A lot of you were nice enough to say you enjoyed my first (long) story about the 'Pay to View' Voyeur flats but I am afraid that was not why I continued to write about them. I will admit to the weakness of subscribing to a couple of sites for more than a few months over the last couple of years. There has been something about seeing real amateurs having sex as part of a, sometimes long, relationship that is titillating. I guess I am a voyeur at heart. They have often materialised as threesomes, foursomes or more. I don't believe that I have stolen much from watching these sites but they have proved to be fertile ground for my imagination. I just regret that now, at my age, I will never be able to be a tenant myself. Hopefully you will just enjoy the (only) ten chapters. It will help to have read the earlier series if only to know how the characters relate to the story as it unfolds.
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Well time had moved on and the Voyeur apartment business had really gone well. Despite the fact that the expansion had not happened as quickly as I had hoped, the revenues were through the roof. The monthly parties were a big draw and a lot of people had been dragged into joining as a long-term member after a free party weekend introduction. The parties were immensely popular, always achieving great viewing figures.
We had managed to lease Gordons entire block of flats, which turned out to be very near our own flat. There were six units, but a couple of the original flat's tenancies had expired and had to be rehoused. That left us currently with one extra flat looking for tenants, although we were not desperate to rent it out. There was a possibility that Louis's tenancy was also about to either expire, or hopefully, be renewed.
The block of six comprised a two bedroomed and five one bedroomed. That worked well. Sam, Bryony & Melissa had the two bedroomed flat, and Tracy, Tim and Roger, Sandra and Alice, and Jon and Chris, one of the new pair of tenants, had four one bedroomed apartments. There was still one empty. Another advantage of having the block was that it was a bit of a party block. There were no couples. Some three months in, there was no real pairing off, but I had seen all of them having sex with each of the opposite-sex others. Having said that Roger and Sandra did seem to be getting closer than most of the others. Yes, there were no secrets in that house. Everyone knew who was fucking who. It either happened at parties or on-screen. They all had access to lap-tops or phones where they could pick up VSX and see what their flat-mates were up to.
The company wanted to send me on a management course in Manchester. I was really enthusiastic about going until I found that it was a one-month residential course and I would be unable to take Susan with me. The course could have been made for me. It had aspects of accounts, estate agency, legal and man-management human resources.
After talking it over with Susan we agreed that I would have to go, but that I would probably be able to get away weekends to come home. I could get a train back on the Friday night and return either Sunday night, or at a pinch, on the Monday morning. Susan was now the arranger of the monthly party and she organised the next couple so that it coincided with the start and finish of the course. I would leave on the Sunday after the party and return hopefully early enough on the Friday before the next one. If I could get away the last day by about four o'clock, I should still get to the party on time.
It was going to be the first time we had been separated since we moved in together. I would be able to phone her in the evenings from the hotel and it would be very easy for me to keep track of her on my phone or lap-top via the VSX website. I realised that we would have to have a chat about what she could get up to while I was away. In a hotel of course I would probably have no qualms about a little dalliance on the side. I was not expecting to look for one, but if it happened, I probably would not get myself in a position where I would have to explain it to her. On that basis I would have to allow her to have her own fun. Let's face I was going to be away for a lot of days and she was now used to having fun at least once a day.
I brought the subject up over dinner.
'Now Susan, while I am away, I want you to have a good time. I mean, if you want to grab some of the girls or even some of the guys and have ... , well you know, some fun, I won't get upset.'
She laughed, 'Now who is the prude. Here you are telling me to go out and get laid, giving me carte blanche to find a variety of male or lesbian lovers and you cannot even say the word fuck. And, may I ask, are you just laying the way for some infidelities of your own?'
I was quick to reassure her that the thought had never even crossed my mind. I just didn't want her sitting in every evening moping. I did point out however that it would be easy for me to check up on what she was doing, at least inside of the flats.
'So,' I finished up, 'If you really want to be unfaithful to me, don't forget to do it in the back alley behind the pub, because I will always be able to see you if you go with one of the tenants.'
We both laughed before we got a little more serious and she added, 'You know it is going to be difficult for me not to get involved if I get invited out by some of the other tenants, who are now friends of ours. They are all sex mad and may feel sorry for me that I am on my own here. You know I am never going to be looking out for anyone new, but it may be difficult not to play around a little with some of the guys. And as for Gordon, you know he will be all over me like a rash the moment you are gone.'
'Well, make sure you only see him when Elise is there.' I said, and then added, 'Not that that will help. She has the hots for you as much as Gordon does.'
We both laughed again, knowing this to be very true. 'Why don't you put on a little show for me if Gordon comes on to you, I mean when Gordon comes on to you?'
'What do you mean?'
'Stand in front of the camera and say 'Alex, this is for you. I may be being touched by Gordon, but I am thinking of you.' All three of us will get a laugh out of it knowing it is not true, and that the last thing you will be thinking about as he worms his long horny fingers into your pussy is me. But it will also make him aware that we do love each other and that I want to know what you are doing. I am sure I will get a little jealous. It is not like we are in the same room that I can come over and do something about it.'
The sentiment hit the spot and we were soon tumbled up on the sofa, doggy style, Susan squeaking as I thrust into her. I guess we were both thinking about Gordon?
It was still about ten days before I was going but we did cut back a little on the socialising by not organising anything of our own, just going out a couple of times when invited. Gordon and Elise invited us over with Brenda and Jim for a nice dinner at their house. They lived in a very smart three story town-house only a short cab ride away so Jim ordered a cab and picked us up on the way. Knowing it was a smart house and a bit of a formal dinner party we were dressed to kill, which in my and Jim's case meant nice slacks and dress shirts. Ties, no, don't be ridiculous. The girls were both wearing short cocktail dresses. Joanne had the typical little black dress, but shorter than most, and perhaps also cut a lower in the bust than most. Neither had stockings on as it was still a fairly warm evening in early Autumn
I complimented her on her look as I kissed her in greeting, and she was quick to ask Susan if the dress was not just a little too short. 'I had it new for my honeymoon a few months ago but felt it was fine for the cruise but a little fuddy-duddy now, so I shortened it. Is it too much?'
Susan hastened to assure her that it was lovely, and I assured her that while it was a perfect length, most men would be looking at her other assets, 40d's which were equally beautifully displayed.
She tutted, enjoying every minute of the banter before saying, 'Jim you are not going to let him get away with saying that, are you. Say something about that slut Susan's dress.'
We all laughed.
Jim was not going to say anything. He was tongue tied at the sight of the slit in the side of Susan's cheongsam style dress which went all the way up to her waist on one side. It was obvious that she wasn't wearing panties.
Brenda followed his eyes to the slit.
'Oh, I see. Susan, Jim is not going to say anything, he is much too polite, but did you dress in a bit of a hurry tonight dear? Did you forget to put part of your clothing on maybe? Do you want me to get the cabbie to turn around and ask him to go back for your panties?'
That was said loud enough for the cabbie to hear and we saw him turn towards the rear mirror.
'Everything all right there? Can I help with anything?'
Even craning his neck around I knew he could not see what we had been laughing about.
I assured him that we were all okay and that he would get a glimpse of what we had all seen when we got out.
We were quickly there and as I paid him his eyes came out on stalks as he watched Susan alight, not too delicately, from the back.
'Cor luv-a-duck mate. Here's my number if you want a cab home. '
I assured him we would ring as the party went up the stairs to Gordon's front door, his eyes switching between Brenda's short skirt and Susan's tight buttocks.
Gordon had a jacket on. I was pleased to see no tie, and being the perfect gentleman that he was, the jacket came off as soon as he put the girl's wraps in the closet.