Outlaw99
09-08-2010, 11:43 AM
Even to this day I do not know why but, as a young married couple it our early twenties, we just seemed to get drawn in and taken along in situations where a small group of men wanted nothing more than to get their hands on my wife. What unfolded was even more amazing to me as she definitely did not put sex at the top of her list as a new wife even though she did enjoy it and was usually receptive to my advances as long as I did not push her and kept it to a couple of times a week.
I was in the barbers and as I waited my turn flipped through a girly mag and spotted a personal add from a couple that were interested in photography, intrigued, I jotted the box number down and wrote to it to see what happened. I had almost forgotten all about it when a month later I had a reply with all the details of what the couple liked doing, fairly modest stuff but the husband did all his own processing and printing in B/W. I wrote back, showing interest but not giving many of our own details and to be honest forgot about it.
I arrived home from work one evening and was immediately confronted by an angry wife and there was a letter and three photos of a scantily clad woman on the table. I was accused of being a dirty old man and a pervert at wanting to take pictures like that and she would never let me visit them. I in return fetched the other letter and assured her it was supposed to be something we both did as a bit of fun and something different explaining what it was all about. That did take some of the heat out of the situation but she was adamant that she was not that type of a wife and I could forget it.
I suffered for my misdemeanour, my spouse refusing me sex for the next two weeks and to compound matters she walked in on my frustrated masturbation in the bathroom. She looked at me in triumph and I cracked, sarcastically telling her to take pity on me and suck my erection, something she had flatly refused to do since we started courting. She turned on her heals and, looking back, she said she would bet I would love to get excited while watching her with another mans penis in her in her mouth, blushing crimson when I grinned and nodded furiously in assent. We did not speak to each other all night or next morning at breakfast.
Now I knew things were getting out of hand and it had been my fault so it was up to me to make moves to put it right. I left work early and prepared a meal with a nicely chilled bottle of wine and was rewarded with a peck on the cheek and a broad smile. Things were relaxed as the meal ended and after a grovelling apology I risked diving in to explain my reasons for writing to the couple. I reminded her that she was a very shapely woman and would look good posing in sexy undies or even less and I had just thought that it would be fun to try something new and adult for a change. Another bottle of wine and a long discussion on what she would and would not do, followed by a long sex session got the result I was hoping for as she whispered as she came down from her climax that she would give it a try.
We visited them regularly over the next six months and soon had the girls posing naked and he showed me how to process and print B/W films, the friendship dwindled after a while but I was now able to have sessions with Ann that ended up with a lot more fun than we had with the couple. Now I had all the kit it became a regular thing, the taking of the photos and the fun we had the best bit though, but I did become reasonable in the darkroom, Ann also enjoying this part of our hobby to the full. It was becoming obvious that my wife’s sexual appetite was increasing slightly and she felt the urge for sex a little more. I was happy with her progress as it gave me a good excuse to buy a vibrator and a dildo from a back street shop I had come across in the city, giving her extra pleasure and adding a different aspect to our photo shoots although she did not like me using the toys too often.
The man that supplied all my photographic stuff was about the same age as my father and was well known to the family, being a long standing friend, so I quickly warmed to him as he helped me advance my hobby, innocently letting him view the photos. He was often enthusing over her figure while adding that it was obvious that she now loved posing and showing her body off, thus letting him persuade me to give him a few pictures as we got more daring and her poses became very suggestive. These soon became the ones he wanted most and he was soon asking more personal questions about us and what we got up to in our sex life. I gave him a quick thumbnail, careful to emphasise that she was not very adventurous when it came to the knity-gritty and he smiled when he knew another man had actually taken photos of her naked.
He was looking very serious and instinctively lowering his voice, even though we were on our own, confiding in me that he would love to take a few photos himself and that I would probably reap the benefits of it if I could get her to agree and got used to it again. I knew I was on thin ice but just mentioned it in passing and she surprisingly said she knew he was giving me a lot of advice about photography but she would not want to do pose with just men there. I was careful not to reveal that he now had a few of her pictures for himself, already warning him not to divulge it to her so I did not push it and just told her that if she ever felt brave enough to do it she should let me know.
It did not take long after all for him to meet her as he phoned with an invitation to a wine tasting at a merchant friend of his. We had a great time and sampled a few different wines, buying a couple of bottles of Ann’s favourites, spoke to quite a few people that were there and were both merry and were very glad that photo-man had given us a lift and was taking us back home afterwards as we did drink freely. At the end we were among the small group being the last there and it was obvious that the other men were all friends of the two men and a cheer went up as a camera was produced and Ann was besieged with requests to pose as a salesgirl offering all of them bottles and cases of the products, which she laughingly did for a quarter of an hour or so.
