip.

“I’ve been thinking about it all night,” he said.

“Thinking about what?” she asked him, not letting on.

“Thinking about the fact that you aren’t wearing pants,” he said as he strained against his pants.

"Oh, really?” she asked.

“Yeah,” he said with a dry mouth.

“What do you think people would have thought if they knew?” she asked, egging him on to continue.

“Oh God, I don’t know,” he said, struggling to focus on the road while his blood flow was being diverted from his brain to his groin.

She leaned over the console of his car and whispered into his ear, “Do you think Rory noticed?” she purred.

His cock almost exploded. “Wh-what?” he asked, stammering.

“When I sat down, do you think he noticed that I wasn’t wearing any pants?” she asked again, in her most seductive voice. She reached over the console, found his cock, and let her fingernails gently graze his shaft through his pants.

“Yeah, I think he noticed.” Mason gulped.

“Oh my,” she feigned surprise. “Do you think he liked it?” Her fingernails ran down his shaft with a little more pressure.

“Definitely” was all Mason could force out. Her hand wrapped around his cock through his pants, squeezing as she slowly moved her hand towards the tip.

His hand had still been on her thigh while he drove. Mason ran his hand up until it was under her dress. This time, she made no effort to stop him. His fingers reached the sensitive skin between her legs, and she shivered. He smiled, finally confirming that she wasn’t wearing pants.

His fingers worked their way into her as she spread her legs, giving him easier access. He started making every move he could with his fingers to try to please her. “Mmmm, that feels good, but this is what I want,” she said, squeezing his cock again while she stroked it through his pants.

Mason was relieved; they were only a few streets from their house now. He needed her desperately, and his driving was getting erratic. He had been speeding for the last few minutes as their conversation had driven him wild. His fingers continued to slide in and out of her while she kissed the side of his face. He felt her teeth gently nibble on his ear while she was stroking him.

He turned on their street. “Your cock feels so big tonight,” she whispered into his ear as he turned into the driveway, taking the turn faster than he should have. He pressed the garage door button, barely able to control himself.

As soon as they got through the door, Mason pulled her close and kissed her as he slammed the door behind them.

“Someone has had difficulty keeping their hands off of me tonight,” she said as he ran his hands down her tight body, which was shown off so well by the dress. Their tongues danced while they kissed. He moved to kiss her down her neck, and she moaned her approval. Mason’s cock had been painfully hard all night; he couldn’t wait any longer. He took her hand and led her upstairs quickly.

“Well, you did buy me dinner first.” She giggled as she followed after him.

He pushed open the bedroom door and kissed her hard again, his hands on her ass. She pulled him with her as she fell back onto the bed.

He considered unzipping himself immediately and pushing into her, but another idea came to him.

“Let’s go out on the balcony,” he said when their lips finally separated. Her eyes had closed while they kissed, but now they opened and looked at him. They were full of desire.

“Why?” she asked, studying his face.

“It’s just, um, really hot, being out in the open,” he admitted. She continued to watch him as she considered.

“John could see us,” she whispered, kissing him like she needed him desperately.

“He won’t,” Mason said, “but it’s so hot to think about.” His desire to display her publicly, even if nobody saw her, overwhelmed his other thoughts.

Jane grabbed his cock through his pants again and squeezed. “Take me right here,” she told him. He wanted nothing more than to sink himself deep into her right away, but his urge to get her on the balcony was uncontrollable.

He pulled back and stood up. “Come on,” he said, offering his hand to her.

She held his gaze, thinking, and then put her hand out to take his. He helped her stand up off the bed. “I have a feeling it’s going to be a nice car,” she emphasized with a naughty smile. Mason loved how adventurous Jane was, and her willingness to meet his fantasies showed how much she cared for him.

He quickly led her to the French doors and turned the bedroom lights out before opening them. The balcony was shrouded in darkness, as it was a particular night with no moon out. The darkness kept them well hidden from any prying eyes looking outside. His beautiful wife walked up to the balcony railing that overlooked the pool. She put her hands on the railing and looked back at him.

Mason walked up behind her and pressed himself against her. Jane pushed her ass against his crotch and looked back at him, her eyes full of lust. “You better fuck me good,” she told him.

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Colton had watched a car pull out of Jane’s house earlier in the evening. Since then, he has spent the rest of the night wondering what she was doing. He looked through the photos he had taken over the last week.

He had seen her laid out by the pool another time this week, though her swimsuit was much more conservative than the one she wore the Saturday before. He had also seen her exercising on the back patio each morning. After watching her do pilates three days in a row, he had to buy Powerade to hydrate himself. He had also gotten a picture of her in a towel through their bedroom window one of the days, but it wasn’t that revealing, much to his disappointment.

Lights turned into the neighbor’s driveway. Having caught his attention, Colton watched the car go up the driveway and pull into the garage.

He turned his camera on and focused his lens on the windows at the back of the house. They had closed the curtains on several of the windows, but he could still see the lights on the first floor come on. Colton watched intensely but felt his frustration grow the longer he waited without being able to see her. He zoomed out, scanning the house to ensure he didn’t miss anything. The lights in the bedroom on the second floor came on.

He zoomed in, but again, the curtains were closed on the large windows of their bedroom. Colton continued to watch, but when the lights in the bedroom went off, he sighed with acceptance. They must be going to bed, he thought.

He was about to give up his vigil for the night and turn his attention back to the photos and videos he had of Jane when the balcony door opened. He unconsciously slid himself closer to the window while adjusting his camera's focus. There she was. Even in the dark, Jane looked angelic, like a movie star. He snapped a photo as she approached the railing.

Her husband approached her from behind and wrapped his arms around her body. She said something to him. Jealousy went through Colton, but he couldn’t take her eyes off of her. Her husband kissed her neck while his hands explored her body, running down over her lean tummy and up to her chest. One hand found her breasts, giving them a squeeze through her dress before slipping underneath. Colton snapped a picture and then turned his camera to video so he wouldn’t miss a thing. He watched the passion of the couple as Jane writhed as his hands seduced her.

To Colton’s surprise, her husband suddenly reached down, grabbed the hem of her dress, and yanked it up to her waist.

“Oh sh*t,” Colton said out loud when he saw she was exposed below the waist now. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, and her mound was completely hairless. Wow, he thought to himself. He watched her husband gently push her down until she was leaning over the railing of the balcony. Her heels made her legs look longer as she bent 90 degrees, and her dress hiked up to her waist. Colton zoomed in on her face. She was biting her lip, and then her mouth opened wide with pure ecstasy. He zoomed out and saw that the man had wasted no time after she was bent over in front of him, and the expression he had witnessed was her pleasure as her husband’s cock had penetrated her.

“Oh my God,” Colton whispered to himself. Her husband started thrusting roughly into her from behind while he held her hips. Jane was holding onto the railing to steady herself against the force of his thrusts. Colton couldn’t believe what he was watching. The gorgeous woman was enjoying the fucking she was getting. He saw her say something as she looked back over her shoulder, and he wished he could hear what she had said. Whatever it was, her husband’s efforts increased even more. Colton was trying to keep his camera on the couple fucking on the balcony while one hand cared for himself. He managed to get his shorts down around his ankles and started stroking himself rapidly.

Jane’s body was better than anything he had seen in porn. He couldn’t believe that a woman could be this sexy in real life. He thought about the girls his age he knew and those he had watched in college from afar. They all paled compared to Jane. He pictured himself in the position of her husband and imagined the view he must have from behind her. He wondered what it must be like to be inside of her. His hand tightened its grip, imagining how tight she must be.

Several minutes passed, and her husband slowed the pace to catch his breath. Colton saw Jane start raising her ass up and down on his cock to help continue the friction between them, clearly not wanting him to stop. God, what a woman! he thought as he stroked himself. Her husband reached around her and pulled the dress top down, freeing her breasts and giving Colton an incredible view of them hanging over the balcony railing. Her small pink nipples poked hard into the summer air. The man’s hands found them, squeezed both of her breasts, and started to pound hard on her from behind again. Colton imagined holding her firm breasts in his own hands. How good it would feel, how hard her nipples would be, and how she would respond. He could feel himself getting closer.

Suddenly, he saw Jane’s husband start to lose his rhythm as he hammered into her frantically a dozen times before he finally came to a stop. Colton was surprised the man had lasted so long. Her husband leaned forward on her while he tried to catch his breath. Colton noted a fleeting look of disappointment on her face before it was gone.

The couple talked for a minute, with him leaning over her with his mouth by her ear. He saw her laugh, and then they disconnected. Jane’s breasts were still exposed as she stood up straight and walked back inside. He zoomed in on her perky, bare ass as she stepped through the threshold of their bedroom and disappeared.

Colton’s breath was heavy. The show was over, but he hadn’t managed to finish himself off while trying to film simultaneously. He watched until he was sure he wouldn’t miss anything else, and then he scrambled to the bathroom and frantically tried to rewind the footage on his camera to see more of Jane.

Jane chased her toddler around the backyard, watching him like a hawk as he tottered around. It was a steamy July Fourth afternoon, and she glistened slightly from sweat as she tried to keep up with the child. She wore cut-off jean shorts and a T-shirt, and her dark hair was in a neat bun for the day. It was a casual look, but she was still gorgeous. The area around the pool was filled with guests for the Fourth. Mason was grilling while he talked with a few of the other men. They were having an animated conversation. It was a picturesque day, and it was sure to get better once the sun set and the fireworks started. Jane had wrangled the little one and was now chatting with a few of her guests. She seemed to be having a blast and was laughing easily while listening to a story from one of the other women.

Colton yearned for her as he watched from his window perch. It had been several weeks since he had watched Jane and her husband make love on the balcony of their house, but he couldn’t get the images of it out of his mind. It didn’t help that he rewatched the footage several times per day.

Since that night, he has learned the couple’s routine inside and out. He knew when Mason would leave for work. He knew what time Jane would go outside to work out. He knew when she would do Pilates on the back patio and when she would push the stroller around the neighborhood for a walk. He even knew when she would bring him to daycare while she went to the gym to catch a spin class. Colton had even been sure to be outside a handful of times when she went on a walk around the neighborhood so that he could wave at her. Even from a distance, the sight of her waving back at him had nearly made him swoon.

He didn’t habitually follow her, but one rainy day, he hadn’t been able to stop himself and ended up parking at the gym a row away from her. She was easy to spot in the new luxury crossover she had gotten a few weeks earlier. He had gone into the gym and pretended to be interested in joining so he could try to get a glimpse of her, which he had. He had seen her briefly as she entered the spin class. It was the closest he had physically been to her, and it was exhilarating.

An ache in his chest made him look away from the party next door. Watching Jane these last few weeks had made him desperate in a way he hadn’t been in the past. His hand wasn’t cutting it. He needed the touch of a woman. He couldn’t get his mind off the housewife next door, but that seemed far-fetched even in his imagination. He had been so frustrated that he texted a girl he knew from class the last semester. She was cute, with light brown hair. She lacked Jane's sultry, captivating looks, but he hoped she might be interested. Unfortunately, the conversation had fizzled out almost immediately, and he was back to longing for his neighbor’s wife.

Hoping for more luck, Colton then downloaded several dating apps. This was something that he hadn’t done before. There seemed to be many women his age on the app, but he had difficulty keeping conversations going even when he matched with them. None led to a date, much less what he wanted. He could feel his frustration growing by the day. He didn’t want a long-term relationship with any of them—just a casual fling or a hookup. Even that was too much to ask.

He sighed and looked out the window. He watched Jane in the distance. God, she was perfect. Those jean shorts showed off her sculpted legs. He imagined being between her thighs and how smooth her skin must feel. He wanted her so badly that he could barely take it.

It was probably best that it hadn’t gone anywhere with any women he had talked to online. None of them could compare to her. They would be a distraction from what he wanted. Jane.

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Mason carried a tray of hamburgers and hot dogs through the back door and into the kitchen. They had a full house for the Fourth of July, and he had been busy grilling all afternoon. He sat the tray down by the buns and condiments. Having a day off and spending time with his ****** and friends was a relief. Both his and Jane’s parents had come over, as well as friends of theirs, for the party. It was the kind of day that reminded him how good he had it.

He knew he had been working too much lately, and Jane and his son paid the price for it. Henry had given him an important project with one of their most lucrative clients several weeks ago, and while it was a huge chance to prove himself as a junior partner, it was also a ton of work. He had been working longer hours and some weekends to keep himself on target to meet the client's deadlines.

The back door opened. Jane stepped into the cool air conditioning and breathed a sigh of relief to be out of the heat. Mason’s eyes ran up and down his wife. She was stunning as always, and her outfit, though not revealing, definitely showed how great of a shape she was in. He had caught several of his friends and a few of her friend’s husbands checking her out when they didn’t think anyone would notice.

“If he gets any faster, he’s going to leave me in his dust,” she said about chasing their son, Tyler. Mason looked out the window and watched his mom trying to corral him while Jane took a break.

“I’m just glad I was able to be off today to spend it with the two of you,” he said, wrapping his arms around his wife. He could feel how warm she was through the soft cotton shirt. It was the first time they had been alone all day.

She pushed him away from her and exaggeratedly squirmed to get out of his grip.

“Sorry, I’m just really sweaty. I need to cool off.” She said.

Jane stepped over to one of the ice chests and dug a cold beer out of the bottom.

Mason’s eyes followed her legs up to her ass, and he decided to take his opportunity while they were alone.

“You can make it up to me later tonight,” her husband said suggestively.

“Oh?” She laughed as she opened the glass bottle. “I haven’t done enough lately.”

