The covers had tangled around my legs as I tossed and turned in bed. I couldn’t help but be a little frazzled by what I saw. Truth was, not even being a sex therapist excluded me from being turned on and it didn’t give me conscience enough to look away when someone was providing a tantalizing display on their veranda. I wasn’t sure which of them lived next door, but there was no mistaking I knew one of them well.

The fact that he was my best friend’s father was the only reason I didn’t have my hand in my panties curing the burning ache of lust pulsing between my legs. It had been there since the moment I saw what was going on. Instead I tossed and turned in the sheets wondering if he recognized me too.

What was he thinking bringing his girlfriend outside in front of God and anyone? Okay, that was a little exaggeration, but he had to know that I’d moved in. Surely he thought there was the possibility that someone could see. But that had probably been the point all along, an exhibitionist looking for a voyeur. Well he found one. I watched as long as I could and even though I felt naughty about it, I couldn’t look away. It had been like a train wreck; the curiosity of what I’d see next kept my eyes glued to her face. The way her mouth hung open, her face totally relaxed one moment, pinched in ecstasy the next. I couldn’t help but be a little envious of her.

It isn’t like it was my fault anyway. I hadn’t been able to sleep in the new home, with the new sounds and the new sheets I’d bought for my bed. I should have washed them first and then I wouldn’t be feeling every inch of them like a net pinning me to the mattress.

It was the noise that woke me. The sound of a woman screaming in this quiet upscale neighborhood is not something you expect to hear and since there isn’t much of a barrier between the side of my house and his open veranda, the sound travels and the view is, well, it was surely an eyeful.

I’d gone to my window and gazed down to see his powerful shoulders as he leaned over her, the thrust of his hips as he pounded and ground himself into her as if he couldn’t get deep enough. His bare ass tight and round and the sexy indentions on each side as he thrusted, made me wish it was my heels biting into them to urge him closer.

I bit my lip and closed my eyes tighter as I let my hand quench my need and it only took seconds to feel my release tremble through me, pulsing and clenching in sweet mercy. I might have felt a tiny ounce of disbelief that I’d been so affected, and especially by Mr. Roberts of all people, but I had always found him attractive. Sure he was my best friend’s dad, but he had always been gorgeous, looking at least ten years younger than he should have and staying lean and fit like he’d never missed a day at the gym. But then, so did Halle, his daughter. Good genes for sure. I had met her in college when we roomed together in an apartment. She’d taken on a roommate just to have company and even though I was almost two years older, we’d hit off immediately.

She’d been the party girl, always getting us into some crazy situation, but I had always been the level-head one, to the point she’d given me nickname Mother May-I. She had always been the risk taker between the two of us, the extrovert who could charm an entire crowd and sell anything to anyone. I guess it came easy when your father was a billionaire.

I didn’t have a father, or at least one that I’d ever known and my mother had left me to be raised by an aging great aunt who’d died while I was in my second year of college. She’d been pretty well off, so I’d used my inheritance for tuition to a better school. I had always managed my money better than most adults and now I was seeing the rewards of that.

Compared to Halle Roberts, I’d been the introvert, preferring to stay home most nights and study. I wanted to help families, something I’d never had, in hopes that it would make people better somehow, so no one had to deal with the childhood I’d had.

So, as it turned out, she’d gone into the family business which helped me secure my new house where I hoped to continue my career as a family and marriage counselor, and the more recent title of sex therapist.

The clinic where I worked had too much drama and ironically enough someone’s personal relationship had made the environment unprofessional. That’s when I decided to buy a bigger house and work right out of it. And wouldn’t you know, my best friend Halle had just the place and it was apparently right next door to her father or his girlfriend.

After the waves of pleasure stopped rolling through me I heard a car drive away and wondered which one of them left. I turned over and closed my eyes, hoping to fall asleep, but couldn’t get his face out of my mind. He knew he was being watched. He’d liked putting on the show. He pumped his hips and stared right through me, and that gaze was going to haunt me through the night, that and the fact that the whole time I watched, I wished she were me. Even after I realized who was servicing her. And maybe even more.

I couldn’t believe what was going through my head. I hadn’t been around Mr. Roberts very often, but Halle had welcomed me to go along on a few vacations, but it wasn’t like we hung around her parents much. Then I remembered the one time we going to go zip-lining. Mr. Roberts had paid quite a bit for us to be able to go, only to have me chicken out as soon as I was harnessed. I was all I had left in the world aside from Halle, and I wasn’t one to court danger. He’d promised I’d be okay, but risking so much at only nineteen years of age, I couldn’t do it. I remembered the disappointment on his face when I gave up, but he didn’t push me. He helped me out of my harness and then strapped Halle in and told me I could shuttle to the other side with her mother. Mrs. Roberts wasn’t going either because she was too frail from her chemo. He’d sent Halle on her way and I watched my friend screaming for her life, my heart in my throat as the only person I had in the world sailed over a great valley. Her mother gripped my shoulder and we shared a nervous smile as Mr. Roberts harnessed himself in and shot across after her. I couldn’t help but think of how amazing and brave they all were.

Mrs. Roberts had passed away two years ago, and it seems as if her husband has wasted no time moving on. I wondered how he’d dealt with the loss and wondered if what I saw was his own personal therapy. There was intent in every thrust, as if he had a more deliberate purpose than obtaining release alone. But then, that was probably just the therapist in me.

I thought about Halle and decided I’d imposed my thoughts and opinions on her father enough for the night. I’d call her in the morning and I vowed then and there that I’d never say a word to her about what I witnessed. Perhaps suggesting a privacy fence would be better, but then part of me wondered if that would be the last show I’d see from my window.