Bathroom Voyeur
Kaitlyn knows her husband likes to watch and she likes to be watched.
John, on the last step before the landing, noted the bathroom door was slightly ajar, a wedge of light across his feet. He heard Kaitlyn's soft moan, the one she makes that drives him wild. He took another step, and through the gap, he saw her, back arched against the sink, the navy fabric of her dress pulled apart at the slit, which revealed her hips and panties pulled to one side. The stranger worked his fingers between...