His wife had her hand on her hip and seemed to challenge him to do anything more than sing her praises.

“Trust me, I have no complaints. It’s more like I never get enough of you,” he told her.

Mason must admit she had gone above and beyond on their last few date nights. The only problem was that he had missed the previous few Saturdays with his busy work schedule and was set to miss it again the coming weekend.

“Uh-huh, that’s what I thought, mister.” She joked before turning and picking up a few things on the kitchen counter.

Mason went back to organizing the food that everyone would be helping themselves to any minute, but he wasn’t quite ready to drop the subject. Jane had started to work on cleaning up some of the dishes.

“So about tonight,” he said, glancing at his wife.

“What about it?” she asked coyly, turning back toward him and taking another drink from her beer bottle.

“Well, since I have to work Saturday, I was thinking we could move date night to tonight,” he said as casually as he could manage.

“Speaking of, I can’t believe you have to work on Saturday again. It’s sacrilegious.”

Jane told him. She rinsed some of the dishes and started loading them into the dishwasher.

“Sacrilegious?”

Mason asked and raised his eyebrows as he looked over at his wife. She rearranged one of the big pots to make room for another bowl.

“It’s date night, and you’ve said before that you worship me.” She looked at him with a devilish smile.

Mason had a good laugh with that one.

He loved it when Jane was flirtatious. He glanced out the window to ensure that none of their guests were about to walk in and was pleased to see they were well occupied. He stepped closer to Jane again, stopping just an inch before their bodies met. He leaned in with his mouth near her ear and whispered.

“I’d worship you on Saturday if you did something special for me.”

Jane giggled as he nuzzled his face into her neck, and his arms made their way around her again.

“Oh? It sounds like you already have something in mind.”

He kissed her gently on the neck several times there in the kitchen. Jane had closed her eyes to savor the feeling of her husband holding her. He waited before he answered.

“Do you remember our second wedding anniversary?”

Jane pulled back, and they held each other’s eyes. Her dark brown eyes had changed from playfulness to desire. A smile formed on his wife’s face. She bit her lip and answered softly.

“Mhmm.”

“Why don’t you find them and be ready for me when I get off work Saturday?”

He told her, followed by another kiss on her neck. Jane’s hands ran down his stomach and over his crotch. She was loving the attention he was giving her.

“I’ll have to ask your parents if they can babysit. I had told them before that we wouldn’t need them. What do I get out of this?”

She asked as she curled her fingers around his now rigid erection.

“The best sex of your life!”

He said it without hesitation as he squeezed her ass.

“Oh, who will it be with?” She threw back at him as a tease.

Mason narrowed his eyes.

“Now that’s not funny, Jane.”

She laughed, partly at her joke and partly at his response. She squeezed him, drawing a low moan from Mason. She looked back, checking again to make sure nobody would walk inside.

She switched to her most seductive voice.

“Fine, stud, but I expect a masterful performance. You better bring your A-game.”

He felt sheepish, making another request of his wife on top of the one he already had.

“And maybe wear something special for me.”

She leaned in and kissed him passionately on the lips for several seconds.

“Anything for you,” she said quietly. “You’ve been working so hard lately. Tell them I need you home so you can meet my needs. I’ve been needing this.”

She squeezed his cock again through his shorts, nearly bringing him to his knees in pleasure, before she let go.

“It might be a bit awkward to tell the senior partners that.”

He laughed as he steadied his feet. “Henry may ask for details.”

“Eww!” She feigned to gag: “Don’t even make me think about that.”

They both burst out laughing as he held her in his arms.

Jane, whom his senior partner had met countless times, was the perfect housewife with elegant style who accompanied him to their firm’s Christmas parties and charity balls. Mason imagined what Henry would think if he could see Jane’s wild side.

The older man would probably die of a heart attack if he knew the things that Jane said during sex or that she had gone to dinner without pants a few weekends earlier.

Jane was still staring at him with desire in her eyes.

“Come with me upstairs really quick,” she said softly. “I don’t think I can wait until Saturday.”

Mason wasn’t going to turn that down.

“Okay, go!” he said, pushing her toward the staircase as she giggled.

The door opened behind him, and he heard Jane’s mom’s voice.

“Jane, he fell and scraped his knee.”

Mason and Jane had both stopped in their tracks.

“He’s fine, but he’s crying and asking for you.”

Jane turned, and Mason saw that, despite her best efforts to hide it, his wife was very frustrated.

“I’m coming!” Jane said, walking briskly to check on the little one.

Mason followed her outside, watched as she kissed his knee, and worked the magic only a mother could.

He couldn’t be any more in love with her, he knew.

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The entire desk in front of Mason was overflowing with stacks of papers. He had been reviewing case law and precedent all day, hoping to get ahead and get out earlier the following day to make it home to Jane. Contract law wasn’t what he had imagined he would go into when he was in law school, but he had a knack for it, and that skill is how he ended up becoming a junior partner by the age of 32.

He rubbed his eyes, looking at the clock. It was already seven in the evening, and he still hadn’t made the progress he had wanted today. The sun was setting out of his window. He was eager to show the senior partners they had made the right decision when they had promoted him.

His phone had been neglected while he took notes on the cases he had been reading, but a buzz from under one of the stacks of papers made him reach for it—a message from Jane.

“I dropped Tyler off at your mom’s early. She was thrilled to have him for an extra day. I’m just getting home; I had to run some errands to pick up some things for this weekend,” it read. She had included a winking emoji at the end of the message.

Mason smiled to himself. It was a hard week, but he looked forward to the reward the following evening. Jane was outdoing herself.

“What kind of things?” he texted back.

A minute went by, and then her response came.

“Just some options to meet your special request,” she said.

She was feeling playful. The comment she had made about meeting her needs the day before had been in jest, but it also may have had a grain of truth. He had seen how frustrated she seemed when they were interrupted while they tried to slip away from the party. With him working so much lately, they hadn’t had much time to be alone.

Even after their Fourth of July party the other day, they hadn’t had a chance to fool around. Mason had fallen asleep while Jane talked to a few of her oldest friends, who had stayed later than everyone else. The exhaustion from his long nights and early mornings had caught up to him.

“How am I supposed to get any work done about that?” he said, trying to meet her playfulness.

It took a minute before he got another text.

“Does this make it harder to focus?” she asked.

A moment later, a picture came through. It was a selfie of Jane from slightly above, showing a lot of skin.

‘Damn!’ he thought as he took it all in. Her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail so he could see all of her slender neck, her collarbones, and down into her chest. She was wearing a dark green lace push-up bra that made her breasts look magnificent. He could just make out the shape of her small nipples through the paper-thin fabric. She had a mischievous look on her face.

Jane was well aware of the effect the photo would have on him.

“You’re unbelievable,” he typed back. “I can’t believe I’m stuck at work.”

He shifted in his seat to be more comfortable as his hard-on grew.

“You like?” she asked in her following text.

She loved to get a positive reaction from him whenever she sent him anything like this.

“I love you!” he answered immediately.

A few minutes passed, then a second photo came through.

“Oh my God,” he typed, and then added an emoji with hearts for eyes.

The photo she had sent him was in a different set of lingerie, but this time, the picture was of the mirror to show her from behind. She was wearing a navy blue thong that was little more than a string. It provided no support and offered zero coverage.

“What’s gotten into you?” He asked her before she could answer him.

“I just want to reward my husband for all his hard work. I think you deserve it,” she told him, as if it were the most casual thing in the world.

“I’m glad we agree on that,” he joked, staring at his wife’s incredible backside.

“When are you going to be home?” She asked, “I’m going to start dinner soon, but we can go upstairs early afterward.”

‘Yeah’, he thought. Jane is pent up as much, if not more, than he is.

“I’m still not anywhere close to where I need to be. It’s going to be a long night and a long morning to try to make sure I can get out of her tomorrow night for date night,” he said. “I wish I could come home to you.”

“Ugh, fine. That makes sense. I wish you could, too!” She texted him back.

He recalled their second anniversary, imagining what was in store for him the following night. Work was going to be impossible now. He was excited and, admittedly, very horny after seeing the photos of Jane. He considered his options and decided he needed to clear his head to get back to work.

He stepped into his private bathroom and pulled up the last photo of Jane on his phone.

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Jane walked into the bedroom wearing a blue blouse and white jeans. She had been out all day and had finally returned. He had been impatiently waiting.

The curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows in the bedroom were open, giving Colton a good view into the bedroom aside from a mild glare from the setting sun. His camera lens allowed him to spy on her, as long as she was on the middle or far side of the room. She sat two armfuls of shopping bags on the bed. Colton could make out the writing on a couple of the bags but didn’t recognize the names of the brands.

As he watched through his camera, he saw Jane slip off her thin blouse, revealing the simple bralette she had on underneath. It had been weeks since he had seen her like this. She started to shimmy out of her tight white jeans until she was in nothing but her underwear. He watched as she walked towards the full-length mirror on the wall opposite where Colton was watching. She slowly checked herself out in the mirror, doing a full spin to survey her body.

Unbeknownst to her, Colton was also getting a 360-degree view of her little body. Colton quickly worked himself out of his shorts while he watched. He took in every inch of her body, his eyes straining to see every detail. He double-checked that his camera was set to record. He had to ensure he could rewatch it as many times as he wanted later.

She opened several bags, pulled out some items, and laid them on the bed. Jane looked at the selection, as she seemed to be considering her options. Her attention suddenly switched to something else on the bed. A smile came across her face as she picked up her phone. She typed a message and then tossed the phone back onto the bed.

His cock twitched as Jane’s hands grabbed the sides of her pants and slipped them down her legs. A moment later, her bralette followed. He zoomed in as much as he could to try to capture more details of her perfection while he slowly stroked himself.

She selected something from the bed and turned to face the mirror. She leaned forward and slowly pulled a pair of high-waisted, dark green lace pants up her legs and over her hips. The thin lace stretched across her firm ass. God, it was like she was teasing him on purpose.

Jane had now slipped on a matching dark green bra and reached around to connect the clasp in the back. She looked into the mirror and turned to check out her ass. Her phone drew her attention back to the bed, and she stepped over and grabbed it. She was grinning again as she typed, and then she waited. A minute later, she seemed to be thinking, and then she surprised him. She held her phone up as if she were taking a selfie of herself and turned until she had the lighting she was looking for.

A pang of jealousy went through him as he thought about her sending those to her husband. He would do anything for her to send him photos like that.

Jane seemed pleased with the photos she had taken. After quickly typing something out, she set her phone down on the dresser and returned to the items on the bed. She selected some other pieces of clothing and slipped out of the bra and pants she had tried on to put on the new pair.

This time, she slipped on a navy blue G-string that left nothing to the imagination and a matching bra. Colton was rocking hard as he stroked himself faster. After a quick swivel to see how she looked, she grabbed her phone off the dresser and began working to find the right pose and angle for another sultry picture. She settled on an angle over her shoulder to capture the view of her barely covered rear. Colton felt himself getting close as he watched her tantalizing display.

The gorgeous brunette stood there in her lingerie while she sent the photo she had just taken and waited for the response. She was grinning again, clearly liking the answer. Any man would have to be crazy not to be in awe of seeing her in that outfit. After another minute of texting, she seemed to have a sudden change in her demeanor as her smile faded. She typed out one more message, then sat the phone face down on her dresser and walked into the restroom connected to the bedroom.

Colton hadn’t quite finished when she walked out of his view.

“So close,” he whispered to no one.

He stopped stroking himself and waited. He wanted to be watching her when he finished. He sighed. Darkness was settling over the houses as the sun descended over the horizon. He made sure that no light was coming from his place that would reveal him if anyone looked in his direction.

A minute passed before she finally came back into the bedroom. To Colton’s disappointment, she had put on a black silk robe. It was still an incredibly sexy look, but not to the ludicrous point that her scant lingerie had been. He started backstroking himself while he spied on her.

Jane walked over to her nightstand. She opened the top drawer and dug around until she pulled something out.

Is that…? Colton wondered as he watched her sit down on the side of the bed. She slid back and laid on her back in the middle of the bed. Then she spread her legs.

No way. He watched her bring the wand between her legs. The nineteen-year-old was transfixed, watching as she started to pleasure herself. He zoomed in all the way, but part of the French door was blocking his view of her hips and pussycat.

He had been watching from afar for so long, but Colton felt an uncontrollable yearning for Jane tonight. Maybe it was his desperation over his lack of success with women his age. Perhaps it was just how much control Jane seemed to have over him. He took his eye back from the camera and surveyed the backyard. A gate at the back fence of Jane’s yard allowed them to access the property behind theirs. He wondered… Something had come over him. He couldn’t fight the urge tonight. He had to have a better view of her.

He took his camera off the tripod and slung the strap around his neck. He rushed down the hall and took the stairs down to the house's first floor. As he made his way to the back door, he could feel his heart thumping in his chest. He didn’t know what had come over him, but his fear of what he was doing was only offset by his lust for Jane.

Colton stepped into the backyard of his grandmother’s house and quickly walked along the neighbor's fence until he reached the end of the side separating their yards. Thankfully, his grandmother didn’t have a fence, so he could walk around to the gate on the back side of the yard. He pulled the latch and pushed. He swallowed hard as the gate swung open with a squeak of the hinges. He knew there was no way she would hear it, but how loud it seemed in the quiet evening still frightened him.

The yard was dark as he snuck down the fence line closer to the house. They didn’t have any outdoor lights on—just the kitchen light downstairs and a lamp in the bedroom. Seeing him wouldn’t be impossible if she looked out, but at least he had some cover.

