“Hi, Mr. Darcey,” Sarah chirped with a friendly wave from her family’s pool. Waving back from my upstairs window, I watched, enraptured, as she dove smoothly into the crystal-blue water. “Damn, look at her.” I mused through my friendly smile. “She’s absolutely killing me.” I stood for a bit, watching her cut through the clear water with the athletic grace reserved for the young. It occurred to me many times that I shouldn...

Previously, from Watching Sarah I was barely catching my breath when my phone lit up. Picking it up, I swiped to see a text from an unknown number. Hi, Mr. Darcey. I’ve loved watching you cum for me all summer. But would you mind staying by the window when you stroke? I can barely see you hiding back in the shadows and I’m dying to see your cum shoot from that big ol’ cock. Xoxo Sarah oo0oo Oh, shit! My mind screamed as I...

The August sun was bathing my skin. Sarah was on a blanket in her yard below me, lying out in the green grass by her pool. She was relaxing on her stomach, with her head resting on her arms, while the sun turned her skin to a deep, oily bronze. I’d been watching Sarah play for almost a month, and my body was starting to tan from the time spent naked in my window. My wife hadn’t said anything yet, but sooner or later she w...

I awoke peacefully and relaxed. Good sex will do that for a man, and the sex Heather and I shared the night before was the best we’d had in years. The sight of Sarah and her boyfriend fucking in their backyard was one I don’t think either of us was ever going to forget. And yet, it felt strange to think of sex with Heather as fucking. She’s my wife. Any other time, I would’ve thought of it as making love. But that isn’t w...