THAT ALBINO VOYEUR by JBEdwards

It was such an innocent beginning. My lover Carl and I came into some money when a dear relative died. We, but mostly me, were hunting for a home, having had enough of living in apartments. I found my dream home, an old house in southern Connecticut that dated back to 1775. Since it was now 2025, that made it 250 years old! The house had been well maintained. Its electricity had been upgraded to modern standards. The front door had low clearance, and Carl, who is six feet plus a little, had to tuck his head down to enter it. Colonials were shorter people, I guess.

As for me, I’m short like the colonials. Five feet two on a good day, and around 105 pounds. I always wear heels of course, which adds a couple of inches. I have skinny legs, skinny arms, and somewhat large boobs. I project a vulnerable, little girl aura, but I am 100% woman, having had an active sex life in high school and college, and especially with Carl for the last five years, three of them living together. He calls me his Sexy Suzy. I’m just Suzy. He also calls me his “little fuck bunny,” but I don’t like that nickname, especially when he uses it around some of our friends. My full name is Suzanne Delacroix.

Carl has proposed marriage a few times. I’m against it. I don’t want the state – or God forbid the Church — to intervene in our lives. I’ve seen what happens when people divorce. Carl and I are forever, don’t get me wrong, but you never know, do you? Let the state be the state, let the church be the church, and let us be.

Back to the house. We spent the next three months hunting for antiques to furnish it. Before long we had a spectacular home. I even found a colonial era painting in an out of the way antique store out in the Connecticut countryside. It had centaurs and water nymphs in a pastoral setting. We hung it over the fireplace. I’d enjoy looking at it for what seemed like hours on end. I had mystical thoughts. It was as if I knew some of the centaurs, and some of the nymphs, in a previous life. This was of course ridiculous, but I nevertheless could not stop myself from studying the painting.

When we closed on the house Carl secretly bought me a present to celebrate. It was a totally gorgeous antique necklace of (I assumed) gold plate, but it might have been 18 karat solid gold, interspersed with emeralds and rubies. One of the nymphs in our painting was adorned with a similar necklace; it looked like something out of the vaults of Bulgari. In fact, it was indeed made by Bulgari, as I later discovered. So what I presumed was gold plate was actually 18 karat gold.

As soon as the real estate agents and lawyers were gone, I stripped off my clothes, put the necklace on, and told Carl to make love to me and never stop. The necklace fell to between my breasts, and Carl sexily pulled it to one side, so it caressed and cupped my left boob.

“God, you look sexy,” he declared as he drove his hard cock into me. He fucked me. My man is a great fuck, as well as a loving, generous lover. I’m a lucky girl.

I wore the necklace every day. I usually wore it topless when at home, often cupping one of my boobs. Not that it matters, but usually it cupped my left boob. I felt special in it, almost mystical.

We were finally settled when I screwed up, big time. We had a party, using the excuse of Valentine’s Day, which was only a few days off. Carl bought top-shelf liquor for the occasion. Alcohol flowed a bit too freely. As it got late I realized I was drunk, but Carl was worse off. He had passed out still fully dressed and was snoring away in our double bed in the bedroom. Mike and Marsha were the last couple to leave, and only Philip and I were left standing. Philip and I had fooled around a bit years earlier, first in high school and then in freshman year of college. We had come awfully close to having full-blown sex, but I had never let it happen. Now we were alone in my dream house, with only a passed-out Carl to keep us company.

“Why does Carl call you his fuck bunny, Suzy?” Philip asked, not so innocently. I grimaced when he said that. Carl and his big mouth.

“Why do you think?”

“He’s so lucky. Hey, do you want to give an old man a treat?”

“27 is not old.”

“I’m 28 as of last month. I could use a treat.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“A little kiss.”

“Seriously? Just a kiss?” I didn’t trust Philip. He always wanted more. He always wanted too much. “Don’t you get relief from Stephanie?”

“Stephanie is history. We had a threesome with Mitch, and I haven’t seen her nor Mitch ever since. Not even for my birthday.” That explained why Philip came stag to my party. Philip seemed on the verge of tears. I wanted to cheer him up.

We kissed. While we kissed Philip somehow got my sweater off. He was hunting for the clasp of my bra when I broke the kiss and pushed him away. “This is not cool, Philip. This is my home, and Carl is down the hall in bed.”

