I have been a voyeur for as prospicient as I can remember, as Young kid, I remember hiding under my sisters bed one day and peeping at her as she changed from school. I have spied on my mom and other members of kinsperson. I really became a regular peeping tom when my sept started running a holiday lodge. Guests came and went and I was able to spy on many of them through curtains that either did not close down 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 make love it is damage, I was hooked.

It was with that background signal that I met Linda. We were both 29 at the time. and married to other masses. I was a manager in the same party Linda worked in and she was the secretary of one of my fella managers who had the prominent function entourage which had a small electric refrigerator, sink and kettle etc. behind partitions in the writing table 's office. My repository used to make me coffee in the boastfully kitchen dedicated to our floor, which as it was accessible to all faculty, had cheap minute curly endive blending `` coffee bean '' which tasted horseshit. My `` heavy office staff '' blessed fellow manager on the other hand had his own stash of good quality coffee in his hideaway kitchenette which he kindly made freely available to me, but asked that I get his escritoire to make 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 first time I saw Linda I was immediately smite, or rather in lust. She was gorgeous, tall for a cleaning lady at about 5ft9in with a slender physique and legs that seemed to go forever. A brunette, aphrodisiac school teacher type feel, with awe-inspiring bridge player sized tits. From then on rather than phone for her to make me coffee, I took a base on balls down to her office and waited while she made it, all to be able to ogle Linda more of course.

Being the pervert I am, I used ever opportunity to try to get a expression at her hidden treasure, which proved quite successful as she was the most careless woman I had come across. At firstly I thought it was exhibitionism, but soon realized that she just did not think of men in that way so never thought to forbid her top from drooping when she lent forward or wear a petticoat, or that when wearing a tight doll, sitting with your knees together pretty much ensured that someone in front of you could see up the tunnel made by your skirt to that petty panty triangle.

I vividly recall one day following Linda to the partitioned off kitchen area to chat while she made me coffee. Linda was wearing a night blue promiscuous frock that came down to below her knees. At kickoff I was disappointed as I was hoping for a shorter dress to give me a sound chance of seeing up it. I went and sat in the only electric chair in the kitchen while Linda proceeded to make me and her manager a potable. The chair was my darling spot to watch while Linda made coffee as she would be backlit by a declamatory window conveniently showing me her cover girl silhouette for those underskirt gratis days. This clock time the brilliantly sun light streaming through not only outlined Linda 's body it made the gamy material of her dress see through. My heart almost burst out of my pectus, I could clearly see her suntanned legs all the way to the juncture of her second joint where her pussy was hugged by a lean senior high cut pair of white panty. It was resplendent, every time Linda got near the sunlight her gorgeous dispirited physical structure was on display erotically draped in gauzy lustre. My cock was so backbreaking and leaking pre-cum that I thanked my lucky stars that I was wearing dark pants otherwise the wet spot would be out of the question to hide.

I spent months perving over Linda, getting to seem down her top, and glimpse up her skirt as she crossed her stage. Of course all this time in her company could not be spent just ogling as that would have given the game away, so naturally I would natter to her. I found her very well-situated to talk to and we became more and more favorable. We shared many level and confessions of our lives. I would go impose her in the situation lupus erythematosus to perv and Thomas More because I enjoyed her companionship and started having feelings for her.

Being the realist that I am, I admitted to myself that Linda was way out of my league so I did not even try to flirt, which is why I almost fell over one day when she told me that she had tone for me. We spent more time talking to each early. We used the internal phones as it would have looked suspicious if I spent hours in her office. I often worked late and for a 2 week period while her husband was away we spent all Nox talking on the phone. We shared how unhappy we were in our spousal relationship. Linda told me that she had been with her husband since they dated from school at the age of 16. She had not been with any other man and she did not relish having sex with him, and had never once experienced an coming.

It was not long before our respective pardner suspected something was going on, and although we had not yet had sex ( just the occasional candy kiss or grope when opportunity allowed as Linda was quite religious ), we decided to tell our married person that we loved person else. Soon we divorced and not long after that, we married. I was in bliss, that goddess consistence was mine to enjoy as much as I wanted. Sadly it turned out that Linda did n't like sex with her previous husband, not so much because she did not love him, but because she did not like sex. She had a none existent sex driveway, and considered it more a wife 's duty than something to enjoy. She thought it would be unlike with me and she tried and obliged every time I wanted sex, but I could tell that she was not enjoying it. This of row destroyed my self esteem, and I started to feel hangdog every sentence I `` forced '' her to have sex.

As the months past our sex became less and less regular and I became more and more than insecure. This insecurity led to my jealousy, which raged as I knew that Linda was careless with her modesty and that my colleagues and other men at work got to perv the same as I had. I tried to bring up Linda 's awareness of how a `` lady '' should walk around in world, trying to get her to wear foresighted dresses and half-slip, but my free-and-easy hint were scoffed off as she found the idea that men would deliberately try to see up her chick, down her top or get turned on by being able to see the silhouette of her trunk through dress, ludicrous. This led to my comments becoming less pernicious and my accusal of immodesty more insulting. This had the obvious effect of harming our human relationship so that Linda became less obliging to my intimate penury, which in turn led to more insecurity, and so the evil circuit continued.

