The Peeping Tom I Discovered Spying on My Wife

We’re a couple in our early forties who grew to love nudism, though at first it was a small battle. I’d practiced it since I was young; she, on the other hand, didn’t dare take off the bottom of her bikini even on the most secluded cove.

My wife’s name is Lucía, and I’ve always thought she was a real treat. Firm tits, a round ass, that mouth that goes from shut to dangerous after two glasses. In bed she’s a bombshell: capable of coming six or seven times in a row. But the idea of showing herself naked in public terrified her.

Secretly, I fantasized about putting her on display. The way strangers looked at her on the beach got me hot, the way they stripped her with their eyes while she pretended not to notice. In hotels I’d sometimes leave the curtain half open on purpose, dreaming that someone would see her from the building across the way. She always found out and yanked the fabric shut with an annoyed look on her face.

At last, one summer in a hidden cove in Cádiz, I got her to dare to take the whole bikini off. She liked it. She liked it a lot. From then on we started looking for naturist beaches every year.

Last summer I found a nudist hotel in Conil de la Frontera and suggested we spend ten days there. To my surprise, she agreed. I booked a ground-floor apartment with a private terrace that opened straight onto the sand. You could get into the bedroom through a sliding glass door without going through the hotel.

—This is paradise —Lucía said the first morning, drinking coffee naked on the terrace.

And it was. So much so that we couldn’t stop fucking. Morning, siesta, night, it didn’t matter. The sun, the salt, and her skin in the open had turned her on like I hadn’t seen in years.

***

The third night she fell asleep reading, with the lamp on and the shutter on the door half-lowered. I was in the hammock, smoking in the dark. I went up to the glass out of habit and saw her: lying on her side, the sheet slipped down to her waist, offering that ass as if it were an invitation. I got hard instantly. I played at being a stranger who’d slipped in, spying on her without permission. I jerked off for a couple of minutes, heart racing, until I couldn’t take it anymore, went inside, pressed myself against her back, and woke her with my fingers. That night we fucked like animals.

—What got into you today? —she asked afterward. —You were like a madman.

I didn’t answer her. I’d discovered something: it didn’t just turn me on to put her on display. It also turned me on to look at her myself when she didn’t know she was being watched.

***

What happened the next day finished changing my head. Lucía was in one of the hotel’s aquagym classes and I’d gone out for a walk along the shore. It was getting dark and there was nobody around. In the distance I saw a guy walking among the apartments. Black, tall, early twenties, with that walk of someone who doesn’t want to be seen. He stopped in front of lit windows and crept up to the terraces.

Out of curiosity I followed him. I hid behind a palm tree and saw him press himself against the glass of an apartment and take his hand to his dick. He was a voyeur.

He almost turned around and caught me. He left that terrace and kept walking among the next ones, choosing the ones with lights on. And then, exactly then, the light in ours came on. Lucía had come back.

My stomach tightened into a knot. I watched him approach the glass of my apartment, crouched down, intent. From far away I checked that the bedroom door was still locked from the inside. From my hiding place I could see two things at once: her, stripping inside, oblivious to everything, and him outside, with his cock in his hand, masturbating with his eyes glued to my wife.

I started touching myself too. I couldn’t help it. When Lucía sat down in the armchair with her legs open to take off the day creams, he came against the wall of the apartment next door. I came almost at the same time.

***

That scene stuck to me. The next day I walked through the hotel with a permanent erection I had to hide with my towel. Lucía could tell something was off and took advantage of it.

—What’s gotten into you these days? —she said in bed. —You look like a fifteen-year-old.

—You —I lied—. Only you.

But I already had a fantasy spinning around in my head. And on the fourth day I decided to put it into practice.

I went back to the hiding place with the apartment light off and waited. The guy showed up, this time with another one. Same profile, also Black, a little shorter. He’d brought a friend. Again I masturbated with them without their knowing it. When Lucía came in and started her nightly ritual, the two of them enjoyed the show through the glass while I watched from outside.

***

On the fifth day I went a step further. I took advantage of Lucía being out on an excursion and left her a note on the bed: “My love, put the toy in and give yourself a good wank before I get back. I want to eat your dripping cunt.” I went out to smoke on the terrace and waited for the guy.

He appeared alone. He slipped into the neighboring apartment’s terrace, where you could see an older woman making the bed. I came out of my hiding place slowly. He looked at me, startled, then doubtful, then with a complicit smile. He made me a gesture: it’s fine, there’s room. The two of us stood there watching through the crack. The woman undressed without knowing it and gave us ten minutes of free show.

When we went out onto the sand I offered him a cigarette. He accepted. His name was Tiago and he was from Ivory Coast. He worked as a waiter in one of the beach bars. He spoke almost perfect Spanish and had a sense of humor. We chatted like two old acquaintances.

Suddenly the light in my apartment came on. Tiago shot to his feet.

—Come on, come on —he said—. The woman in this apartment is the best of them all. You’re going to fall on your ass.

I followed him pretending I didn’t know where we were going. I’d left the curtain open by the tiniest exact margin. Lucía read the note, laughed, lay down in front of the mirror, rubbed on lubricant, and put the suction toy in place. Tiago pulled out his cock and ejaculated onto the terrace floor without barely touching himself. I held out until the end, with a huge knot in my chest. When she came and stayed stretched out on the bed, the two of us went out to smoke another cigarette.

