One of my neighbours, Margot from over the road, has a telescope in her front bedroom. Her house is a little higher than ours, and that means she could, if she wants to, see into our bedroom and see our bed. Now, that is not something that would bother me if it were only my wife and I, but, well, that isn’t always the case.

"How do you feel about moving our bedroom to the back?" I asked my wife.

"Why?" Jools asked.

"It is the same size room; it is quieter, no one can see in, and it will be warmer in winter."

"It's hot in summer, though."

"True. Yeah. Okay."

"No, it is a good idea. I mean, we chose the front because, well, it was the front."

"Yes, that is what I thought. We could leave the front room in case we need a guest room."

"Unlikely, Jase; no one stays really. We don't have that lifestyle."

"Okay, true, and I am going to add cameras, not to spy, but ones that will only work when the alarm is on, so if we are out and someone breaks in, we should get footage to give the police."

"Only work when we are out?"

"Yes."

"You sure? Only I don't want someone hacking our camera and watching us in bed." Of course, and she would have a fit if she knew about Margot’s telescope.

"No, oh okay, no voyeurism then?"

"No."

"Okay then." Well, that was easier than I thought. Margot would no longer be able to spy on me, and I would be able to see what happened in the room when I wasn't there.

I ordered the cameras from Amazon; they were on next-day delivery. I ordered one for each room upstairs and one for each room downstairs. I also ordered one for the front drive and one for the back garden. That should cover all the options.

"I'm going for a shower."

"Would you like me to wash your back?"

"Do you really feel the need to ask? Wow."

Jools headed off to the bathroom. I had thought about getting some of that anti-spy glass for the front bedroom, the stuff where you can only see straight ahead, not sideways. It had been invented to stop glare on screens and monitors, but was now also marketed in the security field. If Jools had ruled out moving bedrooms, then I had intended to buy some; that would foil Margot.

I stepped in behind Jools and reached around her for the sponge. Soaking it in the hot water, I wrung it out and squirted it with gel. I started at her neck, rubbing and lathering along her shoulders and then slowly down her back, ensuring to get a decent amount of sideboob as I went.

I added more gel, started at her waist, and then worked down between her cheeks. As I moved, she widened her legs. I worked down her crease and then underneath, the sponge going into her nooks and my finger into her crannies. She started to hum appreciatively, and I began to get very hard.

I rubbed soap onto my dick, leant forward and pushed into her fanny.

"Ooh, inside and out," she said as I began a nice, slow shag, my hands covered in soap, massaging her boobs as she rocked with me.

“Oh, Lord, I need to go,” Jools said.

“Go where? ”I asked; she had me confused. I carried on shagging.

I felt a strange sensation on my dick as if she were squeezing her muscles inside.

“Go, you know, pee.”

And then the water falling turned yellow and had more pressure, and Jools emptied her bladder, a very odd sensation on my dick for me. It surprised me that she could do that; when my dick is hard, it is almost impossible to pee. Her piss splashed over my feet, the shower bubbles turned yellow, and Jools gasped as she peed. After a few minutes, the flow slowed and stopped.

“God, I needed that,” she said, her fanny squeezing me again as sensations returned to normal. I wondered if one day she would let me try and pee inside her fanny, or should I say, try to pee inside her fanny? God, that would be bizarre.

We were so soapy and slippery that it was difficult to stay inside her; I dared not get carried away, as my dick would have come out. Slow and gentle it was. I pushed in as far as I could on each stroke and only partially withdrew. I considered shagging her arse, but I don't like to do that too often with Jools; she accepts it rather than embraces it. I try to save it for when she feels she needs to say sorry for something.

I could feel my climax approach, and I whispered in her ear, "I am coming, baby, going to fill you up."

She just murmured, and as my balls tightened, I moved my hands from her boobs, down her front, and pressed at her clitoris. "Oh God," I gasped as I released inside her, emptying my balls and filling her fanny. My dick softened and fell from her, covered in soap; any last drips from my dick were hidden.

"I think you will need to wash me again," she said.

"Now?" I asked.

"You'll probably need a few minutes," she answered.

The cameras arrived, and I installed them using double-sided sticky tape so as not to make holes in the walls. Using the app on my phone, I connected each one and was happy with the results. They were infrared-equipped, so I would need for it to get fully dark before I could properly test them, but during daylight, they were excellent. I did set them up and connect them to the alarm, and they would record when there was movement, and the alarm was set.

I showed Jules.

"When we leave and set the alarm, that puts the cameras into detect mode. If anyone is in the house, they will be recorded. They won't record if the alarm is off."

