11 comments/ 95073 views/ 47 favorites My Wife's Photo Session By: HGriffin I'm going to write this as my wife, Linda, retold it to me. I wasn't there and just know what happened from her account, our friend's account and from what I saw from the pictures they shot. Let me first explain that Linda and I have known Robert for several years and through a mutual interest in photography, Linda has become our favorite model. As time went on, and Linda became more comfortable, both Robert and I have taken nude photographs of her. Up until this time, I had always been present when Linda was nude with Robert, and we both had developed a trust in him to be discreet. Robert had asked Linda to pose in an outdoor setting several times and finally she agreed, assuming that I would be there as well. Just prior to the planned shooting date, I had an unscheduled business trip that came up. Rather than postpone the photo shoot, Linda and I agreed that it was alright for her to go it alone because he had seen her nude several times before and this would give her something to do while I was gone. She was looking forward to it because she always had fun being naked around Robert. Robert picked Linda up at the house as planned that morning. He had told her that she needed a few things to put on during the shoot and together they had picked out a number of items. She had those in a small airline carry-on size bag. She was wearing a loose tee top and a short skirt, not really a mini, just short. She wore a black very soft lacy bra and panty set. She wore slip-on tennis shoes. He said he had picked out several locations that he wanted to take her and they agreed that it would take most of the day to get what he wanted. Linda was in no hurry; I was out of town and we had anticipated it would take all day anyway. Linda was excited by the fact that they were going to be taking her pictures and by the fact that she would be spending the better part of the day totally naked with our friend. She said that the idea she would be alone with him was turning her on somewhat. She said that not having me there for the first time had made her look at the situation in a different light. She said she felt as if he would be seeing her for the first time. They left our home and went across town and he stopped at a friend's house where they went in and he introduced her to Brian, the man who was going to help him with the shoot. Linda was at first upset and told Robert that she didn't know there was going to be anyone else with them and especially someone who she didn't know. She wanted to cancel the shoot and come home. Robert explained that he had just talked to Brian about the photo shoot the day before and Brian had begged to come along. Linda argued that she and I had agreed to him, but not to someone else. Robert then told her that he had shown Brian some photos he had taken of her at our home, naked photos. He told her that it wasn't like he hadn't already seen her anyway. After much debate, the two men finally wore her down and she agreed to try, but if she felt too uncomfortable she would call a halt and they would bring her home. They first went to a semi-secluded lake where Robert wanted some shots of her in a small string bikini. As the shoot was to progress, she would loose first the top and then the bottom, so she knew what was coming. To start with, they didn't anticipate quite so many having the same idea to be at the lake the same day. They had to drive around and go down several side roads in order to find a place where there weren't several people already at the lake's shore. Linda insisted that she be allowed to change out of her clothes into the bikini hidden behind Robert's van. She wasn't quite ready to bare herself in front of Brian just yet. Finally they started shooting where no one else could see her. She said she was extremely nervous wearing next to nothing in front of a stranger. It wasn't long before Robert told her to slowly remove the top of her bikini so he could get various shots of it coming off. Linda said she took a deep breath and followed his directions, baring her breasts to a stranger for the first time. She said the excitement she felt of both the possibility of being seen by others at the lake and being seen by Brian made her nipples harden and stand out from her breasts. Just before he told her to loose the bottoms, a boatload of fishermen came in view and Linda stopped the shoot for that location. She put on her tee and shoes and they moved on. They moved to a state park where they hiked about a half mile down a trail where Robert had found a secluded opening in the woods and they set up there. Robert told her to take off her top and he shot only a few pictures before he told her to take the bikini bottom off. She made the decision that she might as well as Brian had already seen pictures of her naked, it was just another step to see her in person. She said she slowly slid her bikini off and stood in front of the two men completely naked. It suddenly hit her that she was not with her husband and in front of one man who had only seen her when I was around and another who she only knew for an hour or more. Plus here she was in out in the open in a wooded area with not a stitch of clothing. She said she really felt naked, not just nude. Robert told her to strike various poses and though she never got over the feeling of being exposed, she tried to relax and enjoy being seen. After all she reasoned, she really did like having men look at her while she was naked. Robert was good at telling her to imagine various scenarios to get her to move and strike poses. She was really getting into it when He suggested that Brian also get in the photos. He told her to imagine that she had been sunbathing in a secluded area and had been discovered by a passing hiker. They took pictures of him hiding from her and looking at her, as she lay naked on a blanket. He pulled out a camera and shot pictures from his hiding place. He got too bold and Linda heard him and tried to cover up. Brian overpowered her and forced her to pose for more explicit photos. Finally Robert told Brian to stand over Linda and expose his cock to her and for her to pretend that she was forced to give him a blowjob. Linda was having fun and when she was told to fake sucking Brian's cock, she commented that it was difficult to fake something like that with Robert taking such extreme close-ups. She said she did put his cock in her mouth and she closed her mouth over it, she did not then suck him. She did say that he was very erect and leaking pre-cum. Okay she admitted sliding the tongue over the head of his cock a few times. The next scenario included both men who supposedly kidnapped her and took her to the woods to torture and molest her. She got completely dressed in the clothes she wore when she left the house. Robert said he would shoot the abduction sequence later and they took up where they were forcing her to go down a wooded trail. He set up his camera on a tripod and used a remote to shoot the pictures so both he and Brian could be in the pictures. Linda said it was fun acting like she was being forced and she really got into the idea of them forcing her to do things. After going off the trail for a ways, they came to some trees with low hanging branches. They tied her hands and then threw the rope over a sturdy limb and pulled her hands and arms above her head. They made it look like she had to stand on tiptoes, but she said it was never uncomfortable. They then felt her up through her clothes, both got pictures of them touching her. They then let her down and forced her to strip in front of the. They documented each piece coming off showing both men watching her strip. Linda said she became very excited doing this. After she was naked, they shot another series of both of them touching her everywhere. She said she was embarrassed by how wet she was becoming. Next they tied her still naked between two trees, her legs spread wide and her arms spread and above her head. She said she was really wide open "down there" and while they were setting up for the pictures both men commented how much they liked seeing her so wide open. Both also softly slid their fingers along her opening and rubbed her exposed clit. They both inserted their finger up into her and got it covered with her juices. They then licked their fingers and said how sweet she tasted. She was helpless to stop them because of being tied so they had full access to her body. She said at this point, she was so into the role that she asked them to keep touching her. She said she was so close to having an orgasm that she really didn't care what they did to her. She said everything they did felt so good. She said they took dozens of pictures as they played with her breasts and nipples with their hands and mouths. They played with her pussy so completely that her inner lips swelled and her clit felt like it was on fire. They even played with her asshole, nearly driving her crazy. She said they were not only taking pictures of her erotic torture, they were enjoying playing with her private most areas. Finally they both stripped and then released her from the ropes. They shot a series where each had their cocks in her mouth. They "forced" her to take them as deep as she could, as well as licking their balls and asses. She said she actually enjoyed sucking them at this point. When I asked her if having Brian do these things to her bothered her, she said that she was so much into the role-playing that she felt like another person. She said that they were both very erect and that their cocks were throbbing from the blood engorging them. She said they were leaking so much pre-cum that it actually dripped from the ends. They both "acted" like they were fucking her, they had close-ups of their cocks at the opening of her pussy, the head spreading her inner lips, but none showing full penetration. She said that during the latter part of the shoot, she became so aroused that when they finished the "fuck" sequence, she asked them to give her relief. She said that they laid her on the blanket and with their fingers and mouths, let her climax. They also took pictures of this. She said they took quite a few other photos of her over the rest of the afternoon, mostly as she walked naked through the woods along various trails. When it came time to pack up and call it a day, Linda walked back to the van naked and stayed that way taking Brian home and back to Robert's to drop off his equipment. She rode naked back to our home and came in the house that way with Robert following. For the next 2-3 hours they related their day to me, Robert brought many of the photos they shot with him then, but said there were more to come. Some he even shot on color film that had to be sent off to be developed. Over the weeks afterward, I got more and more of what happened that day. Every so often I get a new detail from either Linda or Robert. I am pretty sure I am getting the whole story, but if there are details that they are holding back, I know it is because they are not ready to tell it yet. My Wife's Photo Session Ch. 02 Posing for naked photos hasn't been my life-long ambition, actually early on, I would have said no way, no how, but things change and attitudes change and well sometimes a person ends up doing things they didn't intend to do. Let me start off by saying this is a response to a story my husband wrote and posted earlier about how I posed naked for one of his friends. I helped him write it by supplying most of the information, you see he wasn't there and doesn't know the whole story. They say confession is good for the soul, but what they don't say is that the repercussions of the confession could wreck friendships and sometimes marriages. I guess the best way to start is to give you a bit of background of myself and my husband. My name is Linda Thomas, I am thirty years old. I am 5'6'' and weigh 130 lbs. (most of the time). My measurements are 38-26-38. My breasts are a full C to D cup. I have blue eyes, dark brunet hair that I keep long, ranging from mid-back to nearly to the back of my knees. I have an olive complexion from my French/Gypsy background. I was raised a good Catholic girl from the Midwest, thus I have all the guilt that goes along with a strict Catholic upbringing. People tell me I am beautiful and sexy, their words not mine, but I am satisfied with how I look, I didn't have a choice, I was born this way. I guess if I were asked for a redo I'd be 5'2'', blond, 34-22-34 with smaller breasts. Isn't that what every man wants? My husband is Jim, he is the love of my life, has been from the very first second I saw him. I will do anything for him, anything. That seems to be my biggest problem; I can't say no to him, I don't want to. We met in college, my freshman year, his senior. We were at some stupid party that my roommate drug me to, I didn't want to go, but my roommate didn't want to go alone. Jim was there with one of his friends because he had just ended a relationship with a longtime girlfriend. She had transferred to another university to "expand her horizons". I saw him across the room and knew from that moment that he was going to be the man I would give myself to totally. I think I actually had my first orgasm with him at that moment. I walked up to him and introduced myself and grabbed his arm telling him that he was going to be my hero because he was going to protect me from all the drunken guys who were pawing their way through the women there. We hit it off immediately, I knew we would, it was fate, he never had a chance. He took me back to my apartment that I shared with 3 other girls and we shared our first real kiss, a romantic good-night kiss. I would have given him my virginity right then and there had he asked, he was a gentleman and didn't. We were a couple from the beginning; I adopted his circle of friends or better said, they adopted me. He had a small circle of mostly male friends, some with an occasional girlfriend sprinkled in for good measure. His friends were mostly engineering/computer geek-type, smart, loyal, and after you got to know them amazingly funny. I loved them. They loved me, or I guess you could say they loved looking at me. I guess I asked for it, I became a ruthless tease. They made me feel so much different than I had felt before. I felt desirable. Jim's attitude on sex was so different from what I had been brought up to believe. I had hang-ups, the sisters at the Catholic schools I had attended brainwashed us to believe that sex with any man (including our husbands) was a dirty sin that a woman had to suffer in order to produce children. Boy, were they wrong! It didn't take Jim long before he not only was in my panties, he was deep inside me, and I loved it! He quickly taught me that my body was not dirty and that being sexy wasn't a sin and God wasn't going to strike me blind or dead if I showed a little skin, or a lot for that matter. Jim had an exhibitionist streak, or should I say he wanted me to be the exhibitionist. He was always unbuttoning my shirt or dress, lifting my skirt, pushing me to let him see just a little more for a little bit longer. He wanted me to