The pleasure of a young woman being spied on

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The Pleasure of Being Spied On by a Young Woman
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 starlight flickering in a dark window in the building diagonally opposite mine, a window one floor higher than mine. How could this be? Was it a streetlamp reflecting light? But those streetlights shouldn't be moving. Was it car headlights? But that window didn't face the road,
so car headlights wouldn't reach it. Suddenly, my heart leaped. Someone across the street was spying on me! What had they seen? Had they watched my husband and me making love? We often made love with the lights on and the curtains open! This discovery ignited a wild, exhibitionist urge within me. How I wished my husband were beside me! I would quickly pull him onto the balcony for a passionate lovemaking session, letting the boy spying across the street be driven mad with desire.
When my husband returned from his business trip, I quickly told him about my latest invention, explaining that I would sit naked on the balcony every night for a while, and sleep without drawing the curtains or wearing underwear. My husband, who is also a sexually adventurous person, asked me to point out which window was spying on him, and confidently declared that the person must have been attracted by my nudity because his binoculars were always pointed at our window.
So, my husband and I began to deliberately demonstrate our lovemaking. Throughout the summer, we often made love on the balcony, and even after returning to bed, we didn't draw the curtains or turn off the lights. Every time we made love, we could see the binoculars watching us intently, as if we could also feel the impulsive emotions of the spying boy. Unfortunately, more than three months later, the hot weather ended, and the temperature made it impossible for us to be so unrestrained and naked on the balcony. Even before and after making love in bed, we need to cover ourselves with a thin blanket to keep warm. We can no longer fully expose our privacy to the boy who was spying on us.
One evening, my husband and I had just finished dinner and were sitting on the sofa watching TV when the doorbell rang. I ran to open the door and saw a tall, thin, handsome boy standing outside holding a large bouquet of flowers and a bottle of red wine. Before I could ask anything, he hurriedly said, "Sister, I'm here to apologize. My name is Xiao D, and I live in apartment 1203 across the street. A few days ago I..."
I quickly realized that he was the boy who had been spying on us, but I couldn't understand why he dared to knock on my door. Did he want to spy on us in our home? Would that even be considered spying? It sounded like he was about to talk about his spying job, and I was afraid the neighbors would hear, so I quickly interrupted him, saying, "Oh, I know, I know. Let's talk when you come back."
"You know?"
From then on, Little D would come to my house once or twice a month to help him practice controlling his 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 being a spy to my little lover. Whenever he came, if my husband was home, he would find an excuse to hide in the study and spy on us making love. Now he had become the spy. In any case, the three of us enjoyed the pleasure of spying and being spyed on, and we wanted to continue this escapade.
After I pulled the boy inside, he seemed even more embarrassed and confused. He stood there helplessly, staring blankly at my husband and me, not knowing what to say.
"Come on, young man, don't just stand there, come and 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 more worldly, eased our awkwardness with just a few words. As I took the flowers and wine from the boy, he murmured, "I saw you like drinking red wine, so..."
After the atmosphere eased, the boy's speech became much smoother. 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 admit his mistakes to us in person, thus shedding the heavy burden in his heart. The boy also told us that he had a girlfriend, a very beautiful and kind girl, but he only felt the urge to have sex with her after being spied on. Therefore, he was extremely worried, knowing that spying was immoral, but unable to resist... The boy was suffering from the psychological torment of being spied on. Recently, he even experienced erectile dysfunction and premature ejaculation during sex with his girlfriend. He hoped to overcome his psychological barrier and return to a normal life by confessing his sins to us.
Hearing the boy's words, I felt very guilty. My husband said it was my fault. I glanced at my husband, and seeing his expression, I knew he also sympathized with this young man. So I said, "I understand your feelings. How about this, 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, but he still encouraged the boy, saying, "Yes, let her see, maybe she can cure your problem. By the way, you two go to the bedroom for the checkup, I need to go to the study to write some information, so I won't stay with you."
"It's exciting, but for some reason I can't stay hard. Sometimes I ejaculate as soon as I go in, which leaves my girlfriend very unsatisfied."
He said, standing up and going into the study, closing the door behind him.
To spy on me having sex with other men, my husband installed cameras in the four corners of our bedroom, connected to his computer. Whenever I get his permission to bring a man home for sex, he records the process on the computer beforehand and then watches it carefully. Or, he quietly hides in the study and watches the live stream of our sex. Now he's implying I'm having a relationship with that boy, while he's spying on me from the neighborhood. To me, one side... On one hand, I genuinely wanted to help the boy who was hurt by my husband's spying on me; on the other hand
, I also wanted my husband's spying to 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 were making love, carefully examining his penis. His penis was pretty good, thick and large, and a light color, obviously indicating that he didn't have much sexual experience.
Perhaps stimulated by me helping him take off his pants, it was already somewhat erect. I reached out and grasped this warm, fleshy penis, slowly stroking it, saying, "You don't seem to be impotent."
"But when I'm with my girlfriend, I can't get an erection, or I only get a little bit, and then it goes soft again quickly. It's only when I see iodine stains... when I see you naked, that I find it exciting."
He was a little breathless under my provocation and said in a low voice.
"Then don't you find it exciting to see your girlfriend naked?"
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."
With an unusually curious mind, I ran back into the house and found my husband's military telescope, and secretly looked through the curtains of my bedroom into the window. Oh, I realized, there was a telescope in the place where the starlight was dim, and a boy was holding the telescope and spying on our building. The flash was because when he moved and changed the angle to find his spying target, the telescope reflected the light from one of our apartments.
"Okay."
I knew my husband was watching us from the next room. I wanted to give him some excitement and also make D more relaxed. "You're not allowed to touch me after I take my clothes off!"
I said, just to show some restraint. I knew he couldn't possibly not touch me.
Little D lay naked on the bed, and I knelt naked beside him, my buttocks raised so the hidden camera in the corner could capture my vulva. Little D didn't do as I said; as soon as I knelt, he started rubbing my breasts. I didn't refuse him, adjusted my position slightly, and began masturbating him, occasionally giving him oral sex (below). Whenever he was about to ejaculate, I pressed tightly on the vas deferens at the base of his penis, suppressing his urge to ejaculate. I had read in a book that this repeated practice could help treat premature ejaculation.
Saying this, I pulled him into the room.
After a while, seeing that he had completely adapted to my stimulation, I got up and straddled his lower abdomen, rubbing my vulva against his hard penis, telling him to try his best to control himself, and not to ejaculate.
After a while, I put his glans... He positioned his head against my vaginal opening and slowly lowered himself, taking his penis into my body. At this point, Little D seemed to be losing control, 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, letting him practice how to control ejaculation.
After about an hour of practice, Little D was finally able to control his desire more freely. Then, I rolled over onto the bed, letting him lie on top of me, and we made love using the most traditional method. Little D only thrust ten times before ejaculating inside me, making him very embarrassed. I quickly comforted him, encouraging him by saying he had done exceptionally well.

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