I was more than a little put out though when photo-man whispered to me that all of these men had seen his pictures of Ann and he said they were probably using their imaginations as she posed with them, but I calmed down when he agreed to make sure that she never found out, smiling when I told him if she did get to know she would probably never pose for me again. It was fairly early when he dropped us off and Ann politely asked him in for a cup of tea, but as he had bought a case of his favourite wine he suggested that we try that instead. We sat chatting and enjoying wine and I risked showing him our latest photos, making my wife blush as we pointed out her best features to each other although she did laugh with us in the end.
The bottle was empty and he insisted that he opened another and after drinking more I knew I had made a bit of a pig of myself and was a little the worst for it so I slowed down. Ann was very buoyant by then and she too said she was feeling more than just tipsy but our guest smiled and said it would do us good to let our hair down once in a while. We were well down the second bottle when he suggested it would round the evening off if she would do some more posing for us, letting me take a couple of shots of her sitting naked on his knee and that would make an old man very happy. She surprised me by not blowing up and bringing the visit to an end, blushing crimson though and telling him said she had never done anything like that and she would be too embarrassed to do it. He poured her another glass and while she was drinking he asked me if I thought it was a good idea and all I could say was I was all for it but it was up to her to do it or not, she giggled and said she would do it with her undies on for a laugh but that was as far as she would go.
We two men settled for that and I set the camera up while she undressed, noting that as usual her undies did not leave much to the imagination. I took a few poses as she pranced about and then the man sat on a chair and she sat on his knee giggling so much after a couple of shots he had to put an arm round her to stop her from slipping off, then he cupped a breast as if by accident, hooking his fingers in the bra and when she wriggled again he pulled it up off her, baring her breasts. She blushed and squealed but did not move as she was so taken by surprise, he undid the clasp and it was discarded so I took another couple of shots as he half turned her and sucked on the hardening nipples. She uttered a weak protest, telling him not to be so naughty, but it was obvious she was excited by what was happening as she arched her back so that they presented an easy target for his hands and mouth as he continued to caress and suck on them and when he firmly nibbled on each nipple in turn she writhed, panted and moaned and I knew he was quickly bringing her to arousal.
I did not quite know what to do so I put the camera down and just watched as another man sexually handled my wife’s body for the first time in her life. She gave me a somewhat guilty look as she did nothing as he removed her panties so that at last she was sitting naked on his lap and she involuntarily lent back on him and slightly parted her legs as his fingers went to her vulva and sought her now swollen clitoris exciting it and making her moan and pant with continuing pleasure. He pushed a finger inside her vagina and as she squirmed against him made it two, I should have been rampant by now but the amount of wine I had consumed and the guilt I felt for being a party to all this happening to my young wife kept my penis flaccid, he on the other hand was rubbing himself against her and must have been reaching a peak of excitement at his luck.
Three of his fingers were inside her tunnel by now and she was writhing and squealing with the treatment she was receiving and as he fully stretched her vagina and pushed them in and out she had her first orgasm for him. She slipped off his knee and onto the floor with the excitement of it all and before he knelt by her side he dropped his trousers showing her that he was now rampant, she gasped, realising that he was circumcised as she tried to masturbate him, not quite knowing how to handle it but soon mastering a way of sliding her fingers over the full length of the stiff shaft and it was his turn to pant and moan with pleasure as within a couple of minutes he groaned and pulsed ejaculating thick white sticky cream all over her body.
Long spears of semen covered her tits, belly and pouting vulva and it took an age before he had emptied himself and as soon as he had finished Ann squealed and rushed out of the room and ran up stairs. It was a beaming old man that left and told me it had been a terrific evening and he hoped he would be invited back soon, volunteering to bring a porn movie to show us next time. I went upstairs and found a sobbing Ann in bed, asking me not to be angry with her for what had happened. She blamed the wine for her part in it all, saying that as soon as the man had aroused her she could not help herself and in the end had enjoyed all that he did to her and she had done to him. I told her it was ok and I had enjoyed watching them have fun and there was no real harm done as she had been willing, her orgasm had made me realise that she wanted him to do it and she could always think of it as a new experience with a man.
She blushed slightly at my reaction, realising that I had approved from the start and so she confidently asked me if I had realised how much semen he had splashed over her body before he had finished and we both ended up laughing when she admitted she would never have believed a man could ejaculate that much if she had not seen it for herself. I gave her a couple of days to reflect on what had happened before tentatively telling her of his offer to bring a naughty film if we invited him to visit again, she knew what one was but was still a little confused, blushing as I graphically described what a porn film was all about and said although she was curious and would like to watch one she did not think she should do those things with another man. I kept mentioning it over the next couple of months and in the end her curiosity got the better of her and she agreed to let me arrange it but asked me to give her a couple more weeks to get used to the idea. The man was eager and it was soon set up and I even surprised myself with the thought of how much I wanted to see if my wife could be cajoled and manipulated into having fun with photo-man a second time, having great doubts though as she did remind me more than once that nothing like the first time would ever be repeated.