Philip had always wanted more than I was willing to give. He hadn’t changed.

“Let’s go outside. It’s a nice evening.” Philip suggested.

“It’s freezing outside.”

“Your guest bedroom has that big window with a view of your garden. We can watch the birds. Want to show me?” The guest bedroom was far from the master bedroom where Carl was passed out.

“It’s night. The birds will be asleep.”

“There’s always the owls,” he said as he took my hand and led me to our guest bedroom. He remembered where it was from the home tours Carl had given early in the party.

Had I not been so drunk I might have seen what Philip had in mind. I was too proud of our new home. I wanted to show it off. I turned on the outside lights and let Philip lead me down the hall to the guest bedroom. My bra was loose but instead of refastening it I just shrugged it off. Philip had seen my boobs in high school and college, and they’re the same boobs they’ve always been. I rationalized being topless in front of Philip. His smile at seeing my boobs took up most of his face. His shirt was off at this point. I’m not sure when that happened.

He took me in his arms, hugged me gently, and he kissed me again. His kisses were much better than those of his I remembered. I loved the feel of his chest hairs on my boobs. My nipples were hard. My necklace was hanging down, between my boobs.

The drink plus Philip’s caresses of my boobs while he gently and lovingly kissed me were my undoing. He led me to the bed and we both fell onto it. Not a word was spoken as he removed my skirt, my two-inch heeled pumps, my leggings under my skirt, and finally – yes – my lace, bikini-cut panties. As I had taught him to do years ago, he expertly caressed my pussy, paying especially close and tender attention to my clitoris. He had improved, too, since those early days: his long fingers inside me curled up and found my G-spot. Soon he had me so excited I climaxed, pushing him away as it was just too intense.

After a good climax, I always feel like my vaginal canal resembles a vacuum. As we both learned in high school physics, nature hates a vacuum. I could tell Philip was going to fuck me.

“No, Philip. No penetration that way,” I said weakly, but trying to make my voice firm.

“Why not? You let Mark, Seth and even Roger enjoy you. Why not me? You know you like me better.”

“That was years ago. I’m with Carl now and no longer free and easy with my body. We’re not making love, Philip. Those days are gone.”

Actually, I had neither Roger nor Seth fuck me. I had bought them off with blowjobs. Mark was another matter. Mark wouldn’t take no for an answer. All that was back in high school.

Philip was not convinced. I continued. “You’re my closest friend. Sex will kill that. Once we do it we’ll always want to do it again. And we will. I can’t let that happen; I treasure our friendship too much.” I couldn’t reveal the real reason I insisted on no sex. No sex in the sense of fucking, anyway. I suppose Philip’s fingering was already having sex.

“So you won’t let us make love because you like me too much?”

“Yes.”

“That’s crazy.”

Philip stopped talking and once again gave me oral, which is my biggest weakness. Over my weak protests and declarations that I was committed to Carl, who was sleeping down the hall, Philip finally got what he had always wanted, as he slipped his lovely, hard, throbbing penis inside me, filling the vacuum, pleasing both the laws of physics and my erotic center. He entered me as if his hard cock had always belonged inside me. He pumped away, fondling my boobs as we fucked. He ejaculated inside me, even as I climaxed a second time. It was a wonderful climax.

It was right after I climaxed that I screamed. I suppose Philip thought it was a scream due to my orgasm, but it wasn’t. I screamed because I suddenly realized we were being intensely watched. Not only watched, but it was a strange yet familiar man watching us, standing right there in the guest bedroom. He had a particular focus on me. Philip knew something was wrong as I kept screaming, trying to cover myself with the sheet, while trying to get out from under his huge body.

Philip got off me. I was too shocked to speak, so holding a sheet over me I just pointed at the strange, naked man. The man must have been an albino or something because he had no color at all. It was as if I were living in a color movie but the naked stranger was in black and white. Mostly white. His face had no discernible expression.

Philip looked puzzled as I screamed and continued to point. I was hyperventilating.

“What are you pointing at, Suzy?”

Was he a moron? I was naked and vulnerable, full of Philip’s cum, and here was this naked, albino strange man obsessively staring at me. The albino was mute and expressionless, except for his eyes. It was his eyes that were the most frightening. The albino’s cock was rigid. I didn’t notice it right away. Why wasn’t Philip alarmed, too?

I calmed down enough to speak. “A man is staring at us. He watched us fuck. He’s naked and has an erection.”

