Peeping

It all began in front of a lit window, but when I heard her moan beside me, I understood she didn’t just want to watch.

I thought it would be a discreet coffee, but when I saw her step out of the taxi with that smile, I knew she wanted much more than conversation.

I pretended to be scandalized, but I had spent years getting wet at the thought of spreading my legs in front of my husband and a stranger.

I went down to the lobby wearing my jersey and came back up with a man who intended to fuck me in front of my husband.

My wife was only supposed to let herself be watched, but when she saw him touching himself in the armchair, she whispered that we shouldn’t leave him out.

I was hiding in a cabinet with my phone recording when she knelt before the professor and I realized it was only the beginning.

I thought that dinner was a joke, until I saw my lover arrive arm in arm with another woman and realized that night I was going to watch, touch, and learn.

We went downstairs to christen the pool alone, but our moans carried through the house, and the night ended far beyond anything I’d imagined.

He ordered me to wait naked, handcuffed, with a packed bag ready. I meant to say no, but my body had been begging for the opposite for weeks.

She watched me as I ran my hands over her husband’s body, and I realized that massage wasn’t going to end like any other.

Every Friday, I was on duty at the bar, wearing my collar and ordered to open myself to anyone who wanted to use me.

I thought I’d only be watching them sleep, but that woman had such control over him that I ended up glued to the screen all night.

I opened the door without panties, let him watch me all night, and ended up so wet I could barely hide it.

He arrived begging over another woman and ended up on his knees between us, not realizing when he stopped pleading and started truly wanting.

We locked eyes during the concert, and I saw nothing else that night. When he whispered in my ear in the bathrooms, I already knew he’d end up in my hotel room.

I thought I was only going to a hospital party, but I ended up on my knees before a mature man—and then my husband wanted to watch it all.

There were too few of us at the office, far too horny, with a dangerous Friday tradition. That morning, nobody was going to leave dressed.

She went down to take out the garbage in a sheer nightgown with no bra and took ten minutes to return. When I heard her in the shower, I knew something had broken forever.

I sucked his cock under the table, never imagining it was only the beginning of a night in which I’d be displayed for everyone.

I entered her house with two old VHS tapes and left with signed cases, a burning face, and the memory of her body trembling against the wall.