Accidental Voyeur

ACCIDENTAL VOYEUR

SOME PEOPLE ENJOY WATCHING SPORTS, SOME LIKE WATCHING PEOPLE ACT OUT STORIES, OTHERS LIKE WATCHING PORN, WHILE OTHERS LIKE WATCHING REAL PEOPLE HAVE REAL SEX. THIS IS THE STORY OF ONE OF THOSE.

It did have all the potential of an international incident, although it actually was an inadvertent glance into the wrong window in the royal castle. The regal family was enjoying a moment of naked carnal bliss on the sovereign bed behind the curtain-less window in which I had innocently cast a brief look. In this one incident of peeping I was no Tom, although probably only on this one occasion.

It was true I had done more than my share of voyeuristic pursuits. Yes, I am someone who enjoys watching other people do things most people prefer to do in private. I probably would be unable to convince many that I had merely gotten lost on the tour and was not trying to catch a peek at the Royal family fucking in the monarchal bed, not with my history. If I couldn't keep that from the royal guards and press, I was toast. I had a history. I had been caught a few times, even charged, but I am innocent your honor.

Yes, I have convinced my wife to perform for me in bed with an occasional paramour, and yes I have gone out of my way to get a glimpse of people fornicating carelessly where they thought they were safe from prying eyes, but it is just a hobby, like collecting stamps, so why can't people just leave me to it? It doesn't hurt anyone and no one ever has to have medical attention afterwards.

So why does anyone get pleasure out of watching other people get sexual pleasure? Not sure. Why does anyone enjoy watching other people play soccer and get a real kick out of watching it? Again, I have no idea, but if the money made at soccer games is any indication, they do. It just may be as simple as that. People like to watch stuff.

Anyway, there I was on the tour of the castle. I took a turn and the tour didn't, and suddenly I was lost. There was the window and I glanced. It was just a glance, but there I was exchanging startled looks with the King and Queen as they looked up from being stretched out naked on their rumpled bed with just a pane of glass separating us. She was receiving royal attention and he was giving it. It is not like their royal bodies are wrinkle free, and if you were going to watch someone fuck it probably wouldn't be these two, but the deed was done, the glimpse was taken, and the sight was seen.

I could not erase it from my memory, which I would have done if I could, but it was etched into my memory banks and they saw my face clearly and reported the transgression. The ball had dropped, the bell was rung and you could not unring it. Before I could even look away, my hands were behind my back and the cuffs were locked.

Now I had to convince nonbelievers that it was simply accidental. It is like a fox trying to convince a henhouse full of chickens he is just visiting and trying to be friendly. Few were going to believe that a convicted Peeping Tom was just touring the castle.

The first time I enjoyed the fruits of watching was when I was hiking in Vermont and came upon two lovers exchanging bodily fluids and lusty notions beside the waterfall. I didn't turn away for fifty minutes, not until they were almost completely dressed. It was such a pleasant sight that it didn't leave my thoughts for years, and it still comes out now and then.

It was such a nice sight that I tried to duplicate it regularly after that. I have, of course, watched more than my share of porn, and when I got married I came clean to her shortly after the wedding, and--although surprised--she vowed not to leave me for it and promised to help me out whenever she could. Turns out, she is a bit of an exhibitionist, so it worked out well for us. She'd fuck someone to entertain me, and we'd both get something out of it, with her enjoying good sex with a partner of her choice.

It turns out the tour guide came to my rescue at the castle by telling security that they had lost me on the tour and I wasn't a trespasser bent on seeing the royals fucking in their kingly bed. It was a truly lucky break with my personal history of voyeur pursuits, and I breathed easier as we left the palace. As a committed voyeur, I dodged the bullet that time. My wife and I laughed about the incident, but it could have been not funny at all.

We decided we needed to celebrate my good fortune by exploiting our mutual needs that afternoon. She had a friend in town she had invited to the house, and he was happy to help celebrate our cravings by fucking my wife so I could watch. I didn't have to peek in any window, because I had my own chair in my very own bedroom to watch my very own wife get her pussy filled by her selection of the day.

His name was Jeremy and he had attributes that she loved. He was tall, broad, and long in the right places. She suggested they undress one another and get things started slowly and sensuously. First she let him take off an item of her clothing, kissing each part he had just revealed. He started with her blouse, removing it slowly and kissing the shoulders he had uncovered. Then he lifted off her bra, placing kisses on each nipple. Then came her skirt, her slip, then her panties. Each time he paid homage to each part with a kiss.

