Voyeur's Voyage

By Selbryth Lannigan

The butler of an affluent couple in the early part of the 20th Century finds himself tracing down a fault in the newly installed electrical system of their magnificent home. Making his way through the narrow crawlspace between rooms to investigate, he finds a hole in the wall of the Master Bedroom, but then finds himself in an even tighter spot when he happens to see something which catches not only his eye, but his entire being.

The Lady of the house, in bed with someone other than her husband.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Selbryth Lannigan
• Release date: Apr 3, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463521076

Selbryth Lannigan

I've been writing fiction since the mid 1980s, both short and long works, and turned to erotic fiction at around the same time. I have published on the Literotica site under the singular name Selbryth and have also sold hundreds of short 'anonymous' pieces to the pulp erotic publications of the time: Letters Magazine and Hustler's Busty Beauties being just two. Focusing on sexuality beyond what some would consider the 'norm', my characters include t-girls (trannies, kathoey, newhalf, shemales, ladyboys) cross-dressers, sissified and transformed males, gays and lesbians, who engage in a variety of fetishes, kinks and sexy hijinks.Though explicitly described, the stories themselves offer an inner dialog which most times borders on the romantic. There is no death, very little violence and hopefully the reader is left feeling good.

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Copyright 2019 by Selbryth Lannigan

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Printed in the United States of America

First Printing, 2019

Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction and is intended for mature audiences (18+). All characters and other entities appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, dead or alive, or other real-life entities, past or present, is purely coincidental.

Voyeur's Voyage

A Turn-of-the-Century Turn-Around

Voyeur's Voyage

Alfred always loved how the Lady of the House looked when she was being fucked. He stared unblinkingly now through the small, secret hole in the wall into the master bedroom, rubbing his cock like he had been for the last ten minutes or so. He shifted silently on his knees as he crouched over in the dark of the crawlspace between rooms, his eye taking in the luscious sight of the beautiful Mrs. Henderson, naked and on her back in the bed--her knees raised and legs tense--with Mr. Henderson laying right between those pretty, spread knees, giving her what-for.

Alfred inhaled, held his breath and stared, watching the glistening wet shaft of Mr. Henderson's thick boner slide in and out of his wife's cunt. He was always amazed at the sight, of how something that large could fit into a woman so sleek and petite. He watched it appear and disappear with sensuous regularity, could hear the juicy sounds it made as it plunged steadily in and out of its wet sheathe. Added to those sounds were the deep, masculine gasps of Mr. Henderson, accompanied by the soft, feminine moans and grunts from the Lady.

She looked so beautiful, so excited and pleased and...in need. It seemed to Alfred that the very skin of her pale body glowed as she received her husband's stiff dick, but it seemed she craved more with each passing moment.

Then her gasping and grunting became constant, quick and rhythmic, the sounds pushed and pulled out of her shuddering body by the now feverish thrusts being given her. Moaning, the Master of the house increased the speed and depth of his plunging, making the bed creak in rhythmic time, an erotic syncopation added to the Lady's cries of pleasure, rising higher and higher in the early evening stillness of the bedroom.

"Ahh--God! Terrance! Oh my god--husband!"

Su--Susan - oh my lovely, darling! Ohhhh!

Alfred felt an ache, a deep tensing, then felt warmth spilling over his working fingers. He gasped as silently as possible, held his breath, and as his second spurt of cum left his flexing organ, he peered even harder through the peephole.

Mr. Henderson looked like a statue of himself now, frozen in the most forward part of his thrust, eyes closed and mouth hanging open, his cock buried fully into his wife's shivering body. Like him, the Lady remained where she was, her head fallen back slightly, visibly shaking as she attained her own final release.

More cum pulsed from Alfred's undulating prong. He rubbed it gently, slower now, sharing the pleasure that seemed to flow through the hole in the wall from the bed in the next room, touching him in the stiflingly still, cramped darkness where he knelt. He let his breath out carefully, fearful as always of being discovered, then sank back from the peephole and settled on his heels, trying to catch his breath.

Moments went by until his head stopped swimming, and when he was back to himself and remembered where and who he was, he wiped up the evidence of his private pleasure with the wash cloth he always brought for that purpose, pressed his sagging organ back into his fly and buttoned himself up. Then, turning silently around in the narrow space, he made the long crawl back to the access door behind the cabinet in the hall closet.

Stepping out, he dusted off his coat, vest and trousers, cleaned the dust off his shoes with a quick, alternating sweep to the back of his trouser legs, then quietly closed the access door, slid the cabinet silently back into place and stood upright. He took another breath to retrieve his calm, professional demeanor, smoothed his neatly trimmed mustache with a wipe of thumb and forefinger, and left the closet looking as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Moments later he was back in his own room downstairs, washing out his cleanup cloth in the sink.

Being the butler in this glorious mansion, in these wonderful times at the very beginning of the 20th Century certainly had its perks.

Alfred had found this perfect place to view such proceedings by sheer luck, having crawled through this dusty space nearly a year before to find and fix a broken wire in the mansion's new electrical system. He was used to tracing down things like this, though the last time had been a few years back when gas lines had still been installed.

The electrical people had apparently let a hammer swing a little too far at some point because as he crawled on hands and knees that morning, following the thick, woven cloth wire, he'd noticed light coming in through a tiny hole in the wall, partially hidden on the other side by a hanging piece of the gold and lavender wallpaper of the master bedroom. He'd looked through the hole, wanting to know if it was easy to fix, and had found he was looking directly at the right side of his employer's large four-poster.

And bustling around the room in a see-through negligee was the Lady herself, her beautifully round, feminine 5'7" frame lifted on stunning three-inch heels. He found he couldn't look away as she went this way and that, spritzing perfume into the air ahead of her, then stepping through the mist. The fragrance quickly drifted out through the hole in the wall and