CHAPTER FOUR
Joe's mind struggled to compute the scene in front of him, and so he stood transfixed in the doorway to his condo. The doorknob in his right hand and a bag of takeout from the restaurant in his left hand.
He'd left early, leaving the closing duties to his sous chef for the first time since they'd opened. They weren't busy, but they weren't empty either. Nothing had gone wrong all night, so Joe figured if ever there was a time to take off the training wheels, tonight was as good a night as any. Joe's plan had been to grab some food from the kitchen, and head home early to surprise his wife.
He hoped that they could share a meal over a glass of wine and they could maybe repeat their session from a couple of nights ago. He'd been thinking about that night for the last two days, and today, he'd had the added torture of having Janice show up to work in street clothes, which consisted of a pair of barely-there-shorts, and a thin tank top draped over an obviously braless chest. When she'd arrived, he'd been in the walk-in freezer, and she'd come in to ask him a question. Within seconds, her nipples looked as though they would shred through the thin tank top, and he'd been forced to maintain various leaning and bent-over positions, lest he reveal the noticeable bulge in his pants.
With those images running through his head all day, he had decided he was going to surprise his wife.
Little did he realize that he was the one who was in for a surprise.
When Joe first opened the door to the condo, his attention had first been drawn to the television, which was on, but playing a commercial. The couch was empty so he began to scan the condo for Jenny, but he'd gotten caught halfway through his scan when the sight of his wife completely naked, legs spread wide, a hand between her legs, facing the window, froze him.
Seeing him must have froze her too, because for several moments, the two of them just stared at each other. The fact that the door to the hallway stood open didn't occur to Joe.
From Joe's vantage point, he couldn't see what was happening in the condo unit across the courtyard. All he could see was what appeared to be his wife naked and masturbating in front of their large living room window.
Even while Joe stayed frozen in place, his baser reflexes still reacted, as blood flowed to a certain organ, and an erection once again sprang up in his trousers.
Every part of the scene in front of Joe was hard for him to imagine. Even seeing his wife naked in the condo was surprising. Unless they were making love, Jenny usually tried to cover up. Even going from the bedroom to the shower or vice versa, she would usually cover herself in a towel. Force of habit, he'd always assumed.
Add to that the fact that she'd obviously been masturbating, and you now had two sights that Joe wasn't used to seeing. In their half decade of marriage, Joe had only ever seen his wife masturbate a handful of times, and even then, it was only during sex after he'd asked her to. He had never even been certain that she pleasured herself on her own. When he'd asked her once she said, "Sometimes, I guess," and left it at that.
Finally, Jenny was not only naked and masturbating, she appeared to be doing it in a place where anyone who wanted to could see it. While Joe could come to terms with the previous two facts, nothing in his knowledge of his wife would allow him to process this last piece of information. Jenny was a beautiful woman, and a fine lover, but she was never particularly adventurous. They'd never had sex in a public place, or even in any place where there was a chance of them getting caught.
Now, she was exposing herself to all their neighbors that cared to look? What the fuck was going on?
Jenny was the first to come out of the shock. She sprang from her seated position on the floor, and took off towards the bedroom, covering herself with one arm as she did so, as if modesty was now suddenly important.
As she darted to the bedroom she called, "Close the door."
The words finally woke Joe from his stupor, and he pulled his key from the lock and swung the door closed with his foot. A second door in the condo banged shut as their bedroom door closed.
Still not sure what to make of the scene he'd just witnessed, Joe deposited his takeout on the counter, and as he walked deeper into the condo, he noticed Jenny's clothes piled on the couch.
Leaving both the food and the clothes where they were, Joe walked to where Jenny had been sitting just a moment before and looked out the window, seeing the view that his wife had just been witnessing moments before.
As he scanned the horizon, his gaze landed on the condo unit with the beautiful blonde who liked to walk around naked. Through the windows, Joe saw a person in the condo, but it wasn't the blonde. It was a man, who was crumpled into a seat, completely nude, limbs draped over the side as if he were exhausted.
This man was not just any man. Even to Joe's eyes, he was an impressive physical specimen. He looked like he'd been ripped out of a superhero movie, only it would have been an x-rated one, because his penis was also on display.
