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But when Emilie stalked back into view, a harness around her hips sporting a fiendish dildo, Shane gave up trying to take pictures. He slid down my thong; I kicked it away. As Emilie slid into Katy, Shane slid into me.
I dropped the binoculars. I could still see that Katy’s breasts were mashed against the window, that her mouth was open.
We had the lights off, of course, but I didn’t care if anybody could see us. All I cared about was the feeling of Shane’s thick cock inside me, his hands hard on my hips as he thrust faster and faster.
And Tenille Brown’s “Assumption of Privacy” takes you right to the front row:
Joe would dock both their pay if he could make it back to his office, but right now his Johnson was so stiff with envy and delight watching Mack slip his hands down the front of Mildred’s jeans that he couldn’t move. So, he stood there instead and watched his employees do what they weren’t supposed to do, where they weren’t supposed to do it.
From that bump just behind her zipper, Joe could tell that Mack was fingering that hot cunt of Mildred’s. She had probably begged for it, too, just a little, just enough to get her through the rest of the day so that when they got home they could really get it on.
Joe ducked in the wing so they wouldn’t catch him catching them.
Oh, baby, I know all about Joe. Being a voyeur comes with that little crackle of shame—the shiny sensation of arousal at watching other people’s lust. I suppose it’s a study in cooperation—look, we’re all in this together.
How you incorporate voyeurism into your world is entirely up to you. Begin with a peek at your partner. Invest in a clear shower curtain and spy while your lover lathers up. Make a watching date, when you can spy into your own bedroom window while your mate masturbates. Ratchet up the challenge as you become more confident. Stage scenarios—talk about your dirty deeds to a friend while your partner listens in at a nearby booth. The possibilities are endless once you begin to scope the scene.
Of course, don’t be surprised if you win a few unexpected voyeurs yourself.
Fair warning: if you see a silver-streaked brunette leaning in a little too close at the diner, trying to hear every dirty word you share, that’s probably me.
TANTALIZING TIPS
•Make a date with your partner to play the voyeur. Plan to catch your mate in the shower (spying through the door or the curtain). Or—if you live in an amenable location—peek through an actual window. (I recommend doing this from the backyard, to avoid being reported as a real Peeping Tom!)
•Film a sexy video of yourself to show to your partner. Screen the movie together, or use the movie as foreplay to set the mood. (Store the film in a safe place to avoid spying yourself on the Internet.)
•Visit a sex club and watch. Soak up every sight, sound, and sigh.
FICTION: VOYEURISM
WHEREVER I WANDER
JANINE ASHBLESS
Hal!”
My shocked cry brought my husband out of our tiny en suite into our cabin, a towel wrapped about his hips. “What?” he asked.
“Phone home.” I didn’t look up from our laptop screen. “Phone home now!”
“What’s wrong?”
“Stacia—she’s…”
He bounced onto the foot of the bed with me, to see what I was seeing. I was aware with some corner of my mind that he’d just emerged from the shower, and that he was still damp and scented with tea-tree body wash. But most of my attention was on the WiFi feed running on my laptop screen.
“Oh…” he said.
Stacia was on the sofa—my sofa, strewn with the cushions I’d chosen—with a young man. They were kissing, passionately, and she had her blouse off to reveal a lacy bra and pillowy breasts. His hands were all over her, stroking and caressing, and although the live feed was silent, I had no difficulty hearing her mimed sighs and squeaks of pleasure in my head.
“I went online to check that everything was all right back home,” I explained, aware that what I was doing might look a little like spying. “Look what she’s doing! Ring her now!”
“Me?”
I cast him a hard glance. His own gaze was glued to the screen. “I can never work out your phone,” I complained, but it was an excuse and I knew it.
“And say what?” he asked.
