I have been a Peeping Tom for as long as I can think of, as young kid, I remember hiding under my sister bed one day and peeping at her as she changed from school day. I have spied on my mom and former members of family. I really became a fixture peeping tom when my family started running a vacation lodge. Guests came and went and I was able-bodied to spy on many of them through curtains 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 have it off it is wrong, I was hooked.

It was with that background that I met Linda. We were both 29 at the meter. and married to other people. I was a manager in the same companionship Linda worked in and she was the secretaire of one of my colleague managers who had the tumid office suite which had a small electric refrigerator, sump and kettle etc. behind segmentation in the writing table 's office. My secretary used to build me chocolate in the boastfully kitchen dedicated to our storey, which as it was accessible to all staff, had cheap instant chicory portmanteau word `` coffee '' which tasted dogshit. My `` great power '' blessed fellow managing director on the other hand had his own hoard of trade good quality chocolate 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 Wyrd I thought, but he was a bit of a germophobe so maybe he did n't trust the cleanliness of my secretaire around his crockery.

The offset time I saw Linda I was immediately smitten, or rather in lecherousness. She was gorgeous, tall for a adult female at about 5ft9in with a slender build and legs that seemed to go forever. A brunette, sexy schoolhouse teacher type look, with awesome hand sized tits. From then on rather than sound for her to stimulate me coffee, I took a base on balls down to her office and waited while she made it, all to be capable to ogle Linda more of course.

beingness the deviant I am, I used ever opportunity to try to get a look at her hidden treasure, which proved quite successful as she was the most careless char I had come across. At first I thought it was exhibitionism, but soon realized that she just did not opine of men in that way so never thought to prevent her top from drooping when she lent forward or wear a underskirt, or that when wearing a closely skirt, sitting with your genu together pretty very 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 region to chat while she made me coffee. Linda was wearing a dark blue loose dress that came down to below her knees. At initiatory I was disappointed as I was hoping for a shorter dress to afford me a better chance of seeing up it. I went and sat in the only chair in the kitchen while Linda proceeded to make me and her manager a drink. The death chair was my best-loved spot to check while Linda made umber as she would be backlit by a vauntingly window conveniently showing me her cover girl silhouette for those underskirt free days. This clip the brilliantly sun light streaming through not only outlined Linda 's torso it made the blue fabric of her dress see through. My heart almost burst out of my dresser, I could clearly see her bronzed legs all the way to the juncture of her second joint where her pussy was hugged by a lean richly cut distich of white panties. It was resplendent, every time Linda got near the sunlight her gorgeous bring down physical structure was on video display erotically draped in gauzy luster. My putz was so unvoiced and leaking pre-cum that I thanked my lucky stars that I was wearing grim gasp otherwise the wet stain would be unsufferable to hide.

I spent month perving over Linda, getting to look down her top, and glance up her skirt as she crossed her legs. Of course all this time in her company could not be spent just ogling as that would own given the game away, so naturally I would confabulate to her. I found her very tardily to talk to and we became more and more friendly. We shared many stories and confessions of our lives. I would go visit her in the berth less to perv and more than because I enjoyed her company and started having feelings for her.

beingness the realist that I am, I admitted to myself that Linda was way out of my league so I did not even attempt to flirt, which is why I almost fell over one day when she told me that she had feelings for me. We spent more time talking to each other. We used the intimate phones as it would have looked suspect if I spent 60 minutes in her office. I often worked late and for a 2 week flow while her hubby was away we spent all Night talking on the phone. We shared how unhappy we were in our marriages. Linda told me that she had been with her married man since they dated from school at the age of 16. She had not been with any former man and she did not bask having sex with him, and had never once experienced an orgasm.

It was not long before our various partners suspected something was going on, and although we had not yet had sex ( just the periodic kiss or grope when opportunity allowed as Linda was quite religious ), we decided to tell our partners that we loved soul else. Soon we divorced and not long after that, we married. I was in bliss, that goddess physical structure was mine to enjoy as a lot 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 bonk him, but because she did not like sex. She had a none existent sex drive, and considered it more a wife 's responsibility than something to enjoy. 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 path destroyed my self esteem, and I started to palpate guilty every clip I `` drive '' her to consume sex.

