Early in my marriage, I used to dread Phil's "staying late at the office" evening phone calls. As the years went on, I became apathetic towards them. But I think this was the first time that I'd ever actually been looking forward to one.

I kept checking my phone, waiting. It didn't surprise me that he hadn't "called" yet per se. After all, we did have a fight right before he left. Still, couldn't he at least send me a passive-aggressive text or something?

Phil usually didn't come home until late, but "usually" wasn't exactly a guarantee. The last thing I wanted was to assume that he wouldn't come and end up having him interrupt us like he had the first time. Or worse, actually catch us.

I took another glance at my reflection in the window, reaching up and touching the hair clip gently. Mason's voice repeated in my head again. See you tonight?

I wanted to. I really did. But I had to be careful about all of this. I was already putting Eli at risk enough as it was. If I was really going to keep doing this, then I couldn't be reckless about it. I had to be patient. I had to be strategic. I had to be cautious.

I just wish there was a way for me to let Mason know that.

A small ping interrupted my brooding. I glanced down at my phone, my heart instantly racing with excitement as I saw the notification. It was almost funny. The first time in ages Phil had sent my heart fluttering with a text and this was what it said:

Going drinking. Bye.

Now I couldn't help but laugh. Mostly because I knew that he'd meant it as a threat. A vague warning that he was going to be somewhere with alcohol and, most likely, women. No hints as to when or if he was going to be home. Which was, of course, supposed to make me stay up all night worrying, panicking that he might be at another woman's apartment. That this might be the time I'd pushed him too far and maybe, just maybe, I'd lost him forever.

Unfortunately for Phil, he wasn't aware that I already knew exactly what "going drinking" meant. One of his friends had blabbed to his wife about it "to set her mind at ease." So, naturally, word got back to me the next time I saw her.

All they did was get shit-faced after work, then crash at their single buddy's bachelor pad so the married ones wouldn't have to go home. Which meant, luckily for me, that he was definitely going to be gone all night. I had the house to myself and, as a result, Mason too.

I practically skipped to my bedroom. My eyes combed my closet like a kid in a candy store.

What should I wear? What should I do? I was racking my brain when my eyes suddenly landed on a little box shoved into the back corner of the closet. I grabbed it, confused. However, as soon as I read the label, the lightbulb instantly went off in my head. I bit my lip as the plans started forming in my head.

Of course, what fun is a present without a little wrapping paper? A black lace bra, some matching panties, and a pair of thigh-high fishnets for a little added spice.

The cherry on top was a pair of open-toed black stilettos. I usually didn't wear them since they were too uncomfortable, but I couldn't deny the effect that it gave on the outfit. Power, confidence, and sex appeal just dripped from every inch of my body as I wore them. Besides, I wasn't planning to be on my feet for long anyway.

Now was the hard part. The wait. Mason said "tonight," but no specific time. I opened the curtains slightly. Not enough for him to really see anything, but enough that I could catch a glimpse of his window from the reflection in the mirror.

I'd been doing a good job of keeping a cool-headed, aloof approach to these little nighttime shows so far and I saw no reason to change that just because Mason knew the truth about them now. If anything, it gave me even more of a reason.

It was good we had this distance between us. This level of separation. Aside from it adding to the excitement of what we were doing, it also kept a level of separation between our personal lives as well.

The distance was safety. It was protection. A guarantee that I wouldn't, or couldn't, do anything too stupid with him. It kept me from crossing a line even I knew would be too far to come back from.

Those concerns, however, were quickly brushed away as a sudden flash of light appeared in the mirror. I peeked carefully at the reflection. Yes. It was him.

Like last night, he hovered awkwardly by his window. I could see him tilting his head in different directions, trying to figure out if my curtains were open or not. I didn't open them right away though. I didn't want him to know that I'd been waiting.

Instead, I stood up and walked past the gap in the window. Slow enough for him to see that I was in less-than-casual clothing, but with enough speed that he wouldn't notice that I was doing it for him. I did this a couple more times before finally going to the curtains and opening them nice and wide.

A flash of excitement filled his eyes as his face melted into a suggestive smile. Like last night, I gave him a little wave of acknowledgment. He did the same and took a couple of steps back from the window, showing me he was in his boxers. I bit my lip, noticing the already prominent bulge in the fabric. I guess he was just as excited about this as I was.

Well, there was no need to keep him waiting then, was there?

I walked away and grabbed the little box off my dresser. As I walked back to the window, he stared at me with a mixture of confusion and interest. I smiled as I opened the box and held up what was inside for him to see.

It was a vibrator. Just a small toy, but it seemed to capture his attention in a pretty big way. Although I wasn't sure how clearly he could see it from a distance, I think the bright purple color kind of gave away what it was. I could see his face light up with anticipation.

I turned it on. Although I was only holding it in my hand, the vibrations seemed to travel right between my legs. I could feel the wetness growing in my panties as I looked at the small, buzzing toy.

I started off slow, rubbing it gently along my breasts, teasing my nipple over my bra, building the excitement inside my body. I shivered a bit as the warmth between my legs slowly started to grow and spread throughout my body.

I wasn't the only one getting excited though. That bulge in Mason's boxers was getting more and more prominent by the second. His eyes were practically glued to the vibrator in my hand. I smiled at him as I lowered it, brushing it against the outside of my panties.

But again, I seemed to forget exactly how powerful an effect those eyes had on me. Even through the fabric, those small vibrations sent a huge wave of pleasure coursing throughout my body. I leaned against the windowsill for support.

I wasn't going to lose myself just yet though. I took some deep breaths, trying to calm myself.