As he approached the pool area, he stepped behind a half wall just behind the outdoor kitchen area. Colton dove down and raised his camera. He was much closer now, and even though looking up from the ground limited his view somewhat, it was a rush to be standing in her yard, so close to her. He needed to be higher, though.

He managed to climb onto the half wall behind the grill, but as he took his hand off the wall and stood up straight, he nearly lost his balance. He barely kept himself from falling and took a moment to ensure his feet were stable before he lifted his camera.

‘Perfect.’ He thought as he looked at the gorgeous brunette.

She was lying back on top of the covers with the vibrator held between her legs. Her eyes were closed. Her mouth was open. Colton wasn’t sure if it was his imagination or not, but he could swear he could hear her moaning. Being so close and the risk of being caught affected Colton’s last bit of self-control. He reached down and unzipped his pants, taking his erection out.

He started stroking himself while he watched her, hardly blinking to avoid missing a moment of the scene. Jane’s legs were spread wide, her robe open at her hips, as she held the vibrator against her clitoral area. She was writhing on the bed and raising her hips off the mattress. God, it looked like she was about to cough. He was stroking himself frantically as he watched the erotic scene.

A muffled ring snapped him out of his daze. It was her phone. He was close enough to hear her phone ring. Jane’s eyes opened, and Colton felt his heart stop.

‘Oh sh*t, oh sh*t!’ he screamed inside his mind.

Colton stepped back reflexively and stumbled off the wall. He landed on the soft grass behind it, shielding his camera as he landed. His heart was pounding hard as he lay in the grass, afraid to see what was happening. Now that the spell was broken, he realized how precarious his position was lying in her backyard with his cock out. He quickly zipped his pants back up and looked cautiously over the cover in front of him.

Jane was no more than thirty feet from him as she crossed through the kitchen. She was still in her silk robe while talking on the phone. Of course, this would happen, he thought. He had been about to cum, and from the looks of it, so had she. Whoever had called her had ruined everything.

He knew he should get up and take this opportunity to get out of dodge, but something about her kept him from moving.

She returned to the kitchen with her laptop and opened it on the kitchen island while she continued talking. Being so close to her was exhilarating, but he was also terrified he would be caught. Jane’s conversation continued for a few minutes before she took the phone from her ear and sat it down. She closed the laptop, walked to the fridge, and took out a bottle of wine. She poured herself into a large glass.

She took a deep drink as he studied her from just outside. He had almost no experience with women, but even he could read her body language. She was frustrated—maybe even more frustrated than he was—that she had been interrupted.

She finished her glass of wine in the kitchen and then made her way back upstairs. He watched as she placed her vibrator back into her nightstand and then approached the windows and closed the curtains.

Colton was too afraid to move until he was sure they wouldn’t open again. Several minutes went by while he waited in the dark. Once he decided to go, he half-ran back to the gate and into his grandmother’s house.

He had surprised himself by saying that he had been bold enough to go into their yard to get closer. What a rush. Adrenaline was pumping through his body, and he knew that this feeling was something that he needed to feel again.

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The sun was still an hour from rising on Saturday morning when Mason pulled into his law firm's parking lot. He stepped out of the car and grabbed his leather briefcase and suit jacket out of the backseat of his car.

He had gotten up even earlier than usual to get everything he needed done to get out in time to make it home to Jane. That was his top priority for the day, as he walked straight to his office and secluded himself to focus on his work. There was no way to get Jane off of his mind, but knowing what was waiting for him after work provided more than enough motivation to help him stay on task.

God, he didn't know what he had done to deserve Jane.

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Colton dropped the video game controller onto the sofa beside him. He was trying to keep himself occupied, but even playing some of his favorite games wasn’t enough to distract him. Jane seemed to dominate his every thought. After looking for her for the thousandth time today and only catching the briefest glimpses, he finally decided he needed to do something else.

Unfortunately, his plan to distract himself today wasn’t working, and he felt the irresistible urge to go upstairs and look towards the neighbor’s house again. He went to the kitchen and looked at the snacks he had bought. He ate a few handfuls of chips and took a soda out of the fridge. He took a sip and thought about Jane from the night before. Just another quick look, he thought. He walked upstairs to the sitting room, anxiously hoping to see more of her.

He dropped down on the chair facing the window and scanned the backyard—no sign of Jane outside. The sun was going down, though, and he could see the faint light from the bedroom window. Colton peered through the camera to take a closer look.

The bedroom was faintly lit, only illuminated by the light from the en-suite. Colton sighed. There is no sign of Jane still. He looked at the house longingly and then took his phone out. He unlocked it, cycled to one of the dating apps, and started flicking through women in the area. There were a few decent-looking ones around his age that he wouldn’t mind talking to, but there are no matches now. He swiped right on a good-looking brunette that reminded him a little of Jane.

After a few minutes, though, he was bored again and decided to go downstairs and get dinner. He looked back over at the house next door one last time. This time, something caught his eye. Just the slightest flicker. He turned the camera back on and looked through it again.

The bedroom was still faintly lit, but now there were pale flickers of candlelight from the nightstands and along the dresser. The room was much better lit now that the sun had nearly set. His breath caught as he realized there was finally something going on. He scanned the entire bedroom again, looking for her. And there she was.

To Colton’s surprise and joy, his patience had been rewarded. Jane strode out of the bathroom with a look that stunned him.

“Oh my God!” Colton said it out loud when he saw her.

The beautiful woman next door walked across the room in an outfit that left his jaw on the floor. Jane wore dark lingerie with a bra and pants set, but she also had a suspender around her waist connected to high stockings to her mid-thighs.

She approached the bedpost at the head of the bed and leaned over, working for a moment on something, but he couldn’t tell what it was. A moment later, she walked around to the far side of the bed and did the same at the bedpost on the other side. God, she looked amazing. He watched her hips sway as she moved around the room.

Jane finished what she was doing, and her cell phone screen suddenly illuminated her face. He could see she had a mischievous smile, even from where he was. The phone's light vanished a moment later as she put it up.

She picked something up off the nightstand and then sat on the bed. Jane tied a long piece of cloth around her head, covering her eyes.

“What the…”

Colton said, watching her lay back in the middle of the bed, blindfolded. It was an unbelievable view.

The young man swallowed hard, knowing he was in for a special show this evening.

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The lock clicked as Mason turned the key in his office door. He tried the door handle, confirming it was locked, before hurrying down the hallway.

He had struggled to focus all day, antsy with anticipation of his plans with Jane.

“I’m heading home. Be there in twenty minutes,” he texted his wife as he reached the elevator. He wanted to be sure, so he gave her plenty of heads up to be ready for him. Mason paced back and forth, waiting for the elevator doors to open. His excitement was bubbling over.

A text buzzed on his phone from Jane.

“I’ll be waiting for you upstairs,” it read.

“Mason!” a voice shouted from behind him. He turned to see one of his senior partners, Henry, approaching him from down the hall.

‘Shit!’ Mason thought.

“Hey, Henry. I’m heading out for the night,” he said, hoping to end the conversation so he could get home quickly.

“Not so fast! Come to my office for a drink. I want to talk about the project you’ve been working so hard on,” he said with a firm pat on Mason’s back.

“I’d love to, Henry, but I have plans with Jane,” he said.

“Nonsense. She’ll wait just a few minutes,” Henry added with a genial smile. “You’ve got to hear what they’ve been telling me about you. They love you!”

“Sure, but just a few minutes,” Mason said, pleased to hear that his hard work was paying off.

He followed Henry back to his office and took a seat in one of the chairs in front of his senior partner’s desk. Henry took a bottle of liquor from one of the drawers and poured it into two glasses.

Mason took his phone and started typing a quick message to Jane to let her know he would be late.

“Ran into Henry, got held,“ he paused typing when Henry handed him one of the drinks he had poured.

“Thanks,” he said, setting his phone face down on the desk in front of him, his message unsent.

“You’re the one I should be thanking. Putting you up for promotion has been one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. Everyone has been raving about you, and here you are on a Saturday night, putting in the work,” Henry said with pride.

Mason took a drink from his glass and glanced at the clock on the wall. He needed to go soon.

“I'm just happy to have the opportunity, Henry, and I appreciate you sticking your neck out for me,” he said truthfully.

“I’ll always stick my neck out for someone who works as hard as you do,” he answered. “I’m not going to be around forever, Mason. If you keep up the good work, you’ll run this firm one day.”

Mason swelled with satisfaction. He didn’t realize how much he needed the positive reinforcement from Henry about his work performance.

“Let me pour you some more.” Henry offered, gesturing to the nearly empty glass in Mason’s hand.

“Sure,” Mason said, offering his glass out to Henry to refill.

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The sun was barely visible as Colton stepped out the back door into the warm summer night. His heart was pounding in his chest as his mind could only focus on the image of Jane lying on her bed with nothing but lingerie and a blindfold. The feeling of being so close the night before pushed him to keep going. He wanted to feel that rush of adrenaline again.

He managed to put one foot in front of the other as he made his way around the fence to his neighbor’s gate that opened into the backyard. He opened the gate and slipped through, closing it behind him as noiselessly as possible. It felt like it took eons for him to travel from the back gate to the half wall where he had watched the day before.

The last light of the day was falling below the horizon as he crouched behind the wall, looking up at Jane’s bedroom. She was still lying on the bed. Was she waiting for her husband? That was the only thing that made sense. He looked at his watch to check the time. It was Saturday, but he had been working late almost every night. His camera felt heavy as his shaking hands held it up to photograph her on the bed.

Her husband must be coming home soon if she had put the blindfold on to wait, unless this was a surprise for him. Either way, it wouldn’t be long, and he didn’t know how the man would react if he caught Colton spying. He decided to climb onto the wall again to briefly get a better view of her before he left.

She looked even better from here. He started to touch himself through his shorts, imagining what it would be like to be right in front of her. His imagination entered overdrive. Colton’s cock was straining against his pants, his lust pushing his fear aside.

He desperately needed to cough. His shorts were around his ankles within seconds, as he wanted access to stroke himself properly.

A glance at the house shows no sign of her husband. He let out a sigh of relief.

‘What a lucky bastard’.

He would do anything to be with Jane. He bet that her husband didn’t appreciate her the way that he should. Colton knew that he would treat her right if she were his.

He imagined walking into the room with Jane on the bed. What would it feel like to have his hands all over her body? He imagined how she would moan and what she would smell like. He was stroking himself furiously, his lust getting out of control.

A dangerous idea entered his thoughts.

‘No, no, it was too crazy... Or was it?’

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Henry laughed heartily. Mason was on his third glass and had loosened up dramatically as he listened to Henry tell him stories about a couple of the other partners.

“There’s no way that happened!” he told Henry as he joined him laughing.

“I’d testify to it under oath. Things were different 30 years ago, Mason,” the older man said, smiling fondly about the good old days.

“I’m not sure Jane would have wanted me to work here if things were still that crazy in the office,” he joked. “Oh shit, Henry. I was supposed to be meeting Jane for our plans tonight.”

“Go ahead and get out of here. Thanks for having a drink with me, and I mean it. You’ve been doing great work!” Henry told him as he got up and opened the door for Mason.

He shook Henry’s hand and hurried out of the door. Mason said his goodbyes and rushed toward the elevator.

He looked at his phone. Damn it, he had lost track of time with Henry. He was surprised he didn’t have a text from Jane asking where he was yet.

Mason typed out a quick message to his wife to let her know he was running late and to apologize. He hit send as he walked up to his car. He hoped she was still up for his special requests when he got home.

He got in and, a minute later, was pulling out of the parking lot.

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Colton’s hand closed on the back door, and he was surprised to find it was unlocked. Was this fate? He wondered to himself. He entered the house. The only light was a lamp that partially illuminated the kitchen and living room. It was surreal to be inside the house after weeks of watching her here.

He walked through the kitchen and into the living room. The sound of his footsteps seemed excruciatingly loud. Colton had stopped at the bottom of the stairs. This is insane, he thought. He could get in so much trouble if he were caught.

He almost turned around, but his cock was so hard that he wasn’t thinking straight. It seemed to be pulling him forward with a mind of its own. He stepped onto the stairs and climbed them, careful not to cause any more noise than necessary. Insane though it might be, he had to get a glimpse of her up close.

He reached the top of the stairs and saw the candlelight coming through the small crack in the bedroom door. He slowly made his way down the hall and then paused outside the door. He set his camera to record video so he could be sure to have footage for later. He couldn’t miss the opportunity to get this on film.

He could see part of her legs on the bed through the crack in the door. His tense cock ordered him forward. He pushed the door open slowly, revealing the room lit only by candlelight.

Jane was lying on her back in the middle of the bed. Seeing her this close was overwhelming.

She wore a thin black choker around her neck that matched her lingerie. Her long, slender legs were covered in sheer black stockings that came up to her mid-thigh and were held up by the black lace suspender. Her hairless pussy was covered only by a black lace thong that matched the rest of her outfit. He was close enough to see her hard nipples through the thin fabric of the lace bra.

Her eyes remained covered with the blindfold. It was the only thing keeping her from seeing her nineteen-year-old neighbor standing at her bedroom door. As he pushed the door further open, the hinges squeaked loudly. Colton cringed.

“It’s about time you got here, stud. I’ve been so wet just thinking about you,” Jane purred.

Colton’s cock was straining against his pants so hard that it was painful. It was the first time he had heard her voice, and he hadn’t expected her to say something so explicit. He stepped forward, his camera filming every inch of her body in her high-end lingerie.

“Everything is ready for you to tie me up, just like you asked,” she told him seductively, stretching her hands up toward the corners of the bed.