"Okay, good. Can anyone hack into them?"

"I doubt it; the password is computer-generated. Even I have no idea what it is; it just recognises my phone and gives me access, and we have a VPN and a firewall on our router, which, as you know, should give us good protection. Obviously, security experts like GCHQ could, but why would they want to?"

"Good. I might ask the techies at work to see if they can hack our cameras."

"Good plan, but just to make it a real test, don't tell them anything; just say that you have a security camera at home. Can they try and hack it and show you?"

"Okay, but why would that be a real test?"

"Because real hackers won't know anything about us, so neither should your techies at work."

"Fair point."

A few days later, I had to go away for a site meeting. Jools had helped me pack; I always forget something, I mean, every time. It seems to be in my DNA; it is something that makes Jools laugh.

When I got to the hotel and got my room pass, it was quite late. I managed to get a table in the restaurant, but all they could offer me was steak and chips. That was fine; I love steak, so no issue.

"Hello, you," I said on FaceTime. "I am here, and this is my room for the next two days." I turned the phone around and showed her the room.

"Small," she said.

"Yes, and I think the lens makes the room look bigger than it actually is. Luckily, this hotel has no cats."

"Ah, yes, for the swinging."

"Exactly. Anyway, I am beat and am going to hit the sack. " We made the usual kissy noises and the like, and I ended the call.

I lay in bed and, using the app, checked the house. I could use each camera to see each room; it would only record if the alarm was on. That was a detail I may have forgotten to share with Jools. Oh dear.

Jools was just pottering around in her robe. I guessed she had showered earlier and hadn't bothered to get dressed, only to have to get undressed to go to bed. We hadn't moved rooms yet, so the backroom was empty apart from a chair and some boxes. It showed up well on the infrared, all black and white, but perfectly clear.

While I had the app open, I changed the settings for our bedroom to record any movement. Well, you never know.

The site meeting went well, but lasted all day. My plan was to stay at the hotel and then drive home early in the morning. I checked in with Jools via FaceTime from my room; she was sat on the settee eating a paella and watching something on TV. I told her I was heading to the restaurant and then going to have an early night, as I wanted to set off early in the morning.

I had a pork chop, followed by sticky toffee pudding, and a bottle of Chablis with dinner. All very nice. The restaurant was pretty empty, as was the bar, and I decided to just go and lie on the bed in my room.

I opened the app, and out of idle curiosity and not expecting anything, I looked at the history.

At around twelve, during the day, Jools pulled up on the drive and got out. A man also got out from the passenger side. Oh. I wondered if it was someone from work and that she had just popped home for something. I also saw her enter the house, but the camera stopped recording when she turned off the alarm.

The next thing recorded was in our bedroom. Jools is in the bedroom and pulling the bed covers back. The man was standing behind her. He said something about the camera; the sound quality was poor, and Jools said that they only work when the alarm is on, so it was fine.

She undid her blouse and then her bra, putting both on the chair; her skirt and knickers followed. Jools then lay on the bed, her feet facing the camera. The man had also mostly undressed, and his clothes were on my chair. His back was to the camera, so I didn't get a good view of his dick.

"Come on, Ali," Jools said, "we don't often get this opportunity; hurry up, we have to get back."

'No,' I thought, 'you don't often get this chance.' I am not the pot calling the kettle black; I kind of knew that she shagged around. There were the occasional signs, the most obvious being a loose fanny when we shagged in the evening. She was usually quite tight, but every now and again, she was loose. She was clean; there were no discernible signs of another man's sperm, and I just assumed she washed well or that he had used a condom.

My condom suspicion proved accurate as he reached into a pocket in his trousers and pulled out a small packet. His trousers fell on the floor, and he bent to pick them up.

"Leave them," Jools said, "let me put the rubber on."

He threw her the packet and approached the bed, standing at the side facing her. Now I could see his dick. Yeah, it was okay, but he did seem to have very big balls. Jools tore the wrapper and then unrolled the condom over his dick.

He got onto the bed and lay over her, his hand reaching down and fisting his dick into her.

Jools made suitably appreciative noises, and he started shagging. The camera did give me a good definition, and I watched his balls as they swung underneath him. The cheeks of his arse quivered as he shagged, and Jools had her nails buried into his back. 'Explain those marks to your wife,' I thought.

It wasn't long before they finished. To be honest, it was not what I would call impressive. When I shag Jools, there is usually a fair amount of oral before the actual act, and unless she fakes it, she usually has impressive orgasms. This was really just a shag; I didn't see what she was getting out of it. Was the risk worth it?

