- Sun Jun 08, 2014 10:32 pm
#41386
We own a small apartment in the city that we visit most weekends. Last year we noticed that a young man lived in the apartment behind us and was able to look into our bedroom window. My wife first noticed this when we were having sex with her in the cowgirl position. Our room was dark, but a light in the closet light her up a little. His apartment was in the dark, too, but some outside light showed him clearly looking at her. She enjoyed the idea of him looking on and I enjoyed her additional performance for his benefit.
One of the reasons I love the cowgirl position is because I love looking at my wife's beautiful breasts, broad shoulders, defined collar bones and erect nipples as she convulses and enjoys my efforts below, but over time I become enticed by the idea of her showing herself completely to this man, who could probably only see her waist up over our window sill.
Everything went according to plan and the young man got a nice look at her wiping herself off after sex. I went to clean up and then walked out of the bedroom . . . to find my wife, still nude, standing under a recessed light in our living room . . . in clear view of the street, checking her phone. Her face was in shadow, securing her against any recognition in pictures, but her breasts were lit to their points and her pubic hair glowed with the light. She'd been there at least a few minutes and I was sure that many of the Sunday night returning home crowd had had the pleasure of the view. Just when I was beginning to think that her standing still gave the impression of a mannequin not a real person, she moved easily to our pantry, still naked, but now out of the light and invited me for some "alone" time.
One of the reasons I love the cowgirl position is because I love looking at my wife's beautiful breasts, broad shoulders, defined collar bones and erect nipples as she convulses and enjoys my efforts below, but over time I become enticed by the idea of her showing herself completely to this man, who could probably only see her waist up over our window sill.
Everything went according to plan and the young man got a nice look at her wiping herself off after sex. I went to clean up and then walked out of the bedroom . . . to find my wife, still nude, standing under a recessed light in our living room . . . in clear view of the street, checking her phone. Her face was in shadow, securing her against any recognition in pictures, but her breasts were lit to their points and her pubic hair glowed with the light. She'd been there at least a few minutes and I was sure that many of the Sunday night returning home crowd had had the pleasure of the view. Just when I was beginning to think that her standing still gave the impression of a mannequin not a real person, she moved easily to our pantry, still naked, but now out of the light and invited me for some "alone" time.