π It started with a window… and ended with a secret we still keep. I had just moved into our quiet neighborhood in Ohio, USA — where people mow their lawns on Sundays and smile at each other from across the street. Everything looked “perfect”… until one night I caught my husband staring through our bedroom window, fixated. “What are you watching?” I whispered. He jumped. “Nothing… just checking the blinds.” But curiosity killed me faster than guilt. I pulled the curtain slightly… and there she was — our new neighbor, in her early 30s, brown curls, gym shorts… and no bra. I should’ve been angry. But instead, something inside me switched on. That night, instead of fighting… we ended up in bed, hotter than we’d been in months. My mind kept going back to her. And the next day? I saw her smiling at me from across the lawn — like she knew. ⸻ π The Night That Changed Everything Two weeks later, she knocked. “Your husband left his package in front of our door,” she smirked. “But I ...
I was home alone. I felt horny. I wanted someone. But I was alone. So I watched porn. I took off my clothes. I started playing with myself.
But I made a mistake. The door was open. My father's friend was at home. He came to my room. He saw me playing with myself. I was so embarrassed.
I quickly closed the laptop. I put on some clothes. He went away. I was still feeling embarrassed.
Later, I went to find him. He was in the living room. He looked uncomfortable.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't mean for you to see that."
He smiled. "It's okay. I didn't mean to intrude. I just came to borrow sugar."
I laughed. "Oh, okay."
We talked for a bit. Then he left. I was still feeling a little embarrassed. But I was also relieved.
I realized I need to be more careful. But I also know I need to take care of myself.
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