My wife Christine was leaving for her work conference this morning, and I made her a special breakfast. A fried egg in a piece of toast, which we call toad in the hole and an iced vanilla latte. I was just serving it up as she walked into the kitchen. After breakfast, we kissed each other. I told Christine I loved her, then watched her car drive away. I had the house to myself. I was home alone.

I loaded up Red Dead Redemption 2, then watched some shows on YouTube. Before I knew it, it was 11:55 PM. I had told Christine I would call her. Time got away from me. I dialed her. She picked up after a few rings.

"Hello," she answered, her voice a little breathless.

"Hey, how's it going?" I asked.

"It's... Um. It went well but a bit boring," Christine said, her voice different than usual. "Um, ah... How was your day?"

I told her about my day.

"I'm sorry, can you just repeat what you just said? I think we have a bad connection, sweetie."

I repeated myself. I started telling her about an episode on a van life channel.

Then I heard Christine gasp.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, just a muscle cramp. It's better now. I, uh ah, I really need to go. Phone's dying, and I'm about to plug it in. Ohh... Love you... Mmm."

"Oh okay. I love (click) too—"

I guess Christine's phone died.

I headed to the bedroom. The neighborhood was quiet, most houses were dark. Across the way one of the neighbors' windows had its lights on.

Their daughter, Emily, was home from college. I believe Emily is 23 years old now.

I moved closer to my window. I could see the light was from Emily's bedroom bay window. I turned off my bedroom light. She was moving around her room, barely visible. Then I remembered I had a pair of binoculars in the garage. I quickly got them.

Through the binoculars, everything looked really sharp and clear. Emily had on a sports bra and a thong that matched. Her breasts were moving back and forth as she walked around picking up her clothes and scrolling on her phone. I really liked the way her thong made her hips look.

I got my office chair from the room. Put it right in front of the window. Then I sat down in it and leaned back.

She had no idea she was being watched. My hand went under my waistband. I started touching myself, feeling my penis get harder.

Sometimes Emily would go into her bathroom. I could not see what she was doing. Then she would come back out. I thought to myself, she is going to close the window shades, and I will not be able to watch her anymore.

As Emily walked out of my view, her door opened. A guy, Emily's boyfriend, I assumed, stepped in. He was tall and athletic.

He put down a bag on the floor. He tossed his keys on the dresser. Then Emily came out of the bathroom. Threw her arms around his neck. I saw her laugh as they gave each other quick kisses. His hands moved over her back and down to her ass, pulling her against him as they talked to each other. I took off my sweatpants.

Emily went back into the bathroom, disappearing out of my sight.

He took off his shirt. Sat down on the foot of the bed.

Then Emily came back out of the bathroom. Her hair was tied into a ponytail, and she was not wearing any clothes. I watched her walk slowly toward the man, her eyes fixed on him as she moved.

Oh yes, showtime.

Emily unzipped his pants, he lifted his hips as she pulled them off. She leaned forward on her knees, held his cock in her hand and then started sucking on it.

Oh good girl.

I took out the bottle of lube from our nightstand next to the bed, put some on my hand, rubbed it over my cock until it was fully hard and then sat back in the office chair, looking through the binoculars.

Emily's blonde ponytail moved back and forth as her head moved up and down on him.

Suck it girl.

The binoculars allowed me to see the way her cheeks hollowed as she sucked.

Oh Emily Mmmm.

I was rubbing the head of my penis with my fingers while watching her give the boyfriend head.

The boyfriend then lay back on the bed. She stopped sucking and rubbed her tits together along his shaft.

Oh yeah, she knows what she is doing.

Then Emily climbed up on the bed, straddling him but just hovering above his cock.

Oh yes, sit down, ride him.

She used her hand to line the head of his cock up with the opening of her vagina.

I pressed the binoculars to my face with one hand, and the other was a fist, hanging above the head of my cock, waiting.

Come on, girl, fuck him, let him penetrate you.

Emily hovered two or three more seconds. Then she sat on him completely. His hands moved up her legs to her hips. Emily started to rock forth. I slid my hand on my penis at the same time, moving my hand in sync with her body movements.

Oh God, Emily, you feel so good.

Emily rode slow, her body moving in waves.

God, look at her go.

My lubed hand glided perfectly in time with them, building tension. The binoculars allowed me to see Emily's ass rippling with each impact. Her gravity-defying tits firmly bounced.

The boyfriend's hands moved up, held those breasts as she leaned her head back, then slid down to her hips as she was grinding him.

I rubbed my cock harder, imagining it was me Emily was fucking.

Oh god, she feels good, girl, yes, you are going to make me cum.

Her body was made for having sex.

She leaned forward, changing the angle. Even though I could not hear them, I could see Emily's moans. Her mouth was open wide as she rode him

As she rose and then slammed back down, the chair creaked under me. My balls tightened. She sped up, riding him hard, her ass bouncing. I could see his hands gripping her hips hard

Semen shot over my stomach and chest as my cock erupted, vomiting out seed.

My toes curled, my body got tight, and a big rush of air shot out of my lungs in a breath that I did not realize I was keeping in.

I came more than I expected.

I sat there covered in my mess, still watching as Emily rode him. Then their bodies suddenly clenched together. Emily stopped moving, just straddling him.

She got off him. I watched as she went into the bathroom.

Wow, that was really fucking hot.

I put down the binoculars, I stood up, cleaned myself, then put my sweatpants on.

When I returned, their window was now dark.

Oh well, thank you for that.

I thought about Christine asleep in some hotel room and that if Christine was here this once-in-a-lifetime voyeuristic opportunity would not have even happened.

In the morning

I woke up, went to the window and looked. The shades were closed.

That was really disappointing.

Later in the afternoon, I was mowing the lawn when Emily and the boyfriend came out of the house and walked to their car.

I made eye contact with Emily. She waved, then got into the boyfriend's truck, and they drove away.

"Thanks for the show, you two," I said loudly to myself.

Even though you are in love with the person you are with, sometimes it is great just to be home alone.

The End