—That woman is to die for —Tiago said.

—I know —I said. And the smile slipped out of me.

***

I didn’t tell her anything that night. But the next day, in bed, I started dropping the idea on Lucía as casually as I could.

—You’re not a woman for just one man —I told her, stroking her back—. We’ve talked about it a thousand times. You’re too hot.

She didn’t answer. But by the way she grabbed my cock, by the way she put it in her mouth until it went rock hard, I knew the idea was getting to her.

***

On the sixth day, on the beach, what had to happen happened. Tiago arrived with his friend—his name was Joel—and they laid their towels down three meters from ours as if they didn’t know us. Lucía couldn’t stop looking at them over the top of her sunglasses. And no wonder: both were naked and both had equipment that spoke for itself.

Tiago asked for a light, coming up with his cock at my wife’s face level. Lucía went red, but she didn’t look away. Joel offered to rub sunscreen on her back and she, to my surprise, said yes. I was watching from the apartment window, where I’d gone up under the excuse of using the bathroom. Joel’s dark hands sliding over her white back had me hard in two seconds.

When I came down, we were already four friends on a towel. We talked for a while and they suggested meeting at a nearby pub that night. Lucía agreed before I could answer.

***

We had dinner in Vejer de la Frontera. I drank very little. She drank more than she should have and put on a buttoned dress that had driven me crazy so many times. When I asked her to go without panties, she didn’t protest: she lifted her skirt in the restaurant and I checked that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

—You’ve got something on your mind tonight —she said, smiling.

—You’ve got something on your mind tonight —I shot back.

At the pub they were waiting for us at the door, hair slicked back and smelling of cologne. They greeted her with two kisses, one hand on her waist. We ordered drinks. Tiago took her out to dance. Then Joel came up behind her. I watched them from the table, all three dancing very close, her laughing, letting them do as they pleased. At some point they disappeared through a side door toward the beach. They came back twenty minutes later with the look of satisfied cats. I pretended to be drunker than I was and asked them to drive us back to the hotel.

Lucía got in the back with Tiago. I saw nothing. I wanted to see nothing.

In the apartment they pulled out some joints. I took two puffs and closed my eyes on the armchair. Through the slit of my eyelids I saw everything: Joel kissing her on the mouth, Tiago opening her dress and sucking her nipples, her coming before either of them penetrated her. They laid her down on the bed and fucked her between them for an hour, changing positions, taking turns, letting her ride. When one of them came on her tits, I came on my own, without touching myself, curled up in the armchair.

***

In the morning, Lucía asked me what had happened. I told her I couldn’t remember anything, that I’d woken up on the armchair. It was a lie.

—I don’t remember very well either —she said, eyes shining—. But I’ve dreamed some very strange things.

—Tell me —I asked.

And she told me everything. In detail. With her hand inside my underwear. She told me about the blowjob on the beach before getting into the car, the wank they gave her with their fingers while we were driving, the double penetration by candlelight. The more she talked, the wetter she got and the harder I got. We ended up fucking over the cold breakfast.

—The best thing of all —she confessed in my ear— is thinking you were asleep. Like I was cheating on you right under your nose.

—The best thing of all —I answered— is having seen it without you knowing.

We looked at each other. We had signed a pact without words.

***

On the last night, Lucía proposed something I hadn’t even dared to dream of. She wanted me to tie her to the bed, blindfold her, leave the terrace door open and allow whoever I wanted to come in. Not knowing who was touching her. Not knowing how many there were. Just feeling.

I went out to the beach to look for Tiago and Joel. They were drinking beers at the beach bar with a third man, older, also from Ivory Coast. His name was Bernardo. He had a cock shorter than the others but twice as thick. I hesitated for a second. Then I thought of Lucía tied up, waiting blind, and decided that three was exactly the number I wanted.

I went back, tied her with four scarves, blindfolded her, and left the sliding door wide open. I lit two candles. I went out. Lucía didn’t know whether I’d told someone or left so the first people to pass by would find her. That uncertainty had her panting before anyone even touched her.

The three of them came in barefoot. I stayed at the terrace door, watching. Joel brushed one breast with a finger and she shivered. That was the signal. They put one cock in her mouth, then another. Bernardo climbed on top of her and shoved it in all at once. Lucía stopped sucking long enough to scream.

They fucked her for almost two hours. They put her on all fours, on her side, on top, the three of them in turns. The double penetration left her on the verge of fainting. When the three of them had come inside and on her, they untied her wrists, removed the blindfold, kissed her on the forehead, and left without saying a word, just as I had arranged with them.

I went in. I found her with her legs open, soaked, with a dazed smile. I ate her pussy with three different loads still inside her and fucked her until I emptied myself too. Afterward she fell asleep on my chest.

***

The next day we went back to Barcelona. In the car, with the window down and the wind in her hair, Lucía took my hand.

—I can’t get them out of my head —she said.

—The vacation?

—The guys. The cocks. Your face watching from the door when you thought I couldn’t see you.

I looked at her, alarmed.

—You saw me?

—I heard you breathing. I knew perfectly well you were there. And that’s why I let them do everything they did to me.

I smiled. I accelerated. And I started thinking about which bar in Barcelona we might find three strangers like them in.