The Voyeur 

Mary and I have worked hard all our lives. We both studied hard at University and we both trained hard as solicitors to do our bar exams and we both worked hard for other practices and now we both work hard for our own practice in Hampshire. The rewards are easy to see. I have a Bentley and Mary has a Porsche Boxster. We take three holidays a year, one to out villa in Spain for a whole month in summer, one to Hedonism in the Caribbean and one skiing in the French Alps. We have a beautiful detached home deep in the Surrey countryside near Guildford and our nearest neighbour is a farm about half a mile away so we have plenty of privacy. It has a gymnasium, a summerhouse and a swimming pool. But we bloody deserve it after all the sacrifices we have made along the way.

Once a month I go to St Andrews to play golf with a Scottish chum who I was at University with and Mary has her old Uni friends round for the weekend. They arrive Friday night, go shopping Saturday in London then come back to ours for dinner, drink and gossip then on Sunday they go out for lunch at the local pub then all leave Sunday afternoon just as I get home. I fly to Glasgow on Friday then play golf Saturday and drink Saturday night. I usually have an escort call at my hotel then on Sunday I have lunch with Alistair then fly home to Gatwick.

But last time I came home I went to use the guest bathroom as Mary was taking a bath in our en-suite and noticed something sticking out from under the guest room bed. I bent down to look and found a double-ended dildo! Now a dildo I could understand but why a double ended one? So this time I decided I was going to call Alistair and postpone and spend the night in a hotel Friday. On Saturday whilst they were shopping I would go home and work in the summer house at the bottom of the garden then later I would pop up to the house to see what Mary and her chums got up to on Saturday night.

The plan worked well and I arrived home on Saturday afternoon and took a bottle of wine and some provisions down to the summerhouse. I took some work and my laptop and waited for the ladies to get home. At about 6pm Mary and Selina arrived home without the other girls. Mary had told me that Corinne, Sian and Dawn were regular visitors during my golfing with Alistair but it was just the two of them. I waited until 7pm and still no sign of the other girls. It was dark so I tiptoed up to the house along the leylandii and looked in through the conservatory. Mary and Selina were eating at the dining table with candles and wine and laughing together. I tiptoed round to the front of the house and in through the door shutting it quietly behind me. I made my way through the house as far from the dining room as possible but my task was made easier by the sound of a string quartet CD accompanying their meal.

I decided that the best place to be would be as close to the scene of the crime as possible. The walk in wardrobe of the guest bedroom would be ideal and so off I went. As I entered the room I nearly died of shock for there on the bed was the double-ended dildo along with a string of love beads! I had a feeling that Mary and Selina were going to be sleeping in the guest bedroom if they slept at all. Its no wonder Mary always insisted on an early night when I returned from golf. But I realised now that it wasn’t due to staying up all night gossiping.

I closed the wardrobe door behind me and peeped through the keyhole. Bloody perfect! I could see the majority of the bed and therefore the majority of the action. All I had to do now was wait for the girls to make their way upstairs to bed. But after an hour I got bored so I started to make my way downstairs. The music was still playing and I looked in the reflection of the hall mirror, which gave me a line of sight into the dining room. It was empty. I made my way from room to room listening very carefully until I got to the gymnasium. I heard mumbled talking and decided I had no other line of sight and so had to peep round the door. I got onto my knees so my head would be lower than they expected a head top be and out of their field of vision so any movement should go undetected. As I peered round the door I saw Mary laying on the massage table I bought her for Christmas last year, naked and glistening in oils and Selina naked sat astride Mary massaging her shoulders. Not only was she doing that but also she was grinding her pelvis into Mary’s buttocks as she did it.

I crept back upstairs trembling with excitement at what I was about to witness. I had long admired Selina for her long slender physique, which betrayed her forty-five years and which to me seemed a taller version of Mary. About an hour later the door creaked open and in walked Selina. I waited for Mary to follow her as I watched Selina squeeze a tube of lubricant onto both ends of the double-dildo.

‘Come on Mary’ I thought. ‘She’s raring to go this girl’

But no Mary. I watched as Selina rubbed the head of one end of the dildo up and down her very hirsute vagina and then slowly insert it. Still no Mary. Without realising it I had started to rub my cock through my trousers and was now very aroused. I watched as Selina bent the double-ended dildo and began rubbing her anus with the other end. I watched in total amazement as she inserted it and then grasped it in the middle and began pushing it in and out of both holes slowly whilst frantically rubbing her clitoris with her free hand. I strained my vision to try and look to the door as Selina gasped “Oh Mary” but the door was closed and still Mary hadn’t arrived.

My cock was now so stiff in my trousers it had become uncomfortable and I had no option but to release it. It sprung free and I started to stroke it to ease its suffering as Selina removed the dildo from her bottom and began to push bead after bead into it. She removed the dildo from her vagina and began rubbing her clitoris faster and faster sporadically gasping “Mary” until she eventually started to pull the beads out of her arse and her hips bucked up and down as she squealed. I could hold no more and sprayed the wardrobe door with jets of sperm. I looked down and saw the mess I had made. When I looked back I couldn’t see Selina. I could here the bath running though and decided that while she bathed I would make good my escape. It worked and I headed down the stairs and out of the door back to the summer house where I would sleep until morning then wake early and ‘come home’ claiming that the golf was cut short and I came home on the over night from Glasgow to London train. I would also pray that some day Selina would pluck up the courage to seduce Mary and also pray I would be in the wardrobe when she did!

Giles   Surrey

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