I was in the barbers and as I waited my turn flipped through a girly mag and spotted a personal add from a couple that were interested in photography, intrigued, I jotted the box number down and wrote to it to see what happened. I had almost forgotten all about it when a month later I had a reply with all the details of what the couple liked doing, fairly modest stuff but the husband did all his own processing and printing in B/W. I wrote back, showing interest but not giving many of our own details and to be honest forgot about it.
I arrived home from work one evening and was immediately confronted by an angry wife and there was a letter and three photos of a scantily clad woman on the table. I was accused of being a dirty old man and a pervert at wanting to take pictures like that and she would never let me visit them. I in return fetched the other letter and assured her it was supposed to be something we both did as a bit of fun and something different explaining what it was all about. That did take some of the heat out of the situation but she was adamant that she was not that type of a wife and I could forget it.
I suffered for my misdemeanour, my spouse refusing me sex for the next two weeks and to compound matters she walked in on my frustrated masturbation in the bathroom. She looked at me in triumph and I cracked, sarcastically telling her to take pity on me and suck my erection, something she had flatly refused to do since we started courting. She turned on her heals and, looking back, she said she would bet I would love to get excited while watching her with another mans penis in her in her mouth, blushing crimson when I grinned and nodded furiously in assent. We did not speak to each other all night or next morning at breakfast.
Now I knew things were getting out of hand and it had been my fault so it was up to me to make moves to put it right. I left work early and prepared a meal with a nicely chilled bottle of wine and was rewarded with a peck on the cheek and a broad smile. Things were relaxed as the meal ended and after a grovelling apology I risked diving in to explain my reasons for writing to the couple. I reminded her that she was a very shapely woman and would look good posing in sexy undies or even less and I had just thought that it would be fun to try something new and adult for a change. Another bottle of wine and a long discussion on what she would and would not do, followed by a long sex session got the result I was hoping for as she whispered as she came down from her climax that she would give it a try.
We visited them regularly over the next six months and soon had the girls posing naked and he showed me how to process and print B/W films, the friendship dwindled after a while but I was now able to have sessions with Ann that ended up with a lot more fun than we had with the couple. Now I had all the kit it became a regular thing, the taking of the photos and the fun we had the best bit though, but I did become reasonable in the darkroom, Ann also enjoying this part of our hobby to the full. It was becoming obvious that my wife’s sexual appetite was increasing slightly and she felt the urge for sex a little more. I was happy with her progress as it gave me a good excuse to buy a vibrator and a dildo from a back street shop I had come across in the city, giving her extra pleasure and adding a different aspect to our photo shoots although she did not like me using the toys too often.
The man that supplied all my photographic stuff was about the same age as my father and was well known to the family, being a long standing friend, so I quickly warmed to him as he helped me advance my hobby, innocently letting him view the photos. He was often enthusing over her figure while adding that it was obvious that she now loved posing and showing her body off, thus letting him persuade me to give him a few pictures as we got more daring and her poses became very suggestive. These soon became the ones he wanted most and he was soon asking more personal questions about us and what we got up to in our sex life. I gave him a quick thumbnail, careful to emphasise that she was not very adventurous when it came to the knity-gritty and he smiled when he knew another man had actually taken photos of her naked.
He was looking very serious and instinctively lowering his voice, even though we were on our own, confiding in me that he would love to take a few photos himself and that I would probably reap the benefits of it if I could get her to agree and got used to it again. I knew I was on thin ice but just mentioned it in passing and she surprisingly said she knew he was giving me a lot of advice about photography but she would not want to do pose with just men there. I was careful not to reveal that he now had a few of her pictures for himself, already warning him not to divulge it to her so I did not push it and just told her that if she ever felt brave enough to do it she should let me know.
It did not take long after all for him to meet her as he phoned with an invitation to a wine tasting at a merchant friend of his. We had a great time and sampled a few different wines, buying a couple of bottles of Ann’s favourites, spoke to quite a few people that were there and were both merry and were very glad that photo-man had given us a lift and was taking us back home afterwards as we did drink freely. At the end we were among the small group being the last there and it was obvious that the other men were all friends of the two men and a cheer went up as a camera was produced and Ann was besieged with requests to pose as a salesgirl offering all of them bottles and cases of the products, which she laughingly did for a quarter of an hour or so.