show more skin around his friends, he prompted me to tease. I would do anything for him and when I seemed to get reactions from his friends, I began to like the feeling it gave me deep down inside me. I was a natural born show-off and exhibitionist. We got married after my junior year. Jim worked as a mechanical engineer for some big government contractor company. I don't know exactly what he does, it is classified to the point that he doesn't talk about it away from "the lab". He enjoys his work and the men he works with. Our circle of friends expanded, but still was still pretty much his circle. I don't care, I like the men around him, they are smart and think out of the box so to speak, plus they loved being around me. I loved their attention and how they looked at me. During his college years one of his hobbies was photography, the old fashioned black and white type where he took pictures with a film camera. Sure he had a digital camera, but he seemed to love to develop his own film and coax the images on paper in the darkroom. He tinkered around with color film too, but most of those he sent off to be developed. Jim started taking photos of me in the nude not long after we became a couple. At first I was horrified at the thought of anyone taking naked pictures of me. Only "bad girls" did that, but as I said before, I would do anything for Jim. He absolutely swore that they were only for him, so I gave in and took off my clothes and he took hundreds of pictures of me. Truthfully I began to enjoy it. I got so turned on having him tell me what to do, how to pose, exposing myself to the camera. He began to talk dirty to me saying things that would make me hot and imagine that I was actually posing for a photographer for naked magazines where thousands of men would see me. Little did I know that he began to show some of the pictures to a few of his friends. I would have died of embarrassment had I known then what I know now. Part of Jim's job entailed documenting various things he worked on. He not only had to keep detailed written records, he had to take pictures of what was being done. A lot of the things he recorded photographically was done with some type of special camera that shot film and needed processing in a darkroom. Jim was a natural doing this because of his hobby. It was there where he became friends with Robert who actually was a professional photographer who did publicity and advertising as well as technical work for the company they both worked for. They became fast friends and Robert soon was a frequent visitor to our home. I enjoyed him and the attention he gave me. He was always teasing me about wanting to photograph me and make me rich and famous so he could steal me away from Jim. I could tell he wanted to see my body; he practically fell over his tongue whenever I would lean over and show a little more cleavage or show more leg than usual. Otherwise what he did was constantly try to see my breasts or look up my skirt. Jim encouraged me to show more and more, it turned both of us on and became a topic of many of our love making fantasies. He would tell me how much Robert would go on about how beautiful he thought I was and how lucky Jim was to have me. He would also tell me how excited he got when he saw Robert looking at my cleavage or up my skirt. He would encourage me to show him a little nipple now and then or let him see my panties. After a while the thought of exposing myself to him became intoxicating, I actually started to want to do it, and I did. The thrill of letting another man see me made me crazy with lust. I don't know the particulars of how it got started but somehow Jim let it be known to Robert that he had several photos of me that were not for general viewing. Robert practically begged Jim to show them to him. Knowing Jim as I do, he set Robert up with full intentions of showing me off to him. So after much persuasion Jim started showing him a few at a time, always getting more graphic as they were offered up. It wasn't long before Robert knew my body as well as anyone. But at that time he was only seeing pictures and an occasional flash that I furnished. You see I didn't know at first that Robert had seen any of my photos. I can just imagine what Robert was thinking when he stopped by to visit. I know I felt that he was looking at me like I was naked standing in front of him. Actually he probably was seeing me like I was in the photos. His looks seemed to trigger a tingle deep down in my belly. It seemed that I was constantly wet down there. During Jim and my love making fantasy talk, he started suggesting that he show Robert some of my pictures, Just a few, ones that didn't show much. He said that Robert had caught glimpses of my nipples and had seen up my skirt to my panties already, and that we both knew that Robert was dying to see just a "little bit more". I was appalled at first, but Jim persisted and eventually the thought of him seeing some of my nude pictures began to turn me on. I finally gave my permission to show him some of the milder ones knowing he was actually going to see my whole naked body. The more we talked about it and the more I thought about it, the wetter I got and the more excited I became. I started having daydreams about another man seeing my naked pictures. It seemed that I was in a constant state of arousal. A few days later Jim told me he had shown Robert a few dozen of my pictures. I felt both embarrassed and excited at the same time. My heart was beating so fast I thought I would pass out. I asked Jim what Robert had said and he told me that Robert was like a kid at Christmas. He said he held each picture for a long time and remarked how he wished he could see and photograph the real thing. He said that Robert kept going back to the ones that showed full frontal of me and said he would love to "eat that pussy until she screamed." Jim told me that he told Robert that "maybe someday he could really see me." Jim was already planning the next step. I asked Jim if Robert had a hard-on looking at my pictures, and he laughed and said that he couldn't have hid his hard-on if his life depended on it. It must have hurt because it was so hard. My imagination went wild thinking about that. A few days later I came home and Jim was sitting in our living room having a beer. When I walked in Robert was blushing and seemed a bit uncomfortable. I guessed he was embarrassed about seeing my pictures, I don't know why, I was the one exposed in the pictures. I admit I had a lump in my throat and didn't know exactly what to say. I went in the kitchen to get myself a glass of wine and when I returned I noticed Robert slide something between the side of his chair and his leg. He had the look of someone who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I also noticed that he had a full on erection that he was unsuccessfully trying to hide. Suddenly I realized that I had caught them looking at my pictures again. I must have turned the brightest red anyone could. I excused myself saying I had a few things to do as I quickly retreated to our bedroom. I rushed to the bedroom and sat on the bed, embarrassed, excited and so wet I could feel my panties soaking through. I wanted to die, I wanted to run back to the living room at the same time. I wanted to watch Robert look at my pictures and hear what he thought. My heart was pounding so hard I had roaring in my ears. I literally gulped my wine to try to stop my shaking. Jim came into the room and sat beside me and asked if I was okay. I asked if he was showing him my pictures and he said yes. I told him I didn't know how I felt, but I was sure that I couldn't face Robert. Jim kissed me tenderly and said that Robert was so excited about looking at her pictures again that he was having trouble keeping from cumming in his pants. He said he thought he was going to have a heart attack when I walked in the door and came into the room only seconds after he had seen my pictures. Jim told him that I knew he was looking at the pictures and that I had given my permission to show them to him. He them took my hands and pulled me to my feet and said that I had to face Robert eventually so it might as well be now. I let Jim lead me back in front of Robert who was sitting in front of a coffee table with maybe 25 pictures spread out in front of him. They were all of me and all totally naked. Robert told me that he could not believe how beautiful I looked in the photos and that I had the body that should be naked all the time. He told me that I shouldn't be embarrassed about being seen, that he had just had one of his dreams come true, that of seeing naked pictures of someone he knew and really cared for. Jim handed me another glass of wine and I must have chugged it down because I remember Jim handing me a third glass as well. By the time the third glass was gone and I was working on my forth, I began to relax and enjoy the compliments Robert and Jim were showering me with. I guess I didn't notice Jim's suggestions to relax and get comfortable. I just kept noticing that Robert was looking at the pictures and at me and saying sexy things about how hot I looked and how looking at them with me there made him want to see more. The next thing I realized was that Jim had unbuttoned my shirt well below my breasts and was running his finger in the cleavage between them along the edges of my bra, it felt so good, I knew he wanted to show my breasts, I actually wanted him to. I closed my eyes and leaned into Jim and I felt him unfasten the last two buttons and begin to run his hands up my sides opening my shirt and then sliding it off my shoulders. He whispered how much he loved me and how beautiful I was and that he wanted to show Robert how beautiful I was. I didn't care, I would do anything he asked. I was lost in a feeling in my loins that just wanted to be released. I rationalized that Robert had seen me around the pool in much smaller bikini tops plus the fact there were pictures laid out in front of us with me totally naked, what more was there to see? Jim moved behind me, I now faced Robert, and Jim reached around my front and cupped my breasts. He reached the front clasp and as I sighed he unfastened it and slowly pulled the cups away exposing me to our friend. My nipples were so hard they hurt, I couldn't move I wanted to cover myself but knew I wouldn't. I knew what Jim wanted and I was a willing participant letting him do what he wished. Inside I wanted this too; I just didn't know how to handle the conflicting emotions. My mind screamed that this was so wrong, but in Jim's hands my body screamed to go on. I put myself in his hands, whatever he wanted. I stood there in front of Robert, topless, letting him look; he smiled and softly said how beautiful I was. I wanted him to look at me, to see my bare breasts, my hard nipples. Jim's hands moved behind me and I felt him loosen the button at the top of my skirt, then felt as he slid the zipper down. The skirt loosened and Jim slid it down over my hips and let it drop to the floor. I stepped out of it and kicked it aside. I now stood in front of my husband and another man wearing only a thin pair of panties. My pussy was so hot and wet; I know that there was a wet spot down there. I felt like there was a vibrator set on high buzzing away uncontrolled. I wanted to grab myself and shove my fingers up inside me. I wanted to rub my clit and cum, just cum until I passed out. I had to force myself to breathe; everywhere Jim touched me I felt an electrical charge. I wasn't sure how much longer I could stand, I thought at any moment my knees would buckle and I would fall. And Robert just sat in front of me and looked, looked at my breasts, looked at my panty covered pussy, looked at me standing not two feet in front of him nearly naked. And I wanted him to look, I wanted him to see me, I wanted to be totally naked because I knew Jim wanted me to be naked standing there in front of his friend. I wanted it too. Finally Jim whispered softly in my ear that it was okay and he lowered his hands to each side of my hips and ran his finger under the waistband of my panties and slowly, ever so slowly slid my panties to the floor. I stepped out of them and now stood completely and totally naked in front of a man who was not my husband. My husband whom I would do anything for, die for, let him do anything he wanted to me, a man I loved so deeply that I would have whored for him if he asked, had stripped every stitch of clothing from me just because he wanted another man to see parts of me that only a husband should see. And I wanted it to happen too, oh God did I want it to happen. I was feeling things that I didn't know existed. I couldn't believe I was allowing Robert to see me this way, he was looking at my exposed pussy. He was close enough to see my wet pubic hair. A woman will show her breasts without much hesitation, but showing her pubic region is much more personal. I had always felt that showing my pubic hair was one of the most personal and intimate things I could do. And yet there I was letting him look at me and I made no movement to cover myself. Deep inside I knew I wanted him to see me, to look at my pussy and remember what it looked like. I knew that in my aroused state that my inner lips were puffed out and my clit was protruding. I knew I had produced enough liquid that my hair was slick and matted. I knew he could smell my arousal. I was a woman in heat and I wanted him to see me this way. I had to do something so without being told, because I knew what Jim wanted, I told Robert that he could touch me. Still seated, he leaned forward and touched one of my nipples. It was like an electrical spark, I jumped. He touched the other nipple, so softly that if I hadn't been watching, I wouldn't have felt it. But again I jumped as his finger made contact. He took both nipples between his thumb and forefinger and gently pinched. I was so sensitive that I let out a little cry, not of pain but from lust. He stopped and quickly apologized, I could only say "No, it's okay, don't stop." He went back to my breasts, touching, gently pinching, pulling my nipples, lifting my whole breast, touching as if to memorize how they felt when he had left me and gone home. Finally he left my breasts and slowly worked his way down my chest, to my tummy and finally to the top of my pubic hair. He wove his fingers through my hair, up away from my mound. And then he reached the top of my cleft, I moaned as he slid down to where the wetness began. I opened my legs slightly giving him easier access. I whispered to him, "Touch me there." I nearly cried as he slowly inserted his middle finger fully in my pussy and then slid it upward to make contact with my clit. He then took his finger out of me and licked my juice from it. He repeated this over and over until I thought I would go crazy. I couldn't take any more and looked at Jim and all but begged him to let me go to my bedroom. Jim shook his head and said that I had done enough tonight. He told me I could go and he would be there shortly as soon as he said goodnight to Robert. Robert stood and kissed me, a full open mouth kiss, not a quick peck on the lips like he usually