I can't look away

I knew it was wrong but I couldn't look away as Chloe stood there in her bedroom, wearing nothing but her lacy lingerie.

She was alone in the room, and for a moment, I felt a twinge of guilt for intruding on her privacy. But then, I reminded myself that Chloe was a grown woman who knew what she was doing. If she wanted to keep her bedroom activities private, she should close her curtains. With that thought in mind, I continued to watch as Chloe undressed, her movements slow and sensual as if performed for some spectator.

I wondered briefly if she knew I was there, that I was spying on her as she peeled her shirt off over her head, revealing the pink bra I'd seen her in this morning. As she tossed the shirt aside, I saw her mouth moving, she was talking to someone. A moment later, I stepped back from the window as Jack moved into view, coming to stand beside Chloe as she pushes her tight black yoga pants down off her hips, sliding them down to reveal her perfect ass in her skimpy pink panties. I continued watching them as Jack and Chloe talked, Jack obviously distracted as he kept looking away from his wife, running his hands through his hair. Chloe for her part seemed to be doing her best to seduce her husband, leaning against him, smiling at him, reaching out to rub his chest, but to no avail as Jack continued to be focused on whatever he was talking about. I watched in astonishment as Chloe ran her hand down her husband's chest, her hand sliding down to the crotch of his jeans, groping him as she leaned forward to whisper something in his ear. Jack frowned, shaking his head at whatever Chloe had said to him before gently disengaging from her and disappearing out of my view. Moments later, I saw Chloe, looking thoughtful, stepping into the frame again. She ran her hand along the side of her bed, looking almost forlorn as she seemed to sigh before moving towards the dresser, reaching up behind her to take her lacy pink bra off, letting it fall away, unknowingly exposing her full rounded breasts to my lecherous gaze.

As Chloe stood there, her breasts heaving slightly with each breath, she seemed to hesitate for a moment before sliding her hands down her sides, fingers slipping under the waistband of her pink panties, pushing them down off her hips. They fell to the floor in a silky heap, leaving her completely naked.

I held my breath as I stood there in my bathroom, staring out across the distance into the Grayson's house. My eyes drank in the sight as Chloe stripped out of the last of her clothes as she stood there in front of her mirror. Chloe stood there, naked in front of her mirror, her perfect body on full display. Her breasts were full and round, with pink nipples that were already hard from the cool air in the room. Her toned stomach rippled with each breath as she absently ran her fingers over her flat abdomen, her soft curls hiding nothing. The soft glow from the bedside lamp seemed to add to the erotic aura of the scene before me. Despite the guilt I felt for invading her privacy, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe at the sight of her naked form. Chloe was a beautiful woman, and the thought of her being so open and **** with me was intoxicating.

As I stood there in the bathroom, mesmerized by the sight of Chloe undressing, I realized something. I had assumed that Chloe and Jack had a fulfilling sex life. They seemed happy enough on the surface, but now I saw something different. As I watched, Chloe turned around in front of the mirror, her slender waist leading up to her plump ass cheeks that glowed in the soft light. She ran her hands over her body again, this time with a desperation that spoke volumes about her current situation. My mind raced as I realized the truth. Chloe wasn't satisfied with her marriage. She was trying to seduce Jack, but he was either oblivious or simply not interested. And there I was, a complete stranger, watching her **** and intimate moments through her bedroom window.

The realization of the situation was both thrilling and unsettling. On one hand, it was clear that Chloe was attracted to me, and the thought of pursuing her was intoxicating. On the other hand, I couldn't help but feel like I was taking advantage of her unhappiness. As I continue to watch Chloe undress in front of her mirror, I can't help but feel a sense of guilt mixed with excitement. She seems to be trying to put on a show for someone, anyone who might be watching. And now, I am that someone. The thought both thrills and unsettles me. I decide to step back from the window, trying to clear my head. This was not a healthy situation. I couldn't continue to spy on Chloe like this. As I turned away from the window, I noticed a glimpse of movement out of the corner of my eye.