Jayne leaned against the windowsill, her slender fingers gripping the edge as she peered down at the bustling street below. The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on her tight black top and the short green skirt that clung to her hips like it was made just for her. The sheer white stockings stretched over her legs, their delicate fabric shimmering faintly in the light. She wiggled her bum playfully, the movement slow and deliberate, her thong just barely visible beneath the hem of her skirt.I lay on the bed, propped up on my elbows, watching her with a mixture of curiosity and growing arousal. Her confidence was intoxicating, the way she moved as if she knew exactly what she was doing to me. She glanced over her shoulder, her blonde hair falling in soft waves around her face, and shot me a sly smile before turning back to the window."Mary!" she called out, leaning forward slightly, her voice carrying down to the street below. I could hear the faint sound of a woman’s voice replying, though I couldn’t make out the words. Jayne chuckled, her tone light and teasing. "How’s the bakery going? Need any help?"As she spoke, she reached behind her and tugged her skirt up slowly, revealing the full expanse of her white thong and the smooth curve of her ass framed by the sheer stockings. My breath caught in my throat as I realized what she was doing—she was putting on a show for me while carrying on a completely innocent conversation.My cock stirred immediately, pressing against the fabric of my shorts. I couldn’t resist. Sliding off the bed, I moved quietly behind her, my eyes fixed on the way her body shifted subtly as she laughed at something Mary said. I placed my hands on her hips, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin material of her skirt. She leaned back into me slightly, a quiet gasp escaping her lips as I pressed myself against her."Do you think she’ll notice?" I whispered into her ear, my voice low and teasing. Jayne shook her head almost imperceptibly, her focus still on the conversation below."Not unless you make me scream," she murmured back, her voice barely audible. Her hips shifted again, grinding against me in a way that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my groin.I didn’t need any more encouragement. Slipping my hand between her legs, I teased her through the fabric of her thong, feeling the damp heat already building there. She let out a soft sigh, her hand gripping the windowsill tighter as I pushed the thin material aside and slid a finger into her. She was wet, so wet, and I couldn’t resist the urge to curl my finger inside her, finding that spot that made her tremble."You’re so bad," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to maintain her composure. But I could feel her body responding to me, her hips rocking back against my hand as I added another finger, stretching her gently."Not as bad as you," I replied, my voice low and rough with desire. Moving my other hand to her hip, I guided myself out of my shorts and pressed the tip of my cock against her entrance. She was ready for me, her body arching slightly as I pushed inside, slow and deliberate. The heat of her was overwhelming, and I had to bite back a groan as she tightened around me.Jayne’s breath hitched, but she kept talking to Mary, her voice steady despite the way her body was betraying her. "You should really come by later," she said, and I could hear the faint strain in her voice now. "I’ve got some new ideas for your shop."I started to move, sliding in and out of her with deep, measured strokes. Each thrust brought a muffled gasp from her lips, her body trembling with the effort of keeping quiet. Her hands gripped the windowsill tightly, her knuckles white as she leaned forward slightly, her ass pressing back against me with every movement."Do you think she can see you?" I murmured, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear. Jayne shook her head quickly, but I could feel the way her body clenched around me at the thought."I don’t know," she whispered, her voice shaking now. "Maybe."The idea sent a rush of heat through me, and I picked up the pace, my hands gripping her hips tightly as I fucked her harder. Jayne’s breathing became ragged, her body trembling with the effort of staying quiet. But she didn’t stop talking to Mary, even as I could feel her getting closer and closer to the edge."Maybe… maybe we can brainstorm later," she managed to say, her voice breaking slightly. "I’ll call you."I could tell she was close by the way she clenched around me, her body tightening with each thrust. Leaning forward, I nipped at her neck, sucking lightly as I reached around to tease her clit with my fingers. That was all it took. Jayne let out a quiet moan, her body shuddering as she came, her hips jerking back against me as she tried to keep from making too much noise.I followed soon after, my own release hitting me hard as I buried myself deep inside her, my hands gripping her hips tightly to keep us both steady. We stayed like that for a moment, both of us trying to catch our breaths as Jayne halfheartedly finished her conversation with Mary."I’ll talk to you later," she said hurriedly, her voice still shaky as she ended the call and turned to face me, her cheeks flushed and eyes bright with mischief."Now what?" I asked, grinning at her as I pulled one stocking down over her knee

Jayne, dressed in a tight black top, short green skirt, and sheer white stockings, flirtatiously teases me while talking to a woman named Mary on the street below. I approach her from behind, and we engage in a heated sexual encounter while she maintains her conversation with Mary. During the act, Jayne and I discuss the possibility of Mary noticing our actions and ultimately climax together.