When she was nude, she started on him, starting with his shirt, then his pants, and was pleased to see he wore no underwear. When he was naked, she kneeled in front of him and took his erection in her hands and brought it to her lips. One of my favorite sights in the whole world is when my wife performs fellatio on one of her friends. To see her lips around the end of some lucky guy's cock is a sight worth remembering and if I didn't let other people see what is on my phone I would have it to carry around, but having that on my photo app would be a big mistake, especially if I was suspected of peeping on the royal family.

After she did that for twenty minutes or so, warming him up with her lips and tongue, kissing and sucking his dick, Claire moved to the bed and assumed the position on her back with her legs spread and her arms reaching out to him.

Jeremy climbed on the bed and got between her knees and slipped his hardness into her in one quick thrust, pushing all the way to his belly with one steady movement of his hips. My wife grunted as he went in, and she opened her knees even more and arched her back, then she cooed as he slid in and out of her. The sight I had grown to love was happening before me and I was loving it. It was like the very best porn.

He fucked her slowly, increasing the speed of his thrusts steadily, finally moving rapidly in and out of her swishy pussy. I encouraged them as they had sex in front of me and told him to "fuck her good." He said he would try and continued to pleasure her, pushing rapidly into her. She moved her hips swiftly and with a sexual energy I had come to love to watch.

I have no idea why I like to watch her with somebody, and I have tried to figure it out over the years. I read about voyeurism, and I know that when I am watching Claire I have the same endorphins being released in me and I am feeling the same feelings she is. I know when people watch a sporting event their excitement can match the levels of the participants. A person at a concert can become excited by the music and become aroused to levels of euphoria. I understand that voyeurism is generally watching when someone doesn't know they're being watched, which I also enjoy, but watching Claire and her lovers is not that, because the stealth element is not present.

I tried to explain to a friend once about how I feel when watching, but he couldn't understand at all, even with my porn analogy. He just could not see how you could get pleasure out of watching someone else do something you like to do.

"Don't you like baseball?" I asked. He didn't see any similarity. "But you are not playing in the game and you enjoy watching, right?"

"But that is not sex," he said. So I gave up trying to convince him. I told Claire I had tried to explain to Barry about my watching fascination, but she said not to try to explain.

"People are just not going to be able to understand. It just goes against everything they have been taught," she said, impressing me with her wisdom.

"I thought comparing it to sports would help him understand," I said. "He didn't see any comparison. He admitted getting excited at the games, but he didn't see any similarity."

"His mind is just closed," she said. "He thinks it would reflect badly on him. You accept it, but to him it would just mean he is a pervert," she said. "Don't even try."

I knew she was right. Barry just couldn't let go of preconceived ideas. It was perverted to get pleasure from watching someone you care for have sex. He was caught up in the possessive element of a sexual relationship. I may be a pervert, depraved, weird, but it was truly me. I had come to grips with that, like being left handed, I just accepted it. I was intimidated by heights, and I acknowledged that. It was just me. It did no good to pretend it wasn't true.

The truth was, I didn't need to explain to anyone. Claire accepted it in me and that was all that mattered. That night Claire cuddle against me. "You are a successful and intelligent person. I have accepted you as you are," she said. "I love you as you are. It doesn't matter that Barry or anyone else thinks you need to be anything other than who you are. It is you I love, not what anyone thinks you should be," she said.

Having her say what she did made me very happy. I have accepted my sexual proclivities, but having her feel that way makes me know that I don't have to fit into a mold to make her happy. My tolerance of her being with other people is our own business, and it is whether we accept it that is important, not what other people think we should feel about fidelity.

When we went back to the Netherlands, we decided against taking the tour again of the royal castle. You've seen one royal family having sex, you've seen them all. If there is one thing I am sure of, I don't need to run the risk of getting lost again on another castle tour.

We did meet a fellow from Omaha who agreed to help me with my wife watching preference. His name was and still is Martin, and he owns a farm and has heard every farmer's wife story there is. We asked him to stay the night, and like the farmer's wife stories it included an invitation to sleep with my wife. He accepted, because he was a polite farmer, and asked, because he knew, if I was going to watch. I said, "I'd love to," and he said to be his guest.

Being a farmer he is a very big man and that pleased her immensely. By morning she was very happy he'd come, no pun intended. She had come too, three times, and she woke with a big smile on her face. Martin has promised to come back again, when he returns from Omaha. She asked me if I enjoyed Martin's visit and I said, "I did if you did."

"Oh, yes," she said. "He has what it takes to please a lady." I was so happy to hear that.