I had always had a love of voyeur sex. From a young age I can remember trying to sneak a peek at any and all female visitors to our home. When I would spend the night at a friend's house I would anxiously await the opportunity to see a friend's mother in her nightgown or less. When given the opportunity, I even snuck into their bedrooms and rummaged through their panty drawers.
In correspondence with my voyeur fetish is a strong fetish for panties, specifically the panties worn by friends and associates. As I aged, it seemed like I couldn't see a female friend, friend of my wife's or co-worker without have a mind full of thoughts on the types and colors of their panties.
It was the combination of these two fetishes that lead me, at the age of 35, to purchase a small, HD, hidden nanny camera for our home's guest room.
I was nervous at first, of course, but also so turned on at the prospect of what my hidden camera would catch. I contemplated putting the camera in the bathroom, but ultimately decided hiding it discretely in the guest bedroom would yield better results.
The camera sat dormant for several weeks and I started to think that perhaps that making such a purpose had been a mistake.
Then it happened.
My wife, Natalie, informed me that her life-long friend, Sara, 31, was coming to spend two nights at our home, without her husband or her children. Sara is the clichΓ© of a wife's hot friend. She is tall, 5'6-5'7 and slender, no more than 120 at the most. She has a gorgeous face, a beautiful little round ass from years of running and what appear to be perfectly perky little b-cup breasts. As an added bonus for a voyeur like me, she is very conservative in her dress and conversation topics.
A perfect voyeur target if ever there was one.
The night she was to arrive, I set-up my little camera, which has night vision and motion activation, in the guest room and waited for her arrival.
She got to our house late that night after a long drive, around 11 pm or so. I was pleased to see she was still wearing her work clothes, a casual pair of black slacks, cute little blue blouse. The wife and I chatted her up a bit before we all retired to our respective bedrooms. I am not going to lie, I couldn't sleep that night, nervous and hopeful that the hidden camera would work and what it might capture.