Felicity notices somebody in the building opposite

The words barely left her mouth before James began to pound into her with renewed vigor, the sound of their bodies slapping together a symphony of lust that filled the room. Felicity's eyes fell on the large windows, the blinds open to the night sky. The realization that they were in full view of the building opposite sent a fresh wave of excitement through her, and she could feel her orgasm building again.

Suddenly, she noticed a flicker of movement in the shadows of a room across the street. A man was standing there, his silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of the lights behind him. He was watching them, his hand moving rhythmically at his side. The sight of him sent a jolt through her, a strange mix of embarrassment and exhibitionism that made her pussy clench around James's cock.

James followed her gaze, his eyes narrowing as he took in the unseen audience. He felt his own desire spike, the idea of being watched adding a new level of excitement to the already intense scene. He leaned down to whisper in her ear, his breath hot and ragged. "Do you like that, baby? Do you like knowing someone's watching you get fucked by your husband?"

Felicity's pussy clenched around him at his words, and she couldn't help but moan in response. The thought of being watched was so wrong, but it was turning her on more than she ever thought possible. She nodded, her body trembling with anticipation.

James took a moment to appreciate the sight before him—his beautiful wife, bent over the desk in their hotel room, her white robe laying on the floor, her ass reddening with each smack he delivered. The reflection of the man in the window, his hand moving in time with James's thrusts, was almost too much to bear. He knew he had to give her more, push her further into this world of submission and pleasure.

Felicity's eyes widened as she realized the figure across the street was none other than her boss, Mr. Thompson. She had always found him attractive in a stern, professional way, but now, seeing the 50-year-old in the throes of his own passion while watching her, it was like a switch had been thrown. The thought of his eyes on her, seeing her like this, being used by her husband, sent a jolt of electricity through her body. She felt a rush of wetness, her pussy tightening around James's cock.

James noticed the change in her, the way her body tensed and her moans grew louder. He knew she was close, her orgasm building with the knowledge of their unintended audience. He leaned down, his mouth by her ear, and whispered, "Look at him, baby. Let him see how much you love having my cock in you."

Felicity couldn't resist the command in his voice. She lifted her head, her eyes locking onto Mr. Thompson's silhouette. His hand was moving faster now, his eyes never leaving the sight of her being claimed by James. It was like a scene from one of her wildest dreams, and she could feel her walls crumbling, her inhibitions shattering. She pushed back into James's thrusts, her body begging for more.

James noticed her reaction and grinned, his own excitement growing. He reached around to rub her clit, his thumb circling the sensitive bud with expert precision. "Look at him," he growled, his voice low and animalistic. "He wishes he could have you like this, but tonight you're all mine."

Felicity felt the pressure building, her pussy contracting around James's cock. She watched Mr. Thompson in the window, his hand a blur as he stroked himself faster. It was as if their eyes had connected, a silent communication of desire and lust that sent her over the edge. She screamed, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm.

Behind her, James felt her tighten around him and knew she was coming. With a roar, he gave one final, powerful thrust, his own orgasm tearing through him. He emptied himself into her, feeling her pussy clench and pulse around him as they reached their climax together.

As she rode out the waves of pleasure, Mr. Thompson across the street reached his peak as well, his hand moving almost in sync with James's thrusts. His eyes never left the couple in the window, his own body tensing as he came, spilling his seed onto the floor of his apartment living room.

After a moment that seemed to stretch out into an eternity, Mr. Thompson finally broke the connection, smiling a predatory grin at Felicity's flushed and trembling form. He knew her from her work, had often fantasized about her in scenarios just like this. But to see her, his employee, in such a display of passion and submission, was more than he could have hoped for. He reached down to wipe his hand clean, his mind racing with the possibilities that lay ahead.

The grin on his face grew wider as he stepped back from the window, his hand still on his cock, now slowly losing its erection. He had never seen anything so erotic in his life, and the sight of the newlyweds indulging in their carnality had set his own desires alight. With one last lingering glance, he pulled the blinds shut, plunging the room into darkness. The echo of their passionate cries still hung in the air, a silent testament to the power of the moment they had shared.

Felicity, still breathless from the intensity of her orgasm, felt a strange sense of satisfaction wash over her. She had never experienced anything like this before—the feeling of being completely and utterly owned by someone else. As James withdrew from her, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness that it was over, but she knew that this was only the beginning.

They made their way to the large, king-sized bed, their bodies still slick with water and sweat from their shower. James helped her out of her wet robe, his eyes devouring her as she lay down on the soft, plush comforter. He followed her, his body pressing hers into the mattress, his weight a comforting reminder of his dominance.

Felicity snuggled closer, feeling a sense of warmth and security that she had never known before. She could feel his heart beating against her chest, his breathing slowing as sleep began to claim him. Her own eyes grew heavy, lulled by the sound of his heart and the gentle caress of his fingers through her hair.