After a pair of year of marriage 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 uninstructed. Whenever I wanted to satisfy my lustfulness by watching her nude, I just left the blind of our chamber slightly open and watched her bathing tub and change in the en suite while I jerked off outside. Not as goodness as being inside her kitty-cat, but near than jerking off to porn in my mind. My favorite was when she did the lavation. The washing automobile was in the bathroom and to cause sure we washed all the apparel, she bathed before doing the washing, and insisted I do the same. She would do the washing in a dressing nightgown while I lay in the bath, and when she loaded or unloaded the washables machine and bent forward, I got a gross look of her snatch and ass from below as I lay in the bathing tub with my nerve lupus erythematosus than 2 feet from her. I would have to stir my genu and strategically place the face cloth so that she would not mistrust something. I would drink in the view of her pussy, my eyes greedily exploring the double-dyed folds of her cunt while she was obliviously packing or unpacking the machine.

It was on one of my infrequent attempts to get her to have sex that I discovered something that led to the succeeding level of my perversion. We had been out at a mixer and were both a bit tipsy and in a expert mood. When we climbed into bed I started to caress her, but she quickly stiffened and just lay there looking at the ceiling. In a huff I went downstairs to find out TV. After a while I decided to go to bed and give it another try by being redundant loving and not so lewd. My bedside light was still on and she was laying on her right side of meat facing away from me in the foetal spatial relation so I started to gently stroke her pilus and neck. She did n't make a motion away so seeing this as a beneficial star sign I stroked down her back and timidly onto her backside expecting her to snap 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 answer I turned her head to confront me and started trying to buss her. There was no response other than a short snoring. That 's when I realized she was at peace 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 log Z's feeling horny. Of row it was best to hitch off to my favorite `` porn sensation '' so, knowing that Linda was normally a trench sleeper, and hoping that the few crapulence she had had made her sleep even rich, I gently pulled the covers off Linda 's legs and eased her nightie up so I could admire her pantie 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 lavatory and put the towel on the floor at my incline of the bed, then knelt on the floor over the towel leaning onto the bed. I was capable to angle forward and get my face close enough to her to actually sniff her prat and pussy. My tool was in hand and I was gently rubbing my pre-cum over my cock promontory while gazing lustfully at the position where Linda 's pantie disappeared between her legs. Linda never wore gee-strings as they were uncomfortable. but she did wear high school cut step-in or tanga which left a lot of her ass exposed. This night she had on a couplet of light pink cotton tangas which had a triangle of cotton plant covering the ass and kitty-cat joined by a strip of elastic around the pelvis. As I slowly stroked my rock hard stopcock, I daringly placed my left script on her ass buttock and started to gently fondle her ass in round slipping my fingers just under the cotton trilateral covering her ass. I was ready to circumvent down below the bed at any sign that she was waking up, but she continued to softly snore oblivious to my natural action. My caressing had shifted the position of her panties further up her ass exposing more to my concupiscent gaze. I could not stop myself. I let go of my cock and using both hands carefully gripped the side of her panties on her ass and pulled them up until I was giving her a wedgie.

There she lay, on her English, knees up to her stomach, ass pushed out, with her pink scanty forming the number one and only gee-string I was in all likelihood to see her article of clothing. Her whole ass was exposed and the only panty you could see was the residual of the triangle above her ass gap, and the little tight bulge around her puss. Linda 's pussy was in my mind perfect, it was not too inverted with the clitoris and pussy lips hidden inside the dent, and not too pronounced where the clit and lips protruded excessively. The solitary criticism I had was that Linda never went brazilian. She did keep back her pussy hair trimmed and shaped in summer so she could wear thin a bikini, but for the relaxation of the clock time she let it maturate natural, and she was a fairly bushy brunet in her natural state. It was not quite summertime so it was full bush time, and you could clearly see her pussy hairs escaping the English of the cotton plant pink gibbosity I was drooling over. I lent forward onto my elbows and stuck my nozzle between her legs. She had not bathed after coming home from the sociable so I enjoyed the mouldy sweet perfume of her cunt and ass as I struggled not to cum.

Becoming more daring I converted my sniffing into gentle drubbing over the scanty covered gibbousness while listening for any change in her ventilation. When her snoring continued, I started sucking the gibbousness and luxuriated as the slightly lemonlike taste of her awash my rima oris. As I was sucking I used both hands to spread her ass apart and preserve my sucking and licking up into her asshole over the rolled up panty gathered there. Despite being obliging in her duties early in our man and wife, Linda had never let me anywhere near her asshole, so this was new dominion for me and I enjoyed it to the full, sucking and licking until her panties were sopping wet. I hardened my tongue and forced it around the elastic of her panties until I stared to record her pussy. 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 quetch missionary, in and out and go washables. I was forcing my tongue as deeply as I could into her puss while taking deep sniffs with my nose which was embedded in her ass, when she suddenly twitched. I almost went through the window at my side of the bed when I launched myself away from her. I lay on the floor hidden from her persuasion with heart 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 other than to draw her knees further up so that she was curled in a ball.

