Window over the bed

Your going to think it is impossible, but I had sex with another man about several times a week for about eighteen months, but he never knew who I was. Let me explain. Shortly after we got married, my husband and I were renting an apartment that was over a garage in Detroit. My husband left for work about six-thirty each morning and I had to leave about eight-thirty for my receptionist job. There was a small octagon window over our bed that looked across the alley. One morning I was gazing out my window and I discovered that I could see into the bathroom of the house catty corner across the alley from us. There was a mirror on the bathroom door and with the door of their bathroom closed, there was a double reflection from the mirror on the door and the large mirror over the sink that gave me a direct view into their tile shower which had a glass door. Basically, I could watch the man who lived there as he showered. He was of Italian ancestry and had dark black hair. I was not normally attracted to guys with a harry body, but he had lots of it on his chest and down below. It was very erotic to watch him strip naked and lather up in the shower. Kneeling on my bed and watching him in the shower quickly became my favorite morning activity. It was probably only fifty feet from my window to his shower. I didn’t need binoculars, but I bought a pair anyway. It was only the second week and I watched him please himself in the shower. It was so erotic. I couldn’t help myself and I secretly joined him. That got to be a frequent activity. Unbeknownst to him, we were masturbating together.

It only took a little investigation to figure out who he was. He was single and worked for his dad as an insurance agent. My husband didn’t know why I was so insistent on changing our insurance over to a new company. But it was a pleasure to meet my new lover face to face after having sex with him several times. The best part was that I now had his phone number. I bought a burner phone that wasn’t traceable to me and started sending him text messages. Being a single guy, he didn’t seem to mind me sending him nude pictures of my body and videos of me playing with my toys. I would time my texts so that he would get them shortly before he got in the shower each morning. It was fun watching him check his phone and he would text me back. He had no idea that I was watching him. The best part was knowing that he was watching me before he got in in the shower and started touching himself. We would often climax together. We were truly having sex with each other.

I know he wanted to meet me in person, He was practically begging. But I knew that if we did, I would no longer have control over my actions. Although he enjoyed our interactions, they began to frustrate him. I must have crossed a line when I revealed that I knew a little too much about him and that we had met in person. He insisted that I reveal myself and when I didn’t, he suddenly blocked my texts. I debated for a long time whether I was going to introduce myself as his secret admirer just to gain access to him again. I was just about to cross that line, when fate stepped in, and I found myself pregnant with our first child. I could not allow myself to start an in-person affair when I was pregnant. Since we were expecting, we elected to move, and the adventure ended. After our second child, I decided that I was going to finally reveal myself but backed out when I discovered that he had recently married. I will always regret what might have been.

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