Every man is a voyeur.
We like to look. Voyeurism is cerebral and man is a creature of raw instincts. I could recount dozens of times when a flash of a nipple, a wet shirt, a wind blown skirt exposing panties made me hard, triggering off a fantasy, a desire for a sexual adventure of raw lust.
Other times it has been even more interesting, when time provides a whole scenario, when voyeurism goes beyond a wet shirt or flash of thigh. One such time happened when I walked through the woods on a hike and saw a couple interlocked by a river's edge; on another occasion I saw my neighbor coupling with the pool maintenance man.
In both occasions the scene lasted several minutes. I watched the couple naked, fucking on a bed of soft grass, the man's tool sliding into a willing brunette. The action lasted about two minutes before they both had moaning, grunting orgasms and I discreetly walked away without being seen.
I also watched my neighbor from my back yard as she took on the pool guy in the swimming pool, being very uninhibited. The following week I did her right in the same spot, doggie style on the concrete pool steps, holding her against me with one hand while spanking her softly with the other, as she moaned with desire and told me how much she enjoyed being fucked.
It is exciting to watch, to fantasize as one looks at the dark shadow, the promise of enjoyment between a woman's milk white thighs. It is thrilling to see a couple fucking away, his hardness entering her, sliding back and forth, pumping as the woman thrusts back, accepting, enjoying. It is the most exciting of performance arts.
Since I am visually excitable, I like the internet voyeur sites.
My preferring the soft core sites instead of the hard professionally produced porn stems from enjoying seeing real people naked rather than the well coiffed air brushed models in exaggerated posing for the camera.
The voyeur sites have genuine variety. Boyfriends and husbands send in pictures of girlfriends and wives and everyday the sites have a new stack of photo submissions. The quality of the offerings varies from excellent light and texture to grainy Polaroid scans. There are college girls, middle aged homemakers and a few grandmothers; body shapes run all possible types from the anorexic to the obese.
There are intensely erotic photos, exciting in the implied offering, thrilling in the voyeuristic act of being exposed to a private act of people unknown. Naked women well oiled, teasing with their smiles, assuming poses that are invitations of raw lust, offering themselves, their holes, for orgasmic pleasure. The looks in their faces show the excitement of being desired, of becoming the masturbation fantasy of untold strokers in every corner of the internet world.
There are other photos worth studying. Other clips show reluctance, puzzlement or embarrassment in the expression of the naked women undressing for the camera, obviously posing only to appease the raw desire of demanding husbands or forceful boyfriends. So, the voyeur sites provide an interesting mix of the human condition in a porno form, from the exciting to the bizarre and delusional.
I don't visit the sites every day or even every week, but I do visit them; I am a stock trader and I work at home with a computer spending a dozen hours a day with mouse and keyboard. I visit digital pages of the Wall Street journals and publications. I check on my stocks, hunt for investment opportunities and research my prospects before making a trade. I study trends and pick up stocks that I believe will go up in value quickly, ride them for a short while, selling before they top and making a profit in the transaction. Some stocks I see going up fast and I'll buy some, ride them long enough to make a few hundred bucks and sell before they flatten out. On a good deal I can make a few thousand dollars and I seldom lose any money, being well informed about my prospective investments before making my moves.
My wife Graciela is a marketing executive for a perfume distributor and is on the road about two weeks out of the month, so I spend a lot of time alone at home.
Sometimes, when I'm taking a break from the market speculations I drift to the sports web pages or the voyeur sites. In the last four years I have visited six different sites regularly, looking at hundreds of girlfriends, housewives, teachers, students, baby sitters and gothic freaks. When my wife is away on trips I often masturbate, thinking of fucking the ladies in the photos.
About four months ago, in the afternoon, I veered away from an article on the fiber optics industry and digitally headed for a voyeur site. I browsed through several of the new submissions without much interest.
I was considering going to the fridge for some cold chicken salad when I clicked on a submission titled "Hot Florida Babe."
I glanced over the text not paying much attention: "My wife is hot and I love watching her with another man or exposing herself..."
The first photograph showed a woman standing at the beach, her back to the camera, wearing only a green thong that exposed her white ass cheeks to the sun.
