Adultery WiFi WIFEY

[NightOwl]

UPDATE 6

                                                                                The Voyeur 



How did she do it? How Trisha managed to convince Arun to change their curtains? How much does Arun know? Did she trick him? Are they tricking me? 


My head has been buzzing with questions since I returned home from work.

It does not matter, though. At least not now.

Trisha and Arun are kissing each other. I can see it through my binocular. Trisha knows that I am watching. 

The sole reason for hanging those sheer curtains is to let me watch her. She wants me to watch her for whatever reasons. Regardless, She is putting on a show.

Their room is lit by a table lamp, making their silhouette prominent through the curtain, penetrating the nightlife.

It is a dark monsoon night, the bedroom curtains billowing in the humid air. Rain pattered gently against the roof, and the faint scent of jasmine wafted through the open window.

I watch Trisha from the shadows of my own house, my eyes widening as I catch sight of her silhouetted figure straddling her partner. 

I can't make out many details, but from the rolling of Trisha's hips, it is obvious what they are copulating. She is riding Arun and exhibiting it for me.

The sight stirs something primal in me, and I feel a warmth grow between my legs. I lean forward, my heart pounding in anticipation.

 The sheer fabric of the curtain is no barrier to my eyes as I watch Trisha straddle Arun. 

Her ass forms two crescent moons on the side of Arun's thighs as she mounts him. Her shapely bosoms rise and fall on her chest, matching the pattern of her rolling hips.
Arun's hands are resting lightly on her hips as Trisha begins to ride his cock as he guides her. Her body moved up and down in time. 

Trisha jerks arching her head upwards. I can sense the pleasure rippling through her body right now. She is having an orgasm. 
Trisha combs her hair with her fingers and stares right at the window, letting me know that she knows I am out here somewhere.

She resumes her gyration, taking pleasure from her husband.

Her body trembles as the couple reaches their culminating pleasurable heights.

As the figure's contortions increased, so did the intensity of my own arousal inside my tight shorts.

 Ultimately, the pleasure of Trisha peaked, and the couple fell into one another. They are smooching.

 I curse at Arun, muttering under my breath," You owe me for spicing up your love life, you lucky bastard."

I watch her in awe, imagining the sweat glistening from her laboured feminine curves. I watch in awe, envisaging her orgasmic face, her moans. 

Eventually, I return to my bed, my skin aflame and my mind teeming with thoughts of mating with Trisha. 

That night, I fell asleep to visions of the scene behind the sheer curtain and woke the next day with a deep and unquenchable craving.

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Last night I couldn't change my wifi name to tease Trisha. I was perplexed by the plethora of emotion-Jealousy, lust, anger, bliss....all sorts of polarising emotions.

I check Trisha's bedroom, and now through the sheer curtain, I can see them, well, hints of their figurine. I wait for Arun to leave Trisha alone in the bedroom, and then I update my wifi name -' NICE SHOW'

She replied back -' STOP YOU PROMISED'

No way, I am gonna stop.

I update -'Black Saree Park'

Trisha promptly replies- 'NOPE'

I smirk while typing -'YUP'

Arun comes back like a lost puppy, ending our secret chat.

I did not want to chat further. I want to see whether Trisha follows my will. I want her to wear a black saree, preferably a sexy one and go to our community park.