I was more than a little put out though when photo-man whispered to me that all of these men had seen his pictures of Ann and he said they were probably using their imaginations as she posed with them, but I calmed down when he agreed to make sure that she never found out, smiling when I told him if she did get to know she would probably never pose for me again. It was fairly early when he dropped us off and Ann politely asked him in for a cup of tea, but as he had bought a case of his favourite wine he suggested that we try that instead. We sat chatting and enjoying wine and I risked showing him our latest photos, making my wife blush as we pointed out her best features to each other although she did laugh with us in the end.
The bottle was empty and he insisted that he opened another and after drinking more I knew I had made a bit of a pig of myself and was a little the worst for it so I slowed down. Ann was very buoyant by then and she too said she was feeling more than just tipsy but our guest smiled and said it would do us good to let our hair down once in a while. We were well down the second bottle when he suggested it would round the evening off if she would do some more posing for us, letting me take a couple of shots of her sitting naked on his knee and that would make an old man very happy. She surprised me by not blowing up and bringing the visit to an end, blushing crimson though and telling him said she had never done anything like that and she would be too embarrassed to do it. He poured her another glass and while she was drinking he asked me if I thought it was a good idea and all I could say was I was all for it but it was up to her to do it or not, she giggled and said she would do it with her undies on for a laugh but that was as far as she would go.
We two men settled for that and I set the camera up while she undressed, noting that as usual her undies did not leave much to the imagination. I took a few poses as she pranced about and then the man sat on a chair and she sat on his knee giggling so much after a couple of shots he had to put an arm round her to stop her from slipping off, then he cupped a breast as if by accident, hooking his fingers in the bra and when she wriggled again he pulled it up off her, baring her breasts. She blushed and squealed but did not move as she was so taken by surprise, he undid the clasp and it was discarded so I took another couple of shots as he half turned her and sucked on the hardening nipples. She uttered a weak protest, telling him not to be so naughty, but it was obvious she was excited by what was happening as she arched her back so that they presented an easy target for his hands and mouth as he continued to caress and suck on them and when he firmly nibbled on each nipple in turn she writhed, panted and moaned and I knew he was quickly bringing her to arousal.
I did not quite know what to do so I put the camera down and just watched as another man sexually handled my wife’s body for the first time in her life. She gave me a somewhat guilty look as she did nothing as he removed her panties so that at last she was sitting naked on his lap and she involuntarily lent back on him and slightly parted her legs as his fingers went to her vulva and sought her now swollen clitoris exciting it and making her moan and pant with continuing pleasure. He pushed a finger inside her vagina and as she squirmed against him made it two, I should have been rampant by now but the amount of wine I had consumed and the guilt I felt for being a party to all this happening to my young wife kept my penis flaccid, he on the other hand was rubbing himself against her and must have been reaching a peak of excitement at his luck.
Three of his fingers were inside her tunnel by now and she was writhing and squealing with the treatment she was receiving and as he fully stretched her vagina and pushed them in and out she had her first orgasm for him. She slipped off his knee and onto the floor with the excitement of it all and before he knelt by her side he dropped his trousers showing her that he was now rampant, she gasped, realising that he was circumcised as she tried to masturbate him, not quite knowing how to handle it but soon mastering a way of sliding her fingers over the full length of the stiff shaft and it was his turn to pant and moan with pleasure as within a couple of minutes he groaned and pulsed ejaculating thick white sticky cream all over her body.
Long spears of semen covered her tits, belly and pouting vulva and it took an age before he had emptied himself and as soon as he had finished Ann squealed and rushed out of the room and ran up stairs. It was a beaming old man that left and told me it had been a terrific evening and he hoped he would be invited back soon, volunteering to bring a porn movie to show us next time. I went upstairs and found a sobbing Ann in bed, asking me not to be angry with her for what had happened. She blamed the wine for her part in it all, saying that as soon as the man had aroused her she could not help herself and in the end had enjoyed all that he did to her and she had done to him. I told her it was ok and I had enjoyed watching them have fun and there was no real harm done as she had been willing, her orgasm had made me realise that she wanted him to do it and she could always think of it as a new experience with a man.
She blushed slightly at my reaction, realising that I had approved from the start and so she confidently asked me if I had realised how much semen he had splashed over her body before he had finished and we both ended up laughing when she admitted she would never have believed a man could ejaculate that much if she had not seen it for herself. I gave her a couple of days to reflect on what had happened before tentatively telling her of his offer to bring a naughty film if we invited him to visit again, she knew what one was but was still a little confused, blushing as I graphically described what a porn film was all about and said although she was curious and would like to watch one she did not think she should do those things with another man. I kept mentioning it over the next couple of months and in the end her curiosity got the better of her and she agreed to let me arrange it but asked me to give her a couple more weeks to get used to the idea. The man was eager and it was soon set up and I even surprised myself with the thought of how much I wanted to see if my wife could be cajoled and manipulated into having fun with photo-man a second time, having great doubts though as she did remind me more than once that nothing like the first time would ever be repeated.