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My wife Jane and I were just getting used to the idea of not having kids around anymore, now that our youngest daughter had finally reached university age. It now meant that all our weekends were free and we could finally go visit family and friends at weekends without having to worry about what disasters might ensue while we were away! It also meant we could tag a few days’ holidays onto the weekend and go a little further afield.So, here we were, finally paying a visit to Jane’s sister Rachael over in Norfolk, who we hadn’t seen for at least two years! She had moved out that way to lead a simpler, less expensive lifestyle, given that she had no hubby or kids so didn’t need the big house she previously owned. Instead, she had given up her job and moved to a two-bed static home at a fraction of the cost and had been living there happily ever since.We had kept in touch via phone and skype of course, but it was great to be able to meet in person once again and enjoy a few drinks and each other’s company. And boy could Jane and Rachael drink! I thought I was good until I met those two!  On our first night, while I downed about six bottles of beer, they managed to get through two bottles of wine each, before Jane finally passed out and had to be put to bed.We carried her between us, then Rachael took great delight watching me try to undress Jane! She refused to help, saying ‘undressing a lady is husband’s duty’, then creased up with laughter when I managed to rip Jane’s tights whilst struggling to pull them down over her thighs. She also insisted that I remove Jane’s panties and bra, saying they would be very uncomfortable in bed.I’ve got to say that at this point there Bostancı Escort were no erotic thoughts going through my head, but to Rachael, it must have looked like a scene from a soft porn wrestling match as me and the unconscious naked Jane writhed on the bed! Nonetheless, it was an amusing end to the night, and with a few blushes I finally got Jane comfy and me and Rachael said our goodbyes.I sat there on the en-suite toilet chuckling to myself over what had just happened. Rachael was still a good sport and we would laugh even more about it tomorrow when we got to tell Jane! My head was also beginning to spin a little as those beers finally took their toll, so I thought I would just sit there a little while longer until I regained my balance.It was at that moment I caught notice of a faint light shining through the air vent high up on the wall behind me. I could see it through the sink mirror directly opposite and there seemed to be some kind of shadow across it. As I said, my head was more than a little fuzzy, so I didn’t think anything more about it. I just finished my ‘drunken sit-down wee’, undressed, then staggered off to join Jane for a spot of late-night ‘spooning’.I was awoken the next morning by Rachael with a steaming cup of tea. I wasn’t sure how long she had been standing there, but my modesty was protected by the duvet, so my chance of being ‘caught naked’ by a secret voyeur had been missed. Maybe I could engineer some ‘accidental exposure’ tomorrow if tea in bed was going to be a daily routine?I snapped out of my little fantasy to hear Rachael shushing me and saying that we ought to let Jane ‘sleep it off’ for an hour or Bostancı Escort Bayan two, but I should get up soon and shower so that I could help her prepare breakfast. I was told that I could lie in for five minutes while she had her shower as the water flow wasn’t too good if both showers ran at the same time. So I drank my tea and then tidied up Jane’s clothes. I stuck the ‘holy’ tights in the bin and gathered everything else up ready to go in the bathroom washing hamper.As usual, I couldn’t resist a quick sniff of Jane’s panties from the night before. She has the most delightful scent that makes me go wild, causing me to wonder whether Rachael might have a similar scent. I would make it my mission to hunt down a pair of her panties over the weekend and find out. Just at that moment, there was a knock on the door. It was Rachael letting me know it was now ok to shower. Thank god she didn’t just come in like she had earlier with the tea. How embarrassing would that have been had I been caught with my dick in my hand and Jane’s panties up to my nose?I quickly suppressed my ever-increasing erotic thoughts and headed into the bathroom. I dropped the clothes in the hamper and admired my semi-erect dick in the bathroom mirror. I had a decent body and was proud of the way my manhood looked on this fine Saturday morning. Maybe it would have been exciting for both of us if Rachael had entered instead of knocking after all! But all that tea and last night’s beer couldn’t wait any longer. A quick turn and lift of the seat and I let the floodgates open. It was the most enormous morning piss and extremely satisfying. Rachael probably thought Escort Bostancı I’d already started my shower with the sound of all that running water! I stood there for a while enjoying that ‘post-piss’ contented feeling, then turned and sat down for my ‘other’ morning constitution!As per the night before, I found myself looking at the ventilation grill through the mirror. Where did it lead, and why was the shadow now on the left? I was sure it was further to the right last night, but I guess shadows move depending upon the time of day. But when it then moved again in front of my own eyes, I realised that it was actually someone on the other side!My brain went into overdrive as I tried to think through the layout of Rachael’s house. There was a corridor between our two rooms, but that came to a dead-end roughly in line with where our en-suite bathroom started. Of course, Rachael’s en-suite must back onto ours, giving her the perfect vantage point for standing on her toilet and peering in at me through the grill. This presented her with a glorious view of every angle thanks to that well-positioned mirror.I instinctively placed my hand over my dick and quickly averted my gaze. Did she know I had seen her watching? Should I shout out and let her know the game was up? Or was the game just about to start? In a split second, I knew which way this was going to go. My heart was racing and my dick was stirring. I was going to take my hand away and play this one out. That fantasy about Rachael catching sight of me naked was actually happening without any ‘engineering’ required from me!I couldn’t believe my luck. Here I was, with the perfect exhibitionist opportunity and I was going to milk it (literally!) for all I could get. But I had to play it cool, beginning by removing my hand after pretending I had merely been scratching that morning itch from my balls. I placed both hands on my knees and with legs akimbo, proceeded to finish ‘dropping the kids off at the pool’.

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