The blinds were always cracked. Mark knew it. Every evening, around 7 PM, the silhouette of his neighbor, Leo, would appear behind the slats, a dark shape against the glow of his TV. Mark’s wife, Chloe, had noticed too. “The fucking creep is always watching,” she’d muttered last week, but there was a spark in her eye Mark hadn’t seen in years.

Tonight, he decided to feed the fantasy.

“Baby,” Mark whispered, his hand sliding up her thigh as they sat on the couch. “He’s watching right now. I can feel it.” He cupped her pussy over her thin cotton shorts, feeling the heat and the dampness already soaking through. “Show him what he’s missing.”

Chloe’s breath hitched. A wicked smile played on her lips. She stood, her movements slow and deliberate, and walked to the center of the living room, directly in the sightline of Leo’s window. Her fingers hooked under the hem of her tank top, and she peeled it off, revealing her full, heavy tits, her nipples already hard and pebbled.

“You think he likes them?” she asked, her voice a low purr as she pinched and rolled her own nipples.

“He’s fucking loving it,” Mark groaned, palming his own hardening cock through his jeans. “Now the shorts.”

With agonizing slowness, Chloe pushed her shorts and panties down her hips, letting them pool at her ankles. She stepped out, completely naked, and turned her back to the window, bending over to present her plump, round ass and her slick, glistening pussy lips