My thing is voyeurism. From an early age I was always trying to peep on any female I could, in any situation. After getting married the first time I discovered that an even bigger thrill for me was setting up a situation where I could watch someone voyeur my wife. It progressed to bigger things from there. I'm going to write about many of my ''adventures'' in a number of individual stories. Some involve drugging and rape. This one is about having my first wife voyeured.
My wife, Sherry, was pretty with shoulder length brown hair, 5'4'', 120 lbs. She was a B-cup. She was sexy and always open to new ideas to make sex exciting, but involving anyone else was not an option. She would not reveal any part of her body to anyone else; in other words, modest except with me.
We hired a cleaning service which consisted of 3 men: the owner of the service (Carl) and 2 employees. We were white, they were black. They came once a week and spent 2 hours cleaning. They did ok but Sherry was a perfectionist and often berated Carl about his work. He would speak nicely to her but i know he had some inner hard feelings about her. Once i saw him going through the hamper and stealing her dirty panties. As I got to know them I began to develop a fantasy in my mind. Here's how it started.
One day while they were there my wife wanted to take a shower. She felt safe doing that because i was home. When she showered normally she left the bathroom door open. The shower stall had clear glass. That day, she closed the bedroom door and left the bathroom door open as usual (the bathroom was attached to the bedroom). She didn't tell me she was showering.
I went into the bedroom to get something and saw her. As I left, I closed the bedroom door, but left it open enough to look in with 2 eyes. The view from the door went to a mirror which reflected the open bathroom perfectly. I could see her but she couldn't see me.
Then I saw Carl and I got an idea. He was in one of the other bedrooms. I asked him if he'd like to see something very hot. He said sure. I took him to the cracked door and told him to look in. He immediately opened his mouth in amazement. He looked at me to make sure I was OK with it. I nodded.
His breathing got more rapid and he began to readjust his pants as he got hard. He couldn't stop watching her as she showed everything. He saw her tits with small nipples, her pussy with a nice bush, and her ass when she turned. Here was his boss lady on display and not knowing it! I knew he was loving this as a form of revenge against Sherry.
While she was showering I slipped in the bedroom unnoticed, leaving him outside looking through the cracked door. I found the bikini panties she had taken off and checked them out: still moist, small stain, nice pussy smell. I took them out and gave them to Carl and her him sniff them while he watched her scrub her pussy. He watched as she shaved her pits and legs. He was hard as a rock but wasn't about to see if it was OK to jerk off. When she turned the water off she opened the stall door and began to towel off.
At that point I closed the door. He thanked me profusely. I told him to keep the panties and that I'd see what I could arrange for the following week. When Sherry was dressed, she went downstairs to check how the cleaning was going.
I liked how Carl was staring at her as she spoke to him, again criticizing something. He knew what every private part of her looked like, and she had no idea. He knew what her pussy smelled like and she had no idea. The smirk on his face and the bulge in his pants were priceless.
At that point I went to our bedroom and developed a plan for next week. Sherry knew I was voyeuristic as that was sometimes part of our fantasy play. I noticed that when the bathroom door was halfway closed, it could meet the halfway open door of the adjacent closet. This formed a thin slit through which someone could peep without being seen by the person in the bathroom.
After Carl and his crew left I was still turned on by what had happened, so I had great sex with Sherry, all the time thinking of Carl watching her.
Afterwards I told her I had a fantasy idea. I told her I wanted to do the fantasy while others were in the house. I could see she was skeptical, but I proceeded to describe the situation. I told her that while the cleaning crew was in the house I wanted to peep on her showering without her being able to see me. I told her I'd be stroking myself and that when she was done we'd fuck while they were still in the house.
She was hesitant about saying yes. I showed her the setup. She was still not on board. During the ensuing week I continued to push the fantasy. I told her it would mean a lot to me and my inner voyeur.
The day before the crew came back, she agreed. She decided not to get dressed before they came but to wear her negligee with a long robe over it.
Carl arrived with his crew. He called me aside and told me he had told them what he had seen and let them check out her panties. He had described her body to them. He told me they were pissed that I didn't let them see. I told him that would happen soon. Then I told him to be ready for a very hot treat.
Sherry came down and told them to start work downstairs. The way they stared at her was, to me, very hot. She had no idea what they were thinking, but I did. Then she went back upstairs.