Accidental voyeur by ExecutiveDesires

BDSM – Accidental voyeur by ExecutiveDesires

Recently, after some break-ins that took place in our neighborhood, I made the decision to install a security system in my home. With the help of some trusted neighbors, I was able to find a reputable local company to do the installation. They installed alarms on all of our doors and windows, which could be monitored remotely. Additionally, the company suggested installing cameras in the main lounge and hallway, and even provided the option to have one in our bedroom. Although these cameras were not part of the alarm system, they could still be monitored through a mobile phone, giving me peace of mind while away from home.

Initially, I was intrigued by the technology and found it quite easy to access the cameras through my phone, no matter where I was. However, as time went on, I became less attentive to the system. Typically, the cameras would be turned off when we were at home, and sometimes I would even forget to turn them on when leaving the house. It wasn’t until I had to leave town for a week on business that I remembered to switch on the cameras before leaving.

It was around three in the afternoon, a few hours after turning on the cameras, when a notification appeared on my phone, alerting me of some movement in the house. I was perplexed, as I didn’t expect anyone to be inside or around the property at that time. I opened the app and discovered that our hallway camera had been activated, followed shortly after by the lounge camera.

Feeling a tad anxious, I switched to the lounge camera view, only to find out that it was my wife who had triggered the cameras. She must have returned early from her tennis tournament and was still dressed in her athletic attire. I assumed she decided to come home and shower, rather than using the club’s facilities. I watched as she moved off-screen into the kitchen area, most likely to set up the kettle for a warm drink.

As I switched to the hallway camera, I couldn’t help but feel relieved to see my wife stowing away her gear and racket in the closet. I did feel a bit guilty for watching her, but I couldn’t resist the urge as she bent over to untie her shoes. I kept my eyes glued to the screen as her tennis skirt rode up, revealing her classic white athletic underwear, sending a tingle of excitement through my body.

My wife then moved back into the lounge and I switched cameras once again. I caught a glimpse of her neatly arranging a pile of magazines and fluffing the pillows on the sofa before disappearing into the kitchen area to make herself a drink.

I was about to close the cameras and turn them off when I heard the doorbell go. I paused to glimpse her briefly on the lounge camera as she went to the front door. Switching to the hall camera I saw she had stopped to check her hair in the hall mirror. The doorbell went again. This time with a long impatient ring. She looked flustered as she hurried to the door. When she opened it I could clearly see a man I recognised. He was one of the club tennis coaches I had seen around. He was also still in his tennis gear and carrying a sports bag. She greeted him with a nervous “Hi”.

To my surprise he barely acknowledged this as he brushed past her, dropping his bag at her feet. I watched a little shocked as she quickly gathered it up and tidied away in the cupboard before following him into the lounge.

I switched cameras and took in a view that surprised me even more. The coach walked to the sofa, tossed the cushions aside and threw himself down very casually. He then reached forward and swept the magazines and books off the coffee table, and planted his feet firmly in their place. Without hesitating he took the TV control, switched it on, and began to channel hop. I heard the TV volume rise and various daytime channels until, he found a sport programme, and settled back.

Shortly after I saw my wife appear from the kitchen again. She approached him rather cautiously until she was in front of table. Then paused as if gathering her thoughts. He glanced up at her and with a slight frown muttered. “wait”. He watched as she carefully and clasped her hands behind her back, and slightly bowed her head so that she was looking at his feet. She didn’t speak or look up while he returned his attention to the TV.

After another minute or so he looked up at her and said, “Well?”, rather impatiently. She lifted her head and quietly asked if he’d like anything. He grunted quite brusquely, “Sure, I’ll take cold drink and a sandwich, but make it quick. You’ve got to make good on what we agreed. And I’m coaching again at 4”.

She began to turn to go but he waved a hand which stopped her. “I think you’ve forgotten something,” he said. She looked a little confused. Without looking up he beckoned her closer and told her to sit on the table facing him. When she did he put his foot in her lap and told her to take off his shoes. I watched, stunned as she carefully undid the laces and slipped off his left trainer, placed it carefully on the floor and then rubbed his foot gently. He then shifted and swapped feet so that she could attend to the other shoe in a similar way.

