I missed our rendezvous last Friday Scott. Your wife was home and she almost always shuts the curtains. Although, on occasion she has left them open and I have seen the beautiful show you put on. The Friday before last John almost caught us. What would he do if he knew what I did on Friday nights?
I am here, waiting for you for our routine. It is Friday night; I am sitting in the chair facing the bed, with my clothes off in anticipation of your arrival. I see you come and go from the bedroom, getting ready for your shower I assume. I know, it is the methodical steps of our appointment that keep me coming back.
I see you emerge from the bathroom, towel wrapped around your waist, and that hard chiseled chest of your glistening with water. I can already make out the bulge in your towel. It is time for HBO, and I can feel the wetness creep into my pussy.
"What?" I say out loud.
Who is she Scott? A tall blonde vixen emerges from the hall doorway. She is beautiful Scott, but she is not your wife my friend. You are not alarmed, so I know you are acquainted. She walks right up to you and gives you a lustful kiss, and slowly runs her hand down your chest and your hard six pack abs.
She steps back and says a few words; can not quite make out what she is saying, but you waste no time in dropping your towel. Your beautiful cock is already filling with blood, and slightly bobs with the release is has just experienced. She takes an other step backwards and just looks you over. She says a few more words and then reaches for the beautiful piece of cock.
My pussy has never been as wet as it is right now. I watch as she slowly strokes your cock, massaging your head with each up stroke. She says a few more words, and then you look right at me. I almost get worried you can see me, but flood with sexual energy as you smile and then push your friend down to her knees.
The blonde slowly strokes your cock at eye level. She picks up your cock pushing against your abdomen and then reaches down with her head and licks your heavy smooth balls. With this motion you look back at the window looking directly into my eyes and smile.
You do know I am here! I thought you might, but now I knew it for sure. You have been putting these shows on for me, and knew I was watching you. Now I am jealous she is there, and I am not. My mouth goes drying thinking about trying to suck that big beautiful cock of yours. Why is she there? Why did you not ask me to service you? I would have you know.
I think I may truly cheat on John if it is with you. I may even do it right in your window with the curtain open to give that risk feel that John might see us. I would love to take that cock into my mouth and see how much of it I could take down my throat.
The blonde slowly pulls your cock down to her lips and opens her mouth. Her tongue darts out and licks the pre cum off of the tip. She holds the base of your cock with her right hand and slowly takes the head into her mouth. I can almost feel the weight of your cock as I slide my finger down to my anticipating clit. I have already left a small puddle on the chair from my leaking sex.
