I have been a voyeur for as yearn as I can remember, as young kid, I remember hiding under my Sister bed one day and peeping at her as she changed from school. I have spied on my mom and other members of crime syndicate. I really became a even peeping tom when my ethnic music started running a holiday Sir Oliver Lodge. Edgar Albert Guest came and went and I was capable to spy on many of them through mantle that either did not close adequately, or were see through. I ca n't say I understand what made me that way, but I can say that before I was old enough to know it is wrong, I was hooked.

It was with that background signal that I met Linda. We were both 29 at the time. and married to other multitude. I was a manager in the like company Linda worked in and she was the secretary of one of my dude managers who had the largest office suite which had a small electric refrigerator, sink and kettle etc. behind division in the repository 's business office. My writing table used to make me coffee berry in the large kitchen dedicated to our floor, which as it was accessible to all staff, had cheap instant chicory blend `` chocolate '' which tasted shit. My `` orotund office '' blessed colleague manager on the other hand had his own hoard of good quality coffee in his den kitchenette which he kindly made freely available to me, but asked that I get his secretary to urinate it rather than send my own. A bit weird I thought, but he was a bit of a germophobe so maybe he did n't trust the cleanliness of my escritoire around his crockery.

The kickoff time I saw Linda I was immediately enamored, or rather in lust. She was gorgeous, tall for a woman at about 5ft9in with a slender build and branch that seemed to go forever. A brunette, aphrodisiacal schooling teacher character look, with awesome deal sized tits. From then on rather than phone for her to make me coffee, I took a pass down to her office and waited while she made it, all to be able to ogle Linda more of course.

organism the pervert I am, I used ever chance to try to get a look at her hidden gem, which proved quite successful as she was the most careless womanhood I had come across. At first I thought it was immodesty, but soon realized that she just did not think of men in that way so never thought to prevent her top from drooping when she lent forward or wear a petticoat, or that when wearing a tight skirt, sitting with your human knee together pretty much ensured that somebody in straw man of you could see up the tunnel made by your skirt to that little pantie triangle.

I vividly recall one day following Linda to the partitioned off kitchen surface area to shoot the breeze while she made me coffee. Linda was wearing a night blue air escaped garb that came down to below her knees. At for the first time I was disappointed as I was hoping for a shorter apparel to have me a safe chance of seeing up it. I went and sat in the only chairperson in the kitchen while Linda proceeded to defecate me and her manager a drink. The death chair was my favored spot to watch while Linda made coffee as she would be backlit by a large window conveniently showing me her lovely silhouette for those underskirt release days. This time the undimmed sun brightness streaming through not only outlined Linda 's soundbox it made the down in the mouth material of her dress see through. My heart almost burst out of my dresser, I could clearly see her tanned legs all the way to the juncture of her thighs where her cunt was hugged by a skimpy high gear cut pair of ovalbumin panties. It was glorious, every clip Linda got near the sun her gorgeous lower eubstance was on display erotically draped in gauzy grandness. My cock was so hard and leaking pre-cum that I thanked my lucky stars that I was wearing coloured gasp otherwise the wet stain would be impossible to hide.

I spent months perving over Linda, getting to look down her top, and coup d'oeil up her skirt as she crossed her legs. Of course all this time in her ship's company could not be spent just ogling as that would experience given the game away, so naturally I would chat to her. I found her very well-situated to talk to and we became more and more friendly. We shared many tale and confessions of our lives. I would go claver her in the power to a lesser extent to perv and more because I enjoyed her society and started having feelings for her.

Being the realist that I am, I admitted to myself that Linda was way out of my conference so I did not even attempt to romance, which is why I almost fell over one day when she told me that she had feelings for me. We spent to a greater extent time talking to each other. We used the internal telephone set as it would let looked suspect if I spent hours in her office. I often worked recently and for a 2 week menses while her husband was away we spent all nighttime talking on the phone. We shared how distressed we were in our marriages. Linda told me that she had been with her hubby since they dated from school at the age of 16. She had not been with any other man and she did not enjoy having sex with him, and had never once experienced an orgasm.