His eyes followed her outstretched arms and settled on the black leather restraints tied around the bed posts at the head of the bed. Colton couldn’t believe it. He hesitated. This was far more than he had expected. He had just planned to get a brief video of her and then make his escape.

Her immaculate body was too much to resist, though. He sat his camera down on one of the dressers and made sure it was zoomed out and focused on the bed. He quickly went to her right hand and fastened the restraint around her wrist.

“That’s it,” she said. “Tie me up and take me. I need that big cock so bad.”

All the indecision left him as she encouraged him. Colton moved swiftly to the left side of the bed and restrained her other wrist. Her arms had little slack to move, and he saw that she wouldn’t be able to take off the blindfold herself.

“The silent type, I like that. But I prefer to be vocal myself,” Jane said.

Her husky voice was almost too sexual for him to handle.

Colton stood beside the bed, within arm’s reach of the gorgeous woman. He slowly reached a hand towards her, his index finger brushing her full lips. The woman didn’t hesitate to take his finger into her mouth and suck on it, her tongue swirling around it.

Colton’s mind raced as it fought to think through what to do. He didn’t know how much time he had. Her husband could get home any minute. He looked again at her blindfold and how little she would be able to move with the restraints holding her wrists.

He took the plunge. His hands immediately started to run over her body. They ran down her neck and squeezed both of her firm breasts at the same time. She gasped in pleasure as he applied pressure to her nipples between his fingers. Her bra had a clasp that opened in the front, and he briefly fumbled with it before he managed to open it. The bra opened, and her perky, bare breasts were on display, with small pink nipples standing at attention.

“Mmm, yeah,”

She encouraged him. He leaned over and took one of her nipples into his mouth, his mouth gently sucking it and his tongue exploring it while she cooed and moaned.

“Baby, I need you to fuck me!” she pleaded after a minute.

He watched as she spread her legs and raised her hips off the bed, searching for the cock that wasn’t there. He practically jumped off the bed and undid his pants, dropped them to the floor, and pulled out his cock. He climbed back onto the bed and moved into position between her slender legs.

She continued to suggestively raise her hips, begging for him to enter her. He reached down and pulled her little black lace thong aside. He positioned himself upright so he wouldn’t be too close to her. His heart was pounding, worried that any second she would realize he wasn’t her husband. He straightened his cock out, lined it up, and slowly pushed between her lips. It didn’t go in right away, but after a moment of repositioning, he was able to enter her.

“Ugh, oh, baby,” she moaned as he pushed into her.

He had expected to have to work his way in, but she was so ready for him that he was able to bury himself in her immediately. This was so much better than he had imagined it would be. Her warm pussy was squeezing him with the perfect amount of pressure up the entire length of his shaft.

He pulled back until he was almost out and thrust back in.

“UGH,” Jane let out reflexively as he filled her again.

He started going in and out of her slowly, coming nearly out and then in again.

"Ugh, yeah, that’s it.” Jane encouraged him. “God, that cock feels huge tonight. Keep fucking me, right there.”

Colton didn’t know what he had expected, but his self-esteem was skyrocketing when he heard the sexy brunette compliment his cock’s size.

“Yeah, yeah, God, I’ve needed that cock to fuck me so bad.”

Colton was shocked at how good she was at dirty talk. He never would have expected this from the classy housewife. He wasn’t sure how long he could keep this up, though.

Her pussy was milking his cock, and she seemed to be enjoying it, Colton thought. It felt amazing, but the sensation of her pussy was overwhelming. He slightly slowed down his pace to try to control himself.

Jane didn’t like that and started trying to fuck him back, driving her hips into him as best she could with her arms restrained.

"Fuck, don’t stop; I didn’t tell you to stop. I need that big cock; I’m getting close.”

She moaned out through panting breaths.

The encouragement had the desired effect, and he started driving into her faster. Colton reached out and squeezed her breasts while he fucked Jane.

“I’m going to cum,” she gasped. “Kiss me.”

He had lost himself in the moment, and he moved over to her so he could lean in and kiss her on the lips. He felt her tongue enter his mouth and then freeze. He realized what he had done too late. No doubt she knew what it felt like to kiss her husband. She quickly turned her head to the side and was able to use the bedding to move the mask up her forehead. Her uncovered eyes were huge, and she realized now that it was not her husband that was fucking her. His cock didn’t let him stop.

“What the fuckkKK!”

Jane groaned as he fucked her to her impending orgasm. Her eyes involuntarily closed. He held his pace with long, deep thrusts as he felt her pussy spasm around him.

“OH FUCK, OH FUCK, I’M CUMMING.”

She let out as she held his cock in a vice grip, and her body went rigid.

Colton nearly came, too, but the fear he had about her reaction had dulled his pleasure for a moment.

“Oh god,” she let out as it subsided.

She opened her glazed-over, post-orgasm eyes. The release of her orgasm had been immense. Colton’s self-esteem surged, realizing he had been the one that made her cum.

He sped up his thrusting, his cock entirely in charge of him. He was pounding her now, making her take every inch of his cock as he tried to cum himself.

He was getting close, the tingling in his balls rising quickly.

“Wait!” she said suddenly, panic in her voice and recognition in her eyes.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!”

Jane yelled, straining against the restraints on her wrists but unable to move away from him while he continued to fuck her.

“– OHHH!” The thirty-year-old brunette moaned loudly as a second orgasm was building rapidly in her.

“Get off...” she started meekly again between shallow breaths.

She was about to cough again, he realized.

“FUCK!” she shouted, “DON’T STOP.” Her fists clenched the sheets where they were held in place, and her eyes rolled back into her head.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she said while he fucked into a second, her second massive orgasm in rapid succession.

This orgasm was even more intense than the first one. Jane took things into her own control as she raised her hips off the bed and swirled her pelvis in a circle around his cock. The unbelievable movements were too much, though, and he felt his cock close to spasming. He went to pull back, but she was in the middle of her mind-blowing orgasm. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, keeping him from pulling out of her.

“DON’T FUCKING STOP!” she begged as she torqued her hips and rapidly fucked his cock.

Her hips kept moving in a circular motion again and again and again until he couldn’t hold back any longer. He erupted.

“Ugh!” Colton moaned as he pumped into her.

His cock was deep in her as he came. He pumped himself slowly into her several more times. Her tight pussy milked every last drop out of him.

“Oh God!”

Jane said it in a panic, coming to her senses as her second orgasm faded. “What the fuck are you doing here?!” she asked hysterically. “Untie me now!” she demanded as she pulled at her restraints.

Colton moved back and pulled his cock out of her. His cum spilled out of her as he pulled out. He quickly got up and freed her right wrist. She didn’t wait for him but immediately released her other wrist and jumped off the bed.

“I’m going to call the police. Don’t think about moving!”

She said this with disgust in her voice as she wrapped her silk robe around herself to cover herself from the nineteen-year-old who had just gotten her off. She never took her eyes off of him as she cautiously moved across the room.

Colton’s heart was racing a million miles a minute. His post-orgasm clarity hit him hard.

“Uh, but, um,” he stuttered as she grabbed her phone off the dresser and started dialing. He didn’t know what to do. He was still standing there naked, cum dripping off his cock.

He looked for his clothes and went to grab them when he saw his camera sitting on the dresser.

“Wait!” he shouted desperately moments before she called the police.

“It’s on video. All of it. You beg for it, cumming twice!” he emphasized as he grabbed his camera off the dresser and stopped the recording.

Colton was in survival mode. “And you were begging me not to stop, which kept me from pulling out. What is your husband going to say when he sees this? It sure seemed like you enjoyed it to me.”

The boldness was all a façade. Colton was panicked and willing to say almost anything to keep this from getting worse for him.

Jane’s jaw almost hit the floor.

“You’re fucking blackmailing me?”

She said it in disbelief, but he saw she hadn’t hit the call button.

“It’s not blackmail. It’s the truth,” he sputtered, hurt by her reaction to everything that had happened.

“I didn’t know it was you! I thought you were my husband!” Jane said it furiously.

“Do you think he’ll believe that? The blindfold was off, and you still came knowing it was me.”

He knew it was a risk, but it was true.

Jane looked sick. She seemed to realize she was stuck. She might not have known it was him to start, but he knew the video would show that she had lost herself in the orgasms. Anyone who watched it would see she had been a willing participant by the end. She put the phone down, disbelief evident in her expression.

“What's your name?” She asked again, holding eye contact with him.

“Um, Colton,” he said without thinking. ‘FUCK!’ Why did he tell her that?

“Okay, Colton.” He felt his heart flutter upon hearing her say his name. “Here’s what I need you to do. I need you to delete the video,” she said calmly, but there was no mistaking; it was a demand.

“Are you crazy? I’m not deleting it. It’s the only reason you aren’t calling the cops!”

He threw back. She had to know he was right. There was no way he would delete it after she threatened that.

Colton watched her, as that seemed to make her as panicked as he was. She was pacing on the other side of the room, keeping her distance from him while she thought.

“Okay,” she said after gathering her thoughts.

Her tone was serious, with a hint of anger.

“Here’s how this is going to work, Colton. Never show anyone that video, never come near me or my husband again, and get the fuck out of my house. Right now. Do that, and we won’t have a problem, understood?”

Jane said it coldly.

“Uh, okay, okay.”

He stuttered, happy with that bargain and the ability to get out of the house as quickly as possible. He quickly grabbed his clothes off the floor and left the bedroom without putting anything back on.

He ran out of the back door and across their rear patio. It felt like he had to travel a mile to get to the back gate on his way to his own house. He was huffing and puffing by the time he was in the house's safety.

He slipped his underwear on and ran upstairs to see what Jane was doing. His camera came on, and he focused on the bedroom window. The curtains were already closed.

A huge smile crossed Colton’s face. In his wildest dreams, he hadn’t imagined a night like tonight. He had lost his virginity to Jane, and she had loved it. He took the SD card from his camera and put it on his computer. The video player appeared on the screen, and he watched the bedroom door open, revealing Jane spread out on the sheets. He sat alone, rewatching the video and memorizing every moment of it.

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The garage door closed behind his car. Mason opened the door and stepped out. He was over an hour late for date night. She hadn’t responded when he finally told her he was running late. He didn’t know if that meant she was mad or still waiting for him.

The house was dark as he made his way upstairs to their bedroom. The room was dark, and the TV was the only source of light in the room. Jane was awake and wearing her typical cotton pajamas, he saw.

‘Shit.’ He knew he had messed up.

“Jane, I’m so sorry I’m late. Henry insisted on keeping me late to tell me about how great of a job I was doing.”

He said as he sat down in his briefcase and walked towards her. He hoped that the good news would make her more understanding.

“It’s okay,” she said quietly. “I’m glad he appreciates how hard you’ve been working.”

Mason sat on the edge of the bed and ran his fingers through her hair. Jane was distant as she watched TV. He knew she must be upset with him, even if she wouldn’t admit it.

He leaned in and kissed her on the top of her head and then on the side of her face. She didn’t tilt her head to make it easier for him. His hand tried to angle her face up to his so he could kiss her lips, but she resisted.

“Not right now, Mason,” she said.

Her tone told him that it wasn’t happening tonight.

“Okay, okay.”

He said this, stroking her head several more times. She fell into silence again. After a few minutes, Mason stood to change and prepare for bed. His concern now overshadowed his disappointment about missing the opportunity to relive their anniversary. He was going to be in the doghouse. Things had been going so well lately with Jane that it kept him sane with his work schedule.

He sighed as he unbuttoned his shirt.

“Mason…”

Jane said it softly. He turned back to his wife. Her brown eyes held steady with his. She had a look on her face that he couldn’t place.

“Yeah?” he asked, watching her for any hint at what she was thinking.

She held his gaze for a few more minutes, and then it seemed to soften.

“It’s nothing,” she said with a faint smile. “I’m just glad you’re home.”

Mason looked at his wife, always amazed at how gorgeous she was, even when she wasn’t trying. He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her so tightly. He was a lucky man.

“I’m just glad I have you all to myself tonight,” Mason said as he held her tightly.

Colton came inside and set down his groceries. He put up the refrigerated items and a few frozen meals before he went upstairs to change into more comfortable clothes. He grabbed a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and started to change. He looked himself over in the mirror as he stripped off the clothes he had worn out. He was a little overweight, but nothing crazy. His lack of muscle tone was due to his years of gaming instead of sports growing up. Usually, he would look at himself with disappointment, but now, it was all different.



His confidence had picked up dramatically since his night with Jane. His first time with a woman had been out of this world, beyond anything in his wildest dreams. And the things she had said about him. His big cock, she had called it. He had always assumed that he was average, but he didn’t have much to compare it to. He had never been in a locker room or anything to know what other guys were like, but maybe the guys in the videos he watched online weren’t average.



He could still hear exactly the way that Jane had said it. The sultry voice, the pure lust spilling from her lips. She had begged him to keep fucking her. In the mirror, his body still seemed unimpressive, but maybe he had more to offer the ladies than he had thought before.



A lot of the issues he had with women were his insecurities about himself, but that seemed to fade away when he thought about how he had made Jane cum. The sound of her voice and the way she looked were burned into his memory. He had probably watched the video of them together dozens of times now.



He finished getting dressed and knew it was time to check in on her morning exercise routine. His camera rarely, if ever, left its perch in the window looking at her house. As soon as he looked through it, he had a perfect view of her. A perfect view of Jane.



Her shapely ass was bouncing in her leggings as she did a workout class on the back patio. She looked angelic, he thought.



