The Afternoon I Left The Curtains Open

My husband was on a work trip and the house was too quiet. I was in the living room in just a silk robe, no panties, knees pulled up, and I realized the front curtains were wide open to the street. Someone walking their dog could've seen me. Instead of closing them, I untied the robe. My pussy was already wet — the risk of it, the idea of eyes on me — and I let my hand slide down, fingers tracing the lips, then pushing in slow while I watched the empty sidewalk like I was waiting for an audience.

I'd been a "good wife" for nine years and the loneliness had turned to something filthy. That afternoon I fucked myself on the couch with one leg thrown over the back, the other foot planted, grinding against my own hand like I was trying to fuck the air itself. I imagined the mailman pausing at the window, the neighbor's son mowing the lawn and stopping mid-row to stare. My pussy squeezed so tight around my fingers I soaked the cushion.

Middle — How Wet I Really Get

I didn't stop at fingers. I grabbed the handle of my hairbrush — thick, smooth — and pushed it inside, gasping at the stretch, fucking myself with it while I pictured a stranger watching through the glass, jerking off to the housewife who couldn't keep her legs closed. The robe fell open completely. My tits bounced with every thrust. I was soaked, the brush slick, my moans getting loud enough the walls should've heard. When I came it was with my eyes locked on the window — empty, but in my head it was full of him, whoever he was, watching the lonely wife fall apart.

End — Why I Stay Wet

The curtains are still open. I do this job because the house is always too quiet and the filth in my head needs a place to go — and because I love telling you exactly what the "normal" wife next door does when no one's supposed to be watching. If you liked this, Jessica's neighbor story is right here and the full blog is here.

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