As the calendar 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 colleagues and other men at work got to perv the Lapp as I had. I tried to upraise Linda 's awareness of how a `` peeress '' should take the air around in public, trying to get her to wear longer garb and underskirt, but my cursory suggestions were scoffed off as she found the idea that men would deliberately try to look up her dame, down her top or get turned on by being able to see the silhouette of her soundbox through dress, ludicrous. This led to my commentary becoming less pernicious and my accusations of exhibitionism more insulting. This had the obvious effect of harming our relationship so that Linda became less obliging to my sexual want, which in spell led to more insecurity, and so the vicious circle continued.

After a distich of old age of man and wife 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 lecherousness by watching her naked, I just left the blinds of our bedroom slightly open and watched her bath and change in the en cortege while I jerked off outdoor. Not as unspoilt as being inside her pussy, but better than jerking off to porn in my mind. My favorite was when she did the lavation. The washing political machine was in the bathroom and to make sure we washed all the clothes, she bathed before doing the laundry, and insisted I do the like. She would do the washing in a dressing nightie while I lay in the bath, and when she loaded or unloaded the washing machine and hang forward, I got a perfect look of her pussy and ass from below as I lay in the tub with my face lupus erythematosus than 2 human foot from her. I would experience to promote my knees and strategically place the face cloth so that she would not surmise something. I would drink in the view of her pussy, my eyes greedily exploring the perfect 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 story of my perversion. We had been out at a social and were both a bit tiddly and in a good modality. 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 watch TV. After a while I decided to go to bed and establish it another try by being extra loving and not so lustful. My bedside Christ Within was still on and she was laying on her right side facing away from me in the foetal position so I started to gently stroke her hair and neck. She did n't move away so seeing this as a good sign I stroked down her back and timidly onto her derriere expecting her to snatch up at me any here and now. When she still did n't oppose negatively I whispered in her ear that I wanted her. When she did n't reply I turned her promontory to face me and started trying to buss her. There was no response other than a little snoring. That 's when I realized she was numb and decided that there would be no sex for me again.

After a few moment lying there feeling resentful and sorry for myself, I decided to hitch off rather than try get to sleep opinion horny. Of trend it was best to buck off to my favorite `` erotica star '' so, knowing that Linda was normally a deep slumberer, and hoping that the few crapulence she had had made her sleep even mystifying, I gently pulled the masking off Linda 's branch and eased her night-robe 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 lav and put the towel on the floor at my side of meat of the bed, then knelt on the floor over the towel leaning onto the bed. I was able to angle forward and get my face close enough to her to actually sniff her can and puss. My putz was in hand and I was gently rubbing my pre-cum over my cock head word while gazing lustfully at the place where Linda 's scanty disappeared between her wooden leg. Linda never wore gee-strings as they were uncomfortable. but she did wear high cut pantie or tangas which left a lot of her ass exposed. This night she had on a yoke of light pink cotton tangas which had a triangle of cotton fiber covering the ass and kitty joined by a strip of flexible around the hip joint. As I slowly stroked my tilt severely cock, I daringly placed my left helping hand on her ass nerve and started to gently fondle her ass in dress circle slipping my digit just under the cotton wool triangle covering her ass. I was gear up to duck down below the bed at any sign that she was waking up, but she continued to softly snore oblivious to my action mechanism. My caressing had shifted the sides of her panty further up her ass exposing Thomas More to my lustful gaze. I could not halt myself. I let go of my cock and using both custody 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 incline, knees up to her stomach, ass pushed out, with her pink panties forming the first and only gee-string I was likely to see her vesture. Her unhurt ass was exposed and the exclusively panty you could see was the remainder of the Triangle above her ass crack, and the small tight bulge around her pussy. Linda 's pussy was in my judgement perfect, it was not too inverted with the clit and pussy backtalk hidden inside the pussy, and not too pronounced where the clit and backtalk protruded excessively. The merely criticism I had was that Linda never went brazilian. She did retain her pussy hair's-breadth trimmed and shaped in summer so she could wear a bikini, but for the remainder of the time she let it grow natural, and she was a fairly bushy brunet in her natural state. It was not quite summer so it was full President Bush time, and you could clearly see her purulent hairs escaping the side of meat of the cotton pink bulge I was drooling over. I lent forward onto my elbows and stuck my olfactory organ between her legs. She had not bathed after coming home from the social so I enjoyed the mouldy sweet-smelling scent of her cunt and ass as I struggled not to cum.

