I'd played with Chris once before, with a different partner. Moving over the hill proved a perfect opportunity to introduce him to my new man, D, and indulge his love of treasure hunts and voyeurism.

Arranging the meet, Chris asked for our address. I told him he could have it, but not yet. All you will know for now is that we live in South Wairarapa, and if you clear the Rimutakas by 9am tomorrow, you'll receive further instructions.

D and I rose early the next morning. D drove to Featherston and dropped off Clue #2. On the way home, he dropped a third message in our letterbox. While he was out, my job was to prep our bedroom. In particular, ensuring the curtains were pulled back from the large floor to ceiling windows, and that one window was slightly ajar.

8.59am sharp sounded a text from Chris. I'm here! Well, not the real here cos you're not here but I'm in Featherston. Now what? Excited!

Grinning to myself, I told Chris he was very close, perhaps 10 minutes from our semi rural property. He was going to have to find his own way there though, but we'd arranged some clues to help him.

I texted him his first clue with instructions: Continue down the main street. On the left hand side you'll find a playground. Your next clue is contained within something resembling a shape we'd love to see you make under our sheet. Text when you've found it. X J & D

What seemed like seconds later, Chris texted confirmation he'd found his next message: our address and instructions to check the letterbox. Impressed he managed to clamour up the playgrounds fort so quickly, D and I set ourselves up for Chris's arrival.

Positioned in our bedroom window, we could see Chris check our letterbox to retrieve his final message. Although we couldn't see his face, we were pretty sure his grin was as big as ours.

It read: drive down the long gravel driveway. Park behind the red Holden. On your left is a farmhouse. Walk along the front of the house until you come to a series of large windows. Stop and look inside. You'll see us. Licking and sucking and fucking. Just inches from you. We won't look at you: it's like we don't even know you're there. You can wank whilst you watch. When you're so hard you have to have us right fucking now, knock on the open window and say I'm ready to come in now please.

D and I certainly did lick and suck and fuck. And spank and stroke and groan all manner of filthy things: at first more for Chris, but increasingly at least as much for ourselves. Being watched was more fun than our little treasure hunt!

Some time later, we heard Chris knock and very politely ask to be let in.

Half a dozen hours later, we walked Chris to the front door he'd so eagerly arrived through. As I hugged him goodbye, he reiterated how incredibly hot he found the scenario we planned...including the extras playing our neighbours who had been watching him wank watching us!

D and I didn't quite know what to say. Neither of us had arranged any actors to play our neighbours! Mostly we were exceptionally pleased that our day together hadn't involved the landlord or a Police visit. We figured our neighbour's must have enjoyed the show as much as we did.