’ ‘Oh Brenda, that’s wonderful. Sure, put it on, I’d love to see it.’ After loading the DVD player, she took a seat next to him and activat...d the playback. A whiff of her perfume reached his ears, sweet and slightly tangy, and her skin glowed slightly from the heat. A window fan struggled to combat the humid air. He put his arm on the back of the couch behind him, to make himself more comfortable, although part of him returned to his teenage years at the movies, when he played the common game. I felt my interior throb as his bundle of flesh wildly pulsated against the wall of my excited organ. My insides quivered with each pulse of pleasure that his manhood exuded. It was something that I had never experienced before, so delightful, so gratifying were the sensations that swept over me. Something that my husband couldn’t do to me. The sensations grew stronger when he started to make his moves, his muscled length jostling in and out of my slippery cunt. Slow in his rhythm, yet. There was enough light to make me think I could get a glimpse inside, but I wondered if it was worth the possibility of being caught. I guess I am just a deviant at heart, and I crept over to the edge, hoping for a view inside.The blinds were off the shelf, nothing custom, and the lapse in coverage gave me a half an inch of opening. Much to my nefarious mind, I had to thank the landlord for being cheap, and the woman inside for not having the forethought to put up window dressings. I peered. Other times, when he could not acquire a sales paper, he used the medical textbook he had in his room that had a sterile illustration of the woman’s body, complete with nipples and vagina. It was not much, but he had to satisfy his urges. When Nicholas finally got his binoculars, he was delighted to find he could see into the Rubin’s bedroom, though it was obscured by a screen. He had a real, live woman to jerk it to, and he was completely willing to ignore the fact that Mrs. Rubin had a frumpy.