Peeping Tom


Last year my wife Karen got a job as a secretary part time for three days a week. She also started working out at a gym across the street from her office. Her body got a lot better and at first our sex life improved, but about 6 months ago she started giving me excuses not to have sex. Headaches, too tired, too busy, you name it, and I was starting to feel very neglected. I was also starting to get suspicious.

Being the paranoid person that I am, I called in sick one Wednesday and searched the house. I found a half used tube of KY jelly in the closet, hidden deep under a bunch of junk, and a rather large dildo I had never seen before.

I had a hard time believing that I was going without sex just because she had a new toy, so I rented a compact car for the day to follow her. Our van is too recognizable. I parked on the street just far enough from her office not to be too suspicious, but close enough so that I could get a good view of the front door of her building and the entrance to the fitness place.

When she came out, she didn't cross the street. She walked down the block and got into her car. I followed, staying close enough behind her not to get stuck at a red light, but not so close that she could see me. There was too much traffic to even think about running a red light.

I was thankful she didn't take the freeway, but I was getting more curious the further she went. She wasn't going anywhere near where we lived and finally turned into a parking lot. My heart sank to my gut and I felt a wave of panic rush through my body. She'd stopped at a motel.

I pulled in to the same entrance. In the lot I drove right past her, staring at her the whole time, but somehow she still didn't notice me. I almost honked the horn, but I thought better of it. What would I say? My mind went blank. I just kept watching her and parked as fast as I could. She was knocking on one of the doors by the time I gotten out of the car. I saw a young man answer the door, he looked very well built and no older than 25. He was wearing shorts and a football jersey. She went inside and I saw them embrace for a second just before he closed the door.

I froze. I didn't know what to do. I thought about leaving, I thought about pounding on the door, and I thought about all the times Karen had said she was too tired to have sex. I started crying right there, leaning against the car with my head in my hands.

It took me about 10 minutes to regain my composure, and make the decision to confront them. I felt I had to do something. As I approached I heard sex noises coming from the room. I could hear Karen moaning, and a rhythmic monotone thumping that was all too familiar.

I noticed the blinds were open a little. I couldn't resist taking a look. The bed was clearly visible and they were both completely naked. I saw Karen on her back with her legs spread wide and her hands around the young man's waist. He was fucking her hard and every down stroke was making the headboard hit the wall. I could see his cock penetrating her pussy and she was arching her back, inviting every thrust with her body language. She was also very loud and it was obvious she was enjoying herself.

I froze right there watching them. It was strange and oddly erotic to see my wife get fucked by someone else, and to see that she was so enthusiastic about it. She had an orgasm and screamed at the top of her lungs that she loved the way he fucked her. My hand almost involuntarily dropped to my pants to adjust my cock as I got an erection

There I was, in the middle of a public place being a peeping Tom while rubbing my cock through my jeans. I suppose I looked a little strange. Someone came out of one of the other rooms and yelled, "HEY, BUDDY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" and it snapped me back into reality. I looked at him, and when I realized what I looked like I panicked.

I ran. I ran straight for the rented car and I got in it and drove away. I wasn't even thinking of where I was driving, my thoughts centered on the image of my pretty wife spreading her legs for another man, inviting him into her most private place. Karen, my wife- the girl that insisted on a big religious wedding, having sex with a stranger in a motel, encouraging him to use her at his will. How could she look me in the eye? I kept driving while I tried to understand what she was doing and I got lost. It took me almost an hour to get back to the car rental place, and by the time I got home, Karen's car was in our driveway.

I've never told her that I followed her and I still haven't told her that I know. I feel really guilty because I went to a spy shop and I bugged her purse. It sends a signal to a tape recorder that I hooked up to her car under the hood. It was expensive but it was easy to do- essentially the bug is just a microphone with a built in FM transmitter, and the recorder is just a radio that's run though the car's antenna. Since I set it up she's fucked two different guys, and I discovered she's been meeting them through the Internet.

I've masturbated while listening to her conversations and sex noises over a dozen times now and I find it fascinating to be given a window into this secret life of hers. She's talked about me a few times with her lovers and she's explained that she doesn't want to leave me, she's just looking for some excitement. I feel if I confront her she'll leave me. I don't know what I should do anymore.


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