[Modern Emotions] The Pleasure of Being Spied On

That night, my husband was away on a business trip, and I was home alone. Bored, I sat on the balcony with a glass of red wine, admiring the night view. Suddenly, I noticed a twinkling light in a dark window in the building diagonally opposite mine, a window one floor higher than mine. What could this be? Was it a streetlamp reflecting light? But that streetlamp shouldn't be moving. Was it car headlights? But that window didn't face the road, so car headlights wouldn't reach it.

Filled with curiosity, I ran back inside and found my husband's military-grade binoculars. I secretly peered through the curtains in my bedroom towards that window. Oh, I saw it! There was a binoculars where the twinkling light was. A boy was using them to spy on our building. The flashing light was because he was rotating the binoculars to find his target, and the light was reflecting off a light from one of our apartments.

I suddenly became excited. Someone was spying on us across the street! What had he seen? Had he seen my husband and me making love? We often made love with the lights on and the curtains open! This discovery immediately ignited my inner exhibitionist fantasies. I desperately wanted my husband by my side; I would immediately drag him onto the balcony for a passionate lovemaking session, making the boy peeping across the way incredibly excited.

When my husband returned from his business trip, I immediately told him about my latest discovery, explaining that for the past few nights I would sit naked on the balcony for a while, and never draw the curtains or wear underwear when I slept. My husband, also a very adventurous person, asked me to point out which window the peeping was coming from, confidently declaring that the person was definitely attracted by my exposure because his binoculars were always pointed at our window.

So, my husband and I began intentionally showing off our lovemaking. Throughout the summer, we frequently made love on the balcony, and even after returning to bed, we wouldn't draw the curtains or turn off the lights. Each time we made love, we could see the binoculars watching us intently, as if we could also feel the peeping boy's excitement. Unfortunately, more than three months later, the hot weather passed, and the temperature made it impossible for us to make love naked on the balcony without restraint. We also needed to cover ourselves with a thin blanket to keep warm before and after making love in bed. We could no longer fully display our privacy to the boy who was spying on us.

Brother: Little sister, my video streaming service was blocked, and I can't find my private videos! Waaah! Sister: Good brother, don't worry! I'll give them to you! (WeChat: shufu51) One evening, my husband and I had just finished dinner and were sitting on the sofa watching TV when we heard the doorbell ring. I ran to open the door and saw a tall, thin, handsome boy holding a large bouquet of flowers and a bottle of red wine standing outside. Before I could ask anything, he hurriedly said, "Sister, I've come to apologize to you. My name is Xiao D, and I live in apartment 1203 across the street. A few days ago I..." I immediately realized that he was the boy who had been spying on us, but I couldn't understand why he dared to come and knock on my door. Did he want to come to my house and spy on me? Is that even considered spying? Hearing that he was about to talk about spying, I was afraid the neighbors would hear, so I quickly interrupted him, saying, "Oh, I know, I know. Come in first." With that, I pulled him inside.

"You knew?"

The boy seemed even more embarrassed and confused after I pulled him in. He stood there helplessly, staring blankly at my husband and me, unsure what to say.

"Come on, young man, don't just stand there, come sit down,"

my husband said, standing beside the sofa. "Girl, aren't you going to take the flowers and wine? Go make some tea." My husband, being worldly-wise, easily eased our awkwardness with a few words. As I took the flowers and wine from the boy, he murmured, "I saw you liked red wine, so..." After the atmosphere eased, the boy spoke much more fluently. He truthfully told us about spying on us, saying he had done such a despicable thing and felt extremely guilty. After much internal struggle, he decided to confess his mistake to us in person and unload the heavy burden on his heart. The boy also told us that he has a girlfriend, a very beautiful and kind girl, but he only feels the urge to have sex with her after being spied on. Therefore, he is very distressed, knowing that voyeurism is immoral, but unable to resist the stimulation it brings. The boy is suffering from this psychological torment, and recently even experienced erectile dysfunction and premature ejaculation during sex with his girlfriend. He hopes to overcome his psychological barrier and return to a normal life by confessing to us.

