It looked like she was confused. "Something wrong," I asked. "No. It's nothing," she said. "Why don't you take these jeans off?" Eagerly, I did. When ... went to pull down my boxers, she stopped me. "I'll do that," she said, in a lusty voice, looking at me with her gorgeous green fuck me eyes.With one hand, she reached inside and grabbed a hold of my cock. When her bare hand touched the skin of my erection for the first time, I felt like I was on fire. I almost came right then. For a second, I. After years of this a good voyeur like myself wanted a bit more!The wife and I lived in an apartment on a typical coastal Spanish golf urbanisation. Every apartment was virtually the same and each one had a balcony, some like mine on the ground floor had gardens. There was a communal swimming pool in the middle of the urbanisation.After the economic crash a lot of homes were vacated so neighbours changed quickly. We got a new couple moved in a block away which our apartment partially looked. About ten minutes later, the security dispatcher asked me to go by room seven hundred and check on the room service waiter, and a bell hop, since they had not returned back to his work station. This was pretty much a security protocol to insure hotel staff was never in any danger. When I got off the elevator on the seventh floor, I could immediately smell the party coming room seven hundred. The smell of marijuana wafted through the hallway. I looked at my guest manifest and there were no. She drove up in a white Mercedes,had "Sharon" embroidered on her white lab coat, and strutted the hospitalhall with confidence in her hi heels. Our life couldn't get any better,she had to work crazy hours, but we bought a big house, expensive wines,European vacations and hired maids. I trimmed back on meeting thetourists but one Monday afternoon Sharon came home early and stood in thedoorway watching me in bed with our Venezuelan maid. Her feet werestraight up in the air as I had had my fingers.