Every day felt like an eternity since that night. It had been over a week now, and he just kept waiting for something, anything to happen. If he had spent a lot of his time thinking about Jane before, he could barely think of anything else since that night.



He had spent his days watching her and nights thinking about what he should do now. Should he wait for another opportunity like last time? That might never happen. What would happen if he tried to go over and talk to her? She had been adamant about leaving her alone before but was also surprised in the moment. They hadn’t really had a chance to talk about it.



What Colton did know was that he was very horny and struggling without knowing what would happen with Jane. He opened his dating app and looked through a few of the girls. He normally only tried to match with girls he thought he had a chance with, but his newfound confidence had him rethinking it. He decided to swipe on a few attractive girls who seemed to go to the university in the city. What was the worst that could happen?



He looked out of the window and watched her finish her workout. The rest of the things he had to do could wait.



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Mason could hear his wife working in the kitchen as he came downstairs. He had changed out of his suit and hoped for a laidback night. His work schedule had significantly improved after he finished the groundwork for the project he had been in charge of and his life was getting back into the balance it had been in before.



Initially, he was afraid that Jane would be upset when he missed their date night, but that worry had gone away quickly. She had actually been more affectionate than usual the last week and a half and he figured she must have really been missing him. It seemed like every opportunity they had, she was all over him.



“Mmmm, smells good. What’s for dinner?” he asked as he popped into the kitchen. Jane was already cleaning up and sweeping some debris off the cutting board into the trash can.



“Just a little homemade pizza,” she looked at him with an expression that told him she knew she had outdone herself before she started loading the dishwasher.



“Wow,” he said and looked into the oven. It looked fantastic. “What’s the special occasion?”



“Just you being home,” she said earnestly. Mason moved to his wife and kissed her, taking her snuggly into his arms. He didn’t know what he had done to deserve such an amazing wife. His hands gently rubbed her back as they stood swaying in the kitchen.



“It’s such a relief to have that project under control,” he said, shaking his head at the memory. Jane was still holding herself against him, her head pressed against his chest.



“I know,” she said, taking in the moment with him. “I’m glad you’ve been home more. It’s nice to have you here for dinner.”



“You definitely make me want to be home,” he laughed. The extra affection that Jane had been giving him had often been sexual. The day after their missed date night, she had given him a blowjob without him even having to ask. Several mornings during the week, she had woken him up for a quickie before he had to leave for work. The date night after the one they had missed had been memorable. Jane planned it, and rather than going out to eat, he had spent half the night eating things off of Jane.



He smiled at the memory from a few days earlier and the fact that Jane had decided just to throw the sheets away rather than try to get the stains out. Chocolate and white sheets tended to make a mess. Thankfully, it was already Wednesday, so just a few more days of work, and there would be another date night to look forward to. He didn’t know if Jane had anything planned, but he had some ideas if she didn’t.



“Do I?” she asked, turning her face up to him. He leaned in and kissed her, his hand dropping down to her butt and giving her a little squeeze before letting her go so she could continue to work on dinner.



“Let’s just say that Henry would have to handcuff me to my desk to keep me from coming home to you for date night,” he said, trying to bring up the topic organically.



Jane’s laugh was intoxicating and she laughed freely at that comment. “I guess you enjoyed dinner last time.” She winked at him and turned to grab a couple of plates.



“What are we doing this weekend?” he asked her, full of anticipation.



“I think it’s your turn to figure that out,” she told him playfully, “but I’m looking forward to it too.”



Mason’s mind immediately went back to the fantasies he had convinced her to indulge him in before. He felt his blood start flowing to his groin as he repositioned himself without drawing attention to it.



“Hmmm, would you rather stay in or go out?” he asked.



“It’s been a while since I’ve been wined and dined, but staying in gives us more privacy,” she answered suggestively. Mason knew that privacy wasn’t necessarily what he wanted. His arousal at the idea pushed him, though. Like last time, it was an almost undeniable desire.



“What if I wanted to show you off again?” The question made her turn back toward him, a bit of surprise on her face.



“What’s gotten into you lately? This has really become a thing for you,” she laughed. “What did you have in mind?”



Mason weighed his options. He could take the safe route and suggest something similar to last time, or he could take a riskier option. He was nearly rock hard now as things came to mind. “I think the weather will be perfect for a day by the pool,” he offered.



Her dark brown eyes studied him as she considered.



“Last time, I got something quite nice out of this kind of deal,” she said, upping the ante before she agreed to anything.



“Name your price,” he shot back, prepared to bargain with her.



“Hmmm, you have been promising me a weekend getaway. You seem to have the time now. Maybe a weekend at a bed and breakfast where we take full advantage of the bed,” she said flirtatiously. Jane probably already had the bed and breakfast picked out and was just waiting for the opportunity to convince him that they should go.



“I think last time you got a single dinner out of it. This is a big jump,” he protested in jest. Mason saw an opportunity to keep raising the stakes. If she wanted more out of the deal, then so did he.



“Oh, please. I basically laid out naked in front of the neighbor for you. I’d say that last time I gave in too easily, if anything,” Jane replied. Her expression told him that she was enjoying their banter just like he was.



“In that case, I’d agree to a weekend getaway if you’re willing to give him an even better view. I mean, if you were already basically naked last time. What’s the difference?” he offered.



She seemed cautious as she thought about it, clearly wanting that weekend getaway. “What do you mean a better view?” He was so close. He just couldn’t push too much all at once.



“Hmmm, maybe you could lay out again, and if he’s outside, you can go talk to him,” he suggested. “Let him see you up close.”



“Mason!” she said with surprise as she playfully hit him on the arm. Her voice was serious, though, as she added, “God, that would be so embarrassing.”



“Why? You look fantastic,” Mason told her as he thought about what John would think about her body up close. Seeing her from over the fence was one thing, but the old man might have a heart attack up close.



“He’s like seventy! There’s a reason I don’t wear swimsuits like that at the beach. I don’t want every random creep to be able to check me out like that,” she said emphatically.



“Well, that’s a shame because that’s the price,” he said, turning and walking out of the room. Jane’s mouth fell open at the fact that he had said it so definitively. He dropped down on the sofa as Jane followed him in, not about to drop the subject.



“You really want me to do that?” she asked him incredulously.



“It depends how badly you want that weekend getaway,” he told her. In truth, he wouldn’t deny Jane anything, but part of their game had been to haggle in their play.



“Fine, but I pick the bed and breakfast,” she told him.



“Deal,” Mason said as he put out his hand to shake on it, “but I pick the swimsuit.”



“Oh, now that’s a whole different ballgame!” she said, playing up her faux outrage at the last-second addition.



“Take it or leave it,” he told her.



“Let me think about it,” she answered and they dropped the subject.



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Colton had watched Jane’s husband leave hours earlier for work and thought. The last few days hadn’t brought any differences to his circumstances. He was still waiting, watching, for any opportunity or sign from Jane to tell him what to do next. She seemed to have gone on with life and pretended nothing had happened. His only solace was that so far, she hadn’t called the police or told her husband anything.



At this point, though, he was struggling. It was like he had tasted the elixir of the gods, and now he couldn’t quench his thirst for more. He wanted to see Jane. No, he needed to see her. He had to.



Colton knew she had to feel the same way, that they had a special connection that night. He had been building up his nerve all week while he watched her, but so far, he hadn’t been able to do anything. He had considered leaving a message in her mailbox but chickened out. Then he had thought that maybe he should just go and talk with her. At least in person, she wouldn’t be able to just ignore him.



He needed to do something. He couldn’t take waiting any longer. He put on a nice button-down shirt and some dark jeans, straightened his hair, and took a few minutes to calm his nerves. It was now or never, he knew.



He stepped out the front door and looked up and down the street. Someone was jogging in the distance, but they were moving away from him. He walked down until he got to the sidewalk and walked towards her house. His feet carried him to the front walkway to her house… and then past it. His courage had failed him at the last moment, and he found himself in front of another house down the street before he stopped.



He slowed down and had to make the conscious decision to turn around. He slowly walked toward her house again. This time, he stopped as he got to the walkway to her front door. Facing her front door, he could feel his hands shaking from the adrenaline. He pushed them into his pockets and took the last steps toward her front door.



As he reached the front door, he reached out and pressed the button on their video doorbell. He could hear the bell ring inside the house and waited.



It felt like an eternity before the door opened, but finally it did. She looked just as phenomenal as she always did, but being right here in person was different. Her hair was up in a messy bun, and she had little makeup on. She was wearing a pair of shorts with a T-shirt. Nothing like the last time he had been this close to her, but it didn’t matter. Colton felt his heart swell.



To say that Jane seemed surprised was an understatement. Her expression went into blank shock as soon as she recognized him and she seemed unable to speak for a moment.



Colton decided to speak first. “Uh, hey,” he managed to get out. It wasn’t exactly the smooth opener he had worked on all week. “Can we talk?”



Jane finally managed to snap out of the surprise. She shot a glance at the video doorbell and hesitated. Colton hadn’t thought about the fact that it would record him being here, but Jane seemed to have realized it immediately. With a look of disgust, she silently beckoned him to come inside.



When the door closed, Colton tried to speak again, but he didn’t get the opportunity.



“What the fuck are you doing here?!” Jane hissed at him. Her anger caught him off guard. It seemed naive now that he was seeing her reaction firsthand, but he had expected her to greet him much more warmly than this.



“I, uh, I…” he stammered as he tried to ignore the daggers she was staring back at him. “I just had to see you,” he managed to say finally.



“What?” she blinked, “What are you talking about?” Okay, maybe she didn’t feel the special connection he did… or perhaps she just didn’t want to admit it.



“After the other night, I had to see you,” he repeated to her, unable to stop himself.



She seemed baffled at that, which gave him room to continue to talk. He was desperate to explain himself.



“I just keep thinking about how amazing it was. It’s all I can think about,” Colton said, his feelings pouring out. “I just thought…” He trailed off and instinctively reached out to touch her arm.



“Don’t fucking touch me!” Jane ripped into him as she pulled her arm back. “Ugh, you can’t just come to my fucking house,” she continued, “Oh, God. What if someone saw you?” Jane peeked out the window and looked to see if anyone was outside.



“Uh, I checked. Nobody was around,” Colton said, trying to defend himself on that front at least.



Jane, at least a little relieved that she couldn’t see anyone outside, turned back to Colton. “What do you want exactly?” she asked him, her frustration perhaps as much anxiety about being caught as anything.



“I thought that um, we could… do it again,” Colton said as his eyes went down to his feet. His confidence was wavering a bit with her negative reaction to seeing him.



Jane stared at him in disbelief, and her head fell into her hands. “Oh my God. You thought I was going to have sex with you?” She sighed in frustration. She took a moment to gather herself and then spoke to him a little more gently. “Look, that is not going to happen,” she said slowly and clearly, emphasizing the word not.



“I just, uh, thought you, um, seemed to enjoy it,” Colton stammered, now feeling foolish for thinking that this would work. His comment about her enjoying it made her visibly blush, though. She was obviously embarrassed and he knew that was because it was true.



“Okay, whatever,” she said dismissively, her voice holding back some anger. “But you have to go. I’m married, and you fucking snuck into my house last time when I didn’t know it was you.” She pushed him toward the front door. “And Colton, I need you to listen to me carefully. Forget about what happened, and leave me alone, please.”



Before he could say another word, she opened the door and pushed him out, closing it behind him. He walked quickly back to the road and towards his own house. Colton sighed. A disaster. In his mind, that had gone very differently. His fantasies had been that she would have been thinking about it as much as he had and that she would take him to her bed immediately.



In the scenarios he had imagined that were more realistic, he imagined them having a long conversation about everything. Maybe she would have given him her number. Had he imagined she would have cursed him out and thrown him out? No, he hadn’t expected that at all.



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Mason sat down on the sofa to watch some TV while he waited for Jane to finish putting Tyler to bed. Only a few more days until Saturday and he was getting antsy. He had a special surprise for Jane even though she hadn’t officially agreed to it yet. He knew she would do it, and he would get to watch her talk to John while the man got a front-row seat to her body.



He had gotten her exact size off some of her swimsuits and done some online shopping for her, determined to get the most out of the opportunity. A dozen websites later, he had found the perfect one. It seemed like the kind of thing a girl would wear on spring break. Well, it seemed like the thing that a girl would wear on spring break if she were a little slutty. Mason couldn’t wait to see Jane’s reaction when she saw it.



With his few minutes alone, he scrolled through his emails on his phone and then went through the rest of his notifications that he had ignored throughout the day. It was a mind-numbing process. He had a notification from his doorbell from the day before that a person had been detected, but something about it stood out. He pulled up the app and immediately saw it wasn’t a delivery person.



Mason didn’t recognize the person in it, but they were a young guy. Maybe around twenty or so. The video showed the man walking up to the front door and ringing the doorbell. A minute later, he spoke to Jane for just a moment before she invited him in without much question. That was the end of the clip. He rewatched it several times, but there was nothing else to see.



He backed out and looked for the clip of the young man leaving, and it was only three minutes later. He walked quickly and then made his way down the sidewalk before he was out of frame. Very odd, he thought.



Jane walked into the living room and sat down beside him with a bowl of popcorn. “Whatcha want to watch tonight?” she asked him, offering him the bowl. He took a handful of the popcorn she had offered him.



“Anything is fine,” he answered, distracted by the questions he had for Jane. She picked a romantic comedy and snuggled up against him as she watched. He gave it a few minutes before he decided to bring it up.



“Hey, who was that guy that came over to the house yesterday?” he asked her, trying to sound as casual as he could.