did. He whispered to me as he held me close that I was a dream come true tonight. He thanked me and said he hoped that I wouldn't hate him tomorrow. When Robert had gone and Jim joined me in the bed, I didn't know if he would be mad that I let Robert touch me so intimately. When he stripped and I saw his erection and he kissed me and then entered me, I knew he had wanted to see me do what I had done. He seemed bigger than I had ever seen him. It took only his entering me in one swift thrust to trigger the first of several orgasms I was wracked with that night. We fucked and talked about how we felt and what was next. I loved Jim so much; I swore that I would let him do whatever he wanted because that is what I wanted too. My Wife's Photo Session Ch. 02 The next day I didn't dress at all, I wanted to be naked for my man, He teased me saying that he was going to call Robert to come over, I just told him that he had already seen me so if he wanted to, to go ahead. He didn't, instead we made love so often that by late that night we were both so sore that we couldn't take any more, so we just snuggled and held each other naked and in love. Over the next couple of months, Robert came over a couple of times a week or we would go to his place. Sometimes Jim would have me strip naked sometimes not. I began to feel almost comfortable around him. Sometimes he and Jim would get their cameras out and I would pose for them, I would always end up sexed and ready to fuck as soon as Robert walked out the door. I still became aroused by the mere thought of some man other than Jim seeing me so intimately. I felt wicked. Eventually the conversation got around to Robert wanting me to model for him without Jim bring there. They must have been talking about it because Jim brought it up to me during our fantasy talk. He casually mentioned that Robert had mentioned it and Jim wanted to know what I thought. I loved it when they both were taking pictures of me, but I felt safe knowing Jim was there. The idea of going alone with Robert scared the hell out of me, but it also made my pussy tingle. The more Jim talked about it the hotter I got until a crashing orgasm swept over me and I told him I would do whatever he wanted. If he wanted me to pose naked for Robert without him, I would. The next time Robert came by, I agreed to be his model, naked alone, without Jim, and would pose however he wished. It didn't happen right away, I was surprised that something that Robert and Jim wanted didn't occur the next day; instead it was over a month later. I know Jim was excited about it, every time we made love, the topic of our fantasy talk was about my being alone with Robert. Jim would ask me questions about how I felt and what I wanted to do and what I would do in various situations. I'll admit that the idea grew more intriguing as I let my imagination take over. I know it seems illogical, but the idea of my being controlled by another man set my imagination wild. I kept thinking how totally wrong this would be. There was no way that I should be letting someone other than my husband even see me naked, but here I was going to not only let him see me naked, he was going to take pictures of me, and without my husband being there to protect me. He was going to tell me to strip in front of him, he was going to tell me to spread my legs and open myself so he could see my most private parts. God knows how close he will be when he records what I will be showing. What if he touches me, I know he will. What should I do? What will I do? I couldn't truthfully answer Jim's questions because I didn't know what I was going to do. I only know that I felt an overwhelming sense of fear and excitement. I was so turned on by the thought of being totally helpless to control what happened. I couldn't wait for that day to come, yet I dreaded it just as much. I just seemed to walk around in a constant state of arousal. Jim just had to touch me and I was ready to fuck. I began to wear less and less around the house; I'd be naked even when Jim wasn't there to see me. I'd meet him at the door naked; I'd open the door just as he got there and give him a passionate kiss. I didn't care if the neighbors saw me, deep down inside I think I wanted them to. He loved for me to be naked or nearly so. It seemed like we were fucking all the time. And always the conversation got around to what I was going to do. I can only imagine what Jim and Robert were talking about. Jim never once said that they talked about it. It was as if they just brought it up to see if I would agree to do it and after I did agree, they dropped the subject. I know they must have talked about it, they just had to. How does one man offer his wife to another man and not discuss what will happen? And how does a man take another man's wife with the only intention to have her strip naked so he can take pictures of her. How can a husband let his wife be alone with the other man knowing that she will be totally and completely exposed naked for hours? They had to have been talking about it; they just had to have been. I wish Jim would let me in on their plans. When I asked him, he just said that they really hadn't talked about it and that Robert was making arrangements, getting things together and would let me know when he was ready. The anticipation was killing me. Finally Robert called on a Wednesday and asked if I would be ready for our photo shoot the following Saturday. I had no excuse I could use to not do it so I agreed. I asked what I should wear or bring along, and he told me that he wanted to shoot most of the photos outdoors and that I should wear a loose flowing skirt and a blouse that buttoned in the front. He said to wear underwear. He also told me to pack another outfit of my shortest skirt and tube top, also my smallest bikini and a sexy nightie. I was dying as he told me what I was going to wear, or rather what I was going to strip off on front of him. I realized that the act of stripping would be the hardest. It was like a sign of surrendering to him. I was up early Saturday morning, I was so nervous and excited I couldn't think straight. I showered, shaved my legs, arm pits and touched up my pubic hair along my bikini line. When I dressed I forgot what I was supposed to wear and instead put on underwear, a short skirt, and a loose tee shirt, and tennis shoes. I tried to eat but couldn't swallow, my mouth and throat was dry. Instead I had 3 glasses of mimosa, light on the OJ and heavy on the bubbly. That helped calm me down. Jim helped some too, he seemed to hover over me, giving me hugs and soft kisses and reassuring me that it was okay and that he wanted me to just relax, let go and have fun. After all Robert had seen me naked several times and had shot some nudes of me before. Just this time would be a little different because he wouldn't be there. He really didn't have to remind me of that fact, and it wasn't all that little to me. All too soon Robert showed up, acting like this was something we did every day. He was cheerful and teasing trying to get me to relax and into the spirit of the occasion. I guess with Jim's assurance, Robert's enthusiasm, and the glasses of mimosa, I started to relax and see this as an exciting sexy adventure. We loaded my little bag, with my clothes changes, makeup and brushes, and a dozen other personal things that I have no idea why I packed because I'd never use, into his van and with one last long kiss from Jim to the condemned woman, we were off. The last thing Jim said to me was to follow his directions and everything would be okay. Robert talked a mile a minute telling me what he had in mind and where we were going. I listened in silence, my throat dry, my pussy wet. My pussy was on fire, my nipples were so hard they hurt I felt like a whore in lust. I was ashamed of myself for being so turned on with anticipation. This was it; I was actually going to do it. For Jim, I kept telling myself, for Jim. I knew better, I wanted to do it too, just to see what it felt like. Robert pointed out a cooler he had packed; he told me that there were several bottles of sparkling wine and some water to drink. I reached in and got a bottle of wine, I needed some fortification. I drank straight from the bottle. It helped. I giggled. I must have zoned out in my fantasy world because all of a sudden we were parked in the drive at someone's house and Robert was out and opened my door telling me to get out and come in with him. He said he wanted me to meet his friend Brian. What was this, we were supposed to be going to take naked pictures of me not go visiting friends. We went in and Robert made the introductions, telling Brian that this was who he had been talking about. My heart was in my throat, just what had he been talking about? He then turned to me and said that Brian was going to help him today with the photos. I was flabbergasted, there was no mention about someone else, and no way was I going to let him expose me to a total stranger. I told him in no uncertain terms that it wasn't going to happen. Robert told me that he had cleared it with Jim (a lie) and he assumed I knew about Brian (I didn't). He also informed me that Brian had already seen all the photos he had previously taken so there was nothing to hide. I was floored, had Jim really known about Brian and deceived me? I remembered his last words to me as we left, "Follow his directions." Was he telling me to do this? My heart sank; I realized I would do anything Robert told me to do. I'd do anything Jim wanted and if this was what he wanted then I'd do it, for him, anything. I tried half-heartedly to talk my way out of it, but I knew I would do it. Finally I agreed with the provision that if I felt uncomfortable we would stop. How much more uncomfortable could I be I told myself? Brian didn't seem to be too bad after all. He seemed to be a little shy, he didn't talk much, I had to keep asking him questions. He certainly wasn't bad looking, tall, well built, nice face, not the looks one would picture for a techie nerd. I felt a little uncomfortable because he never seemed to take his eyes off me, or should I say my breasts. With a few more gulps of wine from the bottle, I guessed he was just nervous and anxious about seeing me naked. I laughed to myself, and he was nervous? I was the one going to be naked. We first went to a local lake, Robert wanted some water shots with me in (and out of) a bikini. There were so many people there, it being a Saturday and all; we had to drive around until we finally found a secluded spot. I insisted he and Brian let me change into my bikini without them looking. I wasn't ready to be on display just yet. Robert said he wanted some shots of me in and by the water, first with the bikini on, then topless and then completely naked. I kept telling myself I could do this, even though the bikini was tiny, it at least covered my nipples, and just a little bit more. The bottoms hid all my pubic hair and most of my butt. Why had I decided on this one? I had others that were larger. When Robert told me to lose the top, he might as well have told me to jump off a cliff, I died. I stalled as long as I could but knew I'd have to eventually expose myself to these two men. Where was Jim when I needed him? And to make matters worse, that familiar tingle had started down there. I was turned on, I admit it, I was sexually excited and getting more so as the fact hit me that I was going to expose myself to these two men neither of which were my husband. I took a breath and lost my top. Robert smiled and documented my slow removal and finally my breasts making their command appearance. Brian didn't breathe, he didn't move, he didn't take his eyes off my naked breasts. I didn't know what was worse, exposing myself to a complete stranger, or being so out in the open with the possibility of being discovered by others at the lake. Robert never stopped talking, giving me directions, telling me how to pose. The camera never stopped clicking. Finally he told me to lose my bottoms. I was resigned to the fact that it was going to happen so I decided to not prolong my agony I made up my mind to just do it and get it over with. I had my fingers under the ties on the side ready to slide them off when a boatload of fishermen rounded the point that concealed the spot we were in. I know they saw me, they were maybe a hundred yards away, but to a half-naked woman that is way too close. I covered my breasts with my hands and ran (and bounced way too much) my way back to the shelter of the van. When the two caught up with me I told them I was uncomfortable here and if we were going to continue it would have to be somewhere more private. I probably looked silly standing there half-naked with my hard nipples sticking out and a barely there bikini bottom telling them I was uncomfortable. Brian begrudgingly handed me my tee shirt and they loaded the equipment in the van and left for the next location. I sat in front on the passenger side working on the wine, I needed more fortification. We next went to a state park where we walked down a trail for what seemed forever before arriving at a small opening just a ways off a trail. It seemed secluded enough. I felt a lot safer. The first bottle of wine was history; a second was being worked on. Robert set up the scenario that I was sunbathing alone and he would tell me what to do. I removed my shoes and then the tee shirt and started posing. I could do this, it isn't so bad, and actually I was beginning to have some fun. Robert really did make posing fun; he almost made me forget that I was nearly naked, almost. When he told me to take off my bottoms, I told myself that had it not been for the fishermen interrupting us earlier, I would already be totally naked by now. I took a long draw from the wine bottle and slid my bikini off my hips and stepped out of it and tossed it to Brian who was staring at my pussy. He missed the bottoms and they hit him in the face. If I hadn't been so overwhelmed by the realization that I now stood there completely naked it would have been funny. Robert wouldn't let me dwell on my condition for long, he put me to work posing and I did enjoy being there naked, even with Brian who seemed more of a spectator than a helper. Okay I was naked and they both had inspected all my private parts and I was getting turned on and enjoying myself. Embarrassed, yes. Turned on, yes, hot wet, belly tied up in knots, pussy throbbing wanting my husband there so I could wantonly fuck him, yes! I loved the attention I was getting, loving the fact that they were looking at my wet pussy. The wine made it easier to accept. Robert told me that he wanted to develop a story between Brian and me. He said to imagine myself here sunbathing naked alone when a hiker (Brian) stumbles upon my hiding place and voyeurs me from hiding. I wasn't too happy about including Brian in any of my pictures, but the story sounded exciting in a wicked way. Another hit on the wine and I was ready. I lay on my back as Robert posed Brian so it looked like he was spying on me. He shot from my angle showing me close up and Brian in the background and then from Brian's perspective. Robert kept up his narrative on how the