“Where?”

“Right there!” I pointed at the man.

“I’m sorry Suzy, but no one is there. It’s only the two of us in this room,” Philip said, in the reassuring way a man speaks to a hysterical woman he’s just fucked. If there even is such a way to speak.

“What do you mean, no one is there? Are you nuts? Are you blind?” I was shouting. I got out of bed, no longer caring I was naked with my new necklace dangling between my boobs.

Even though I was naked, I walked over to the man, trying and failing to look threatening. “Introduce yourself, you perverted voyeur.”

I was close to the albino; close enough to reach out and touch him. I felt cold, colder as I got closer to him.

“Who are you? Why are you here, in my home?” I asked, and I thought I saw a flicker of emotion on his face, but otherwise, he had no reaction. I played with my necklace. “You’re staring at my necklace. Or is it my boobs? Do you like the way the necklace cups my left boob?”

I detected a subtle hint of a smile flash across the albino’s stony face. He was looking more familiar. Then he vanished, and I fainted.

**

“You had a vasovagal syncope,” the nurse told me when I awoke in a bed at the Yale New Haven Hospital.

“What?”

The nurse explained that vasovagal events such as mine, more commonly known as fainting, could be brought on by excessive drinking, dehydration, or a sudden shock, such as Philip had described to her, or a heart arrhythmia.

What she said was, “Alcohol consumption compromises the maintenance of arterial blood pressure.” She explained further. She said a sudden shock such as seeing what Philip had described as my “imaginary naked albino” peeping on me, could also cause a sudden drop in blood pressure. Luckily, I knew enough for that to make sense.

I wondered just how much Philip had told her while I was unconscious. The nurse told me my clothes and belongings, including my purse, were in the locker in my room. I looked alarmed. Being quick, the nurse also told me, “Your Bulgari necklace is in the hands of your husband. No worries, my dear.” Philip must have told a white lie to them that Carl and I were married.

“Can I see my husband?”

“I’ll ask them both to come to your room.”

“Both?”

“Yes. They’re nearby in the waiting area. I’ll get them. You need to rest and rehydrate,” she said, as she gestured towards my IV. She gave me the remote for the television mounted high on the wall facing my bed. “Push this red button if you need one of us nurses to come help you.”

**

Both Carl and Philip were loving and kind. Philip had told Carl what happened. I wondered if he had included my infidelity. I didn’t ask. Carl wanted to know about the imaginary albino watching Philip and me “copulate,” as Carl put it. So, Philip did tell him. He probably also told the nurse. Maybe he told CNN.

“I guess it was a hallucination,” I said, not knowing what else it could be.

“Philip didn’t see the albino,” Carl said, meaning yes, it must have been a hallucination. “Has this happened to you before?”

“No, never.”

“It was probably the booze plus I assume you climaxed with Philip. Is he the first, or have there been others?”

I couldn’t believe Carl was raising this topic in a hospital room and – especially — in front of Philip. Strangely, though, both Carl and Philip seemed calm. “All your work colleagues over in Greenwich, of course,” I said, out of anger.

“One at a time, or all at once?”

I didn’t answer that. Carl can give as good as he gets. When I was released with a heart monitor, in case I had arrhythmias, I was told not to drink booze nor have sex for at least the next 24 hours. Carl teased me that I’d have to refrain from sex for a day and a night – could I handle it?

Carl has a way of withdrawing when he’s upset, so the ride home was quiet and calm. It was much too calm, almost catatonic. I wasn’t ready to explain myself, so I welcomed the quiet. We slept together that night. I cuddled up to Carl and played with his penis, but it stayed soft. Carl’s penis never stays soft when we’re in bed. Finally, Carl said, “No sex. Remember?” As I cried myself to sleep, I thought about the albino. I was sure I had seen him before, but I had no idea where or when.

The next day I slept late. Carl had left for work, and I had the house to myself. I was at loose ends. I wondered if masturbation was included in the “no sex for 24 hours” instruction. It probably was. I decided teasing myself was okay, so I walked around the house topless. Carl had put my gorgeous Bulgari necklace in a bureau drawer. I found it and wore it, as I found wearing the necklace comforting. I checked myself out in our bedroom’s full- length mirror. My body was a treat for an albino voyeur.

