voyeur in Hotwife & Sharing

The first thing I thought, standing there in the hallway’s half-dark, was that the hinge on our bedroom door had always squeaked. Fifteen years, and I’d never fixed it.

The camera was smaller than my thumb, its lens no wider than a shirt button, but it streamed in 4K and could pick up a whisper from across the room. I pressed the magnetic disc against the metal p...