It's a tired cliché. The bored housewife who's not satisfied. That must make it even more frustrating to be living it. It's not that your sex life is bad. In fact, it's fine! But since when is fine good enough for you?

You didn't even realize how bored you were until recently. Until a few weeks ago, you were pretty happy with your weekly sex with your husband. You'd float through three or four positions, maybe even cum. Hell, sometimes he'd eat you out, and occasionally he's do something that would surprise you, like using your vibrator to make you cum while his semen dripped out of your pussy.

But then the new neighbor arrived. He was a little bit younger. Handsome, sure, and tall, but your husband could be those things too. What drew you in was his eyes. Dark and mysterious, two piercing holes that cut through the heart just as you fell into their eternity. You couldn't stop looking at them. When you had the house to your self, as you often did, you would peak out the window just to see what he was doing. You'd see him doing laundry, working from home, taking calls. There was nothing too exciting, but it was more than enough to light the fire that you didn't realize had laid dormant.

And then one day... it was just the same as any other day. You drank your coffee in the kitchen, wearing a robe and slowly waking. You look out onto the street and see a different car in the driveway, parked next to your neighbors in the driveway. Odd. You don't remember seeing that last night. You look up into his bedroom window, and almost drop your mug.

A blonde woman in strappy leather and a studded collar crawls on all fours toward him. He smiles at her, pulling her in as she gets close. The woman undresses him. From this distance it's hard to tell who is in control. Who is getting more pleasure out of this. Without thinking about it, your hand slides between your robe. The woman slides down between his legs to take him into her mouth, when he look out his window, right at you.

You run upstairs, your heart pounding realizing you'd been caught. Fuck. You go to the shower to cool off. To calm down. To do ANYTHING to keep you from looking back out there, to see how the rest goes.

The hot water streams down your skin, burning just a little, just the way you like. You breath in the hot steam, closing your eyes to just exist in this moment. But your bliss is interrupted by thoughts of him. The look in his eyes as he caught you. You imagined him barging into the bathroom, looking at you, naked behind the glass. You put a hand on the cool glass, so you could know how it would feel if he pushed you against it, taking you right there.

You imagined him fucking you in the shower, passionately, angrily, full of life. Your hand slides back down to your wet pussy, now throbbing with desire.

Then you imagined him coming back to you. Unable to resist you. You imagined him putting you on your knees. Getting onto his. You imagined his mouth on your breasts, his rough fingers on your pussy, in your ass. Your moans get louder as you imagined him dressing you up, just like her, just like that other seductress in his bedroom, tying you up, bending you to his will, taking full control. You imagined him sharing you with the girl, showing you off. You thought about how much you'd like to show her up. To prove you were better. You grip your breast, hard, just like you think he would. You dig your fingers into it, feeling him. You smack your ass as you slide your fingers in and out. You throw your head back, imagining his touch, his lips, his cock. "What do you want me to do?" You think to your self. "Please, I'll do anything. Make me do anything."

Your legs shake, you can barely stand as the powerful orgasm waves through you. Its good you're alone. There was no hiding that.

You towel off, thinking it had been a mistake. Surely he hadn't seen you. This was just a silly idea. A crush that meant nothing. It would pass. But as you get dressed, you peak out the curtain, one last look, and see him fucking her, her face and chest flush, her eyes closed as he grips her with a firm hand and thrusts into her. But his eyes aren't on his partner. They aren't looking at her supple breast or delicate neck, her soft lips or hard nipples. No, He's looking up at you.