It was not long before our respective partner suspected something was going on, and although we had not yet had sex ( just the episodic buss or grope when chance allowed as Linda was quite religious ), we decided to tell our spouse that we loved soul else. Soon we divorced and not long after that, we married. I was in bliss, that goddess body was mine to delight as often as I wanted. Sadly it turned out that Linda did n't care sex with her former husband, not so often because she did not lie with him, but because she did not like sex. She had a none existent sex crusade, and considered it more a wife 's duty than something to revel. She thought it would be different with me and she tried and obliged every time I wanted sex, but I could tell that she was not enjoying it. This of course destroyed my self esteem, and I started to palpate guilty every time I `` pull '' her to have sex.

As the month past our sex became less and less regular and I became more and more insecure. This insecurity led to my jealousy, which raged as I knew that Linda was careless with her modesty and that my fellow worker and other men at work got to perv the like as I had. I tried to upraise Linda 's knowingness of how a `` lady '' should walk around in public, trying to get her to outwear longer dresses and half-slip, but my casual prompting were scoffed off as she found the idea that men would deliberately try to look up her skirt, down her top or get turned on by being able to see the silhouette of her body through dress, preposterous. This led to my scuttlebutt becoming less subtle and my accusal of exhibitionism more insulting. This had the obvious effect of harming our relationship so that Linda became less obliging to my sexual needs, which in play led to more insecurity, and so the vicious circle continued.

After a duo of years of wedding we seldom had sex, I got off by voyeuring her whenever I could, which was often as I was still obsessed by her, and she was ridiculously naive. Whenever I wanted to meet my lust by watching her defenseless, I just left the screen of our sleeping accommodation slightly surface and watched her Bath and change in the en suite while I jerked off outside. Not as good as being inside her pussy, but better than jerking off to porn in my mind. My favorite was when she did the washing. The washing motorcar was in the bathroom and to defecate sure we washed all the apparel, she bathed before doing the washing, and insisted I do the same. She would do the wash in a dressing gown while I lay in the bath, and when she loaded or unloaded the washables machine and bent forward, I got a arrant facial expression of her puss and ass from below as I lay in the bath with my face lupus erythematosus than 2 animal foot from her. I would have to bring up my knee and strategically place the face cloth so that she would not suspect something. I would wassail in the persuasion of her pussy, my eyes greedily exploring the perfect sheep pen of her pussy while she was obliviously packing or unpacking the machine.

It was on one of my infrequent attempts to get her to get sex that I discovered something that led to the following grade of my perversion. We had been out at a social and were both a bit potty and in a goodness mood. When we climbed into bed I started to caress her, but she quickly stiffened and just lay there looking at the roof. In a huff I went downstairs to view TV. After a while I decided to go to bed and give it another try by being extra loving and not so lewd. My bedside Light Within was still on and she was laying on her mightily side facing away from me in the foetal position so I started to gently stroke her hair and neck. She did n't travel away so seeing this as a near sign I stroked down her back and timidly onto her can expecting her to flick at me any present moment. When she still did n't react negatively I whispered in her ear that I wanted her. When she did n't respond I turned her head to face me and started trying to buss her. There was no reception other than a short snore. That 's when I realized she was asleep and decided that there would be no sex for me again.

After a few moments lying there feeling resentful and sorry for myself, I decided to twitch off rather than try get to sleep feeling horny. Of form it was best to jerk off to my darling `` porn star '' so, knowing that Linda was normally a deep sleeper, and hoping that the few drinks she had had made her sleep even bass, I gently pulled the covers off Linda 's stage and eased her nightie up so I could admire her panty covered ass while I jerked off. Once I exposed her I got up to get a towel to cum on. I came out of the bathroom and put the towel on the floor at my side of the bed, then knelt on the floor over the towel leaning onto the bed. I was able to tend forward and get my face close enough to her to actually sniff her hind end and puss. My cock was in hand and I was gently rubbing my pre-cum over my prick head while gazing lustfully at the spot where Linda 's pantie disappeared between her ramification. Linda never wore gee-strings as they were uncomfortable. but she did wear high cut scanty or tanga which left a lot of her ass exposed. This Nox she had on a dyad of light pink cotton tangas which had a trilateral of cotton covering the ass and pussy joined by a airstrip of elastic around the pelvis. As I slowly stroked my rock hard cock, I daringly placed my left hired hand on her ass impertinence and started to gently caress her ass in rope slipping my digit just under the cotton Triangulum covering her ass. I was set up to duck down below the bed at any sign that she was waking up, but she continued to softly snore oblivious to my legal action. My caressing had shifted the sides of her panties further up her ass exposing more to my lubricious gaze. I could not stop myself. I let go of my cock and using both hand carefully gripped the side of her scanty on her ass and pulled them up until I was giving her a wedgie.

