Jessie's POV

My fingers brush over my swollen pussy 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 sexual 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 ...