Jayne leaned against the windowsill, her slender fingers gripping the edge as she peered down at the bustling street below. The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow on her tight black top and the short green skirt that clung to her hips like it was made just for her. The sheer white stockings stretched over her legs, their delicate fabric shimmering faintly in the light. She wiggled her bum playfully, the movement slow and deliberate, her thong just barely visible beneath the hem of her skirt.

I lay on the bed, propped up on my elbows, watching her with a mixture of curiosity and growing arousal. Her confidence was intoxicating, the way she moved as if she knew exactly what she was doing to me. She glanced over her shoulder, her blonde hair falling in soft waves around her face, and shot me a sly smile before turning back to the window.

"Mary!" she called out, leaning forward slightly, her voice carrying down to the street below. I could hear the faint sound of a woman’s voice replying, though I couldn’t make out the words. Jayne chuckled, her tone light and teasing. "How’s the bakery going? Need any help?"

As she spoke, she reached behind her and tugged her skirt up slowly, revealing the full expanse of her white thong and the smooth curve of her ass framed by the sheer stockings. My breath caught in my throat as I realized what she was doing—she was putting on a show for me while carrying on a completely innocent conversation.

My cock stirred immediately, pressing against the fabric of my shorts. I couldn’t resist. Sliding off the bed, I moved quietly behind her, my eyes fixed on the way her body shifted subtly as she laughed at something Mary said. I placed my hands on her hips, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin material of her skirt. She leaned back into me slightly, a quiet gasp escaping her lips as I pressed myself against her.

"Do you think she’ll notice?" I whispered into her ear, my voice low and teasing. Jayne shook her head almost imperceptibly, her focus still on the conversation below.

"Not unless you make me scream," she murmured back, her voice barely audible. Her hips shifted again, grinding against me in a way that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my groin.

I didn’t need any more encouragement. Slipping my hand between her legs, I teased her through the fabric of her thong, feeling the damp heat already building there. She let out a soft sigh, her hand gripping the windowsill tighter as I pushed the thin material aside and slid a finger into her. She was wet, so wet, and I couldn’t resist the urge to curl my finger inside her, finding that spot that made her tremble.

"You’re so bad," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to maintain her composure. But I could feel her body responding to me, her hips rocking back against my hand as I added another finger, stretching her gently.

"Not as bad as you," I replied, my voice low and rough with desire. Moving my other hand to her hip, I guided myself out of my shorts and pressed the tip of my cock against her entrance. She was ready for me, her body arching slightly as I pushed inside, slow and deliberate. The heat of her was overwhelming, and I had to bite back a groan as she tightened around me.

Jayne’s breath hitched, but she kept talking to Mary, her voice steady despite the way her body was betraying her. "You should really come by later," she said, and I could hear the faint strain in her voice now. "I’ve got some new ideas for your shop."

I started to move, sliding in and out of her with deep, measured strokes. Each thrust brought a muffled gasp from her lips, her body trembling with the effort of keeping quiet. Her hands gripped the windowsill tightly, her knuckles white as she leaned forward slightly, her ass pressing back against me with every movement.

"Do you think she can see you?" I murmured, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear. Jayne shook her head quickly, but I could feel the way her body clenched around me at the thought.

"I don’t know," she whispered, her voice shaking now. "Maybe."

The idea sent a rush of heat through me, and I picked up the pace, my hands gripping her hips tightly as I fucked her harder. Jayne’s breathing became ragged, her body trembling with the effort of staying quiet. But she didn’t stop talking to Mary, even as I could feel her getting closer and closer to the edge.

"Maybe… maybe we can brainstorm later," she managed to say, her voice breaking slightly. "I’ll call you."

I could tell she was close by the way she clenched around me, her body tightening with each thrust. Leaning forward, I nipped at her neck, sucking lightly as I reached around to tease her clit with my fingers. That was all it took. Jayne let out a quiet moan, her body shuddering as she came, her hips jerking back against me as she tried to keep from making too much noise.

I followed soon after, my own release hitting me hard as I buried myself deep inside her, my hands gripping her hips tightly to keep us both steady. We stayed like that for a moment, both of us trying to catch our breaths as Jayne halfheartedly finished her conversation with Mary.

"I’ll talk to you later," she said hurriedly, her voice still shaky as she ended the call and turned to face me, her cheeks flushed and eyes bright with mischief.

"Now what?" I asked, grinning at her as I pulled one stocking down over her knee

A confident and seductive MILF wife, Jayne, engages in a thrilling act of public exhibitionism with her husband, while maintaining a casual conversation with a friend below her window.

Jayne's desire for both men and women is explored as she teases her husband with her revealing outfit and subtle movements, while her husband takes advantage of the situation and fucks her from behind.

The story ends with Jayne and her husband enjoying a passionate encounter, while Jayne continues her conversation with her friend, Mary, who is unaware of the erotic activity taking place above her.

Jayne at the Window

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