The implications of a naked man across the courtyard from where his wife had just moments earlier been equally naked and masturbating hit Joe, and for a moment, he began to feel an emotion he couldn't quite identify. Anger? Jealousy? Both? But also... something else?
Then, a movement in the condo caught his eye, and a second, more familiar, figure appeared from one of the adjoining rooms and tossed a towel towards the prone man, which he caught one handed and used to wipe himself down.
His blonde exhibitionist neighbor had just come out of the washroom where she'd gone to retrieve a towel.
She was holding a towel of her own, but from this distance, Joe could still make out a shininess covering her breasts. And was it his imagination, or was there something smeared across her face as well?
The blonde began wiping herself down with her own towel, and Joe forgot about the naked man altogether. His cock was now uncomfortably hard in his pants, and he had to resist the urge to unzip and let it free.
The woman began by wiping her face. Based on the vigor of her movements, Joe thought that he had guessed right. There had indeed been something on her face. The idea of what it was, and how it had landed there, made his dick twitch in his pants.
When she was done with her face, the blonde started wiping the rest of her body down with the towel, making sure not to miss a spot. Joe followed the towel down her body, his eyes drinking in every inch of that gorgeous body.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he remembered that his wife was home, and locked in their bedroom, and he shook himself free of his ogling.
He backed away from the window, lest the couple see him staring. Then again, if they did, could they really blame him? They were the ones exposing themselves to the entire building.
Nonetheless, Joe needed to gather his thoughts. Now that he'd seen what was happening on the other side of the glass window, his wife's earlier position started to make a little more sense. It was no less surprising, but it did make sense. Some sense.
His Jenny, blatantly masturbating while watching their neighbors have sex? Part of him thought that was impossible. Another part of him wondered how it was any different from him watching porn?
'Because you don't don't watch porn while fully naked and stroking yourself in front of the window,' Joe thought.
To his surprise, his cock twitched once more.
Whatever the case, the way Jenny had rushed into their room and slammed the door behind her, she was obviously embarrassed.
Joe made his way to their bedroom door and knocked softly. He didn't wait for an answer. He twisted the doorknob and walked in.
The bedroom was dark. All the shades had been drawn, and Joe could just barely make out a shape under the covers on Jenny's side of the bed.
He made his way over, and sat down next to her, placing one hand lightly on where he assumed her back was.
"Hey. Everything okay?" Joe asked.
"Fine," Jenny said.
"I brought home dinner."
"I'm not hungry right now."
"Okay. Can I get you anything else? A drink?"
"No. Thank you."
"Do you want to tell me what that was all about?" Joe asked, a tiny bit of tension seeping into his voice.
"Nothing."
"Hey. Come on. You can talk to me. I'm not mad."
Jenny looked up at him in the dark room. The little light that was seeping through the shades reflected off her eyes.
"Why should you be mad?"
"I mean, if that's what you're worried about, I'm not."
"I'm not worried about that."
"Okay, so then what's the problem?"
"I told you, there's no problem."
"Then why are you hiding in bed when it's barely past eight o'clock?"
Jenny buried her head in her pillow once more.
In a muffled voice she said, "I don't want to talk about it. Can you please just drop it?"
"Jenny, I just walked in on you doing something I've never seen you do in all the years we've been married. You don't think we should maybe talk about that?"
"No."
"But..."
"Please. Just leave me alone right now."
Joe finally bit his tongue and stood. He walked out of his own bedroom, into the hallway and back into the living room. His curiosity got the best of him, and he made his way back to the window, but by the time he got there, there was no sign of his blonde neighbor or her new guest.
Joe sighed and went to the kitchen to unpack his takeout. So much for his plans for a nice romantic evening, he thought.
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The following day at work was no better for Jenny, and she wondered if this week would ever end. She was having an equally difficult time concentrating, but for different reasons. Jenny no longer felt horny. No, now she just felt embarrassment and shame for what her husband had caught her doing. Not only had Joe caught her, but now she was certain that the blonde KNEW that she'd been watching them. What if she ran into her in the lobby of the building, or in the parking garage? Or worse, what if she told other neighbors?