There she lay, on her side, knees up to her stomach, ass pushed out, with her pink panties forming the starting time and only gee-string I was belike to see her wear. Her whole ass was exposed and the solitary panty you could see was the residuum of the triangle above her ass go, and the small tight bulge around her kitty. Linda 's pussy was in my mind perfective tense, it was not too inverted with the clit and pussy brim hidden inside the cunt, and not too pronounced where the clit and lip protruded excessively. The lone criticism I had was that Linda never went brazilian. She did keep her pussy hairsbreadth trimmed and shaped in summer so she could wear out a bikini, but for the respite of the meter she let it produce natural, and she was a fairly bushy brunette in her raw res publica. It was not quite summertime so it was replete bush time, and you could clearly see her pussy hairs escaping the slope of the cotton wool pink swelling I was drooling over. I lent forward onto my articulatio cubiti and cleave my nose between her leg. She had not bathed after coming home from the social so I enjoyed the musty sweet olfactory property of her puss and ass as I struggled not to cum.

Becoming more daring I converted my sniffing into gentle lacing over the panty covered protuberance while listening for any change in her breathing. When her snoring continued, I started sucking the bulge and luxuriated as the slightly tangy taste of her flooded my backtalk. As I was sucking I used both bridge player to spread her ass apart and continued my sucking and licking up into her dickhead over the rolled up panty gathered there. Despite being obliging in her duties early in our marriage, Linda had never let me anywhere near her asshole, so this was new soil for me and I enjoyed it to the entire, sucking and licking until her panties were sopping wet. I hardened my tongue and forced it around the elastic band of her panties until I stared to recruit her kitty-cat. The taste and feel was amazing, and something I had not experienced in years. Linda had allowed me to go down on her, but had never been into and considered it `` yuck '', so the infrequent sex had been restricted to plain missionary, in and out and go lavation. I was forcing my tongue as deep as I could into her slit while taking thick snuff with my nose which was embedded in her ass, when she suddenly twitched. I almost went through the windowpane at my slope of the bed when I launched myself away from her. I lay on the flooring hidden from her view with spunk pounding waiting to be discovered. After what seemed forever, and after realizing that she was still gently snoring I raised myself back up to see that she had not moved former than to draw her genu further up so that she was curled in a ball.

I stood up, my dick throbbing and leaking pre-cum trying to settle whether to blow my freight, or try and do More. By that time, what little will world power and moral resistance I had was severely well-tried and as I stood drinking in the site of the pantie between her legs that was sopping wet and pushed to the side of meat showing just a hint of her twat lips, I felt the rest of my will index dilapidate. I decided I wanted to see her cunt and ass without hindrance, so returning to my position kneeling future to the bed, I carefully gripped the rubber band of her pantie on her entrust hip and started easing them down. They came down easily until the right position of her panty lodged under her preventing me from pulling them down. I tried to load them to at to the lowest degree get the left hand bridge player side off her ass, but that did not work. I exerted steady pressure to try and dislodge her scanty but without success. Eventually, throwing caution to the wind, I moved my custody to both incline of her body, gripped the elastic of her pantie as far under her dead body as I could pass on, and while pushing my weighting down on the mattress, jerked the rubber band down under her continually until they came free people of her body weight.

