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Megan's Admirer

By: peterpecker



About Megan:

Megan has been my wife for three years, and I think she's adorably cute and feminine. If you saw her, you might go as far as saying she's gorgeous. She has legs that are shapely and long, just as you' probably like them, breasts you'd want to fondle -- a waist and hips that complement everything else -- and a tawny mop of hair that she usually keeps stylishly wild. 

She's not prissy about heterosexual activity -- even within the extended range accepted today. She's not the sort of woman who worries she might get her fingernail polish scratched, or her hair mussed up, or gets concerned her perfume might be overwhelmed by that after-sex fragrance of cum mixed with pussy juice. 

All we both rule out is infidelity, S&M, anything anal, and what is euphemistically called water sports -- except once I watched her pee, but I'll tell you about that later.

She's twenty-four years old, by the way.

Megan loves to give me head as foreplay (if it doesn't involve an ejaculation); and cunnilingus, with or without taking it to a point of groaning climax, sexually delights her. As a couple though, since we're deeply in love, vaginal intercourse and our coming at the same time is almost always our ultimate goal.

That may all make our life together sound idyllic but it's not non-stop fun and games. We have our fights like anyone does. We just don't let differences become entrenched and embitter our relationship. As equals there's plenty of mutual give and take between us.

We didn't get bored with lovemaking once we found there weren't any more positions left to experiment with, let alone, given an apartment has only so many rooms, new venues to privately try them in. Nor, of course, are there unlimited ways you can watch yourselves in mirrors while you do it -- as much pleasure as that gives when it's still novel. 

In the end you settle down to just spontaneously repeating the things that both of you enjoy most. That's never unsatisfying with someone you adore.

Not that Megan believed in going overboard in pleasing and exciting me. For example, she'll parade around the house in sexy lingerie from time to time but without going as far as being entirely nude. Even when we make love, she usually keeps something on unless we're in or on the bed. 

Otherwise, I only see her naked in the shower -- If we happen to be in the bathroom together for good reason. She doesn't like me being there deliberately just to look. It's her private time, she says. 

What she does when she's alone in there, other than washing her beautiful body and foxy hair, I haven't pried into.

Only once -- when we were still newlyweds -- did she let me see her pee, and then I had to beg before she gave in to my whim. Only I was sexually stimulated, I think. She was shy about it though, even with her skirt up around her waist, I couldn't see much because of the toilet seat. 

Having done it for me once -- very self-consciously -- she wasn't willing to repeat the display or take it any further. Nor did she have a reciprocal curiosity. I guess I only wanted to see her peeing because of the novelty of how women look doing it compared to men. It's a male thing. 

The persuasion:

It was Megan who suggested I take up photography for a hobby. She bought me an expensive digital camera to get me started. She thought I'd be interested in landscapes or scenery, but they never seemed as interesting unless she was in the camera viewfinder as well.

I broached the subject of photographing her at home more intimately, but she acted reluctant. While I loved her too much to push her into anything one-sided, I did keep telling her from time to time how much I'd still like to do it if she ever became comfortable with the idea. I pointed out that, with the advent of digital cameras, all young couples were probably now adding intimate photography to their sexual repertoire. I even resorted to getting her to view some soft porn on the Net so that she could see how she might pose. 

She was fascinated by what she saw -- even a little excited -- but she still held back. Her main argument was that it would change the nature of our relationship -- not that she was prepared to say how. 

By the time I found out I couldn't turn back the clock.

The agreement:

One day, after I'd spent weeks giving her gentle encouragement, she started to weaken about the idea of posing.

"Why don't I show you some more photos on the Net. You'll see how much fun it can be if we both get into the idea," I said to her.

She brushed her fringe back out of her eyes. "Like the last ones we looked at?"

"Or variations," I said. "We can get more of an idea on what works artistically and what doesn't."

We were soon viewing, seated at the computer together. As we looked at one gallery of Babes after another, we shared opinions on what each of us found appealing. 

We weren't very far apart in our tastes except that, every time we saw an open-legged pose we both agreed was aesthetically pleasing, Megan would say something like, "I couldn't show myself off like that while you took a picture."

I finally responded, "I have seen it before."

She giggled embarrassedly, "It would still be weird." She glanced back at the picture on the screen. "Do you think my pussy looks that nice?"

"If it was shaved like that, so I could make a comparison, I'm sure it would be much nicer."

She looked startled. "You've never suggested I do that before."