Jane looked a bit like a deer in headlights. “What?” she asked. “Who?” Mason hadn’t been overly suspicious before, but that was an odd reaction from her.



Mason wasn’t sure what to make of it. She looked more nervous than confused by his question. “The young guy that came to the front door? It looked like you let him in,” he said, still cautious to sound only mildly curious.



“Oh,” Jane said as if she just now remembered. “That’s the guy that’s staying next door at Gloria’s house. Her grandson, I think. He just came by to ask about…” she paused as if she was thinking. “…the homeowner’s association. I just had to find the most recent mailer for him.”



Mason knew someone was caring for her house, but he hadn’t realized someone was staying there. “Oh, okay,” he guessed that made sense, but he wasn’t sure why she had seemed so suspicious if that was all it was, “How old is he? He looked pretty young.”



“Like college age, I’d guess,” she said shortly, focusing intently on the TV. She still seemed a little stiff.



A college guy was staying next door. Now, that was interesting, Mason thought. Their upcoming date night wasn’t for a few days, but maybe John wasn’t the only one who would be watching her while she was outside. The only question was if the guy would see her while she laid out. He would have to think about that, but for now, he was in the mood to play some with Jane about it. His cock had been responding to the dirty thoughts that had filled his mind.



“Hmmm, I bet when he came over, he wasn’t expecting a sexy little thing like you to answer the door,” Mason joked playfully with her.



Jane rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but smile. She seemed to be relaxing a little. “I hate to disappoint you, but I don’t think he enjoyed it as much as you think he did.”



Mason could feel his cock shrink a little at the boring reality. “Oh, I don’t know about that. What were you wearing?” he asked, hoping to get her to play along a little.



She gave him an odd look. “Really, Mason? First John, now the twenty-year-old next door?”



“Yeah,” he said with his mouth a little dry.



“God, that might be worse than the old man,” she said as she shook her head.



“I just know what I would have thought if I had lived next door to you when I was his age,” Mason continued, trying to get her to play along.



“Whatever you say,” Jane answered him. He gave it a few minutes as they watched the movie, thinking. In the meantime, he wondered what the younger man had thought about his wife. Jane was a fox by any standard, and though she had just turned thirty a couple of months earlier, she easily could have passed for mid-twenties.



“Did he check you out?” he asked her suddenly, feeling his cock throb.



“Geez, you’re still thinking about that?” she asked him, but he just waited for her to answer his question. The tension was heavy in the air.



“Do you think he did?” she put the ball back in his court.



All he could do was nod back in response. He didn’t care if it was true. Even the idea of it was enough. A few minutes later, he was pushing his cock into his wife right there on the sofa, their movie forgotten.



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Colton may not have had much success with Jane several days earlier, but he hadn’t been able to get her off of his mind. The last few days, it had been raining, and she hadn’t been doing her regular workouts outside. Now, it seemed that fate was determined to even deprive him of seeing her. He knew that was dramatic, but he had been pretty down the last several days after he had gone and talked to Jane. He didn’t know what to do, but he had no outlet for his feelings for her. He actually had been successful at matching with one girl who was pretty out of his league, but he hadn’t sent her a message in his depressed state.



It was Saturday morning, though, and it wasn’t raining, so he knew there was a good chance she would go for a walk around the neighborhood. His watching her routines over the summer had paid off, and he could sometimes predict what she would do and when. If he watched her out of the front windows of his house, his view would be pretty limited, but at least he could see her. He had considered moving the camera there to get a better view, but it would still barely be a glimpse of her.



His burning desire and desperation had him ready for a riskier plan. Colton had woken up before dawn to get ready. Jane would be out just after the sun came up, and the road would take her right around the greenspace by the lake in the middle of the neighborhood.



He had taken his camera with him and set up early, taking pictures of the lake and the ducks while he waited for her to appear. She would probably see him, but it didn’t matter. He was allowed to be out in public and maybe being reminded of him would change her mind.



Several minutes passed, and he had long grown bored of taking pictures of the ducks floating on the water's surface when he finally saw someone in the distance on the road. His camera let him zoom in enough to see them in detail without being too obvious.



Colton’s heart stopped. It was Jane, but her husband was with her too.



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Mason walked beside his gorgeous wife as she pushed the stroller. She was wearing a sports bra and a pair of tight yoga pants. Her hair was up in a ponytail and she had on a hat to keep the sun out of her eyes. She looked every bit the part of a young, hot, stay at home mom.



She had insisted that he get up with her early for a walk before the day started. So they had gotten up around dawn and gotten everything together to bring Tyler with them. He had to admit, it was a nice way to start the weekend. They had been flirting for days about going out tonight.



“So tell me more about this club we’re going to tonight,” Jane said as she pushed the stroller beside him.



“It’s pretty upscale, but I figured we could get some drinks and do a little dancing,” he answered. He had spent half his waking hours this week thinking about other men watching her dancing in that revealing dress.



“As long as it’s an open bar for me,” Jane joked.



“Whatever you want,” Mason laughed as he answered her. They were getting close to the park along the lake in the middle of the neighborhood, and he felt the wind pick up. It was a beautiful day.



“Hey, isn’t that the kid living next door?” he asked her as he gestured toward the lake.



Jane’s demeanor stiffened. “Looks like it,” she answered him. A naughty idea popped into Mason’s head. No doubt the other day that this guy had seen Jane, but damn, she looked good today. He wanted to see the guy’s reaction to Jane up close.



“Let’s go say hello real quick,” he suggested to his wife.



“Mason, no,” she tried to dissuade. “Let’s just finish our walk.”



“Just for a minute, come on,” he told her, taking a path down into the grassy area toward the younger man. Jane hesitated behind him, but he didn’t stop. The younger guy was awkwardly standing there fiddling with his camera.



“Hey! How’s it going?” Mason asked him as he approached.



The kid looked surprised that he was talking to him. He must have been in his own world. “Oh, um, hey, mister,” he managed to say with difficulty. Mason wondered if he was always this socially awkward or if it was just that he was surprised.



“Mason, just call me Mason,” he said, extending his hand.



“I’m Colton,” the younger guy answered as he took his hand. Colton’s handshake was flimsy.



“My wife Jane was telling me that you were staying next door. I just wanted to introduce myself and let you know if you need anything, to just let us know,” he gestured to Jane as he said her name. Mason tracked Colton’s eyes as Jane walked up behind him with the stroller.



“Oh, uh, well, thanks. Nice to meet you,” Colton murmured, his eyes still on Jane.



Mason looked at the camera hanging from around his neck. “You’re into photography?” he asked, trying to keep the conversation going. The young man looked at the camera like he had forgotten it was there.



“Oh, uh, yeah,” Colton said, not elaborating. The conversation was a bit of a struggle, but Mason was determined to keep it going. Colton’s eyes had Jane and dropped to her chest, no doubt drawn to the fact that she was wearing a sports bra. He couldn’t blame the guy, but geez, it was pretty overt with him standing right there.



“So, what kind of photography do you do?” Mason asked as he tried to prompt him to open up.



“Mason, let him get back to what he was doing,” Jane’s voice was impatient from behind him. He looked over at her, communicating nonverbally with his wife. She seemed annoyed to be there.



“Well, in class, we mostly did portraits, but I kind of like landscapes too,” Colton said, his eyes still staring at Jane’s figure. Mason would typically have been aggravated by someone looking at his wife that way, but for some reason, he found watching this guy ogle his wife exciting.



“Portraits? Really?” Mason asked, his interest genuinely piqued.



“Uh yeah,” Colton said. It was like talking to a wall while all the guy could focus on was Jane.



“Cool, cool,” Mason said, “Well, it was nice to meet you. See you around.” There wasn’t much else to say, even to buy time for the guy to check out Jane.



“Yeah, uh, nice to meet you too,” Colton said while still looking at Jane, who just waved before turning to walk with Mason.



They had walked in silence a good way down the road before either of them spoke. “Did you enjoy that?” Jane asked him with a combination of annoyance and uncertainty.



“What do you mean?” he asked innocently.



“I know what you were doing,” she said, rolling her eyes at her husband.



“I’m just trying to be nice. He’s staying by himself and he’s young, almost a kid,“ Mason answered, trying to be convincing. Jane visibly cringed at his words but didn’t argue anymore. After that, the conversation shifted to other topics while they finished their walk.



Once they got home, Mason dropped Tyler off at his parent’s while Jane did pilates to round out her exercise for the day. He came home and poured himself some coffee, spending some time reading the news on his laptop at the kitchen island. Jane had been in the shower when he got home, but now he heard the water turn off in the shower upstairs. Deep breaths, he told himself. They hadn’t discussed their deal in several days and it was killing him to know if Jane would take him up on it. His expedited delivery had gotten the swimsuit to their house the night before, so he was ready.



Half an hour passed before Jane came downstairs. Finally, he thought, but Mason played it cool as if he didn’t remember their conversation earlier in the week. Jane walked up to the window and looked out in the back. It was sunny outside for the first time in days, but there was no sign of John yet. Mason had been keeping a close eye out for him.



She didn’t say anything but went back upstairs without a word. Shit, Mason thought to himself. The weather had cleared up, but where was John? His foot tapped impatiently while he tried to focus on the article he was reading.



Another half hour passed, and he was about to move to the living room when he heard the sound he had been waiting on. The sound of the lawnmower in the distance was unmistakable. Mason’s cock stiffened as soon as he heard it, which drew a laugh from him. That’s a little twisted, he thought to himself. Now, it was just a matter of waiting on Jane.



Several minutes passed, and he got antsier and antsier. He got up and paced into the living room, listening to see if he could tell what Jane was doing upstairs, but he couldn’t hear anything.



He walked back into the kitchen and looked out the window. He could see the top of John’s head over the fence as he rode his lawn mower back and forth across the backyard, but John wouldn’t be outside all day.



“So, which swimsuit?” Jane asked from behind him. He hadn’t even heard her come downstairs, but there she was, and, in the meantime, she had taken the time to do her hair and put on a little makeup after her shower.



“It’s in the top drawer of my dresser upstairs,” Mason told her without letting on. Jane raised her eyebrows, a little unsure, but a moment later, she turned to go find it.



Now Mason’s heart was starting to beat faster. Would she actually wear it, or was it too much? The minutes ticked by as he waited. She needed to hurry before John finished up and went inside.



Finally, he heard her coming down the stairs. Holy shit. Jane was standing there with her hand on her hip, not looking very pleased with him, but wearing the swimsuit. The black swimsuit made her white string bikini look conservative by comparison.



“Really?” was all Jane said, but he knew what she meant.



“Spin for me,” he told her. She obliged, still looking annoyed. The bottom was a thong style that essentially left all of her ass hanging out and barely covered her mound with a string that connected them but didn’t cover a thing. The small triangles covering her breasts left little to the imagination and had no padding, so her nipples were already faintly visible.



“I can’t go out there like this,” Jane told him as she looked at herself.



“You look beyond sexy,” Mason reassured her. Jane’s glare was less than enthused.



“Mason, I’ll do it, but let me just put on the white bikini from last time,” she offered. Mason wasn’t sure why, but seeing her in this swimsuit, he had to see John’s reaction.



“No,” he told her.



“No?” Jane said, surprised. Mason didn’t tell her no very often.



“John gets to see you in this one,” he said. His gorgeous wife didn’t seem to know what to say, but she was thinking.



“Fuck it,” Jane said. “It’s going to be a hell of bed and breakfast.” Without another word, she put on her sunglasses, strode confidently to the door, and went outside. Mason turned and literally ran upstairs to the window of the master bedroom to watch.



Jane was already sitting on the lounge chair, stretching out in the sun. She looked like she should be a model in a magazine with her light bronze skin and toned muscles. He managed to peel his eyes off his wife to see if John had noticed that she was outside, but so far, he hadn’t.



The backyard was almost finished being cut at this point, and surely, he would see her once he got back to his deck, Mason thought. A few minutes later, John finished his yard and headed inside, going up the stairs onto his back deck. Mason watched him, willing him to notice that Jane was outside.



John suddenly froze in place, looking out over the fence. Yes! Mason felt a little foolish as he hoped that the man would see his wife, but it was like an addiction.



The older neighbor stared at Jane for a few moments and then took off his glasses and cleaned them before putting them back on, probably in disbelief about what he was seeing. What was he thinking right now? Mason would have given anything to know that answer.



That’s when Jane sat up and waved at John.



Mason almost couldn’t believe it, but the other man nearly fell down. Jane stood up and strutted across the yard over to the fence where John had been watching her. The bikini was outrageous and her body was on full display for both of them. She wouldn’t have been out of place in that swimsuit with a group of coeds at spring break. Mason was rock hard as he watched her get to the fence and start talking to John, who was no more than six feet from her now.



He couldn’t quite make out where the man’s eyes were, but damn, it was so hot. In fact, this was probably the second of their neighbors to check out his wife’s cleavage this morning. John seemed to be enjoying the conversation with the young housewife and was talking very animatedly, waving his hands and gesturing. If Jane was uncomfortable, she didn’t show it. She stood there as confidently as could be with no sign she was aware that almost every inch of her was exposed to their elderly neighbor.



John pointed to something in the back of his yard, and Jane turned to look. That was when he saw John clear as day check out Jane’s ass in the thong bikini. He was already stroking himself through his shorts as he watched them, but God, this was just so hot. They kept talking for several minutes before she finally said goodbye and turned to walk away. She didn’t hurry but instead seemed to exaggerate the swinging of her hips as the man watched until she made it through the door and disappeared.