Brother: Little sister, my video streaming service is blocked, I can't find my private videos! Waaah! Sister: Good brother, don't worry! I'll give them to you! (WeChat: shufu51) Hearing the boy's words, I felt very guilty. In a way, I hurt this boy. I glanced at my husband; from his expression, I knew he also sympathized with this young man. So I said, "I understand how you feel. Here's what we'll do: I'm a doctor, let me see if I can help you. Come on, take off your pants, let me see if you really have erectile dysfunction." My husband understood what I meant. Although he knew I was lying about being a doctor, he still encouraged the boy, saying, "Yes, let her take a look, maybe she can cure your problem. By the way, you two go to the bedroom to check, I need to go to the study to write some materials, so I won't keep you company." With that, he stood up, went into the study, and closed the door.

To spy on me having sex with other men, my husband installed cameras in the four corners of our bedroom and connected them to his computer. Whenever I got his permission to bring a man home for sex, he would first turn on the computer, record the process, and then watch it carefully. Or, he would secretly hide in the study and watch the live stream of our sex life. Now he was implying that I had a relationship with that boy while spying on me from next door. For me, on the one hand, I genuinely wanted to help this boy who was hurt by my spying; on the other hand, I also hoped that my husband's spying would bring a special kind of excitement to our married life.

In the bedroom, I urged D to take off his pants. Seeing that my husband wasn't around, he became much more relaxed and, with my help, stripped naked from the waist down. Then, I had him lie down on the bed where my husband and I made love, and I carefully examined his penis. It was quite nice, thick and large, a rather light color, clearly indicating he didn't have much sexual experience.

He was probably aroused while I was helping him take off his pants, and was already somewhat erect. I reached out and grasped his warm penis, slowly stroking it, saying, "You don't seem to be impotent." "But when I'm with my girlfriend, I can't get hard, or only a little bit, and it goes soft very quickly. It's only when I see you… when I see your naked body, that I feel aroused," he said softly, slightly out of breath from my stimulation.

"Don't you find it exciting to see your girlfriend naked?"

"It is exciting, but for some reason I can't stay hard. Sometimes I ejaculate as soon as I penetrate her, which makes my girlfriend very unhappy." Little D said, then looked at me shyly and said, "Sister, can you take off your clothes too? I want to see your naked body in person." "Okay."

I knew my husband was spying on us in the next room. I wanted to give him some excitement and also to make Little D more relaxed. "You're not allowed to touch me after I take my clothes off!" I said, actually just to show some restraint. I knew he couldn't possibly not touch me.

Little D took off his clothes and lay on the bed. I knelt naked next to him, sticking my butt out so that the camera hidden in the corner could capture my vulva. Little D didn't do as I said. As soon as I knelt down, he started rubbing my breasts. I didn't refuse him. I adjusted my position slightly and started masturbating him, and occasionally gave him oral sex. Every time he was about to ejaculate, I would press firmly on the vas deferens at the base of his penis to suppress his urge. I had read in a book that this repeated practice could help treat premature ejaculation.

After a while, seeing that he had basically adapted to my stimulation, I got up and straddled his lower abdomen, rubbing my vulva against his hard penis, and told him to try to control himself, not to go soft, and not to ejaculate.

After a while, I aligned his glans with my vaginal opening and slowly sat down, inserting his penis into my body. At this point, Little D seemed to be struggling, so I quickly pressed down on the base of his penis again, controlling him and letting the urge to ejaculate subside. Then, I lay on top of him, remaining still, with his penis inside my vagina, teaching him how to control ejaculation.

After about an hour of training and practice, Little D was finally able to control his desires more freely. Then, I rolled over and lay on the bed, letting him lie on top of me, and we made love in the most traditional way. Little D only thrust a dozen times before ejaculating into my body, making him very embarrassed. I quickly comforted him, encouraging him by saying he had done very well.

From then on, Little D would come to my house once or twice a month, asking me to help him practice controlling ejaculation and treat his erectile dysfunction and premature ejaculation. Actually, he no longer had any problems; he just wanted to have sex with me. He had gone from a voyeur to my little lover. Whenever he comes over, if my husband is home, he'll find an excuse to hide in the study and spy on us making love. Now he's become the voyeur. Anyway, all three of us enjoy the pleasure of being and being spied on, and we're going to continue this activity.

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