She knows that I want to have a three-way with her and another woman, as my wife is bisexual and although she has not had too many bi-sexual relations...ips, that is, as far as I know, she still hesitates to include me in these relationships. For myself, I am a die-hard voyeur and have been for as long as I can remember. Starting with my mother and onto my sisters and female cousins, I quit being a peeping Tom due to the possibility of my being caught and exposed as such. My wife and I are. With another day's travel we were somewhere between the towns ofLiverpool and Manchester, and another two days took us past Lancaster.Further north the land changed into into much more hilly open land andall the tracks passed through small villages. The inhabitants watchedus suspiciously as we went by but we were not challenged any time. Ihad my story ready. Now I was taking Eleanor to an uncle whosupposedly lived at Carlisle.It was miserable weather and it took us yet another two days to. I didn't want to ruin a perfectly fine relationship, but I craved her and nothing but her. I wanted her body in a sexual way. I wanted her to want me. Her husband left her office in a hurry. He didn't make eye contact with me. It made me wonder what exactly they were talking about. I walked into her office. She was sitting at her desk staring at me. The look in her eyes was lustful and I loved every moment she stared at me with that look in her eyes. “What exactly did y'all talk about?” I asked. “TRICIA! LOOK AT ME!” Her face scrunched up in pain, and tears rolled down from her eyes.Tricia looked at her friend, sitting there in her wheelchair. “Oh. I see. It’s the paralysis.” She nodded. “So, you’re finally pulling the poor little crippled girl routine. No, not a chance! Not with me.” Tricia knelt down next to her, took her hand, and squeezed it hard. “Remember that first day we met? You laid down the law. No pity for you. Well, I’ve lived up to that. You haven’t gotten any pity from.