Though still in my early fifties I was fortunate enough to take early retirement with enough money to live a very comfortable lifestyle. My wife, Molly, wanted away from the city and found a fabulous house for us on the outskirts of a picturesque village. We spent a fair amount of money decorating the house, fitting a new kitchen, new windows and enlarging one of the bedrooms by knocking down a wall between the bedroom and a large cupboard. This was to be a dressing room for the wife.
Her special room was kitted out with a stack of wardrobes, a wall of mirrors and a makeup station along with a big leather couch that could be converted into a bed if we ever needed it. A huge window meant there was plenty of light in the room, pretty curtains and blinds would give privacy. She of course loved the room.
We had moved in a year earlier but had yet to have much of a conversation with our nearest neighbour. Colin was a widower of many years, who was a bit of a recluse and on the few times we had seen him he had looked to the floor and walked by. So I was surprised when early one morning he knocked on the door. I could see he was anxious and distressed. Apparently, his sister had been taken to hospital with a suspected heart attack. He needed to go and asked if I would feed his dog at eleven that morning and then let him out for thirty minutes. He gave me a key and we swopped mobile numbers in case there were further developments. Of course, I agreed and at the allotted time I trotted over and unlocked the door.
A little white Scottie, barked for a moment and then shot up the stairs.
"Saxon! Saxon." I cried trying to sound friendly. The dog stayed put.
With no other choice I climbed the stairs and began a search noticing how clean and tidy the house was. I looked in each of the four bedrooms and the bathroom before seeing what looked like a cupboard door was open.
"Come on dog, let's feed you." I hissed.
When I pulled the door open wide the dog shot downstairs. Seeing inside the room stunned me for a long moment. On a large table on the right was a large forty-inch computer screen, flanked each side with two twenty inches. There was a lot of very high-tech equipment to support the set up and on the adjoining wall, fixed to a telescopic bracket was a very expensive camera. The kind of kit that can zoom in on the hairs of a fly's ass from ten miles away.
Suddenly it whirled and clicked. When I moved to see what it had photographed, I knocked the table, which moved the mouse that gave life to the screens. In shock my hands went over my mouth.
"My God." I gasped.
It was zoomed in on my wife's dressing room and showed her dusting the windowsill. Looking closer I could clearly see into the room right to the back wall. The wardrobes were on view, only the wall of mirrors and the makeup station couldn't be seen. On the smaller screen on the right, it showed her on video happily cleaning the room. The picture quality of this wasn't very good as it came from his CCTV security, but it seemed to centre on the leather couch.
I inspected the other screen. It showed dozens of pictures of Molly. Most weren't very good as she had half closed the blinds but there were five sequential that I had to click on to inspect more closely.
It showed her enter the room with a towel wrapped around her. She picked something off the couch and turned to leave. When she turned the towel slipped showing a back view and both cheeks of her arse. The picture was dulled by the blinds, but one had been worked on. It clearly showed her naked from the back. The side of her right breast was on view along with a naked bottom. We'd been married for decades; I knew it was Molly.
To say I was an expert on computers was not an exaggeration. I had earned a fortune tapping at a keyboard and could make them do whatever I wanted. Feeling angry I investigated his hard drive looking for further evidence.
The first pictures were perhaps the clearest. It showed Molly hanging the curtains. She wore a pair of tight shorts and a loose top; it was obvious by the way her tits swung that she wasn't wearing a bra.
Cursing the man as a pervert, I connected my phone with my computer then linked his so I could see everything he had on the computer, the camera and the CCTV. Finished, I noticed Saxon looking at me.
A hungry dog is an obedient dog. I fed him, let him out and made sure he was settled on his cushion before locking up.
Molly had finished her chores and was sat in the kitchen on her iPad. I quickly told her what Colin had been doing and explained how I now had the evidence.
"Isn't that illegal?" She asked.
"Of course it is, he's a peeping Tom."
"No. Not him, you."
This brought me to my senses. I couldn't tell the police what I knew because of what I'd done. Even if I had Molly most definitely didn't want the embarrassment of dozens of policemen looking at the doctored picture.
"Wouldn't you like that?" I snapped knowing she was talking sense.
She stormed out the room. This brought back recent memories. When we had first moved Molly had been painting when the food delivery came. I arrived home to see her bending over to pick up something from the baskets. Her top was low cut, you could clearly see her tits bouncing as she grabbed more. The driver had shifted his position to get the best view. We had laughed at this later. However, it had clearly aroused us both as we had the best unexpected sex in a long time.
Then, a few months later I again came home early to see Molly unloading that week's delivery. She had clearly dressed for the occasion, to give the driver as much as he could see without her stripping naked. She bent to get groceries out of the basket giving a full view of her tits, nipples were rock hard, showing she was enjoying it. Her skirt short, showing a tiny pair of knickers at the slightest movement. When she lifted a bag to put it in the house, she bent over giving a cracking view of her arse.
I waited until the driver had left before telling what I had seen. Molly was distraught. She sobbed and sobbed and pleaded for understanding. It hadn't gone any further than flirting and flashing her tits. She confessed if she knew a delivery was coming, she would take off her bra. She'd even done it to a woman.
When I thought about it, we had been having a lot more sex just recently. After some discussion we decided she could carry on but only when I was at home. One of her victims could turn nasty and she could be attacked. For the next few months we played this game but after a while it became more normal, so we hadn't done it for a while.
Feeling guilty I went to find her; she was in the dressing room with the blinds closed. Wanting her to see she still had privacy I hooked up the smart TV next to the makeup station so it would show whatever the cameras were recording. In minutes the TV showed nothing but the blinds.
These blinds were inside the window, you simply moved a lever to allow more light in. I opened them halfway, light poured in but when I stood by the window all you could see was a shape. You couldn't even tell if it was male or female. Opening a little more to three quarters you could see the person but not fully. As she always had them closed at least halfway there were no problems.
I was about to explain more when a red light showed on the TV. Colin was home and watching. She shot out of view, giggling like a schoolgirl.
"Go open the blinds." I said. It wasn't a command but an invitation with an undertone.
"No. I can't." She said blushing but I saw the idea had been planted.
After ten minutes of persuasion, she did as I asked.
"He just took a picture." I giggled, "Take your top off."
Molly hesitated for a while but then suddenly slipped off her top. Her shorts were next. For a while she walked around the room in bra and pants. Then, with her back to the window she took off her bra.
We had been married for decades but I still hadn't had enough of her tits. At fifty she still had a figure; it was a little fuller, but I think that always looks best on a woman. Her belly showed little evidence of the two children she'd borne; it had a little pot but that made her even more attractive.
"He's zoomed in." I said, excited by the thought Colin was watching.