Mason ran out of the bedroom and took the stairs as quickly as he could, meeting Jane as he reached the bottom. He immediately grabbed Jane and kissed her, his hands frantically exploring her body. He roughly pulled the top off of her and his mouth found one of her nipples, sucking on it.



Jane moaned in response and reached her whole hand into his shorts to start stroking his cock. Mason couldn’t wait, and he didn’t bother moving anywhere but just lifted her leg with his arm and pulled his shorts down. Jane pulled the string on the side of her bottoms and flung them aside while he drove himself inside of her.



“Ohhhhh,” she moaned as he filled her. Mason was a bit rough as he thrust into her rapidly, but Jane seemed to be enjoying it too. He had her pressed against the railing of the staircase and was hammering into her.



They had barely started and he could already feel his release building. “I can’t believe you did that,” he told her.



“Shit, he couldn’t take his eyes off of me, Mason,” she told him. His pace increased even more as he raced to completion. Mason wasn’t able to speak, but Jane seemed happy to keep encouraging him.



“Harder,” she ordered him. His hand grabbed her ass firmly to hold her in place while he kept hammering away at her, and he knew he was close.



“Damn, ohhh. Shit, Jane,” he groaned as he came inside her. He held her there for a moment and then finally let her leg down.



“Well, I’d say that had you pretty turned on,” Jane teased him as she drew circles on his chest.



“What did you talk about?” he asked when he had finally caught his breath.



“I asked him about what he was planting in his garden in the back,” she giggled. “He seemed more than happy to tell me all about it.”



“He was definitely checking you out,” Mason said.



“It’s definitely the first time I’ve ever had a man that old eye fuck me like that,” Jane said with a laugh, “It felt dirty.”



It was so hot,” he said and kissed her again.



Jane ran her hand down his face, “You’re going to love the bed and breakfast I found. We’re getting a suite,” she told him playfully.



“So worth it,” he said, satisfied.



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The rest of the day had been pretty uneventful as they lounged around and spent the day together, but Mason had dreamed about Jane’s exhibitionism after he had fallen asleep. It was burned into his memory and it was all he could think about when he woke up the next morning.



“I should only be a few hours. The baby shower should be fairly small and then I’ll swing by the store on my way home.” Jane told her Mason as she steamed the blue sun dress she had picked out for the day. It was a warm Sunday afternoon and she had been looking forward to this shower for one of her good friends. Mason wasn’t mad that it was just for women and he could stay home and enjoy his time off, but



He pressed up against her from behind. “Mmm, that dress is going to look good on you, but you could afford to show a little more skin,” he said flirtatiously.



“It’s a baby shower, Mason, not a night out on the town. Besides, you aren’t even going,” she said, rolling her eyes.



“I know, but it’s still exciting knowing what you’re wearing in public,” He replied, pretending to pout.



“I saw how excited you were yesterday,” she joked.



“Exactly, and damn, you looked good,” he told her as he kissed her on the neck.



Jane turned to her husband. “All of my friends will be there today. I can’t just dress like a whore.” She joked. The day prior had only added more fuel to the fire of his lust and desire revolving around his wife.



“What do you think they’d say about yesterday?” he asked her.



Jane’s smile was naughty, “I’m sure they would have been surprised.”



“What do you think their husbands would have thought?” he asked her, being more provocative.

“God, Mason! You’re being so bad!” she said playfully. “Let me get dressed!”



“Well, what are you going to wear underneath?” He asked, running a finger down her back until he gently caressed her butt.



“You haven’t had enough of me after yesterday?” she flirted back. Jane always liked it when he showed how attracted he was to her.



“Never,” he said and kissed her on the lips. “They don’t need to know what you’re wearing especially for me. The only one who will see it is me when you get home.”



She let out an exaggerated sigh, “Fine, for your eyes only,” she winked. “Now, let me finish getting dressed. You can see later.”



Mason went downstairs, reveling in his victory, while he let Jane finish getting ready. He had seen a number of the new things that Jane had bought for herself, which included a generous amount of lingerie, but his mind was going wild with the possibilities. He sat in the living room, the anticipation killing him.



She walked through the living room as Mason was watching her intently. Jane grabbed a few things she needed before leaving, pretending she hadn’t noticed him staring at her.



“Any sneak peeks?” He asked hopefully.



“Sneak peeks of what?” Jane answered coyly.



“Underneath,” he said.



“Oh, you mean this?” She slipped the edge of the dress up her right thigh until it barely revealed the tiny string of her panties at her hip, and then she let it drop. Mason was speechless. Jane giggled. He knew that she loved having that effect on him. “Now, mister, I don’t want you touching yourself before I get home.” She said as she walked over and ran her fingers through his hair. “That’s my job,” she said with a wink.



Mason’s brain was in a fog as Jane's teasing diverted too much of his blood flow below his waist.



“I love you. I’ll see you in a bit!” she laughed playfully as she grabbed her purse and walked to the door.



“You’re such a tease!” He shouted after her as she bounded out the door.



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Jane walked through the sliding doors into the local grocery store, her hips swaying from side to side. Everything about her was perfect, Colton thought. He had followed her out today after seeing her getting ready without her husband. He didn’t know where she was going when he followed her, but it ended up being a party. After waiting a couple of hours, she finally left and headed back toward her house. He had worried that she was going straight home, but to his delight, she had stopped somewhere public.



Her hair was way down and her makeup done, making her look very mature. She was wearing a blue sundress with a modest neckline that came down almost to her knees. Very conservative, considering what he had seen her do in private. Jane maintained the perfect image of the classy housewife, but he knew the truth. He knew that underneath that façade that she was every bit a slut. After watching her the day before, he had decided that he had to try again. The show she had put on with that swimsuit, she had to have known that he would see it. It had to have been for him. Nothing else made sense. He sighed. If he couldn’t reason with her, he needed to bring that side out of her like he had last time.



His cock throbbed. He couldn’t wait any longer. It was time to play his hand. Colton stepped out of his car and followed her into the store, cautiously making his way down the aisles until he found her. There she was, looking radiant as she added things to her cart. He watched her for a few minutes until she was toward the back of the store.



Colton approached her from behind, making sure that nobody was too close to her to overhear them. “Uh, hey,” he said as he walked towards her. She startled at his voice and turned quickly toward him. As it dawned on her who he was, disgust filled her face again. Colton tried to maintain his composure while her eyes bore into him.



“I told you not to talk to me. Leave me alone.” She said coldly and turned to walk away. She seemed intent on keeping as much distance between them as she could. Today, though, Colton’s desire had emboldened him, and he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He glanced around him. Nobody was close by. He walked quickly to catch her, grabbing her by the arm and cutting her off as she tried to protest.



“Listen,” Colton said, his own anger bubbling to the surface. He was tired of her dismissing him, “You’re either going to do what I want, or I’m going to tell your husband and everyone else you know what you did.” His boldness seemed to have surprised both of them, but he suddenly realized how exposed he was in the aisle and how he was acting. He softened his expression and weighed his options. Colton quickly looked around him and had an idea. He let her go, but the feel of her skin and the smell of her perfume had only added to his lust. His desire for her was uncontrollable. Time to roll the dice, he thought. “So, this is how it’s going to work. Right now, you’re going to follow me into the bathroom and we’ll see if you want me to keep this secret.”



The fury in Jane’s eyes was unlike anything he had ever seen. His heart was thundering in his chest as he tried to stand his ground and appear confident.



“Fuck you.” She spat back, “I don’t believe you’re going to do anything.” She clearly didn’t like being blackmailed, but he knew that from last time.



That one stung, but his lust was still in control. “It’s your choice. I guess you’ll find out if I’m serious when you talk to your husband.” Colton said. He turned to walk away as calmly as he could, with his legs feeling like jelly. He knew this was a gamble, but he figured she might take him seriously if he seemed confident enough.



As he rounded the corner to the hallway and reached the public restroom, he stopped at the doorway. He looked around as inconspicuously as possible to ensure nobody was around. Not a soul in the back half of the store. Finally, some luck, he thought. He pushed through the door and stood by the sinks. He could feel himself sweating while he waited, unsure what would happen next. Should he wait by the door, or should he pick a stall? He hadn’t really thought this part out. He shuffled nervously, waiting. Too much time had passed, hadn’t it? Perhaps he had overplayed his hand.



The door suddenly flung open, and Jane stormed in.



“Now you listen. I’m not going to do anything with you. This is over. You’re going to delete the video because that was a mistake and you’re going to leave me alone. Don’t even look in the direction of my house.” Jane let loose. This was not the reaction Colton had expected when she followed him in, and it caught him completely off guard.



“Uh… uh…” he stuttered. He was about to accept defeat, but was that a slight waiver he saw in her resolve?



She was bluffing, he realized. She’s trying to take away the power he had over her. If she didn’t believe he would tell, then she wouldn’t have followed him in here. He just needed to focus and offer her hope of a way out, and she would bend. He thought for a moment.



“I’ll delete the video of you and leave you alone,” he offered, trying to figure out his next step.



“Do it. Right now,” she demanded. She looked gorgeous, even as furious as she was at him.



He swallowed. “If you do something for me,” he forced out.



Jane looked even more pissed as she realized he was still trying to get something from her. Her foot quickly tapped while she stared at him, unyielding. She took a moment to consider.



“What do I have to do?” She asked with caution.



Colton swallowed nervously. His confidence was at an all-time high, but he had never said something to a woman like he was about to say.



“I, uh, want you to give me a… uh… blowjob,” he finished, trailing off at the end.



If looks could kill, he would surely be dead. “You’re disgusting. You really think I’m going to suck your little cock?”



He didn’t have a response to that and he wondered if he had made a colossal mistake. Panic started to set in as he watched her expression. If his legs had worked at that moment, he would have cut bait and run out of the store, but he was frozen in place.



“Ugh, unbelievable.” she put her face into her hands and sighed with frustration. “Fine. Let’s get this over with. Then we’re done.” She said with anger in her voice.



She pushed him back into the stall while he was still too stunned to speak, following him in. She closed the door behind them and locked the latch. Jane wasted no time in dropping to her knees. She started unzipping his pants. His uncut penis was already hard when it flopped out right in front of her face.



Jane reached out and grabbed it with her hand. Her small fingers wrapped around his cock, not quite able to completely encircle his shaft as she started stroking him slowly. Colton couldn’t believe this was actually happening, but wow, it felt incredible. He couldn’t help but grin as he watched her work his shaft. She must have noticed his smile.



“Can you not look so pleased with yourself?” Jane asked in annoyance, but she started stroking him faster, drawing an involuntary moan from Colton. She was clearly trying to get him to cum quickly to get this over with.



He sat back on the toilet so he could focus on the sensation and watch her work.



He was feeling more powerful and emboldened as he watched his cock right in front of the beautiful woman’s face. Colton placed his hand on the back of Jane’s head and pushed it down toward his cock. She resisted with a disgusted look on her face.



“Okay, okay. Just give me a second,” she said desperately, steeling herself. Colton, however, was full of lust and feeling impatient. He tried to push her head down again.



“Can you stop trying to force your little cock into my mouth?” Jane said angrily as she pulled back.



“Little? That’s not what you said last time,” he said reflexively, leaving her speechless for once. Jane’s light brown eyes looked up at him, furious, as she wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and started working her way down to the base. Her eyes never broke eye contact as she took every inch of him to the back of her throat and held it. Colton nearly came immediately and had to use all of his willpower to hold off. Damn, he thought, she really wants to make me cum. I can’t let her win that easily.



Jane came up and took a gasping breath with saliva dripping down her chin. “I fucking hate you,” she said and then immediately ran her tongue up the underside of his cock, sending shivers down him. She wrapped her lips around him again and started to bob up and down on it, using every trick she knew. She kept this up for a minute or so. She was giving it everything she had, really pumping him with her mouth, and even started moaning while she did it.



“Fuckk,” Colton moaned with immense pleasure.



Jane stopped and looked at him joylessly, “Can you just hurry up and cum?”



Colton again decided to try his luck, “It would help if you, um, showed me your… uh…” he trailed off, trying to explain what he wanted. Jane, however, had followed his eyes down to her chest and seemed to know what he wanted.



Again, loathing emanated from the slender young housewife as she reached up and lowered the dress off her shoulders so she could pull down her top. Colton marveled at the thought that she was pulling her tits out so that he could cum faster while she blew him. She revealed her lace blue bra as she lowered the fabric of her dress. This had been the best idea he had ever had. She pulled the bra down to her stomach so her breasts were free. Her small, perky breasts and the small nipples fit perfectly with her long, lithe body.



Jane immediately grabbed his cock again and started to suck the tip while she pumped the base with her hand. Colton leaned forward and grabbed a breast in each hand, gently pinching both nipples. She flinched at his touch but didn’t stop him, and a moment later, he felt her nipples harden under his fingertips.



“Having fun?” Jane asked when she pulled his cock out of her mouth. She didn’t wait for an answer but instead swirled her tongue around the head of his cock and then took him into her mouth again. Colton watched her face as she continued to stare daggers at him. It was too much.

“Oh God, you’re so fucking good at that,” Colton panted, squeezing her nipples harder. He could have sworn he saw Jane smirk for just a moment at the compliment.



“Yeah?” she asked as she used both hands to stroke his cock. “You like how I suck your cock?”



Colton wasn’t sure if she was just trying to bait him to finish or if she was actually getting into it, but either way, he was getting closer.



“Fuck yeah,” he answered. He knew he wasn’t exactly creative with his dirty talk, but he had never done it before.



