- Thu Mar 21, 2013 6:18 am
#20741
I am from Pakistan (Karachi). This happened around 5 years back. At the time my wife was an attractive 37 year old mom (she is now a 42 year old mom, and still attractive as ever). We were in this shop selling clothes of different types. My wife was looking for jeans, which, we were informed, were on the first floor. On the first floor, a sales girl showed us a good variety of jeans, and my wife finally selected two. Along the way, she also picked up a couple of tops and decided to try them on.
While she was inside the fitting/changing room, I walked around slowly, just killing time. It happened more as a coincidence. The staircase connecting the ground floor with the first was a spiral. I had just taken a step or two down my way to the ground floor, planning to take another look at the men’s jackets and shirts (though I didn’t find the collection particularly interesting in the first glance), when there was a message on my cell phone. As I took it out of pocket, to check, it slipped out of my hand, luckily falling on the edge of a step, otherwise it would have gone all the way down, probably smashing into pieces. Cursing myself for being careless, I bent down to pick it up. As I retrieved it and was in the process of getting up again, something strange caught my eye. Not comprehending fully what I had seen, I bent down to the same position again and tried to focus my eyes. What I saw, almost took my breath away: down on the ground floor, in a corner where the cash counter was, an LCD was running – and on the screen was my wife, wearing only a bra and in the middle of sliding down her trousers – the same pair of jeans she had taken barely a few minutes ago with her into the changing room! They had installed a hidden cam inside the fitting room. My heart beating wildly, I stood there, transfixed, in that odd posture, watching the scene unfold on the screen as my wife stripped off the pants and stood only in her underwear, struggling now to put on the other pair of jeans.
Two things I realized fast: one, I wanted to know WHO exactly was watching her; and second….., I was turned on – my penis had turned rock hard!
The shop wasn’t crowded by any stretch of imagination, so no one – so far – had seen me in that position. Reluctantly, I took my eyes off the screen and walked downstairs. The cash counter was in a corner and two guys – both young, in their late 20’s probably, were seated there, both intently watching the LCD screen, which was actually placed BELOW the counter, making it invisible to customers or even the other staff. Had it not been for the coincidence of dropping my phone on the stairs, there was no chance of anyone actually being aware of their game. Also, they obviously had no idea that they could be caught by someone standing at an extremely odd angle on the stairs – a highly unlikely scenario.
They became alert – and a little uncomfortable – as soon as they saw me. I tried giving them a feeble smile, feeling extremely nervous, as I tried to engage myself in the display of clothes. Exhorting myself to stay on for a while, so as not to make it seem odd, I barely glanced through the assortment before I started walking back to the first floor. Soon as I was out of the vision of those two, I practically ran through the rest of the steps, reaching the same point where I stood earlier. There was a woman with a kid on the first floor when I arrived with my wife, and I could hear them nearby. Totally ignoring the risk of being seen by them or the salesgirl, I bent down to watch the screen again, just in time to seem my wife almost done with putting back her own clothes again.
She was coming out as I walked towards the fitting room. She told me that both the jeans were too tight in the seat, so she wanted to try a bigger size; the tops though, she said, were ok. Promptly, she asked the salesgirl for a bigger size in the same colors and style, and went back to the fitting room, while I quickly turned to the stairs again.
I was extremely disappointed to find the kid roaming on the stairs. There was no way I could resume my peep show again without inviting curiosity from the kid. By the time her mother came and took her back, I knew it was too late.
My wife came out, apparently satisfied with the new pairs. That should have been the end of it, but I decided to take a chance and led her towards the lingerie section, knowing how she loves quality lingerie, particularly bras. To my delight, she actually happened to like a couple of bras. She would have purchased them anyway, but I reminded her how – on an earlier instance, she had purchased some bras from another shop which she did not like when she tried them on after returning home, so we had to go back and exchange them. Feeling highly guilty and extremely horny at the same time, I managed to convince her to try them on first.
I was delighted to find that the kid and his mother had left the store (or that floor at least), as I resumed my position on the stairs. Needless to say, I watched – and let the two guys watch, my wife try on three different pairs of bras, exposing her considerable breasts for the two voyeurs downstairs.
She purchased only one of the bras – a red one if I’m not wrong (not that it matters anyway). I kept my eyes on the two guys as we paid for the jeans, tops and the bra, observing how their eyes went over my wife’s figure, particularly on her chest, no doubt recalling how much they had seen of her barely minutes ago.
I have masturbated hundreds of times re-living this episode, even thinking of it while having sex with my wife. We have never (so far) gone back to that shop, though I have, occasionally, dropped the hint that they had a good collection and reasonable prices etc., but somehow, another visit has never materialized.