“What do you think is happening in there?” Cara whispers.
“I think Fred is being killed.”
“I think you’re right,” she murmurs.
Cara crosses her arms over her chest as we both watch on. Light after light gets turned off until Fred’s house is pitch black again as dusk rolls through.
“I’m getting restless,” she says.
“Something will happen soon enough.”
“I know.” She pouts.
“Come here,” I say.
She walks over to where I’m seated near the window. All our lights are off, so no one can see in.
“Strip.”
“What?” she asks through laughter.
“I need another fix of my wife.”
Cara’s nipples turn to pointy peaks through her bra. I know she likes the idea of me fucking her like this even more than I do. It’s good to know that my wife likes to be watched. I may not want to fuck her in front of other people frequently, but I can give her moments of what she wants.
Cara takes off her shirt, followed by her bra. She quickly pulls off her shoes and then her pants and panties next. She stands still as she waits for my directive.
“Play with your pussy.”
She starts to play with her breasts first, teasing her nipples and then allows one of her hands to slowly travel down the length of her smooth stomach until it reaches her clit.
“Does the idea of someone watching you outside turn you on?”
“Yes,” Cara moans.
She doesn’t break eye contact this time. My girl is putting on a show.
“Spread your pussy lips. Show me what I’m missing.”
She does as I say, using two fingers. Cara continues to stroke her clit, and her breath turns ragged.
“Come here,” I demand.
Pulling down my pants and then my boxers, I remain seated on the bench.
“Fuck me.”
She straddles over me so her ass is in view of anyone on the street. It’s difficult to see in, but not impossible.
Cara slowly slides onto my cock, and the intrusion stings as she does.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Yes, it just takes getting used to every time.”
I grip her hips and pull her down fully.
“My little wife can take this giant cock, can’t she?”