I wake to find him standing at the window, cock in hand, watching the neighbors.
He does not hear as I walk up behind him. I press my lips to his shoulder as I reach around and assist his strokes.
“I see they are at it again. Do you think they know we watch?”
“I think she may.”
I move in front of him, brace myself on the windowsill. I bend forward.
“I love how rosy last night left your cheeks!”
He presses deep into me.
I moan a little too loudly.
“Look, dear, she is smiling at us.”
