Jessie's POV
My fingers brush over my swollen p***y lips and I whimper quickly, my husband is home, he shouldn't see me like this.
The window that overlooks my neighbor's door has become my favorite spot in the entire house.
I don't push the fingers in, I just glide them over, I'm leaking so much juice and it feels good.
Something has shifted in my s****l life since the day his hand brushed mine and I love it, it feels like a rebirth.
“Please…” I say under my breath, testing just how far I can go before my husband catches me, how much can I do before my husband realizes that I am slipping out of his hands?
Since Silas moved in, he has been a test to my sanity, a temptation nextdoor.
Every morning, he does something new that makes me horny in different ways; day before yesterday he