There was something familiar about her, but I did not fool myself. I have seen several photos over the years that reminded me of people I knew, but a full glance at the complete submission of photos would dispel my doubt.
The second photo showed the same woman face up on a bed, her arms crossed over her face to retain anonymity, her legs spread open showing a thick, hairy bush.
I stared at the photo for a few seconds. After examining the naked body, my eyes scanned the room where the filming had taken place. There was something strange... the dresser....the brown wood blinds... the ornament on the wall... I looked back at the naked body on the bed.
"Sulimi" I whispered, "my sister in law....wow!"
I was stunned. My wife's sister is a PTA mother in her early forties with three kids and a career as a travel agent, working out of a one room office at a strip mall near our home. She wears conservative clothes, her chestnut hair is styled medium length and she looks younger than her forty two years, the kind of housewife described as pert or cute, but not necessarily sensual or alluring. She has goblet breasts, an adequate ass and as I had just found out, a thick, dark bush.
She is married to Alfie, a self employed contractor who makes a fair living building concrete walkways and decks as well as installing fences. He's also a straight looking person, nothing in his demeanor that would indicate an adventurous soul.
My wife and I have a very free sexual lifestyle and we have participated at times in the swinging scene but Sulimi and her husband are church going, very straight people. Well, maybe not, I thought as I scrolled the other photographs.
There were eleven photos in all, none showing her face, but there was no doubt, no coincidence, it was my sister in law. The third photo was taken on their leather couch; her limbs spread open, one of her legs stretching out to rest on the wood coffee table in their living room. Her slit looked very inviting. I had a flash vision of being on top of her, sliding my cock into her slit, pumping her until we both climaxed.
The fourth photo was taken in the kitchen, rubbing ice on her hard nipples, her face turned away from the camera. Her tits were covered with moisture and her wet nipples made me wonder what it would feel like to hold the little hard tip between my teeth, teasing her.
Five, six and seven were shower shots, soaping her ass, pussy and tits. I could picture myself in her shower, rubbing shampoo on her hairy cunt or fondling her well soaped ass cheeks. I was now picturing myself in there with her, soapy fingers grasping her mound, cock rubbing against her ass slit, entering her from behind, fucking her right there in the shower of her home. Number eight was a close up of her slit, hairy and moist while nine and ten were yard shots. In both, Sulimi was standing naked by the pool shed, anonymity provided by her only garment, a black beach hat throwing a covering shroud of darkness across her face.
The last photo showed her in doggie style position on her bed, cunt and asshole clearly exposed, inviting to be entered. It was the most erotic of the set, a lewd invitation to be taken and used willingly.
My dick was rock hard. I masturbated then, pumping my cock with my right hand as I looked at the slut photos of my sister in law. I thought of running my cock around her lips, my meat flush across her face, my hands grasping her hair, moving her head, rubbing her face against my cock and balls. I thought of entering her, sliding into her wet holes, feeling my cock surrounded by her mouth, penetrating her cunt, spurting a creamy load in the crack of her ass. I looked at every photo in detail, at the nipples, tan lines, wetness in the folds between her legs and imagined taking her, using her, fucking her every hole and hearing her moan, beg for cock, asking to be fucked, over and over. It did not take me long to come, sighing as I looked at the image on my screen.
After washing up, I wondered what to do? Had Alfie submitted the photos without Suli's approval? Did she know about this? Should I tell my wife?
As I pondered what to do, I downloaded the set of photos onto a disk and printed them in high quality paper. An hour later I walked into Suli's office carrying eleven photos inside a manila envelope.
She greeted me with a peck on the cheek. Sulimi was dressed in a chocolate and cream business suit with brown pumps, a very elegant combination. She looked every part the travel agent executive but all I could think about were the hardness of her nipples, the white softness of her ass and the furry mound between her legs.
"What brings you to my neck of the woods?" she asked.
I gave her the envelope. She seemed puzzled, sat down and opened it, pulling out the stack of prints.
Her face flushed beet red as she looked at the photos. She mumbled something, looked at me, then looked down at the naked images on her desk.
"Please.... Don't tell my sister."
"I won't. I promise."