scenario evolved. Finally I was to discover my voyeur and try (unsuccessfully) to cover myself. Brian was to look like he overpowered me. This required his grabbing and holding me and Robert told me to try to break away from him. Neither of us tried too hard, but still Brian was touching me more than I wanted so as I tried harder to limit contact, the more he grabbed places to hold me. Finally both of us sweating, Robert told us to stop. I was dying of thirst, I hit the wine and Brian took a bottle of water from the cooler and drank that. Next Brian was given a small camera and we were told that he was forcing me to pose for explicit photos. I don't know for sure, but I think he was really taking pictures. Robert was still directing us and capturing the story in pictures. Robert next told Brian to drop his pants and pull out his cock and pretend to force me to suck him. Now here on is where my story deviates from what I have been telling Jim. First of all I objected to Robert that I hadn't agreed to this, but he reminded and assured me that Jim had agreed and expected me to do this. I felt trapped and confused, I didn't want to do this, but something inside me wanted to continue, I rationalized that I was doing it to please Jim, another gulp of wine, end of bottle two. I gave up and opened my mouth. Brian didn't just drop his pants, he took everything off. I must admit he wasn't half bad looking and in really good shape. His equipment was nice too. He was fully erect and his cock throbbed with his heartbeat. Precum quickly formed at the tip and dripped off leaving a long sticky thread. He shoved it in my mouth forcing me to swallow and thus close my mouth. He reached around and held the back of my head and continued to slide his erection in and out of my mouth. This was no fake blowjob, this was for real. Brian was so excited that he didn't last a minute and I felt his cock swell and he stiffened and shot his cum in my mouth and down my throat. Robert caught every second of the show, even the cum dripping out of the sides of my mouth. I finally broke away from Brian's grip and fell back coughing and gagging trying to get rid of any cum that I hadn't been swallowed. Robert caught it all. I grabbed the third bottle of wine and washed my mouth out. I swallowed the wine, why waste good wine? I stumbled to my feet, now from the wine and the heat, I was drunk. I called them both fucking bastards and had full intentions of stopping the shoot and going home, even if I had to walk all the way naked. Smooth talking Robert calmed me down and with his arms around me stroking my back and ass, he apologized and said that he would delete those shots and Jim wouldn't have to know that I had given Brian a blowjob. Given him a blowjob, hell he had raped my face. He told me to completely dress in my underwear, long skirt and blouse. He wanted to do another story. To my drunken fuzzy logic, I thought that sounded good. He told me that we were going to pretend that I had been kidnaped and taken to a wooded area where my captors would bind and strip me. I was so far gone that for some reason it sounded exciting. My pussy still ached and I needed release. Robert set up his camera as Brian and I put on our clothes. I didn't want to look at him, but somehow seeing his cock dangling between his legs made me want to taste it again. When he looked at me while I was still completely naked, I had to squeeze my legs together to keep from shoving my fingers up inside me. Robert set his camera to take a picture every 5 seconds or so and on a tripod pointing down the trail. We walked down the trail and then back towards the camera. I was between the two men and they were holding me as if to be forcing me to go with them. Robert told me to struggle like I was trying to get away. The camera clicked as we struggled towards it. When we reached it, we stopped and he turned the camera 180 degrees to take our pictures as we walked away from it. I was struggling again. We moved to an area further off the trail to some trees with low branches. They tied my hands and then threw the rope over the overhead branches and pulled my arms up to where I was standing almost tip toe. I was living the fantasy abduction and the thought made me feel wicked. It was like watching a bad "B" movie. Next they set up the camera and began to touch me all over through my clothes; I was on fire I wanted this to happen. I begged them to stop that it was making me too excited, but they kept it up. I was drenched with sweat from the struggle and them touching me. You could see my underwear through the wet blouse and skirt. Finally they let me down to rest. I drank more wine to quench my thirst. Before I could fully recover they tied a rope to each wrist and walked me between two trees. They threw the ropes up and over a branch from each tree and pulled my arms so I had to stand like a "Y" stretched between the two trees. Next they tied each ankle and pulled my feet apart and tied the ropes to the bases of the trees. I was now stretched in a "X". The whole process was documented on camera. I couldn't move if I had wanted to. I still had my clothes on, but not for long. They both started feeling me all over paying close attention to my breasts and my panty covered pussy. I begged them to stop, but they wouldn't. It felt so good, I just wanted release. This wasn't fair, I was on fire, I wanted them to stop teasing me and release and let me relive myself. At this stage I was willing to let them watch me do it. My Wife's Photo Session Ch. 02 Robert leaned in close to my ear and whispered that he would buy me new clothes if I let him cut off what I had on. I didn't care what he did at that point and the thought of him cutting my clothes off nearly drove me over the edge. He reassured me that he would be careful. I told him yes, cut off my clothes. So slowly while recording the action, Robert proceeded to cut off each piece one at a time. He started with my blouse, cutting the buttons and then each arm so he could remove it. Then he cut off the skirt leaving me in a bra and soaked panties. Brian played with me driving me crazy, I didn't care anymore. Next he cut off my bra and they both teased my nipples until they were so sensitive I begged them to stop, my pleas fell on deaf ears. Finally they cut off my panties, leaving me stark naked tied spread eagle between two trees. They then began to touch me. They both stripped and proceeded to stick their fingers deep inside me, they pulled on my inner lips and pinched my clit, they licked me and bit my nipples. Finally while still tied, they pushed their cocks deep inside me, fucking me standing while I was tied and begging them to not stop. I needed this so badly. I don't know how many I orgasms I had, it seemed like one long continuous orgasm. I know I passed out and woke back up still hanging there. Finally they cut me down and took turns fucking me, I begged them to fuck my pussy, I was on fire and needed relief. They made me touch them, hold their erect shafts and cup their balls. I kissed them all over. As soon as one finished inside me, the other shoved into me, I cleaned their cocks off when they pulled out of my spunk overflowing pussy. I wanted to taste their nasty sperm. They must have cum inside me 3 times each I cleaned them more times than that. All the time they kept taking pictures. I became a sex crazed animal. Finally I must have passed out completely because when I finally came back to my senses, I was laying naked on a blanket and Robert, still naked himself, was washing my face with cool water and a wash cloth. He gently washed my face, and down my neck and chest. He gently wiped what must have been sweat mixed with cum from my breasts, tummy and finally very gently washed my pussy and asshole. It felt so good having him pour the cold water all over my well used pussy. I was still feeling the effects of all the wine, but was more coherent than I had been for hours. When he asked how I was feeling, I honestly told him I was ashamed by what I had done. I told him that I didn't know how I was going to explain this to Jim. He said maybe we shouldn't tell him the whole story, not just yet, maybe a little at a time. The rest of the afternoon in the woods passed uneventful, we Robert and Brian shot more of me as I walked naked through the woods, sometimes on the trails, sometimes by a small stream we came upon. We talked about what I would say and what photos we would show Jim. We decided to initially show him the photos of me tied and being teased with my clothes on and then some of the ones where they had their cocks close to or just in my mouth and pussy. We had to shoot some less graphic ones to give us what we needed. That meant that I again was sucking them. They got over stimulated and came in my mouth each again. I didn't really mind, with what I had done previously, what more harm was done? I let them dictate what I needed to do. We reshot the fuck scenes too, with their cocks just at the entrance of my pussy; they ended up fucking me again too. We would hold back the clothes cutting and the fingering and graphic fucking and sucking shots. That was more than I could stand to reveal just yet. We would only reveal the simulated ones at first. Robert said he could put together a fast group to show Jim in no time. We agreed to go back to his place and edit the shots. I was just too exhausted to dress other than my tennis shoes; I just drug my weary body one step at a time back to Robert's van. I road back to his place naked and even got out and walked to his door naked. I even left my shoes in his van. I didn't care. Brian and Robert quickly got to work. I sat and drank water trying to rehydrate myself, after a while I asked to use Robert's shower and scrubbed myself clean of dirt, sweat, and cum. All my clothes were still in Robert's van so I just stayed naked, what more could I show them? It was almost beginning to feel normal. As normal as one could feel after what I had allowed to happen. I heard a car stop in front of the house and suddenly panicked when someone knocked on the door. Before I could grab anything or run to another room Robert called out to come on in the door was open. I froze standing in the middle of the room as someone I had met before, but didn't really know walked into the room. Robert quickly came up to me and placed his hand on my back essentially stopping any idea of my turning and running from the room. He said to me that this was his friend, Walt, from work and he had called to have him help edit the photos. If he worked with Robert, then he worked with Jim. Jim had never mentioned Walt and I know he had never mentioned our little hobby of nude photography. Now another total stranger was looking at my naked body and was going to see the fuck session I had just done with Robert and Brian. I was dead, My life was over, I would never be able to look at any of Jim's working associates again wondering if they knew what I had done or if they had seen any of the pictures. Walt walked up to me and took my hand and said that we had met a couple of times before but had never really talked enough to be called friends. He then turned to Robert and told him that he had understated how sexy I was and had he known how good I looked he would have insisted on being included on the photo shoot. He then turned and looked me up and down. If I hadn't already been naked I'd say he was undressing me with his eyes. Robert broke in and told Walt that he hadn't invited him over to stare an me, but to help him get a job done quickly because he had to get the pictures sorted between shows and no-shows before he took me back home to Jim. The mention of Jim made my heart stop. Dear God, what was I going to tell Jim? I wondered about Walt's remark about discussing me. How long have I been the topic of their conversations? How much did he know before today? How many others were there? Walt started through the photos and would occasionally let out an oath like "Holy shit!" or "Oh My God!" or "No Fucking Way!" I could only stand there and watch him see every inch of me up close and in full living color. Eventually Walt said, "Done!" He continued to look at the more explicit of the photos primarily focusing on the ones where I was being double teamed by both Brian and Robert. He apparently liked looking at my mouth and pussy being filled at the same time. He also dwelled on the ones showing cum dripping from my mouth and pussy. I couldn't believe what I had allowed to happen and now a man I hardly knew was looking at how I had degraded myself. Finally Walt stood, not even trying to hide his erection and walked to me. "You know it is going to be really hard to keep this secret." I asked exactly what he meant, already dreading what he was going to say. He said that just because the photos were way above what he expected and how they would ruin my life or Jim's, he thought I would be open to a little "payment "to guarantee he doesn't let anything slip. I knew I was being blackmailed, but what could I do? After all here I was standing there stark naked in Robert's house with Brian and Walt there, all three editing hundreds of pictures of me naked, fucking and sucking like a wanton whore. I asked what he wanted and he lowered his pants and said that a blowjob would be nice. I went to my knees and sucked his engorged member into my mouth. Using my mouth, my lips, and my tongue and cupping his balls in my hands I had him empting his balls in less than 5 minutes. I swallowed his cum and as I stood I opened my mouth to show him it was all swallowed. He reached for my breasts and caught each of my nipples and pinched harder than he had to while staring into my eyes. I stared back never letting him know how much he was hurting my nipples. He finally released one and lowered that hand to my pussy and spreading my legs slid his finger along my slit until he found my clit. He rubbed it a couple of times and then lowered his finger and slid it up into me. I was nearly dry and sore from the days fucking so I made a soft cry and pulled away from him telling him I was too sore to fuck him. He said he would take a rain-check, smiled, pulled up his pants, and left. We loaded ourselves back in Robert's van; I was still naked as I walked from his house to where he parked at the curb in front of his house. I was physically and emotionally drained, in a word I felt like shit. I felt violated and worthless and didn't care if I was seen or not. We dropped Brian off at his place first and then Robert took me home. On the way we discussed what we would tell Jim and what we would conveniently leave out for the time being. I had full intentions to reveal everything that happened, but not all at once. I was too ashamed and afraid to tell the whole story right then. I was afraid Jim would be so disgusted with me that he would kick me out of the house and divorce me immediately. I couldn't really blame him. I was also afraid he would kill Robert and Brian. I didn't want to spend the rest of my life with him in prison because of what I had allowed to happen. I loved him so much; I just hoped he would still love me after what happened. I blamed Robert for taking advantage