The Crack in the Blind

Mara had left the blind an inch short on purpose.

She was thirty-four. Across the courtyard, Dev was thirty-eight, and he had the flat they had agreed on for this. Her husband Colin, forty-one, knew. That was the whole arrangement. Dev could watch. He could touch himself. He did not come over unless Mara texted the word. Colin could stop it. So could she.

Colin fucked her on the sofa facing the window. The blind gap showed her tits, his cock, the wet shine when he pulled out and pushed back in. Mara looked at the dark flat opposite and saw the small light of a phone screen, then Dev's shape.

"He's there," she said.

"Good. Let him see you come."

Colin rubbed her clit and fucked her harder. Mara came with her eyes on the gap, loud, gripping him. Colin came inside her and stayed there so the watcher got the finish. Her phone buzzed. Dev: saw it. thank you. hard as hell.

Mara typed: again tomorrow. same gap. you come when I do.

Colin kissed her shoulder. "I like him seeing what I get."

"Then don't close the blind," she said.

They did not close the gap. Colin fucked Mara again with her knees on the sofa and her face toward the courtyard, and she told Dev, by text between thrusts, not to look away. He did not. She came with the phone in her hand. Colin came on her arse so the watcher got the stripe of it. Dev texted came too. Mara smiled at the dark window. Tomorrow she wanted the light on in his flat so she could see his hand. Colin said he wanted that too. The blind stayed an inch short. That inch was the whole plot.

Dev turned his light on, as asked. Mara saw his hand on his cock while Colin fucked her, and the seeing made her come harder than the night before. Colin watched the window and her face and came on her tits so both audiences got it. She texted good. Dev texted again tomorrow, closer to the glass. She said yes. Colin said he wanted to see the man's face when she came. They left the gap. The courtyard was only a stage. The blind was the curtain they refused to drop.

Mara made a night of the gap. Colin fucked her on the sofa, then bent her over the arm so her face was in the blind crack, and she came looking at Dev's lit window and his moving hand. Colin came on her lower back. Dev texted he had come on his own stomach. She told him to leave the light on while he cleaned up, so she could see the aftermath. He did. Colin said the watching made him meaner in the good way. She said then be meaner tomorrow. They set an alarm for it, which was absurd and perfect. The courtyard stayed dark. Their two windows did not.

Dev asked to hear her. Mara put the phone on the sill, speaker on, and came with Colin's cock in her and Dev's breath in the room. The gap showed everything. Colin came inside her and said the listener could hear that too. Dev said he had come in his fist. They left the call open while they caught their breath. Tomorrow, she said, light on, phone on, blind short. Colin kissed her and said he wanted to see the man's face at the exact second she broke. Dev, small in the speaker, said he would be at the glass. The courtyard had never been so useful.

She left the blind short and the phone on the sill. He fucked her where the gap could see, and the man across the court came when she did. They called that a standing date.