“Is this big, thick cock going to cum for me?” Jane asked with emphasis dripping off of the words. She either deserved an Oscar, or she really was getting into it. Her eyes had gone from anger to more of a determined look.



“Now it’s big?” Colton asked her.



Jane was giving in to her lust. “It’s fucking huge,” she said as she jacked him off.



“Yeah, I’m going to cum,” Colton said as he closed his eyes.



“Fucking cum for me,” Jane said and took that as her chance to finish the job. She deepthroated him suddenly, and Colton reflexively grabbed the back of her head and pumped his cock into her throat. The feeling in his balls was reaching a fever pitch. Her brown eyes held eye contact while he fucked her throat in the bathroom stall.



The creak of the door opening unexpectedly brought him back to reality and killed his impending orgasm. His eyes opened, and Jane's eyes were huge, panic having replaced whatever as she wrenched her head up. She looked at Colton and held a finger up to her mouth to tell him to be quiet as if he had to be told. The person who had come in had gone straight to the sink to wash their hands. Both Jane and Colton were frozen in place as the sound of the faucet started.



The stall went to the floor on the sides, but the door stopped about a foot above the floor. Jane, realizing they could see her under the stall door, quickly stood up and turned to peek out of the crack of the door. She stole a glance and then moved a foot to either side of the door to try to hide them from view.



Colton sat there, looking at her from behind, her perky ass covered by just her dress, and his cock about to burst. He reached up and slid his hands under her dress until he touched the sides of her legs. Jane turned and glared at him, angrily mouthing words in silence as she swatted at his hand. He had already seen the other side of Jane start to come out. She just needed to go a little further.



Instead of stopping, he ran his hands up to her hips and stood up behind her as he pulled her dress up. This uncovered her entire ass, which was barely covered by a tiny blue g-string that matched the rest of her outfit. Her slender backside was toned and perky from the pilates and squats he had watched her do so consistently. Jane tried to push him back away from her while her facial expressions silently screamed at him to stop. He squeezed her bare ass despite her protests. Jane rolled her eyes in revulsion and snuck another peek through the crack in the door while he continued to grope her.



Colton couldn’t resist with how close he had been to finishing. He reached down and pulled the thin strip of her panties out of the way, and pressed his cock against her opening. She realized what he was doing right as he thrust upward into her tight pussy. He had barely gotten the tip inside her when her hand locked around his cock, squeezing tightly.



The sink was still running.



“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Jane risked whispering with the sound of the running water to cover her voice. “You aren’t going to fuck me,” she hissed and pulled his cock back out of her.



Colton’s lust had driven him to the point of not caring if someone heard them. He started thrusting upward into her hand. She just glared at him as he squeezed her ass and pumped into her hand, making her essentially jack him off. The water turned off, and they listened to the stranger dry his hands. Colton had an idea and quietly slipped his phone from his shirt pocket. He started a video and got a great angle of Jane’s ass with her panties still pulled aside. He carefully put the phone on the toilet paper holder, angled to film them.



The second the door closed, Jane spun around to face him.



“You almost got us caught,” she whispered furiously at him. He didn’t answer, instead pushing her down to her knees in front of him again. She didn’t need to be told what to do.



Without missing a beat, Jane wrapped her lips around his cock and started sucking his cock like her life depended on it. Her hair was a mess as she had to push it out of her face, and her mascara was starting to run, but she was in her element.



Pumping his entire length with both hands, she freed her mouth. “Are you going to cum?” she asked him again.



“Keep going,” he told her, trying to drag it out as long as possible. She deepthroated him again, and he grabbed her head and pumped his cock into her mouth. Jane’s response was to moan around his cock. She pushed back a little and he let her breathe. Spit was dripping from his cock, and she gasped for breath while her hands went back to stroking him. Her brown doe eyes were looking up at him and he could see the lust clearly in her eyes now.



“Fuck, Colton, I need your cum. Fucking cum for me,” the emphasis she put on each word was slow and deliberate in an outrageously seductive way.



“Okay,” Colton said, barely able to reply. Now Jane was definitely smirking, pleased with herself. She grabbed a handful of toilet paper, and then she deepthroated him again as if it was her finishing move. Oh, it was coming. It was almost here. Where was he supposed to cum? They hadn’t talked about it before, and his brain completely shut down. Jane finally had to breathe and pulled back.



“When you cu-“ she started, gesturing to the toilet paper. It was too late, though, and Colton couldn’t control himself.



As soon as his cock came out of her mouth, he came. Colton had been pent up, and his eruption was massive. The first spray of hot cum across her face surprised her, making her pull back. The second, third, and fourth ropes coated her breasts, her lace bra, and the front half of her dress.



Her eyes were closed as cum dripped off of her face and breasts. “Oh my god, are you fucking kidding?” Jane asked him angrily as she got up off of her knees. She immediately started trying to clean herself up with toilet paper. She wiped cum off of her face so she could open her eyes. Colton quickly turned off his recording on his phone and sat back on the toilet, his legs too weak to stand. He had never experienced anything like that before.



Jane opened her eyes as she finished wiping her face. She looked down at the mess he had made of her. Her blue dress had dark stains down the front of the material. The lace bra that had been pulled down was nearly saturated. “Holy shit, this is so much cum,” Jane said in shock as she tried her best to clean herself up. She grabbed more toilet paper to try to wipe as much of it off of her clothing as she could.



Colton was still trying to recover when she opened the stall door and looked back at him. She had quickly done her best to situate herself and had her dress back on, though the obvious dark cum stains were all down the front of it.



Jane sighed. “Fuck. Delete the video. Don’t contact me again,” she said with ice in her voice before she turned and walked out of the bathroom. He pulled his pants up and followed her out in time to watch her make a hasty exit from the store before anyone noticed her disheveled appearance.



Colton took his time walking to his car, trying to take in everything that had happened. Jane’s lust had seemed to get out of control just like last time. It was clearly a trend and Colton was already thinking about how else he could exploit it. He got into his car and rewatched the video he had just taken. He knew he had told Jane this would be the last time, but he couldn’t give her up.



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Mason grabbed another beer from the fridge and cracked it open. He took a deep drink, lost in thought. He had been eagerly waiting for Jane to come home from the baby shower, his mind preoccupied with how she was out in public with almost nothing on underneath her dress. Nobody would know, but



He heard the door open and walked to greet his wife. He walked into the foyer as she was almost to the stairs.



Jane’s appearance took him aback. Her hair was a mess and her mascara was running a little from both eyes despite looking like she had done her best to fix it. The blue dress she had worn to the shower had dark stains down the front.



“Geez, what happened?” Mason asked from across the room, freezing Jane in place. She hadn’t seen him until he spoke, but she quickly turned towards him.



“I, um,” she started, nervously avoiding eye contact with him, “spilled coffee all over myself.” She shook her head in disbelief at herself. “I had stopped to get coffee on the way home, and someone pulled out in front of me, and it went everywhere.” Mason had no reason to distrust Jane, but it didn’t look like coffee stains to hi



He walked towards her and looked at the dress from up close, inspecting the dark stains. “Geez, did it burn?” he asked as he touched one of the stains. It was a little sticky.



“Um, no, it was an iced coffee. Well, a latte,” she said as she turned a little away from him towards the stairs.



“Hmmm, well, I’ve been waiting on you all day,” he said as his hands slipped around his wife to pull her back toward him.



“Mason, I need to go change,” she started, but he leaned in to kiss her. She turned her head away from him. Mason wasn’t going to let her go that easily and his hand turned her head back until his lips found hers. She resisted him at first, but then her lips parted for him. They kissed deeply and he moved her back against the wall as they continued to kiss. Jane’s resistance seemed to melt away quickly.



Mason’s hand slid around to her front and under her dress to between her legs. Her panties were already soaked through. He smiled as they made out, thinking about what that meant. Had wearing the skimpy lingerie underneath her dress affected her as much as it had him? It must have been what had gotten her so turned on because that hadn’t just happened. She had been turned on for a while before she got home.



His hand slipped under her panties and his wife moaned. Her hand grabbed his cock tightly through his pants, almost bringing him to his knees.



“Oh God, Jane,” he said.



“I need this, now,” she said as she squeezed his cock to make sure he knew what she meant. The hunger in her brown eyes burned into him. More than desire, she needed it. He didn’t have to answer because she was already unzipping his pants and pulling it out.



As soon as his cock was out, Mason tried to lower himself to start lining up with her to take her right there against the wall, but she shook him off. She guided him over to the sofa and had him sit down. She stood in front of him and slipped the dress off, letting it fall around her ankles. All she was wearing was a blue bra and panty set she had teased him with that morning.



Mason watched Jane pull her thong aside and straddle him, slowly bringing herself down onto his cock that was sticking up in the air. It entered her with no resistance as she bottomed out on him with her first attempt. He felt his wife shiver as he filled her.



“Damn, Jane,” he said as he laid back. She slowly raised up and down on him, his cock disappearing into her each time. He was happy to enjoy the show.



“You like how I feel?” Jane purred into his ear, exaggerating the slow movements of her hips.



“God, yes,” he said. “All I could think about all day was your slutty underwear under that dress that nobody knew about.”



“Oh yeah?” Jane asked. She waited a few moments and asked him another question. “What would you do if someone had seen it?” His cock twitched inside of her, and she bit his ear lobe in response. God, she was so good at teasing him.



“I don’t know,” was all he managed to say as his mind was swimming with fantasies.



“Tell me,” Jane demanded as she rose up his shaft painstakingly slowly. He hesitated, and she held herself above him, the tip of his cock about to slip out of her.



“It would be so hot,” he groaned, and his hips rose to push into her more. She swept her dark brown hair out of the way. Her face was hard to read, but she rewarded him by dropping back down onto his cock before she started slowly rising again. Jane placed a hand back on his chest to support herself while she continued to watch him.



“You really want someone to see that much of me?” she asked. “You want them to see these?” Jane asked as she unclasped her bra and tossed it aside. He realized suddenly that this was an interrogation but with pleasure rather than torture to extract the information. And like a sexual polygraph, the twitches in his cock, the movement of his hips, and his face would tell her what she wanted to know.



Jane was a pro at getting what she wanted.



He swallowed, knowing they were entering uncharted territory for them. “Yeah,” he said, and again, she rewarded him by taking all of his cock into her warm pussy.



“You’re a dirty boy.” She smiled naughtily. “So, who do you want to see me?” she asked, pressing him to tell her more.



“I don’t know,” he said, trying his best to keep control.



“Hmmm, John’s already seen most of me,” she said as she ground down onto his lap. “You want that dirty old man to see my panties?”



His mouth was dry. “Yeah,” Mason didn’t want to go into it this far, but she was breaking all of his resistance. He was so hard from the talk and could come at any second, but she was edging him masterfully with her slow movements.



“Do you think he saw you fuck me on the balcony?” she asked with her lips brushing against his ear. It was almost too much for Mason and he could feel himself ready to pop, but Jane was riding him too slowly for him to reach that point.



“I hope so,” he groaned. He was surprised by his honesty, but he had imagined John watching her as he had bent her over the railing, and it had turned him on so much that he had cum too soon to get Jane off that night.



“Mmmm,” she moaned. “What about Colton?” Her eyes were bore into him as she waited for his answer. Mason couldn’t deny it to her while she had his cock in her pussy like a vice grip. She could have asked him for nuclear codes at the moment and he would have spilled his guts.



“Especially him,” he answered and braced for Jane’s answer.



“Why?” she asked him while she continued to edge him, keeping him in a mix of agony and bliss. But there it was, the question he had been afraid she would ask him. He had no idea why he found it so erotic, but his cock seemed to take control when that subject came up.



“He could barely keep his eyes off of you the other day,” he admitted, “He was staring at your chest, and I don’t know why, but it’s been driving me crazy.”



She drove herself down on him again, rewarding his honesty again. “Really?” she asked. Her breath was getting heavier, and Mason realized for the first time that she seemed to be turned on by the talk too.



Maybe, he thought, just maybe. He decided to take a risk. “He probably went home and jerked off while he thought about you,” he said to see if Jane would respond. Her movements sped up slightly, but her eyes narrowed at him.



“God, and you want the poor boy to see all of this?” she asked, squeezing her breasts together for him.



“At least,” he said as he grabbed her ass and squeezed it. Jane leaned forward onto his chest and let Mason take over the work as he started pumping his cock into her.



He kissed her along her neck. “You think he would like it?” Jane asked while she rested for a moment.



“He’d want to fuck you,” Mason told her. His state of arousal was making him more bold. He increased the speed of his effort, hoping to get Jane off. It had the effect of making her breasts bounce as he drove up into her.



“Fuck, Mason,” Jane said in response, her hands gripping the back of the sofa tightly to brace herself. She seemed to be getting closer, turning her head toward him and kissing him hard. “Don’t stop. I’m going to cum,” she told him, her lips less than an inch from his. Mason kept his pace perfectly.



Mason decided to push again to see if Jane was enjoying their play as much as he was. “Maybe I’ll invite him over to take some pictures of you,” he told her.



“Really?” she asked him between her breaths, panting as she was on the precipice.



“If you wear something like this,” he said as his fingertip ran along her thong.



“Ohhhhh, God,” she moaned as her orgasm hit. He felt her pussy clamp down on his cock. It was too much to restrain himself anymore.



“Shit, Jane. Ughhh,” he gave a few final deep thrusts as he filled her up. He slowed to a stop and they were still, both panting from the effort. His arms were around Jane, holding her. Her head was still resting against his, neither of them speaking as they stayed in their embrace. Mason’s mind was clearing in the wake of his orgasm, wondering what Jane was thinking.