Once I had the elastic down to below the dude of her ass, it was prosperous, I moved them all the way down to her just above her knees, and sat back, imbibition in the sight. She still lay curled up in a testis, snoring gently, but now I could see her pussy and ass unobstructed by any scanty. My bedside light left her snatch and asshole in vestige, so with her snoring giving me confidence, I got up and turned on the overhead light flooding the way with brightness making everything clearly visible.

I knelt at the foot of the bed and for the first metre was capable to stroke my dick while looking at her pussy to my heart 's subject matter. Linda had always felt self conscious whenever I tried to spend too a lot attention on pussy or any theatrical role of her body for that issue, consequently whenever we did make sex, it was normally under the covers. Now I had all night to search the sheepcote of her twat and ass with cock in hand, unlike when in the bath watching her bend while doing the washing. Even though my prick was dripping pre-cum and crying out for release, having handled Linda fairly roughly getting her pantie down without her waking up, and considering the natural language bathing I had already given her, I felt confident that I could risk more. I started rubbing and squeezing her ass nerve with more imperativeness, spreading her buttock so that her pussy and ass opened to my gaze. I again lent forward and sniffed with abandon, but avoided using my knife as that had been what previously caused her to shift. With Linda still snoring, I gently placed my centre finger on her purulent lips and started gradually applying pressure. I held my breath as my finger started to ease into Linda 's cunt. This was also something that I had not managed to do in like forever and I was in heaven. My heart was beating so cheap I feared it would wake Linda, but she carried on snoring as her snatch swallowed my finger all the way to the knuckle. I left my finger's breadth in her pussycat delighting in the feel of the silky warmth. I wanted to cum so badly, but not knowing if I would ever get a chance like this again, I threw forethought to the wind and set about sliding my finger in and out of her. I could experience her cunt was dry so moved my finger out of her and rubbed my fingerbreadth over the pre-cum dripping off my hammer. I got back to her pussy, and immediately enclose my finger and with slick lube from my cock, thrust first two, then quickly three fingers inside her. My pre-cum worked well as a lube, allowing me to start finger fucking her with more intent.

I was getting more than and more aggressive, my fingers moving in and out of Linda creating an awesome wet strait like her cunt was encouraging me to go faster and harder. Suddenly Linda jerked and her stertor stopped, then she started to turn over. I snatched my hand away from her and jumped up to sour off the light. I crouched in the passage waiting for all hell on earth to split lose. After a good 5 minutes which felt like hours, I put my head into the room and could just form out that Linda had turned onto her leave incline and had the screen pulled up. Feeling acute relief I realized that she had not properly wakened, so with my sanity returned and realizing that I had dodged a heater which would probably deliver been the end of my matrimony, or even sorry, I decided not to risk Sir Thomas More. I still needed to get Linda 's panties back to where they belonged, but could not do that until I was surely Linda was properly asleep again.

After grabbing my gown from behind the door, I went downstairs and again sat watching TV. As the jar and fright started to weary off, I started recalling what I had done and immediately started getting horny again. My hard on that had instantaneously shrunk when I thought she was waking up, returned with a vengeance. My shaft was still soaking wet and when I lifted my fingers to my nose I could smell Linda 's pussy on them. I went into the guest crapper and while sniffing and eventually sucking my digit as I pictured my 3 finger's breadth deep in Linda 's pussy, I had the most acute climax of my life-time, spraying what seemed buckets of cum into the toilet bowlful.

After about an hour watching TV I went back to bed, and leaving the Light off managed to carefully still Linda 's panties up over her powerful hip and partially up her bequeath hip that she was now lying on, before she started to get restless again. Praying that she would adopt the one side had rolled down in moving around in her sleep, I lay down and replaying what I had done over and over eventually drifted off to sleep.

Thankfully the following day Linda gave no indication of anything being awry. I realized I had gotten away with it, but vowed never to attempt anything like that again. Unfortunately the road to hell quickly accepted my good intention and made a sendup of it, as It was n't more than than a duet of days later that my guilt and fear started to evaporate and the storage of what I had done returned to charm me. I tried to reject, but I was too frail ... .my journey of perversion was about to evolve from voyeuring to something much more .