**Peeking Through the Window**

It was one of those rare nights where Amy and I had the house to ourselves—no kids, no distractions, just us and the quiet hum of desire that had been building all evening. We’d shared a few drinks, flirted shamelessly over dinner, and by the time we stumbled into the bedroom, I was already rock hard just thinking about what was coming next.

But then Amy did something that sent an electric jolt through me. She smirked, walked over to the window, and left the blinds just cracked enough. “People could see in,” I whispered, my pulse kicking up.

“Let them,” she murmured, pressing her ass back against my cock as she swayed in front of me. “Wouldn’t you like to know someone’s watching?”

Fuck. That was all it took. My hands were on her hips, yanking her leggings down, her bare ass warm in my palms. She gasped as I squeezed, then moaned when I traced my fingers between her cheeks, teasing just the rim of her asshole. “You want it?” I growled, already knowing the answer.

“Yes,” she breathed, arching back.

I dropped to my knees right there in front of the window, pulling her thong aside before burying my face in her pussy. Her cunt was already slick, her clit swollen under my tongue as I licked slow, then fast, then sucked hard enough to make her whimper. Her fingers tangled in my hair, holding me against her as she rocked her hips. “Oh fuck, just like that,” she moaned, louder than usual—was she putting on a show?

I reached up, circling one finger around her tight little asshole before pressing in just the tip. She tensed, then pushed back against me with a gasp. “More,” she demanded, her voice shaking.

I fucked her pussy with my tongue while working my finger deeper into her ass, her thighs trembling around my head. Her back arched, her moans turning breathy and desperate. Then—before she came—I pulled away, grinning at the frustration in her whine.

“On the bed,” I said, voice rough. “Now.”

She obeyed, crawling onto the mattress with her perfect ass in the air, glancing back at me with hungry eyes. I grabbed the vibrator from the nightstand, flicked it on, and pressed it right to her clit the second I slid two fingers inside her dripping pussy. “Fuck!” she cried, her body jerking as the vibrations sent shocks through her.

I watched her writhe, her cunt clenching around my fingers, her asshole flexing as I pushed a third digit in. “You think someone’s watching?” I asked, leaning down to bite her shoulder.

“I hope so,” she panted, her voice breaking as I curled my fingers just right, the vibrator never letting up.

Then I replaced my fingers with my cock, sinking into her pussy in one deep thrust. She screamed, her back bowing as I pounded into her, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. I reached around, keeping the vibrator pressed to her clit, and felt her body tighten—her ass, her cunt, everything clenching as she came hard, sobbing my name.

I didn’t stop. I pulled out, dragged her hips up, and spat against her asshole before pushing my cock into her tight, resisting heat. She gasped, then moaned long and low as I stretched her open, fucking her ass slow at first, then harder as she begged for it.

“Someone’s definitely watching,” I growled, gripping her hips as my balls slapped against her.

Amy came again—shaking, crying my name—and I followed, burying myself deep as I emptied into her ass. We collapsed in a sweaty heap, her body still trembling under mine, both of us breathless.

Later, as we lay tangled together, she grinned. “Think they liked the show?”

I laughed, tugging her closer. “Hope they took notes.”