I had asked Carl to tell me how he found the necklace and why he bought me such an extravagant gift. He said he was strangely drawn to it, and once he found it, he felt compelled to buy it for me. He hoped I liked it. I told him I loved it. I did, too.

I suppose I was tempting the albino to reappear by parading half-naked around my new home. I was disappointed when he didn’t appear. I was sure I had not hallucinated, but my certainty was beginning to ebb. As I walked around the house, cleaning up after our party, the necklace began to vibrate gently. Okay, this was weird.

I was in the kitchen, fixing myself a light lunch, when the albino reappeared, staring intently at either my boobs, the necklace, or both. Once again, the albino was naked and had an erection.

“Hello,” I said, this time much more composed. The albino was silent. Instead, he began to walk away and gestured for me to follow. In the living room, at the masonry fireplace, he pointed to a spot where the stones met the wall. I gave him my best puzzled look. He was insistent, or as insistent as a deathly cold, naked, mute albino can be. I examined the area intensely. Tapping on the wall led me to believe there was a hidden compartment. If there was one, however, how to open it stumped me.

He indicated via gestures that I should masturbate. I didn’t see how that would open a secret compartment, but it seemed harmless except for the nurse’s instructions to avoid sex for a day. I decided she meant sexual intercourse, not self-fondling, which in retrospect is just stupid. Maybe the albino just liked to watch women masturbate. Anyway, I did it, and I had a lovely climax while he watched. I came surprisingly quickly – maybe it was a new world’s record. Dammit all – it worked! As I climaxed, a little door opened. This would make a great party trick.

As I sat I took out the contents of the cabinet and had a look. I fainted again. I woke on the floor, still all alone. I sat up. I gradually rose to a standing position, staying still until the room stopped spinning. There was a knock at the front door. We really needed to fix the doorbell. I grabbed a robe to cover my naked torso.

“Hello, Philip. What brings you here? Don’t you have to work?”

“I’m on my way back from work. The markets were crazy today in Asia, so I basically worked all night. I wanted to stop to check up on you. Great outfit, by the way,” he said as he stared at my naked boobs peeking out from my robe.

“I’m glad you stopped by. I want to show you something.” I led him over to the fireplace. “I found some photos tucked away in a secret compartment.”

Philip looked through them. “It’s all the same people in the photos. One of them is you, right?”

“Wrong. I’ve never seen these photos. There’s also Polaroids from the 1980s, but I’ve put those aside.”

“How do you know they’re from the 1980s?”

“The woman’s hairstyle, mostly. Plus, they’re Polaroids, which dates them somewhat. I can’t tell by the woman’s clothes because she’s not wearing any.”

“I’ve got to see those! I didn’t know there were pictures of you naked.”

“It’s not me. The woman looks like me, granted, but I was born in 1998. She can’t be me.”

“Does she have a mole on the underside of her left breast, like you do?”

I blushed. “Yes, she does. It’s uncanny, freaky, how much she looks like me.”

“She’s your doppelganger, even if it was before you were born.”

“Maybe so, but I’d never pose for some of the pictures she did. That’s for certain.”

“The pix certainly are provocative. Is that a Doberman?” I knew he’d focus on the bestiality picture. “I wonder who took them,” Philip said.

“Her lover, I’d guess. He’s my albino, as you can see in the pictures of them together.”

“I’ve not seen your albino, and the man in the pictures with you – I mean her – is no albino. He’s quite handsome.”

“Yes, and he’s clothed, not naked with an erection!”

Philip studied the pictures. “Suzy, her resemblance to you is uncanny. The pictures are of you. Hey, in the Polaroids you won’t show me, does the woman have a birthmark near her, uh, pussy, like you do?”

“I didn’t look that closely,” I said; but yes, she did. “Do you believe in reincarnation?”

“Where is that coming from? Anyway no, of course not. Can I trouble you for a glass of water?”

“How rude of me, not to offer you a drink! Is water your preference? We have 1792 Bourbon and of course ice cubes, for example.”

“A drink would be grand. Thank you.”

“Ice? On the rocks?”

“Yes.”

“Be right back.”

Philip took the occasion to look for and find the sexy Polaroids. He was amazed at how much the woman resembled Suzy, and he had no idea she liked to suck cocks so much. What a treat a Suzy blowjob would be! Best however was Suzy and the man engaged in all kinds of sexual acts. He wondered who the photographer was, who had to be there to take the pictures.