Unfaithful Neighbor

Abella peeked through the curtains like the suburban pervert she secretly was. There he stood, pants around his ankles, grinding against some gorgeous twenty-something who most definitely wasn't his wife. Abella watched the stranger's tits bounce and the neighbor's hips slam forward. Part of her wanted to throw rocks at his window. The rest of her slipped a hand between her thighs. Every wet slap of skin echoed straight through to her soaked panties. "Classy," she muttered, fingers working faster as she decided voyeurism trumped moral outrage today.