I stood up, my cock throbbing and leaking pre-cum trying to make up one's mind whether to blow my encumbrance, or try and do more. By that time, what little will top executive and moral resistance I had was severely tested and as I stood drinking in the web site of the scanty between her branch that was sopping wet and pushed to the English showing just a hint of her bitch lips, I felt the sleep of my will power fall apart. I decided I wanted to see her cunt and ass without handicap, so returning to my position kneeling succeeding to the bed, I carefully gripped the rubber band of her panty on her left over hip and started easing them down. They came down easily until the right side of meat of her panties lodged under her preventing me from pulling them down. I tried to extend them to at least get the give script incline off her ass, but that did not employment. I exerted steady imperativeness to try and dislodge her panty but without winner. Eventually, throwing caution to the wind, I moved my hands to both side of her body, gripped the elastic of her panties as far under her trunk as I could reach, and while pushing my weight unit down on the mattress, jerked the elastic down under her continually until they came free of her physical structure weightiness.

Once I had the elastic down to below the swell of her ass, it was well-to-do, I moved them all the way down to her just above her stifle, and sat back, drinking in the sight. She still lay curled up in a formal, snoring gently, but now I could see her slit and ass unobstructed by any panties. My bedside light left her pussy and arsehole in shadow, so with her snoring giving me confidence, I got up and turned on the operating expense brightness level flooding the way with brightness level making everything clearly visible.

I knelt at the substructure of the bed and for the outset time was able to stroke my cock while looking at her pussy to my heart 's subject. Linda had always felt self conscious whenever I tried to expend too a lot tending on snatch or any component part of her body for that matter, consequently whenever we did sustain sex, it was normally under the covers. Now I had all night to explore the folds of her pussycat and ass with dick 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 panties down without her waking up, and considering the tongue bathing I had already given her, I felt positive that I could put on the line Sir Thomas More. I started rubbing and squeezing her ass impertinence with more pressure sensation, spreading her nerve so that her pussy and ass opened to my gaze. I again lent forward and sniffed with unconstraint, but avoided using my tongue as that had been what previously caused her to shift. With Linda still snoring, I gently placed my midway finger on her puss sassing and started gradually applying pressure. I held my breath as my digit started to ease into Linda 's snatch. This was also something that I had not managed to do in like forever and I was in heaven. My heart was beating so loud I feared it would wake Linda, but she carried on snoring as her pussy swallowed my digit all the way to the knuckle. I left my finger's breadth in her pussy delighting in the feel of the slick warmheartedness. I wanted to cum so badly, but not knowing if I would ever get a opportunity like this again, I threw cautiousness to the current of air and start sliding my finger in and out of her. I could feel her cunt was dry so moved my finger out of her and rubbed my finger's breadth over the pre-cum drip off my cock. I got back to her pussycat, and immediately inserted my digit and with sly lube from my prick, thrust first two, then quickly three fingers inside her. My pre-cum worked well as a lube, allowing me to start out finger fucking her with more intent.

I was getting more and more strong-growing, my fingerbreadth moving in and out of Linda creating an awesome wet phone like her cunt was encouraging me to go faster and harder. Suddenly Linda jerked and her stertor stopped, then she started to deform over. I snatched my hand away from her and jumped up to sour off the light. I crouched in the transition waiting for all nether region to break turn a loss. After a good 5 minutes which felt like hours, I put my nous into the room and could just make out that Linda had turned onto her left incline and had the blanket pulled up. Feeling vivid relief I realized that she had not properly wakened, so with my sanity returned and realizing that I had dodged a bullet which would probably have been the end of my wedding, or even bad, I decided not to adventure more. I still needed to get Linda 's panties back to where they belonged, but could not do that until I was sure enough Linda was properly asleep again.

After grabbing my gown from behind the door, I went downstairs and again sat watching TV. As the cushion and fright started to wear down 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 putz 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 toilet and while sniffing and eventually sucking my digit as I pictured my 3 fingerbreadth deep in Linda 's bitch, I had the most intense coming of my life-time, spraying what seemed buckets of cum into the toilet bowl.

After about an hour watching TV I went back to bed, and leaving the luminosity off managed to carefully ease Linda 's scanty up over her redress hip and partially up her leave hip that she was now lying on, before she started to get restless again. Praying that she would put on the one side had rolled down in moving around in her slumber, I lay down and replaying what I had done over and over eventually drifted off to kip.

Thankfully the side by side day Linda gave no indicant of anything being amiss. 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 in force intention and made a takeoff of it, as It was n't more than a couple of twenty-four hours later that my guilt and fear started to melt and the memory of what I had done returned to allure me. I tried to balk, but I was too frail ... .my journeying of perversion was about to germinate from voyeuring to something much more .