of both Jim and me. I also rationalized that he was a man who let his cock control his brain. I blamed Jim for encouraging me to do it. Mostly I blamed myself for agreeing, for getting drunk out of my mind and mostly for wanting, needing, and enjoying what happened. No matter how my heart felt, deep in my core, I still tingled when I remembered. That's why I was still riding around naked with Robert. We drove up the driveway, Robert pulled as close to the front door as he could, assuming I was going to go in the house still naked. I got out and told him to bring my things in for me. I took a deep breath, put on the happiest face as I could and walked in the door. Jim was standing there waiting for me. He looked a little surprised that I was still naked. I was determined not to break down, just yet. I fell in his arms and kissed him like it was for the last time, maybe it would be. Robert came in with my clothes and a couple of disks with the pictures he had made of the digital images. We were going to tell our story and show him the results. I went to the kitchen to get us all drinks; I certainly needed some liquid courage. I suspected Robert did too. Jim would need something when he saw his wife being used. Jim set up his computer and plugged it into the wide screen high definition TV. We were going to see things nearly life size. Why not, how much worse could things be? Just what I wanted, naked in hi-def. and in living color. Robert broke the news to Jim about Brian being with us. Based on Jim's surprised reaction, I knew Robert had lied to me about Jim knowing and approving ahead of time. Jim was taken back at first but I could tell the idea of my being exposed to a total stranger turned him on. One hurdle overcome. Robert showed the lake photos and told how we were interrupted in mid shoot by a boatload of fishermen. He even had a few shots of the men seeing me as I ran from the water to the shelter of the van. I realized they were closer than I thought and saw more of me than I had assumed. Jim said it was too bad they weren't a bit later and would have seen me naked. He questioned me how I felt taking my clothes of in front of Brian for the first time. I was honest and told him that it was both embarrassing and exciting at the same time. He asked if I liked it and I said yes, probably too much so. He seemed pleased. Another hurdle down. Next we told him about the move to and voyeur scenario. As we looked at those pictures, we soon got to where I was finally totally naked and then where Brian became an active participant. The struggle scene seemed almost too real; Brian's handling my sweaty body and eventually overpowering me sent thrills through my body again. Jim seemed totally mesmerized by the photos. His erection was impossible to ignore. I found myself being stimulated and getting wet as I relived the scene again. Finally the simulated blowjob photos were shown; thank God the real ones were left out. As it was I was shocked that the reshoot sequence still showed that I had Brian's cock fully in my mouth and it really looked like I was sucking him. I'm glad that the real outcome wasn't included. Next we went through the abduction scenario, my struggle against both Brian and Robert, being tied, touched and grouped, and finally stripped. When the photos showed both Robert and Brian naked with me and their "simulated" rape, I couldn't stand it any longer and my fingers found my swollen clitoris. As we looked at the close ups of their cocks in my mouth and at the entrance of my pussy, I rubbed myself to a shattering climax. Much to the pleasure to Jim and Robert, I became the focus of their attention even more so than the display on the TV screen. My heart was pounding in my chest, sweat was dripping from my nipples ,my pubic hair wet and matted, my clit and inner lips swollen and so sensitive I felt like I was being shocked by electricity. I felt more excitement than shame. I had just openly masturbated in front of Jim and another man. I didn't care anymore and Jim seemed to enjoy seeing me do it. Robert definitely enjoyed it. Jim smiled and remarked that he saw that I had enjoyed that scenario. Little did he know just how true he was. So far he didn't seem upset. Another hurtle down. Maybe I would live through this, for the time being at least. Finally there were dozens of posed shots of me as I wandered through the woods and waded in the stream. Nothing to be ashamed of, actually the type that I thought we were originally going to shoot. They were actually quite good. Robert was a pretty good photographer after all. Why couldn't he have been satisfied with doing that type only? Would I have been satisfied doing only those? Now that I had tasted the sins of my body could I ever be satisfied with less? *********************************************************************************** It's been three months since the photo shoot. Jim and I have seldom made love without talking about it. He seems obsessed with wanting to know every detail of what I did and how I felt. I've tried to feed him little bits of new information each time. We give him a few new pictures every so often, some artistic, some showing more graphic sex. I think he knows Robert and I are holding some things back. Every new detail seems to flame his sexual appetite for more. It's like he knows what happened and wants all the sordid details. I want so much to tell him the whole truth but am still ashamed that I enjoyed it so much. I know eventually he will see all of the pictures, I want him to. Walt hasn't called to collect on his rain-check. I wonder if he will. I wonder what I will do if he does call. I hope that maybe Robert talked him out of it. I hope he doesn't call. I can't get it out of my mind, it's like I am reliving a cheap trashy novel where the heroine is abused and then becomes a wanton slut. The fire deep in my belly never seems to cool, I dream of being stripped naked by groups of men sometimes I know them, sometimes they are strangers. I imagine that they force me to strip them and suck and fuck them until I am covered with their hot cum, dripping from every opening of my body. They tie me to trees, suspended from the branches or stake me out on the ground spread eagle. Where they touch me and put clamps on my nipples and my sex. I am wracked with never ending orgasms until I pass out from the ordeal. I find myself daydreaming as well as night dreams. I wake up bathed in sweat, my pussy quivering from contractions. I find myself wanting Jim to expose me to others, when we go out I show more and more. I wish he would tell me to just walk out naked all the time. He loves my new attitude. Funny thought, now he is the force that keeps me from ripping my clothes off all the time. I meet him at the door naked, whenever any of his friends come over I ask (and hope) he wants me to be naked for them. When he says no, which is most of the time, I put on as little as I can to stay respectable. I still try to flash a nipple or make it easy to see up my skirt. I think I even embarrass Jim at times. I know deep down in the recesses of my soul I want to be his slutty wife, I want him to use me to fulfill all his fantasies; I can't quench the fire that threatens to engulf me. I need to feel and taste and smell sex, all forms of dirty, nasty, degrading sex. They say confession is good for the soul, maybe so, maybe not, especially if the devil owns your soul. I don't care what Jim does to me as long as he lets me stay by his side. I still love him over all others, I always will. I'll stop our sex play if he wants. I'll become his slut if he wants that. I'll walk down the street of any town stark naked if he asks me to. I'll hide my body so no one but him ever sees me again if he wants that. If he wants me to fuck a friend or a stranger I will, if he says to stop I will. I just want him to never stop loving me and making love to me. When he reads this, he will know the truth. My fate is in his hands and his heart. Only time will tell. They say that confession is good for the soul, we'll see. My Wife's Photo Session Ch. 03 I guess I need to justify why I took advantage of a good friend's trust. Hell let's be honest I fucked his wife! I did it on purpose. I planned on doing it from the first time I set my eyes on her. I had better start from the beginning so it makes sense. Jim and I work together. We're research engineers with a high-tech military provider company. I won't bore you with the specifics, but most of our work is classified so we don't talk about it outside of the confines of the workplace. I'll leave it at that. Most of our work is documented a million ways and one way is photographs. Every damned nut bolt and screw is photographed from every angle. Most of it is digital and no "hard copies" are ever printed. There are some things though where we use the old fashioned film camera, mostly black and white large format photos. Those we use the darkroom and develop and print actual photos on paper. I'm a professional photographer by trade so I find it fun just to putter around in the darkroom doing artsy-craftsy stuff when I have time. It keeps my skills sharp. Jim is a hobby photographer who knows his way around the darkroom. He has great skills and a keen eye when it comes to pulling out the best from a negative. His skill behind the camera is just okay. Occasionally he is called upon to work in the darkroom because he seems to be able to give the bosses what they want. Because of this, we often are working closely in the film processing. Jim is married to one of the most beautiful women I have ever laid eyes on. The first time I saw her I wanted to fuck her! She is around 5 feet 6 inches tall. Fantastic legs that go all the way up to heaven, An ass to die for, hips that sway like a dance of angles, and the sweetest little tummy bump this side of heaven. Tits, oh my God! The have to be "D's". They sway and bounce when she moves like two puppies trying to get out of a sack. Her face is of an angel, oval shaped, blue eyes, lips meant for kissing and a mouth designed for sucking. One of her most outstanding features is her hair. God almighty she has hair like silk, long straight brunette hair that goes to the top of her ass! It's not fair that someone like Jim has someone like her to fuck all the time! The very first time I ever saw her was one day Jim and me were working in the darkroom and I asked about his wife. He pulls out a photo of her in a tiny white string bikini and I nearly came right there on the spot. I couldn't believe he just whipped a picture of his wife like that. Right then and there my life's quest was to find a way to fuck that woman. You know it's not hard to make friends with someone that you share common interests with. Jim and I had a lot in common. We worked together, we both had an interest in photography, we liked to drink and relax on the weekends and not talk about work, and we both lusted after the same woman, his wife. When I finally got to meet Linda in person, she was even more than I expected. In addition to being drop dead gorgeous, she was absolutely one of the most fun people I have ever met. She instantly became my best friend for fucking. (That's a new meaning for BFF.) Jim and Linda had a back yard barbeque with maybe 25- 30 people, some of the other guys from work with their wives and some of her friends with their husbands, just a group of people having a nice gathering drinking beer and wine eating burgers and dogs around their pool. I know I must have acted like an idiot when I was introduced to her. All the blood rushed from my brain to my cock and I stammered a hello while mentally stripping her naked. Thank God she was classy enough to ignore my babbling and drooling and didn't call the police or the paramedics. She was a natural flirt, she made every man there think they had a chance with her. She did that without pissing off any of the other women there. Her smile and laugh just made everyone love her. Somehow I managed to not scare her away and actually became one of their close friends who was invited to their home often. We became comfortable and casual. Conversations were open and it seemed that no subject was off limits. I guess my infatuation with Linda was obvious. She seemed to take it as a compliment. She never seemed to be uncomfortable with my obvious flirting. We enjoyed each other's company. As time went by, conversations between Jim and me usually eventually got around to Linda. He didn'tseem to mind that I absolutely lusted after her. He thought it was funny that I was so taken by her. We both talked about how she sometimes flaunted her body in front of me. Jim said she was a natural tease and had special fun teasing me and trying to embarrass me or get a reaction from me. I told him that if I could, I'd steal her away and have my way with her. He laughed and told me that he'd warn her to watch out for me. One day I casually mentioned that I thought that Linda would be a fantastic model. Jim replied that she was indeed and that he often took photos of her. I told him that I'd love to see some of his work knowing they would be spectacular with her as a model. He told me that unfortunately most of what he shot wasn't the type of photos he could show around. My heart started to pound and I had visions of Linda posing for her husband. I somehow faked not understanding what he was talking about so I could hear about what was going on. He told me that even before they were married he had talked her out of her clothes and into posing nude for him. He said she was a natural and loved for him to take pictures of her "that way." I could hardly breathe thinking of that woman posing naked! I thought of all the ways I'd love to pose her. I must have coughed out something like, "God damned, I'd love to see some of those." Not really believing that that would ever happen. Jim just smiled and said, "Maybe someday you will." I didn't pursue the subject any further, I didn't want to seem too anxious, but it just seemed that after that little conversation, Linda seemed to flaunt herself in front of me more. She often would not wear a bra. Her tits were bouncing and swaying as she moved around us. She'd lean over in front of me and I get long looks of her cleavage, almost to seeing her nipples. She seemed less careful when sitting and I'd get quick glimpses way up her long legs, sometimes even a panty flash. She knew I was looking and she didn't seem to care. Like it was a game and I was the winner. I loved it. Not long after our conversation, Jim and me were sitting in his den having a few well deserved beers when I noticed his camera sitting on a corner table. In a less than sober moment I indicated the camera and asked, "Been shooting dirty pictures of that beautiful wife again haven't you?" He just smiled and said, "Wouldn't you like to know." I laughed and teased, "You dirty dog you. Taking advantage of such a sweet thing, you should be ashamed of yourself making her do that for you." Jim came back, "There is no force needed with Linda, I just get the camera out and she starts stripping and running around bare assed. She loves it as much as I do." I just shook my head and told him, "You have