I looked directly at him as I lifted my foot up to the windowsill, giving him a nice view of my spread legs. Again, I pressed the buzzing toy against the front of my panties. A soft moan escaped my lips as I did, but I didn't break eye contact. I watched the excitement growing on his face as my hips slowly started to grind against the little toy.

The feeling was already intense, but that intensity only seemed to grow as his hand started massaging the bulge at the front of his boxers. I guess he was getting impatient with all this too.

I lowered my leg and stepped back from the window. Slowly, I got onto my knees before sitting back and lying on the floor.

No side views this time, I wanted him to see exactly what I was going to do. I slipped my panties off my hips and down my legs, letting them dangle at the end of my ankle. I spread my legs wide, giving him a sultry smile.

It seemed that I was dealing with a gentleman, however, as he seemed more than happy to return the favor. He smiled back at me as he hooked his thumb in the band of his boxers and slowly lowered them down. His hard member quickly jumped out to greet me.

And what a fucking hello. I'd spent all of last night thinking about it, and that bulge in his shorts certainly hinted at what was there, but I don't think anything could have fully prepared me for what I was seeing right now. That thing could have given a horse an inferiority complex. I watched as he started to stroke it slowly, eyes still glued to the little vibrator in my hand.

Well, I certainly wasn't one to disappoint. I moved the little toy between my legs, rubbing it against the outside of my lower lips. Slow, teasing, the pleasure built up gradually. A gentle warmth.

But I didn't want gentle. I wanted a burning fire. I wanted an inferno inside my body. I wanted to forget about everyone and everything else in this world as those searing eyes of his burned me from the inside out. And I didn't want to wait one more second to do it.

Without hesitation, I pressed the buzzing toy against my sweet spot. Instantly, my body started to writhe and tremble with the agonizing pleasure.

I wasn't the only one enjoying myself though. Mason seemed to have as much trouble standing upright as I had. He was leaning forward, one hand supporting him against the wall. The other hand, however, was occupied.

His strokes had picked up the pace a little, but that wasn't what told me he was enjoying himself. Instead, it was his hips. They thrust forward gently with each stroke as if he were trying to fuck the air itself.

No. As if he were trying to fuck me. And, God, I wanted him to.

The pleasure surging through my body at that moment only helped to emphasize the aching emptiness between my legs. I slipped two fingers inside, desperate to have some sort of relief, but the result was still the same.

What I wouldn't give to have him here right now. To feel his hands against my hips, to have his skin against mine, to have him buried to the hilt inside of me and feel each and every inch of him as he touched all the places my finger could never reach.

His eyes were intense, focused, as if he could see nothing else but me in this world. His thrusts picked up speed. Although I could never know for sure exactly what he was feeling at that moment, I could only assume that it had to be similar to what I felt. Aching pleasure building and burning deep inside, desperate to be released. And I wanted to be the one to help him release it.

I cranked the vibrator up to max speed. And that was all it took to light the match. The flames of passion and pleasure roared through my body in an instant. There were no "plans" anymore, no "fantasies." Hell, I couldn't even think. Instead, I pressed my fingers as deep inside myself as they could possibly go, grinding against them as the buzzing toy worked its magic on my sweet spot.

My vision faded as blinding, white ecstasy rushed to take its place. My mouth opened as if to moan, but all that escaped were a couple of choked gasps. Hot liquid suddenly squirted out, drenching my fingers. The soft wet sounds from before now replaced with a loud splashing.

And I couldn't have cared less. As the liquid gushed out of my body in streams, I suddenly seemed to find my voice again. A lust-filled, animalistic cry left my lips as I thrust my fingers faster, desperate to feed the indescribable pleasure filling every last cell of my body.

Slowly, the ecstasy I felt faded into bliss. My thrusts grew weaker as exhaustion suddenly filled my every muscle. I turned off the vibrator and laid it next to me, my arm trembling as I did. And as I lie there, panting, trembling and weak in a pool of my own juices, my eyes, again, sought out Mason.

But he wasn't looking at me. At least, not at the moment. Instead, his eyes were shut, his entire body tensed as he gripped his rock-hard member. I was almost worried he might hurt himself with how tightly he was grabbing it.

Almost. However, the stream after stream of hot lust that gushed out of it a moment later was more than enough to indicate to me that he was fine. I bit my lip as I watched him. He kept his eyes closed for a while, slowly squeezing the last drops of his sticky juices from his pulsing member.

His eyes opened slowly, landing on me immediately. He didn't do anything for a while. Just stared down at me with a foggy look on his face.

I wasn't sure how he did it, but somehow, seeing him like that helped give me my second wind. At least, in spirit. My body was still shaky as hell as I forced myself onto my hands and knees.

I crawled towards him, never breaking eye contact. A flash of amusement crossed his face as he watched me. I pulled myself up, using the windowsill for support, leaning forward and pressing my lips to the glass as I stared up at him. He reached out as if to touch me, resting his palm against the window.

As much as I would have loved to drag our little encounter out for longer, I knew that I needed to end it here. At least for tonight.

Unlike last night's little puddle, an ocean of juices was spread across my floor this time, and it was going to take a hell of a lot more than a pile of loose clothes to mop it up. My body was already past its limit physically and I worried I might not have the chance to clean it up tonight if I dragged this out much longer.

I sighed and pouted, looking up at him. I nodded my head towards the very obvious mess in the room. He smiled knowingly and gestured to his little "contribution" on the window as well.

I giggled and gave him a small nod. I blew a kiss to him off my fingertips before reaching up and closing the curtains for the night.

I stood there for a while, smiling to myself as I still clung to the curtains. A flurry of emotions danced around inside my body. Excitement, bliss, exhaustion, desire. But despite all of this, there was one emotion that stood its way out above the rest.

Anticipation. A longing. Because now, I knew. Now we both knew. This thing wasn't an "if" anymore. It was a "when."