I had been patiently waiting for what seemed like an eternity, watching as the lights in the house gradually cut off; first in the childs bedroom, then the living room and kitchen, and finally the master bedroom. I knew the routine by now. I had been studying her for a week and very little ever changed.
I knew that in about 15 minutes she would come back out of the bedroom and sit down at her computer. She took the time after her husband dozed off to explore her darker fantasies on the internet, and that was what I was waiting for. When she logged on tonight, I intended to show her just how dangerous those dark fantasies could get. My breathing and my groin both got a little harder at the thought. I was going to show that little tease what real pain was all about.
I lost myself in my own dark fantasies while I stared through my binoculars, waiting for the dim glow of the computer monitor to highlight her face. I knew it would only be a matter of time before she was flushed and sweating, squirming in her chair and wishing her vanilla husband would come out and punish her for all the nasty, perverted things she was reading about… fantasizing about doing with him.