to be the luckiest mother fucker in the world. It's just a shame you can't share your work." "As a matter of fact, Linda and I have been talking about just that. Knowing that you seem to take every opportunity to get a peek at her, she's told me how you try to see her tits and up her skirt all the time. Buddy you have been busted more than you know." Jim was laughing and making fun. "I suggested to her that I show you a few of the tamer shots of her and damned if she didn't agree." With that Jim got up and left the room. A couple of minutes later he returned with fresh beers and an envelope. He handed me the beer and tossed the envelope on the table in front of me. And said, "Now before you look at what is inside that envelope, you have got to give me your word that you will not blab this all over the company. These are for your eyes only. Maybe she'll let you look at more once she gets used to the idea." "You're okay with me seeing these? I mean I want to see what you seem to be telling me is in there, but I don't want you all pissed off if I look at something that's private material." "Hell man, I think my wife is the most beautiful woman in the world. Naked she's even better. I love the idea of showing her off. I'm fucking proud of her. If it were up to me she'd be naked here in the house 100% of the time. It makes me horny just thinking about her being seen and it makes her hotter than hell when I tell her I'm going to show her off. If I didn't want you to see her pictures, I wouldn't offer them to you." I pulled the pictures out of the envelope, there must have been 25. The first one was of Linda completely naked with her back to the camera. Her long hair hid her ass, but you could tell she was naked because you could see she was bare from her shoulders to her feet. The next one she was sitting cross legged with her back to the camera, her hair pulled in front of her exposing her back and her ass crack showing. Slowly each picture showed more of her exquisite body, first one breast then both and finally a full frontal nude showing her pussy. Her pubic hair was trimmed in a neat triangle, the sharp detail showed each individual hair and hidden beneath the cleft of her womanhood. There must have been 10 or more showing her pussy. None were pornographic; these were studies of a beautiful naked woman. I just could not stop looking at her. Finally I had to put them back and hand them to Jim. I wanted to keep them for myself, but I knew I couldn't. They would have made great jack-off material. I would just have to use the memory. "Well what do you think?" Jim smiled at my look of shock. "Un-fucking believable, I've dreamed of seeing your wife from the first time you showed me the picture of her in the bikini, but I never believed I'd ever see something like that. I can die a happy man. I've seen an angel, a naked angel. Man, thank you!" "Well who knows, play your cards right and maybe you can see the real thing." With that Jim took the envelope containing the photos and put them away. A week or so later I was back over to Jim and Linda's, she was gone and Jim brought out more of Linda's photos. These were all 4" by 5"color shots. Jim told me that they took these to a local photo shop to be processed. He said they knew the manager and he was okay with printing nudes as long as he knew ahead of time so some of his staff didn't see them. He said he usually had Linda pick them up. He said that if there wasn't' anyone in the shop the manager would open the envelope and hand the photos to Linda and ask her to make sure they were alright. Jim said she got a rush standing there looking thru naked pictures of herself in front of the manager. I was looking at them for the third or fourth time when we heard Linda come in. I quickly hid the photos beside me in the chair. I didn't know why I was embarrassed, I felt like a kid caught masturbating. I know my face went ten shades of red when she asked, "What you boys up to?" She went to get her a drink and I tried to get the photos back in the envelope when she came back in the room. I madly hid the envelope and few loose pictures back beside me. Too late, I was busted. Linda knew I was looking at her naked pictures. I looked at her, she looked at me, first the color seemed to drain out of her face and then in a flash she blushed as red as I must have been. I couldn't say a word. Her eyes kept going from the envelope to my face and then to my crotch where I was unsuccessfully trying to hide my hard-on. If it hadn't been so damned embarrassing, it would have been funny. Linda just said "Oh. Excuse me; I have a few things to do in my room." She turned and walked out of the room leaving me with a handful of naked pictures and a stiff cock with a mind of its own. Jim told me it was okay; just that she must be embarrassed seeing me look at her pictures. He fanned them out on the table in front of me and said, "Keep looking at them. Arrange them in the order that you like them best. I'll go in and settle her down. Not to worry." It was only a few minutes later when Jim led Linda back into the room. She had a hard time looking me in the eye. I wanted her to feel comfortable with me, but it is hard to do with a couple of dozen naked photos of her spread out in front of us. "My God, Linda, I've always thought you were beautiful, but I never dreamed I would ever meet someone as beautiful as you. You know how I've always wanted to see you like this, but in my wildest dreams I never thought I'd actually have the opportunity to really do it. Thank you so much for letting Jim show me these." "It's so embarrassing knowing you've seen me like this. No one was supposed to see these but Jim. When he asked me if I'd let you see some of them, I didn't think he'd really show them to you. When he told me he'd shown you a few, I didn't know if I could ever face you again. Now to watch you actually look at them, it's so embarrassing." "Linda, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. These are just fantastic! You should be proud of them. Jim showed them to me because he is so proud that he is married to such a beautiful woman. I'd love to have a model like you. Hell, I'd give anything to shoot photos of you." We sat and talked for maybe a half hour, me reassuring Linda while she drank several glasses of wine to calm her down and accept the fact that I really loved her photos. It wasn't too long before we were joking around and her bubbly personality returned. Jim caught my attention and smiled, I didn't realize what he was about to do. I was shocked when he started to whisper in Linda's ear, she gave a little nod yes as he slowly unbuttoned her shirt. I couldn't fucking believe that Jim was showing me his wife. I know I was more nervous than either of those two. My heart was pounding, I suddenly broke out in a sweat, I couldn't breathe. Jim totally unbuttoned her shirt and slid it off her shoulders. All of a sudden there she was sitting there in her bra. Now I'd drooled over her in a smaller bikini swimsuit, but this was totally different, you don't expect to see a woman in a bra sitting across from you. It might cover more, but damn it is so fucking sexy. Linda just seemed to go into a daze, she closed her eyes and relaxed and let Jim take over her completely. Next Jim moved behind Linda, who now faced me, and unhooked the hook in the front of her bra. I realized that my, God he's going to take that off too. It seemed like slow motion but all of a sudden her bra was open and Jim was sliding the straps down her arms and it was gone. I have never seen two more beautiful tits in my life. I sucked air in my lungs, I had forgotten to breathe. "My God, Linda you are so beautiful. I have never seen more perfect breasts." I know I sounded stupid babbling complements, but I felt the need to say something. Linda seemed to relax as I reassured her that I was absolutely spellbound. She just stood there and let me look at her. Jim was still behind her when suddenly he was pulling Linda's skirt down over her hips and to the floor. Linda merely stepped out of it and Jim tossed it on the pile of her other clothes. Linda stood before me in just a pair of lace bikini panties. I think my heart stopped. I knew this must have been a dream; things like this don't happen in real life. I was close enough to see the fine hairs on her skin. She had the sexiest little tummy. Her belly-button just screamed to have my tongue probe it. I could smell her heat. Through the silky fabric I could see her pubic mound and the trace outline of her pubic hair. I detected the faint wetness on the faint line of her cleft. I just wanted to taste her. Next Jim hooked his fingers in the waistband of her panties and slowly, teasingly slid them over her hips, past her knees and to the floor. Linda stepped out of them and stood facing me naked as the day she was born. Linda stood unmoving and let me look, I couldn't talk, I didn't know what to say, I just looked at her from her lovely face all the way down to her bare feet. She looked calm, I'm glad she was because I was a wreck! She looked at Jim and he nodded his head yes and she said, "You can touch me if you like." I reached to touch her nipples first. When I touched them, she jumped and said, "Oh!" And then she sighed and said, "It's okay, go on." I continued to touch her breasts, I pinched her nipples, they were extended and hard. She'd roll her head and let out little mewing sounds as I cupped her and massaged her. She'd lean into my hands letting me know it felt good and she wanted more. I traced down her chest to her belly, I kissed her navel, I felt her breath catch as I stuck my tongue into it. Finally I nestled my fingers in her curls of her black soft pubic hair. She pushed her hips against my hands. I slid my fingers down and ran them along her slit, she was wet, soaked, nearly dripping her slick moisture. She moaned and said, "Touch me there." My finger slid easily up into her. There was so much of her juices, hot and slippery. My thumb found the nub of her clit and I rubbed it gently and I felt her knees start to buckle. She pushed against my hand and whimpered and I felt the muscles inside her contract and grip my fingers. A long groan and she relaxed. I took my hand away from her and licked her juice from my fingers and palm. I've never tasted anything so musky sweet. She looked at Jim and told him she couldn't take any more. He told her that it was okay, that she had done enough for tonight. I stood and she stepped towards me and we kissed, not a peck on the cheek or lips but an open mouth tongue exploring kiss. It left me shaken. She looked at me with a sweet, almost sad smile and walked away to their bedroom. Jim reassured me that he was fine with what had happened and that Linda was too. I know I thanked him a hundred times. What more could you talk about after doing something like that to another man's wife in front of him. Not long after, I left. Over the next few months, I became pretty much a third member of their life. Either I would go to their house or they would show up at my apartment. We went out a lot, dinner, dancing, drinking, just about everything good friends do. The only thing that was weird was when at their home, occasionally Jim would strip Linda naked and she would walk around like that while I was there. They said that she enjoyed being naked for us and he enjoyed showing her. She seemed to quickly get used to me looking at her. I never got used to her nudity. I loved it. I could never get enough of looking at her tits, ass and pussy. Occasionally we would even get out the cameras and Linda would pose of both of us. She was a natural. She loved to be told what to do and how to pose. She would do anything we asked. I did notice though that as the photo sessions progressed, she would always become very aroused. Either I'd leave soon after the session was done, or she would drag Jim to the bedroom for a quick energy release. Most of the time I'd use one of Jim's cameras, but as time went by and we became more casual about me being there with Linda naked, I'd bring along my own camera. I'd download my shots onto Jim's computer after every shoot. Jim never asked and I never offered so I never deleted the photos from my camera. I took them home and downloaded them onto my computer every time. I ended up with quite a collection of my friend's naked wife. We were now close enough that I suggested that I would love to take Linda out on our own, just the two of us and shoot a series of outdoor nudes. Jim seemed very agreeable to the idea saying that he would like to see what I could do without him being there. Linda, seemed interested, but wasn't too keen on the idea of being naked without Jim. It was never out of the question, but something she would have to think about. My Wife's Photo Session Ch. 03 I didn't push the idea; actually I never mentioned it to Linda again. Jim and I would occasionally talk about maybe it happening. He seemed to like the idea having his wife naked with another man. I just played it cool thinking that if I didn't push, nature would take its course and I'd get Linda naked and alone. I somehow got the distinct impression that Jim was more into sharing Linda than the mere letting me take her picture. He never came right out and said anything, but rather skirted the issue of going quite a bit further. Now I admit from the first time I saw Linda I wanted to fuck her brains out, so my mind was way ahead in this little game. I was dreaming up all kinds of different scenarios with Linda as the female lead. One day I was at their place and Linda suddenly changed the subject we were talking about and told me that she and Jim had talked about it and that she finally decided that she would be my model, for an outdoor shoot, naked, without Jim. We talked about it and she essentially agreed to do whatever I said and would pose however I wanted. I secretly was jumping for joy. I wanted to do it the next day, but instead decided to plan this out to the best of my advantage. Jim and I talked about it occasionally; I let him feed me ideas as to what he was willing to let me do. Funny thing, I never got any restrictions or limitations from him. He didn't come right out and say it, but I just got the feeling that he wanted a little more than just an innocent photo shoot to come off. Partway into my planning, an old friend, Brian dropped by. He and I went way back and whenever we got together we usually (a) got shit faced drunk and (b) usually did things I would regret later, and (c) talked about our favorite subject, pussy. I'd been making a list of things I needed to take for the shoot. I've found that you never leave any part of a planned shoot to chance. It always seems that that one thing you forgot to bring along is that one thing that you need the most. He was curious and with a few beers and some serious begging, I told him the story behind my upcoming shoot. He all but begged to see some of the pictures I had of Linda, so sworn to secrecy, I showed him practically all my collection. After seeing Linda naked, he said he had to see her for real. Somehow he convinced me that it would be a good idea to include him as my assistant. In his words, we'd