After a minute or two he seemed satisfied he told her to stand up. As she did so he casually reached his hand out and began stroking her bare thigh. Then he flipped up her tennis skirt and sent her to the kitchen with a slap across the bum.

My mind was in turmoil. It was quite clear they were having or possibly starting a relationship. And even more what shocked me was the disrespectful attitude he had towards her from when he came in. But clearly she had adopted a submissive role, and it was not one I’d seen before. I was sickened to see it, but also spellbound with the anticipation of what would happen.

I had completely lost track of time and I was suddenly shaken out of my thoughts by a phone call. The incoming call jumped onto the screen and the camera app closed abruptly. I gathered my thoughts and opened the call. I was stuck. The call involved 4 people and as I was the relevant manager I had to be present. I quickly pulled up the agenda and went through the social greetings.

I hoped I’d be able to get through it fast but inevitably there were many questions. As the time crept on my mind was flicking back to what I’d seen. And my imagination of what might be happening!

After some frustratingly long sign off comments the call ended after 40 minutes. It was now about 3:45 and I quickly moved to a private meeting room and logged back into the camera app full of nervous anticipation. The lounge camera opened up and focussed. I was obviously too late to see what they’d been doing for the last 40 minutes but what I could see was shocking. The table was now cluttered with plates and cups. His shorts and underwear lay in a heap on the floor. And her sports top was tossed over the arm of the sofa. The coach himself was lying back as before, with his feet on the table. But now his head was thrown back, with a smirk of pleasure on his face. The reason for this was immediately clear. My wife was kneeling next to him on the sofa, with her head in his lap. The fingers of his right hand were wrapped in her hair and he was guiding her down onto his cock, with a lazy rhythm. His confident air showed he was entirely in charge of the situation and it was clear it had been going on for sometime.

My stomach knotted with emotion as I watched the casual way he played with her, rolling his fingers in her hair and manipulating her as if she were a toy. She was obviously uncomfortable but when she hesitated and pulled back briefly, his response was uncompromising. He grunted and spoke to her roughly, demanding she take him fully. Then he pushed her head back down, holding her for 5-10 seconds at a time, before letting her up to breathe. Each time she responded with greater effort, forcing her mouth down over his cock as far as she could in a desperate attempt to accommodate him.

Her position, crouching, on her knees, exposed her behind to an easy reach of his free left hand, which was now hidden under her short skirt. With a small flick of his wrist he flipped the pleated, white fabric over her back and traced a lazy pattern over her buttocks. His hand explored casually between her legs and she squirmed as his fingers brushed her cunt. He laughed at her reaction, moved it away and grasped the waistband of her panties. With a sudden jerk he yanked hard. The thin material was no match for his strong hands, and it tore partly away. He clawed at it, taking another handful, and yanked it again. The white cotton shredded under his brutal fingers leaving her totally exposed to his marauding hand.

I was transfixed by the scene. Appalled and upset by what I was seeing, but unable to look away.

It must have been about 5 minutes since I logged back in when he took a glance at his watch and grunted impatiently. “Get on with it now!” finish me off”. “And do it properly like I told you.” Then “If you make me late you’ll be paying my next lesson fees”

With that he took a firm grip of her ponytail in his right hand, pulled her head back and held his firm cock up, and guided it into her mouth before pushing her head back down. I could hear her gagging and snuffling as he pressed her face down repeatedly onto his crotch.

Meanwhile his left hand continued its unimpeded access to her backside. He cupped her buttock and then delivered a hard smack and barked a command. “Spread” he grunted.

She shifted position slightly, splaying her feet wide, opening her knees and arching her back. The subtle movement allowed her cheeks to part, exposing her from the dark cleft of her anus to the wetted folds of her cunt.

He watched and grinned. Then he brought his left hand away, lifted her head from his crotch and offered his fingers to her face. Eagerly she took them into her mouth. Wetting them with the copious saliva that was now dribbling down her face. Perhaps her urgency showed she knew what he was thinking. Something he’d done before maybe.