Chapter 2

Nora slept peacefully after the encounter on the hill. Morning light streamed through the open curtains, illuminating her naked body in the bright bedroom. She and her husband had arrived home late—after a shower, she’d fallen asleep beside him. He was content to feel his wife’s warmth.

Nora’s breasts were full and firm, pleasant to touch and attractive to the eye. Large nipples and light brown areolae created a harmonious combination. Her beautiful belly—neither large nor flat—rose and fell evenly with her breathing. She shaved her intimate parts regularly. John noticed a neat triangle of fine pubic hair that excited him. Her delicate folds resembled a newly blossomed rosebud. She lay with her slender legs spread apart, smoothly shaved before the previous day’s encounter. Her naked body and even breathing spoke of deep, restful sleep. Admiring his wife, John felt aroused. He left her to sleep and went down to the kitchen.

He wore shorts. The athletic body kept their intimacy vibrant. He and Nora were perfectly matched in their passion—she was insatiable, and he could keep up. His arousal was visible even through his shorts, the head of his cock peeking out slightly from under the edge. Nora especially loved pleasuring him orally, slowly running her tongue over him and taking it fully. She had mastered that art to perfection. His muscular chest excited her as she pleased his nipples with her tongue during foreplay.

John made coffee and stepped out onto the front lawn. As he admired the manicured green grass and sunny weather, he noticed his neighbor Vito staring intently at their bedroom window.

Vito was five years younger than John but looked great for his age. He owned a company that provided engineering services to construction firms. As a successful but single man, Vito was a frequent visitor to Nora and John’s house. John understood the real reason for these visits.

Aroused by thoughts of his neighbor’s desire, John felt his cock throb and push out from his shorts. He wondered if Nora would agree to an evening of passion with the curtains open. Vito certainly wouldn’t miss it. Would his wife enjoy being watched? While John pondered these questions, Nora had already discovered she loved being the center of attention. She took such stares as recognition. Nora wanted to be the one and only homecoming queen.

John walked into the house, set the mug on the table, and went upstairs. The bedroom door was ajar. Peeking through the doorway without entering, he froze in surprise. Nora was already awake, basking in the morning sunlight, unaware that Vito had been admiring her all this time. She was fondling her breasts, tweaking her nipples, and playing between her legs—right against the window with the curtains open. John could see from his wife’s back how she shuddered periodically. He knew it was an orgasm.

John decided to quietly enter the bedroom and put his arms around her waist—why wait for the night when the moment had arrived.

John walked over to her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and kissed her neck gently. Nora shuddered at the unexpected touch—a wave of arousal ran through her body. She tensed, her nipples hardened, and she felt herself growing wet. Turning to John, she noticed his aroused cock pressing against his shorts.