take her out, get her drunk, get her naked, get her drunker, and fuck her silly. In my fuzzy drunken logic, most of what he said sounded pretty good. After all I seemed to be getting signals from Jim that he wouldn't object if more than pictures were taken. He did after all leave all the planning to me. He never said I couldn't have an assistant. He only said that he wouldn't be there. He had said to me and to Linda that she was to follow my directions. Maybe he wanted me to fuck his wife. Hell that's what I've wanted from the start. He's a friend and all, but if I had to choose between fucking the most gorgeous piece of ass in the world and his friendship, well good-bye Jimmy Boy. It took almost a month before I could actually set the photo session up. I wanted to have all the photo equipment ready and checked out. I scouted out a few places to actually shoot the pictures, I realized that you can't just take a woman out just anywhere and strip her completely take her picture. If a crowd showed up she wouldn't do it and there was the old stand-by of getting arrested for public indecently too. Brian and I also worked on some themes to guide our shots. You can't just start shooting and expect good pictures to happen. We had a plan. When I finally showed up early on Saturday to pick Linda up she had already had a few glasses of bubbly wine and orange juice. She said that she was really nervous and needed something to calm her down. Thank goodness I had decided to ice down four bottles of sparkling wine myself for her to drink. I knew she was much more agreeable to being naked when she was drinking. Things were looking very favorable. We loaded her stuff in my van and we were off. I have to admit I was nervous too. Just having her dressed in a summer skirt and a sexy top sitting beside me, knowing that shortly she would follow my directions to strip naked. Her perfume smelled fantastic, what little make-up she had on was perfect. I know I was babbling again. I couldn't help it; I was shaking so hard I wasn't sure I could drive. Linda was already working on the first bottle of wine. We went to Brian's and I told Linda to come in with me and meet someone. It was time to spring it on her that we were going to have some company. When I told her that Brian was going to be my assistant, she nearly canceled the whole day. "No fucking way Robert! I never agreed to do this with another person involved." "Look Linda, I need help setting up the equipment and keeping track of the camera and light reflectors and all the other details. Brian knows how to do that and he'll help make the photos better. Trust me we need him." "No way, no how am I going to just strip in front of somebody I don't even know. Jim would never allow something like that. He'd never ask me to do that." "Look, Brian has already seen what I've shot of you. He's seen you naked. It's not like it would be the first time seeing you. It's not that big of a deal. I mentioned it to Jim that I would need a helper and he didn't object. He knows what it takes to make a good photo." "You showed him my pictures? Jesus Christ what do you do just go around and show all your buddies that you've taken naked pictures of your friends wife? I can't believe you'd do that to me. And Jim knows about this?" "Jim knows all about this, it's okay, you'll be used to this in just a few minutes. You won't even know he's around. Come on, you know you've been looking forward to this. It'll be fine, you'll have fun. Come on, let's go do it." "Okay, fine, as long as Jim knows about it. He wants this to happen. He told me to follow your directions. I'm not sure I want to do it this way, but I'll try. Just one thing, if I say stop, we stop. Okay?" "No problem, you say stop, we stop, pack up and I take you home, promise." I had scouted a secluded spot at one of the local lakes and decided that we'd start there. It was a sheltered little cove surrounded on three sides by trees. There was access to the water and a small strip of sand ten or twelve feet wide. A tree had washed up when the lake was high; everything made a perfect backdrop for some great photos. Linda was sucking the wine down at a pretty fast pace and when I told her what I wanted, her in a bikini, she became shy and asked to be given some privacy to change out of her clothes into her swim suit. Even though we all knew that she'd be losing it shortly, we agreed. My God, when Linda stepped out from behind the van in the tiny bikini I thought I would die. I heard Brian inhale and whisper "Oh my God." The swimsuit was a tiny white string bikini that was more string than bikini. It was just four little triangle that barely covered parts that were supposed to be hidden. The top just covered her nipples and areolas, just barely. The bottom front had a hard time covering what pubic hair she hadn't trimmed away. Stray curls tried desperately to escape from the top and edges of the material. Linda tried just as desperately to keep them hidden. The back, not a thong, but another triangle did a poor job covering her ass crack, there wasn't enough there for that job. Linda took another long pull on the wine and said, "Let's get this started before I chicken out." I immediately started shooting pictures, not wanting to miss the opportunity of taking pictures of such a beautifully sexy woman. After getting all I wanted with her suit on, I told her to lose the top. She definitely had the deer caught in the headlights look on her face. She hesitated for a few moments and then reached behind her back and untied the string and her top was gone. There wasn't a sound, the wind stopped blowing Brian and I just stared at those magnificent breasts hanging there for us to see. I know my mouth fell open, Linda laughed a nervous laugh and I started shooting pictures again. I don't know how many photos I shot or how long she posed for us. She followed every instruction to the letter. God was she not only beautiful, but a damned good model. Finally I told her it was time to lose the bottom half of her suit. She hesitated for a few seconds, first she looked at Brian, and then she stared into my eyes and took a deep breath and reached for the strings on either side of her bikini bottom. Just as she started to pull the string, a boatload of fishermen rounded the corner of the cove. They were probably only a hundred feet or so away and coming our way. They were definitely close enough to see that Linda was topless. She gave a little yelp and covered her breasts with her hands, dashed out of the water and hid behind the van. I vaguely heard the fishermen shout a quick apology that they didn't know the spot was taken as they motored away. Brian and I caught up with Linda in the shelter of the van. She was standing there barely covering her breasts, nipples poking out between her fingers. She said she wanted to change locations before another group came by to watch. She said that two was enough people to see her. We quickly loaded our gear, gave Linda a tee shirt to cover herself with and headed to our second location, the state park a few miles down the road. Linda had finished the first bottle of wine and was starting the second when we arrived at our next spot, a secluded opening just off one of the trails at the park. By this time she was pretty well on her way to being drunk and was beginning to act silly and considerably less inhibited. I told her that the scenario was that she was sunbathing alone and was being voyeured by a peeper played by Brian. She was having fun and got right into the story. A few shots of her without the top and I told her to lose the bottoms. A hit on the wine bottle and off came the bikini bottom. There she was finally, completely naked standing there in a little clearing in the woods, without her husband, with only Brian and me. I nearly came in my pants right there. Brian was showing a good tent in front of his pants too. I shot photos of Linda, she still followed every command I gave her. I shot fewer artistic shots and more graphic photos of her body. I was getting turned on, she was getting turned on and Brian was getting turned on. I told her that Brian was going to appear to restrain her and for her to resist. The effect was that as she resisted, Brian grabbed her places that someone faking wouldn't normally grab. This made for great photos. Finally both were sweaty and tired from the effort. I gave Brian a camera and told him to look like he was shooting close ups of Linda's pussy and tits. He spread her legs wide and knelt between them getting close to her now open and wet pussy. Next I told Brian to drop his pants and appear to force Linda to suck his cock. It wasn't a second before Brian took off his pants and shorts and was standing in front of Linda with a raging hard-on. Linda only protested weakly before kneeling down in front of Brian and she took him in her mouth. It was quickly evident that neither one of them were faking a cock sucking. Linda licked and sucked the head of Brian's cock while he put his hands behind her head and guided his swollen cock deeper down her throat. She would swallow him down until her nose was buried in his pubic hair and she would eventually gag before he would let her pull it out. She had long strands of saliva dripping off her chin as she licked the pre-cum off the tip of his cock. She would cup and lick his balls and then swallow his cock fully again. Finally Brian could take no more and he held Linda's head while he furiously face fucked her mouth. He never gave any pre-warning when he shoved in and held his hips forward as he emptied his balls in her mouth. She was forced to swallow most of his cum, but some was leaking around the sides of her mouth and off her chin. Linda, although a willing participant, was angry, mostly from her sexual frustration and that Brian had "face fucked" her. With another gulps of wine and some smoothing reassuring words I convinced her to get dressed and we would do something else. Brian stood in the background with a deflated cock and a very satisfied smile on his face. I told her to get fully dressed in her skirt, blouse and underwear and we would move deeper into the woods and start another scenario. This time she was abducted by two strangers and taken into the woods and forced to surrender to them. In her drunken state she readily agreed. A few more hits on the wine and she staggered naked to get dressed. It was evident that she was thoroughly checking Brian's cock as he got dressed beside her. All shyness was forgotten, it was evident that she was horny and wanting to be fucked. We moved deeper into the woods where we came upon another semi-clearing with several large trees that had branches that hung down to within ten feet from the ground. I set up two cameras on tripods, one still camera that I set to take a picture every five seconds and the other was a video camera. Both cameras worked from remote controls. I first set the cameras to record our approach and then by turning the cameras 180 degrees they would record our moving away and reaching our scene under the trees. Brian and I, the bad guys, were going to force Linda, the helpless victim, deep in the woods and then assault her. She in turn was going to try to resist and look like she was struggling all the way. I told her to really try to get away so that it would look realistic. Struggle she did, by the time we shot both sequences, we were all hot and sweating. Linda's light fabric was clinging to her sweaty body in a way that invited ravishing. A few more hits on the wine bottle and it was time to restrain her. We set up the cameras to record all of our actions. First we tied her hands together and threw the rope over a tree limb and pulled her hands over her head until she just barely had to stand on her tip-toes to be comfortable. Seeing her hanging helpless dripping sweat, her clothes damp and clingy, she was every man's dream of savaging a captive woman. We both started touching her all over her body. We ran our fingers up and down her arms, her face and neck. We touched her breasts and cupped her pussy through her clothes. Linda responded to our touches and before long was begging us to release her and let her get sexual relief. Finally having tortured her long enough we relaxed the rope and let her rest. She sat exhausted on the ground and drank deeply from the wine to quench her thirst. Before she could completely recover we tied a rope around each wrist and lead her between two trees. There again looping the ropes over tree limbs, Linda was tied this time with her arms stretched out in a "Y". We then tied ropes to her ankles and pulled her legs apart so she stood tied between two trees stretched in an "X". We again attacked her with touches and caresses all over her body. Again begging and crying she implored us to let her lose and she would do anything we asked if we would just stop. I whispered to her that I wanted to cut her clothing off her and leave her hanging there naked for us to enjoy her. She immediately agreed saying she would do anything if we would just let her cum. I took a large hunting knife and slowly started to cut away her clothes. Brian was working double duty on the cameras recording every move I made. First I cut away all the buttons of her blouse then cut the sleeves to the front so her blouse could be removed. Next was her skirt, one cut from top to bottom and it was completely free. She hung there in front of us in just a fancy lace bra and panty set. I placed the knife at her pussy as if I were going to cut her and did the same to each of her breasts. The photos looked like real torture. Next I cut away her bra, freeing her full hanging breasts. With her hanging spread eagle they looked even bigger. Sweat drops trailed between them and down her tummy. Her nipples were hard and swollen, begging to be played with and suckled. Finally I cut away her panties leaving her completely naked to our eyes and to the camera. We began our erotic torture again. Brian and I took turns touching her, pinching pulling probing using fingers and tongues tasting and nipping on any and every sensual part of her body. We opened her pussy, put fingers up in her massaged her clit, pinched it nibbled on it. We played with her nether-lips pulled them and wet them with her flowing juices. We stuck our tongues in her ass-hole and then probed her with our fingers. When she cried and begged us to stop our torturous touching, we both stripped and while she still hung there helpless, we took turns pushing our cocks up into her open gaping pussy. We fucked her as she hung there unable to stop us. We would walk up to her, grab her tits and shove our ridged cocks up into her. Rather than beg us to stop, she begged us to fuck her more. She pleaded to have us make her cum. Finally we released her from her bonds, laid her on a blanket spread on the ground and took turns fucking her as she begged for us to fuck her deeper and cum inside her. Cum we did, as soon as Brian shot his sperm deep inside her, I replaced him with my hard cock. As soon as Brian pulled out of her dripping pussy, he went to her head and fed her his deflated sperm covered cock to clean off. With my pumping moving her head back and