Ch. 02
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 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.
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