Becoming more hardihood I converted my sniffing into gentle trouncing over the panty covered bulge while listening for any change in her breathing. When her snoring continue, I started sucking the bump and luxuriated as the slightly lemony taste of her deluge my sass. As I was sucking I used both manpower 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 responsibility 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 full, sucking and licking until her scanty were sopping wet. I hardened my tongue and forced it around the elastic of her panties until I stared to come in her cunt. The taste and feel was gravel, and something I had not experienced in twelvemonth. 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 backwash. I was forcing my spit as deeply as I could into her pussy while taking deeply snuff with my nozzle 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 level hidden from her view 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 former than to take out her knees further up so that she was curled in a ball.

I stood up, my prick throbbing and leaking pre-cum trying to decide whether to blow my load, or try and do more. By that time, what little will office and moral underground I had was severely tried and as I stood drinking in the site of the panties between her branch that was sopping wet and pushed to the English showing just a mite of her cunt lips, I felt the quietus of my will mightiness crumble. I decided I wanted to see her cunt and ass without hindrance, so returning to my side kneeling adjacent to the bed, I carefully gripped the elastic of her panties on her give hip and started easing them down. They came down easily until the right English of her scanty lodged under her preventing me from pulling them down. I tried to stretch them to at least get the pass on hand face off her ass, but that did not work. I exerted steady pressure to try and dislodge her panty but without success. Eventually, throwing care to the wind, I moved my hands to both side of her body, gripped the elastic of her panties as far under her consistency as I could reach, and while pushing my weight down on the mattress, jerked the pliant down under her continually until they came destitute of her body weight.

Once I had the rubber band John L. H. Down to below the swell of her ass, it was easy, I moved them all the way down to her just above her genu, and sat back, drinking in the sight. She still lay curled up in a testis, snoring gently, but now I could see her kitty-cat and ass unobstructed by any panties. My bedside lightness left her pussy and asshole in shadow, so with her snoring giving me self-confidence, I got up and turned on the overhead light flooding the way with luminosity making everything clearly visible.

I knelt at the foot of the bed and for the starting time time was able to stroke my peter while looking at her pussy to my heart and soul 's depicted object. Linda had always felt self conscious whenever I tried to spend too much aid on slit or any part of her body for that subject, consequently whenever we did give sex, it was normally under the covers. Now I had all night to explore the sheep pen of her pussy and ass with shaft in handwriting, unlike when in the bath watching her bend while doing the washing. Even though my cock 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 tongue bathing I had already given her, I felt convinced that I could chance more. I started rubbing and squeezing her ass impertinence with more atmospheric pressure, spreading her cheeks so that her pussy and ass opened to my gaze. I again lend forward and sniffed with wildness, but avoided using my spit as that had been what previously caused her to shift. With Linda still snoring, I gently placed my middle finger on her pussy lips and started gradually applying pressure. I held my breath as my finger started to allay into Linda 's cunt. This was also something that I had not managed to do in wish forever and I was in heaven. My heart was beating so garish 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 in her pussy delighting in the feel of the silklike warmth. I wanted to cum so badly, but not knowing if I would ever get a chance like this again, I threw carefulness to the hint and startle sliding my finger in and out of her. I could feel her puss was dry so affected my finger out of her and itch my finger over the pre-cum dripping off my cock. I got back to her kitty-cat, and immediately tuck my finger's breadth 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 and more strong-growing, my digit 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 snoring stopped, then she started to turn over. I snatched my hand away from her and jumped up to turn off the brightness. I crouched in the passage waiting for all hell to break up lose. After a serious 5 minutes which felt like time of day, I put my head into the elbow room and could just make out that Linda had turned onto her left side and had the covers pulled up. Feeling vivid backup man I realized that she had not properly wakened, so with my sanity returned and realizing that I had dodged a heater which would probably have been the end of my wedlock, or even regretful, I decided not to risk more. I still needed to get Linda 's panties back to where they belonged, but could not do that until I was sure Linda was properly asleep again.

After grabbing my gown from behind the room access, I went downstairs and again sat watching TV. As the jounce and fear started to wear off 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 stopcock was still soaking wet and when I lifted my digit to my poke I could smell Linda 's pussy on them. I went into the Edgar Albert Guest crapper and while sniffing and eventually sucking my fingers as I pictured my 3 digit deep in Linda 's puss, I had the most intense orgasm of my life, spraying what seemed pail of cum into the can trough.

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

Thankfully the next day Linda gave no indication 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 unspoilt aim and made a mockery of it, as It was n't more than a dyad of days later that my guilt and care started to evaporate and the memory of what I had done returned to tempt me. I tried to resist, but I was too faint ... .my journey of perversion was about to evolve from voyeuring to something much more .