forth, he soon was hard again and waiting for me to finish. It only took a few short minutes before I felt my balls tighten and I shot my load deep inside her mixing my cum with what Brian had left there. I was ready for a clean-up and Brian was ready for a repeat fuck. We turned Linda over and put her on her hands and knees, I shoved my sperm dripping cock in her mouth while Brian entered her doggy style. When he slid his index finger up her ass-hole she bucked even wilder and moaned with pleasure. Linda became a fucking machine, trying to pull our cocks deeper into her hot overflowing pussy and mouth. Sperm and pussy juice ran down both legs. When she had cleaned my cock thoroughly, Brian and I switched positions again, feeding her more of the spunk from her pussy. We repeated the switch every few minutes until again Brian shot his load deep inside her. It only took a few deep thrusts and I followed his climax with another of mine. After she cleaned us yet again, both of us flaccid at the moment took our fingers and fed her all the cum we could scoop from her pussy and ass and she lapped it like a thirsty bitch in heat. Finally after what seemed like nearly continuous orgasms, she collapsed in a drunken sleep. Brian and I were exhausted, but wasn't completely satisfied using Linda as a fuck toy. We rolled her on her back and took turns taking photos of our semi-erect slime covered cocks in her mouth, in her pussy, and on her tits. We tried to ass fuck her, but neither could get hard enough to fully penetrate her tight ass-hole. We took both photos and video of our unsuccessful attempts. Brian and I rehydrated ourselves with water and munched on power bars to regain our strength while Linda slept. After nearly two hours, we decided to wash most of the drying cum off her body. She was covered from face to knees with the results of our fuck fest. As we poured the cool water over her she began to stir. I was finishing her bathing when she finally felt up to talking. "How you feeling?" I asked trying to determine how she was going to react to the fucking we just did. "I'm so ashamed. I was so nervous at first and drank too much wine. Then all of a sudden it seems so fun and nasty to let you do those things to me. I'm such a slut. How am I ever going to face Jim? Look at me, I'm still naked and so are you two. What am I doing?" My Wife's Photo Session Ch. 03 "Look Linda, I think we all got carried away. You just seemed so willing and we just didn't stop. Look, we don't have to let Jim know just how far things got carried away. With a little creative manipulation, we can make things look less than what really happened." "I can't lie to him; I don't know how I can face him and tell him what I let you do. You should have stopped, you knew I was drunk." "Look, we'll just shoot some pictures that are a lot less incriminating and tell Jim that we faked what we were doing. We can stay with the original a scenario and show him the less graphic ones. Linda, from the conversations he and I have had, I really think he'll like the idea that you went along with a less graphic sex scene. He loves the idea of other men looking at you, otherwise why would he let me see you naked and take all those other photos of you. Why do you think he allowed me to bring you out here without him? He'll understand." "I hate to deceive him, but I'm so confused right now I don't know what to do. I guess I don't have much of a choice. Jim told me to follow your directions. I guess that means he knows what would happen, or at least partially. I know he loves to show me off, we've had fun doing it, but this is so much more. I'm just not ready to confess everything yet. I guess in view of what we've done, a few more pictures and a little deception can't make it any worse." "Good girl, let's just relax and shoot some photos of you alone for a while. We've got the whole woods to work with. Let's just walk around and find some good spots, calm down and then we'll figure out what we need to shoot to cover ourselves. Sound good?" So for the next couple of hours, Linda wandered slowly down trails and by a small stream all the time completely and beautifully naked. Finally we decided we would shoot additional photos of our voyeur and abduction scenario. We shot several of when Brian face fucked Linda the first time. This time, having fully recovered his erection, Brian just put his cock-head to her lips and then just barely in her mouth. He was producing quite a bit of pre-cum again and Linda had to keep cleaning him off with her tongue and mouth. This series seemed a lot less graphic. Next we reshot the rape scenes in the abduction scenario, both the blow jobs and the fuck photos. Again Linda just took our cocks to her lips and then just barely into her mouth to fake the blowjobs. She had to lick large amounts of pre-cum from the ends of our cocks and the touch of her soft tongue on our cock-heads soon had both of us straining to keep from cumming. The fuck shots were shot with our cocks just at the entrance of her pussy lips and then just with the head of our cocks penetrating her pussy. By the time all the retake shots were done, both Brian and I had erections so hard, our balls ached. Linda realized what we wanted and gave no resistance when we went one at a time to have sex with her once again. She took us one at a time, first sucking our shafts and licking our aching balls, we played with her tits and pussy. Finally after the mutual foreplay, we entered her completely. This time we fucked her gently, slowly and deeply. This time it was more like making love than animalistic fucking. Linda responded with equal thrusts of her hips as we built to mutually satisfying climaxes. After both Brian and I were completely satisfied, we dressed and quietly packed all our gear and headed back to the van. Linda physically, mentally and emotionally exhausted didn't even dress other than her tennis shoes. She walked back to the van completely naked, even walking across the parking lot in view of several other visitors when she climbed naked into the van. Linda rode all the way back to my place naked oblivious to the traffic and when we arrived, got out and walked to the door without any covering, even leaving her shoes in the van. While Brian and I quickly went through the digital photos to show to Jim, Linda guzzled water to replace all she had sweated out during the long day. Finally rehydrated she took a shower to wash the sweat, cum, and stale smell of sex from her body. While she did that, I called another of my buddies to help the editing process and to see Linda like she was. Jim wouldn't be the only one to show off his beautiful wife to other men. I figured while I had the chance why not? The opportunity probably wouldn't come this way again. I called Walt, a guy that worked with Jim and me. Walt knew Linda in passing from a few professional gatherings we had both attended. They weren't friends, just acquaintances. I figured Walt would get a real kick seeing Jim's trophy wife and I knew it would embarrass and maybe even humiliate Linda being seen by someone else Jim worked for. I knew she was too tired to fight anything I'd have her do. Hell, I figured I'd get a few pictures of them together to add to my collection. Shortly after Linda came out of the shower all fresh and smelling clean, Walt drove up. I opened the door before Linda had a chance to grab anything to cover herself. The look of pleasure on Walt and her shock and embarrassment was priceless. I explained to Linda that Walt was needed to help edit all the pictures we had shot and that there wasn't any need to cover up because he was going to see her in all the photos anyway. I knew by then that I could get by with almost anything with her. Fuck, she was standing in my house naked, kind of hard to explain, especially without her husband anywhere around. I wasn't completely done yet. She just shook her head and said, "I guess," and walked to the room where we were editing the photos on the computer. I imagine by then she knew she was no longer controlling who saw her naked and what was done to her. We had Linda get us beers and just stand around while the three of us decided which photos we were going to show Jim at first. I was going to let Linda decide if and when she was going to show any of the others. I figured if she showed them to him our friendship would be pretty much over, if she didn't show him maybe I would be able to use her again with his blessing. Either way, I figured I'd have some leverage to convince her to do a session anytime I wanted one and with anyone I wanted to include. Strange how having photographic evidence and a video of a woman getting her brains fucked out tends to make her very cooperative. All three of us took pleasure in having Linda look at some of the more graphic photos we had taken. Mostly it was just to get her reaction now that she was mostly sobered up as to what she had done when she was drunk. Walt seemed to be having the best time showing her shots of her with either Brian's or my cock in her mouth or deep in her pussy. He just about went crazy over the ones with both of us fucking her at once, one in her mouth and one in her pussy. The ones where she was cleaning the cum off our cocks were so sharp you could see the spit and cum dripping off her chin. The fact that she was still completely naked wasn't lost to any of us either. After feeble protests when we would grab a handful of tit or slide a finger up her pussy, she finally gave up and allowed us to grab and feel her anywhere we wanted. With three of us going after her she was occupied pretty much all the time. Finally when we thought we had a safe group to give to Jim, we declared ourselves done. I decided I needed a shower before I took Linda back to her loving trusting husband. I figured she was in good hands with Brian and Walt keeping her company while I cleaned up. When I came out of the shower, Walt was standing naked in front of a kneeling Linda with his cock deep down her throat. He just smiled and said he was taking payment for helping edit the photos for her. He said he wanted to fuck her, but she convinced him that her pussy was too sore after all the fucking she had done already today. He said he would take this blow-job as a down payment for now. I grabbed my camera and handed Brian the video camera to record their action. Walt led her to the couch where he sat on the edge while Linda used her mouth and hands to make him cum. Finally with a groan he held her head and shoved his hard cock down her throat and sent his hot cum down her throat. The first two were deep down her, but the last three he partially pulled out to shoot in her mouth. Linda coughed and gaged as she partially inhaled some of his semen. When he was finished shooting, he leaned back and raised his legs and told her to clean him with her mouth and tongue. He guided her to his balls and then to his ass-hole where he had her lick him until he was satisfied. When she was done, Walt got dressed, thanked me for calling him to help and went to leave. As he left he told Linda that he would be in touch for the rest of the payment. Linda just sat on the floor hanging her head in defeat. Brian and I loaded a few things in the van and when we were ready to go, Linda walked naked out of the house, down the driveway to the street and got in the van. Neither Brian nor I offered to get her clothes for her or offer her something to cover herself for the ride home. I dropped Brian at his place and then took Linda to hers. Linda was still completely naked when we got to their house. Jim looked surprised and somewhat pleased to see her walking to him with no clothes. I followed her with her clothes and two disks full of pictures we were going to show Jim. I was going to enjoy showing him just what I had done all day with his wife. After quick greetings, Linda went to get dressed but Jim asked her to stay naked just for him. He seemed to get a real charge having her naked with me there. Linda had put on a good happy act and agreed to do as her husband asked. When we informed Jim about having another man, Brian as my assistant, he seemed to like the idea that Linda was exposed to yet another man without his knowledge. Linda gave me a look that let me know that I had lied to her about Jim agreeing ahead of time to an assistant. Judging from his reaction, I needn't have worried, he would have easily agreed. We walked him through the photos, first from the lake, topless and with the fishermen. He got a real laugh hearing that Linda was caught, but said it would have been even better if she had removed her bottom too. Next came the two woods scenarios with Linda naked first with Brian and then with both of us. He loved the "fake" sex scenes going back to the photos several times. I think he knew from the photos and Linda's reaction that there was more going on than we were showing him. I almost got the impression he was hoping we would tell him more. He got so carried away that he encouraged Linda to masturbate there in front of us while we watched her and looked at the photos. She never hesitated for a moment, as soon as he asked her, she spread herself and using her fingers played with herself until she had an orgasm. I think she would have fucked us both had Jim suggested it. She'd do whatever he asked. I think I could have asked her to do almost anything and Jim would have gone along with it too. He really seemed to be enjoying exposing Linda to me. Little did he know. Shortly after that performance, I left. It's been 6 months since our photo shoot. Unfortunately we weren't able to repeat the activity again. I got put on another project and suddenly I was out of town most of the time. I did manage to make a copy of all the photos for Linda. I left it up to her to decide if she was ever going to show Jim what really happened. I also made a copy for Brian and one for Walt. I kept the video for myself, it turned out better than any porn video you could rent or buy, especially because I'm in it with Linda. I ended up taking a job with one of my customers and moved to another city about 2 months ago. It's probably for the best. I wouldn't want to be too close when Jim finds out the real story with his wife. I don't know for sure, but I almost think he would really like to hear that his wife was gang fucked out there in the woods. I think there is a kinky side to old Jim boy. If so it's too bad that we couldn't have worked more situations out. Well I guess I'll never know. Although I do still have some very interesting video I'd like to show Linda someday if the opportunity ever arises. I haven't talked to either Brian or Walt since I left town. The last I heard Walt was going to call Linda and collect his other payment. I told him I wanted to know the details if he ever did. So there you have it. Like I said at the beginning, I fucked my buddy's wife. I set out to do it and I did it on purpose. I guess that makes me an ass-hole, but it was worth every second of it. My only regret is that I only had the one opportunity. Would I do it again if I had the chance? You are damned right I would. Behind his back or in front of him, I'd fuck that cunt in a heartbeat.