This is just such a sexy image. It reminds us that the curtains of the neighbors are so thin. Maybe we visit for neighborhood socials. Maybe we look in their fridge at a dinner party as we help in the kitchen. Maybe we use their bathrooms and soap, and can't help but get a small glimpse of their daily lives. Would coats ever be put in the bedroom; would guests fetch them at the end of the evening, and ever glance up and notice two steel bolts in the ceiling?
Wold we guess, as we head home, each to our respective beds, that this couple pulls out their swing. She strips and spreads. His bare knee is in the shot as he leans back to snap a photo. What happens next. Does he stroke himself to the sight of her suspended, stretched out? Is it his voyeur fantasy to see his wife open as a sex toy? Is it her exhibitionism fantasy, to hang from the ceiling, opened wide, watching him stroke his cock? Will they touch themselves to orgasm separately, or only for a while, until he can no longer hold back.
He stands, hip height to her in the swing. In the background are shoes in the closet, laundry. But for now, this is not a bedroom, but a sex den. He is in control and she is helpless. She has surrendered to the swing's restraint. He has grown lustful, seeing her open to his sexual power.
His cock is hard, pointed at her and lubed. Will he push it in her wet vagina, or take her in the butt? She is spread, open, voluntarily helpless. She knows he will take her how he wants, and fuck her in the swing, hard. And then pull out, and snap another photo of her, dripping his cum. She'll feel dirty, and used, and that' perfect. Because her life in the suburbs is only sustained with a little spice to her sex life.
She doesn't care if her neighbor's notice the bolts on the ceiling. She knows what they do in their bedrooms when they get home is their own business--and no doubt, just as kinky.
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