I arrived home to an empty house. There was a note of the refrigerator from J.J. that read;
I CANNOT AND WILL NOT LIVE LIKE THAT! YOU WILL NOT ACT THE WAY YOU DID BEFORE YOU LEFT HERE EVER AGAIN. YOU ARE MY WIFE NOT SOME TRICK OFF THE STREET AND YOU BETTER START ACTING LIKE YOU KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU! I WILL NOT TALK ABOUT THIS MATTER ANY FURTHER. WHEN YOU HAVE COME TO YOUR SENSES AND APOLOGIZE, I WILL FORGIVE YOU. BUT NEVER AGAIN WILL YOU DESTROY OUR HOME OR LAY A FINGER ON ME. GOT IT! YOUR HUSBAND, JAMES
I took the note down and threw it in the trash. It angered me at first, but I made up my mind not channel my inner bad girl when things between James and I got rough. If I could do that, I could do anything! My house was quiet, too quiet. I didn’t expect J.J. to walk through the door anytime soon and I was tired from traveling. The issue with Tina was still on my mind, but I guess she was okay because the whole flight home she kept looking into the air and smiling. I didn’t have much to say to her ever since the club incident. Funny how the two most important people in my life managed to make me the most outraged and miserable in a matter of days and each wanted me to fix the situation first. I contemplated my next move in each situation from my favorite thinking spot, the bay window.
It was a dreary morning. You know the kind of day that makes you want to crawl to the center of your bed, get underneath the covers and pretend that it is still night outside. But instead, I reached for the faux fur blanket that was stretched along the back of the couch, wrapped it around me, put on my fury bear claw slippers, propped the pillows up against one side of the bay window in the living room and scooted on the cushion, knees bent, in a sitting fetal position. I leaned my head to one side and started to imagine the rain (or the inclement weather that appeared to be coming) falling at that angle. Then I tried to imagine life without me in it. I couldn't. Not because I didn't try, but because these losers I call family and friends wouldn't be anything if I weren't there to give them my special brand of love. That thought plastered a smile on my face so wide that I laughed out loud. I straightened my neck and stared at the house across the street. Someone was in the window there too! I guess I wasn't the only one with an early morning problem. So I watched.
It was a woman I'd never seen before. I squinted as I tried to make out her full figure from five hundred yards way. Aw, what the hell, I needed binoculars. Without turning my head, I reached for the pair resting on the shelf under the coffee table. I might as well have a little fun. I placed them on my face and immediately giggled at what I saw. The woman, whom I'd never seen before had her back against the window. She was butt bald naked. She was using her hands as balancing bars against the window seat. Her breast bounced in slow motion and her knees were bent and spread apart. I admired her skin and the pointed toes that let me know that whatever she was doing - she was definitely enjoying! Her head was slightly tilted back and I could tell she was seductively moaning because she would lick her lips with the tip of her tongue with every other movement. Damn! Her lips were so very suckable! I was so into the free porn that was in front of me that I started to feel aroused. I was dying to see who or what was giving her such pleasure. I decided it had to be a great vibrator or a man with a really great tongue. I panned down with the binoculars and noticed the top of a head moving in a bobbing motion. Mmmm. I moaned and arched my back. The head slowed down and then stop. It just paused. Right there, in the middle of her – I'm sure now – throbbing, pussy. Hers had to be because mine was doing the same – pulsing so hard I reached down and started to roll my small, elongated pearl between my thumb and forefinger. I moaned louder.
My wetness started to feel like a warm pool of honey, thick and sticky. One hand still on the binoculars, I focused harder on the head that provided so much pleasure. I must know who this is. The head started moving again. It moved up and out and licked and kissed the lower belly of the mystery woman. My eyes grew large. That's when I noticed the head was attached to a woman! She was naked and on her knees. She placed her hands on either side of the mystery woman's waist as the mystery woman released her other hand from the top of her head. I'm not gay at all. Never have been! But for some reason this turned me on even more! The way she was kissing and caressing the body in the window was all about pleasure. The knee lady glanced my direction, gave the window lady a full mouth kiss and glanced back at me again. I didn't move. I just kept touching myself until my finger had a mind of its own. I was so wet that the hand motion of my various strokes made squishing sounds that echoed in the room. I was sure the knee lady saw me. She had to. But I wasn't going to stop until they did. I had ! With an unwavering dedication to the real life porn movie we all seemed to be involved in, I slumped down further under my blanket to adjust my position, never once taking my eyes off my prize.
A man, whom I recognized as my neighbor, Anthony, entered the picture. Oh, this keeps getting better! I laughed inside. While the women continued to deep mouth each other he slapped his long, thick, brown dick on the back of the knee ladies butt – who, by the way, was no longer on her knees – she stood to bend and kiss the window lady. With one motion, he kissed knee ladies shoulder and slide inside of her. She let out a big "OOOO" as he grabbed her shoulders to gain control by holding on and penetrated her from behind. First fast. Then slow. Then medium. Then fast again. She was in such ecstasy that she'd stopped kissing the window lady in the mouth. No, now she'd spread her legs to lower herself just enough to place her face back into the window lady's pleasure palace while the window lady fondled her breast with both hands. I screeched a little as my body heated up into a small sweat. This felt dirty. It felt weird but in a right kind of way. I liked it! I wanted to try it! I wanted to have it! I'd gone from one finger to two and rubbed it so hard that I could feel the sensation of my orgasm enlarge. I remembered then – this is what squirting is supposed to feel like. I'd read a book about pleasuring yourself that it was possible for women to have such large orgasms that the fluid literally squirts out of you. WOW! This was the greatest, most exciting feeling!
He banged her fast, I massaged my pussy fast. He went in slow and deep, I went in slow and deep. I could still see the knee lady look my direction from time to time and I could only imagine the sounds in that room. I was the window lady! She was I and I was her. The two ladies switched positions. Still seated in the window, he penetrated the now writhing window lady from the front while the knee lady sucked her breast and played with her clit. His delivery with the window lady was undoubtedly different. He was paced and steady with her. Every move Anthony made was intentional, he was certain to go as deep as he could to extract the maximum amount of pleasure out of her. She stared into his eyes and he into hers. The knee lady was so into her actions that I don't think she noticed how deep the other two participants were. I mouthed a supple, "I love this." to him and he mouthed it back. Once she lifted her legs to rest on his shoulders, she gyrated in a counter clockwise motion. It must have felt amazing because even I could see his knees get weak. I-I couldn't take it any longer. I let out the loudest scream that I'd ever heard and every ounce of fluid inside me came rushing out and onto the seat cushion and blanket.
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