He rolled off her and pulled the condom off, tying the end to stop leaks. He placed it on the wrapper that Jools had left on the bedside and started getting dressed.

It was all a bit of an anti-climax, to be honest. As a porn show, it was less than a one out of ten; Jools didn't seem to get much out of it, and the man, Ali, just seemed to get his rocks off and get ready to leave. There was no fondling, no touching, no kissing, nothing, literally just a shag. I wondered what it was all about.

"That is you, nearly clear now," he said as they left the bedroom.

I couldn't hear what Jools said in response. I wonder what she owed him that her payment was a fuck or two. Interesting.

My hotel room door was knocked on. I was naked and wasn't expecting anyone. I grabbed a towel to cover myself and opened the door. It was Selina, the office girl, who usually made the arrangements and sometimes came along to take minutes. We usually flirted around the office, harmlessly and never going to go anywhere.

"Quick, let me in." She said and pushed past me.

"What? You okay?" I asked.

"The bloke in the bar kept pestering me. I wasn't interested, but he wouldn't take no for an answer."

"Oh, had he had too much to drink?"

"Are you saying a man has to be drunk to be interested in me?"

"Shit, no, Sel, but too much drink can make a man forget his manners."

"Good, only that would have been rude, especially after all that you had said in the office."

"I wasn't being rude, and what did I say in the office?"

"Oh, lots of things, like how you would like to get me alone in a hotel room, for one." Yes, I did say that, and lots more too, but then, I never expected to be alone in a hotel room with her.

"I did say that, didn't I?"

"Yes, and now, here we are, alone in a hotel room. Now that you have me here, what would you like to do?"

I let my towel fall to the floor; it was partially slowed by a brief hang-up on my dick.

"Oh. Looks like I chose the right room," Selina said as she stepped forward and put her fingers around my dick.

"Where do we go from here, Sel?" I asked her, "Only you do seem to be wearing a lot of clothes."

I stepped back, and she let go of my dick. She put her hands behind her back, undid the clasp on the dress, and let it fall. Her boobs are impressive. I am not normally a titty man, but you can't really ignore hers. Her hands were around her back again, and her bra joined her skirt. I wondered if her boobs were natural, as they didn't really drop much when she took the bra off, but then she was still young. Her thong was next, and there she was, naked. No hair around her fanny, big tits with nice nipples, and her fanny slit was a bit higher up the front than most women I encounter.

I went back and lay on the bed, and Selina came and joined me; kneeling on the bed, she put her mouth round my dick and sucked. A wet, sloppy suck, and then she started to slide her mouth up and down my dick as her fingers played with my balls. I lay back and enjoyed the sensation of being mouth-shagged with a huge pair of breasts dangling just above my stomach.

As she sucked, she started to move round and then turn around and straddle me, her fanny coming down to rest on my mouth. It would have been rude not to, so I returned the favour, and I licked her crease and sucked her clitoris. I managed to get a hand near her fanny, and I slowly inserted two fingers into her and then crooked them as I used my teeth on her clitoris.

She was working on my dick, but as she was working it so loosely, I didn't feel as if I were approaching a climax. It was nice, very nice, but it was not leading to an ending, happy or otherwise.

Selina was, on the other hand, getting off. I wiggled my fingers inside her, widening and scissoring in one moment, together and crooked like a two-fingered come-along in another. After a few moments of finger exercises, I started a finger shag. Slowly out, slowly in, my fingernail dragging across her internal wrinkle scar as I went.

Selina started to pant as she mouthed my dick, my fingers moving faster inside her, harder and as deep as my fingers could go. Selina let go of my dick and sat up, and then quickly scooted down the bed and impaled herself on my dick.

She was facing away from me, and as she moved up and down on my dick, her arse seemed to wink at me. My dick stretched her fanny, and the view looking down as she moved was erotic and hot, to say the least. Up and down she bobbed, her fanny sliding over my dick, her inner wall coming out a little as she rose, gripping my dick, her juices lubing it and giving my dick a lustrous glow.

"Oh fuck yes, shit," Selina panted as she rose and fell; her doing all the work was an ease on my back, that was for sure.

"Yes, Jesus, I hoped you'd be good," she gasped, "and oh, fuck." The last was almost a scream, and she slammed down on me, forcing my dick as far inside as it could go, a hand pressing her crotch, her clitoris perhaps; from my angle, it was difficult to tell. Her fanny clamped hard on my dick, and my balls twinged, and I filled her.

Selina lay forward, my dick still inside her fanny,...