Yes, I know the venetian blinds are open, and we have our bedroom light on. We have no curtains; they are gone. The grey-slated sky is so dark at eight o’clock and illuminates our naked bodies. But you like to watch us, Beth, don’t you? You enjoy how I ride him like this - straddling him in reverse, baying for the heft of his meat. It is no act with my evocative mouth pouting and telltale eyes showing you how great this feels. I am drenched to know you see us in the knowledge your mysterious body is aflame for me, and him.

You might think you have the best view. I assure you, my husband does. Watching how greedy I am for him, his thumb is toying with my tight hole, and I wish you could hear my moaned words. I want him there, too. It will happen soon, and we plan to show you every delicious thrust… every second of this pleasure.

When your boyfriend left you, I offered wine and a shoulder to cry on. I got your doe eyes, a solitary caress, and pliant, honey lips against mine. I would understand if you were confused because heartbreak can dent our hopes and dreams. It can make us more determined to live, too. I knew… I knew your secret because that was not your first time. No, you kissed me as a woman to a woman, not a woman to a man. You immolated my body, lit the touch paper, and declined my advances. My husband was very grateful instead.

And afterwards, I saw every furtive glance and the snatched looks at my lips. I know where you wanted them, and I would have sampled every square inch of your body until I burned down your defences and ignited you in orgasm.

I am fucking my husband, and this is for you and him. I want you to see what you could have, his thick rigid penis rifling my hot, drenched cunt. We were so eager to host you and play a patient game of seduction. We would have made it effortless and natural for you to join us. You would have trembled with desire with only one purpose in your life and bestowed upon you a rapturous memory to take to your grave. There was hope then. I respect the gesture with your bedroom light on now, but it’s too late. Be assured, as I drive down faster onto my husband, your naked slender body makes me so wretched with desire.

I could have cupped your pretty sex with my mouth and eased my tongue into your folds. Peering up to watch how you pleasured my husband to full arousal. We would have made your limbs so restless until the trembling came. As a simple gift, we would have rocked the foundations of your soul and revealed who you really are.

He has his thumb inside my tightest hole, and I hope you can see how much I am baying for my prize stallion. I should let you see it when he mounts me as his bitch in heat, ploughs my tight ass, and drives me to the brink of insanity.

After you kissed me, guilt held you hostage. You dismissed it as an accident and an act of infidelity on my part. I respect your morality. I told you that he yearned to have you and is so gentle, patient and thoughtful. I watched the doubt take hold as your desires fought back. How would you know for sure? You are young, unaccustomed to anything except jackhammer thrusts and selfish men taking their pleasure. Your kiss was a cry for help and a thirst for knowledge.

We could have shown you a world beyond the norms of this staid, suburban life. We might have persuaded you to try more, experience more, and live more. It needed one word, and we would have been your tender guides for a magical journey.

He is moaning now, yet, you do not know. It is hot inside me, rigid as steel, and I am bearing down on him. I can see you would have taken him, too. Your battery-operated boyfriend might have more stamina as you plunge it into your nubile cunt. It has no heat, vitality, or mind of its own.

So you can watch me on all fours and my husband fucking my ass. Witness my contorted features and how I grip the bedsheet for enough purchase to take what I need. The ebb and flow of his thrusts are quickening. My agile fingers stir at my slippery clit to spice the inevitable. Yes, this is who I am, a lover, a free spirit, unafraid to have what I need. Watch how my breasts tremble under this delicious assault, all written on my bliss-stricken features. I understand its ascent, and you bring me to the precipice as your body buckles. Your mouth wide open in silent exclamation, overawed by the one thing we wished we could do for you. Now, you will see mine in all its body-shaking passionate glory.

My husband will follow, too. He’s fat and swollen, right at the edge of release. If these are my last gestures in the world, I will battle to assist him, and those rich muscular pulses grant me something I will feel all day. That glorious ache makes for a wistful smile, and so do his fluids leaking from me.

Slumped to the bed, with a solitary eye open, my animal spirit is quieter now. I see you standing with a sorrowful gesture of goodbye. Those sash windows show us so much of your unrequited, beautiful body; it will always be an inspiration. It is too late, and the squeal of van brakes confirms it.

The house is sold, and we will be gone today. Goodbye, Beth. We hope you find what you are looking for.