As a teenager I developed powerful voyeuristic tendencies. In most other respects I was a normal, red-blooded male, but I found the thought of watching other people having sex intensely exciting. I even asked some girlfriends to have sex with other men whilst I watched; some of them were interested but I only got one to try. Unfortunately the boy she chose found my presence off-putting, and failed to get an erection.
My first job on leaving university was in London and I commuted from digs in a village some twenty miles away. There I met Kelly, the only child of a wealthy local businessman. She was a bubbly seventeen-year-old schoolgirl on holiday from her all-girls Convent boarding school. She fell for me in a big way and asked me for a date and when she went back to school she wrote to me. We were married on her nineteenth birthday.
Kelly is a tall, longhaired blond English rose, very pretty, with long legs and a body to die for; I was a very lucky man. But even before our wedding I fantasised about watching this beautiful young girl with other men. I plucked up the courage to tell Kelly; luckily for me she found this amusing and laughed whenever I mentioned it.
Shortly after our marriage I was transferred to the north of England. After a few months I was asked to go back to London to finish a project. Kelly arranged for us to stay with her parents, but they couldn't put us up for the first week. However Danny, a friend of Kelly's father, was going away for a few days and, as he knew Kelly, he didn't mind us using his house. Kelly described Danny as a teacher in his 50s; since she'd last seen him he'd been divorced. She wasn't surprised and called him 'a randy old sod'.
We arrived on a Sunday evening, picked the keys up from Kelly's parents and drove to Danny's house. We were still unpacking when a car drew up behind us and Kelly recognized Danny; he'd had to delay his visit and asked if we minded him staying the night. Danny was a Nigerian. Physically he was a small man with a long bushy beard, short fuzzy hair and one glass eye. And he was as black as coal. Kelly hadn't mentioned any of this
That evening I realised Danny was infatuated with my beautiful young wife. At times I felt invisible as he lavished attention on her; he was so charming and attentive towards her and she glowed in this warmth. I was surprised at the feelings my 19-year-old wife showed towards this 54-year-old African. He was an unprepossessing little man whom she dwarfed and who was old enough to be her grandfather, let alone father. He had a strong personality with a deep booming voice, was very funny and great company but he was an ugly little man. Yet she was flirting with him.
As we lay in bed that night I told Kelly that Danny lusted after her and, as she obviously fancied him, they should sleep together. I expected her to laugh as she usually did when I mentioned sleeping with other men. Instead she asked me if I was serious. Startled, I asked her why and after some hesitation she told me.
She told me she'd always fancied Danny; he had so much charisma that a lot of the local girls fancied him. In her convent dormitory, when they talked about boys, she often fantasised about this much older man. She'd long known that he found her attractive and when he first showed up she'd wondered if his feelings were still the same. She said that his eyes had told her all she wanted to know; he was drooling over her. I'd often said she could sleep with another man and she would like to sleep with him if I really didn't object. But she was worried about her family. Danny was too close to her father and if her father found out he would be mortified; was it was too big a risk?
At first I was stunned and shocked. But this was what I had dreamt about so often; I quickly became aroused and knew I wanted to see Kelly with this man. So I said yes, I was serious; I really wouldn't mind if they slept together. I told her that her family weren't a problem, saying that if she and Danny did have sex she must tell him they could do it again as long as it remained a secret. And if any accusations were made we would deny it. After some thought Kelly agreed, and then asked me how she could get Danny into bed with her?
She wanted me to go and talk to him "diplomatically". But what if she'd read him wrongly? If I marched in and suggested, however tactfully, that he sleep with my wife he would be appalled. I thought it best for Kelly to knock on his door and ask him if she could make herself a drink, saying I was asleep. If he really did fancy his chances with her this would give him his chance; if he didn't then no harm would have been done.
Kelly asked me again if I was serious because if I said yes, she would try to seduce Danny; I nodded. She started to get dressed, but I stopped her. I told her she should wear the sheer silk cami-halter style nightdress I had just bought. This was a long, sleeveless nightdress, tied in a bow behind the neck. It was beautiful and both sexy and modest, perfect for what she had in mind. So attired, she set off and I sensed that she was both very excited and very nervous.
I spied on her as she crossed the landing and knocked on Danny's bedroom door. After a second she opened the door and put her head through. I couldn't catch the gist of their brief, whispered exchange, but Kelly closed the door and walked down the stairs. Now was the moment; if we'd been right and Danny lusted after my wife he would go to her. In less than a minute Danny appeared. He stood outside his room watching and listening, then went quietly downstairs.