Pulling into her driveway Kathy's mind whirred and buzzed. She glanced at the clock before she shut down the engine, acknowledging that she had barely an hour before her kids would be home from school. She reached into the back seat, snatched up her coat and tossed it over her shoulders as she stepped from the car. Hurrying into her home she put the coat back into the closet and rushed upstairs to the window in her bedroom. She stood there, staring at Matt's window as she pushed her skirt down, he wasn't there but she was aroused beyond belief and all she could do was hope that he would appear but regardless, at this point, she couldn't stop herself. Her right hand ran between her legs, finding her clit and rolling her fingers around it. She closed her eyes and moaned, feeling a climax building but seeking to hold it, to let it build even further. She wanted an explosion of an orgasm and it was tantalisingly close.
When she opened her eyes she found Matt at his window, watching intently. The thrill of it raced all through her like electricity and she gasped in pleasure. When Matt grasped his hard cock Kathy chewed at her lower lip and increased the work on her clit. She turned slowly before bending at the waist and displaying her plugged ass. Looking over her left shoulder at Matt she saw the pace of his stroking increase and she intensified the work on her clit. Her knees trembled and she groaned loudly as her orgasm arrived with a deep shudder.
Fifteen minutes later she had closed the bedroom curtains, quickly showered and was on her way downstairs to return to her role as Kathy, wife and mother. It was becoming difficult to maintain both versions of Kathy and there was little doubt that Kathy the exhibitionist was becoming the dominant version. There were fewer and fewer times when her mind was not swirling with thoughts of displaying herself, the deep and intense thrill that it gave her. She was in a near constant state of arousal and all that she wanted was more. So, the juggling of her personas would have to continue.
When Ryan arrived home and mentioned that he'd just been chatting with Matt, Kathy's gut clenched. It did not matter how many times she told herself that Matt couldn't talk about what they had been doing any more than she could, the fear of a stray wrong word or an unlikely admission was still strong. So when Ryan told her that he had invited Matt and Olivia over on the upcoming Friday evening Kathy had a moment of sheer panic but contained it and agreed with her husband that it should have happened before now. It left her with two days to prepare, to conquer her dread.