"You never asked if I'd find it more appealing. Lot's of guys do, otherwise why would so many girls be shaving for the pictures we've seen?"

"But they're pornstars!"

"We've been looking at amateurs too, honey. Maybe they've found it's fun keeping their pussies bare even before they started posing."

I could see the idea was beginning to give her a little thrill. She said, "I'd definitely want to keep my pants on if my pussy looked as bare as that." Her eyes turned back to the screen.

"I think it would be too beautiful to hide. Maybe you'd like flashing it."

"Only men do that!"

"And some women."

"Prove it," she challenged me.

I scrolled down to "Exhibitionist" on the menu and opened a gallery for her. She bent her head forward to look at the thumbs, her eyes going round.

"There are actually other people about! Anyone could see her by accident -- someone going by in a car -- or someone just walking by."

"I guess taking that risk is part of the fun for the model and the photographer."

She gave me a strange look. I asked her, "Would you like to see another gallery like that?"

The eagerness with which she nodded surprised me. The thumbs came up and Megan devoured them. "Can you enlarge that one?" She waited for it to download, then said. "Maybe there was no one else about when it was taken."

It was posed out in the public street. Someone could have turned up unexpectedly.

"I guess." She hesitated. "I liked the first set more."

I switched back to it. "Any shot in particular?"

"That one." 

It would have been my choice too. I downloaded to expand it. "Even that's pretty daring," I said. Megan actually shivered with delight.

"It must have given the model a wonderful thrill to do that!"

"Next you'll be telling me you'd like to," I teased.

There was a long pause as she stared at me. Finally, she said, "Would you stop loving me if I said I would?"

I swallowed. "You weren't even willing to pose nude in the house with just me to see you."

"That's not the same."

"They certainly are a world apart!"

"You're mad at me."

"No. I'm just confused."

"I can't really explain it." Megan seemed to withdraw into herself. "The ideal of doing it in public just appeals to me."

"You mean you'd honestly get turned on pulling some stunt like that," I nodded at the image.

Megan's eyes lowered shyly, "Especially if I'd shaved my pussy -- like she has."

I made light of it, not really believing her, "It could get a bit draughty."

She giggled. "That could be part of the thrill the model gets -- having it out in the open."

I couldn't find my voice. She said, "Would you like to take photos of me like that -- in public?"

I thought I'd call her bluff. "Of course. If you're willing to pose for them."

"I can't wait!" 

Through a fringe of soft blonde hair, Megan's big blue eyes were full of excitement

Getting ready:

Megan wouldn't let me watch her preparations, saying she wanted me to see her the first time through the lens of the camera. She came out of the bathroom wearing a coat that came down to just above the tops of her knee-high boots. By that stage I was building up quite a resentment over her apparent willingness to chance exposure to the gaze of other men. 

She picked up my mood right away. "Don't you want me to do it?"

"Sure I do," I lied. "I always get a kick out of anything that turns you on, you know that."

"I like this idea very much." She grinned. "I'd just never thought of doing it before."

I cursed myself for showing her the Web images. "Never?"

"No -- strangely. Not that I knew, before, there were other women who did it."

"And now you want to?"

"Especially after what I've just done, and how I'm dressed."

I tried to make saliva to moisten my dry mouth.

She kept talking, "Can you think of somewhere downtown that won't be too crowded?" I guess she hadn't thought even that might make me jealous.

"So you only want a chance audience?" 

"I don't want to do it openly and get arrested for disturbing the peace."

I said, "There's still the chance someone will see you by accident."

"I'll cover up. They'll only get a quick glimpse at the most."

"Unless it's someone you can't see."

She stepped up and kissed my cheek. "Do we have to worry about that?"

"So you don't mind being seen unawares?"

She stepped back. "I think the idea's quite appealing -- not knowing if someone might be having a good look."

Her confession so shocked me that I let her take my arm and lead me out to the car.

The first outing:

In the car in the parking building downtown, after unbuttoning the top of her coat, Megan showed me that her breasts weren't cupped in a bra. "Do you want to take a picture of them?" The idea of posing with her nipples exposed in a public place gave her a sexual thrill, I could tell

I checked no one was about before I obliged her. 

"Are you wearing knickers?"

She unbuttoned the coat the rest of the way to show me the little undergarment. It was white and lacy.

I felt relieved she'd covered herself down there at least.

"I'll take them off after we get out of the car," she said. 

I put off thinking about that and took some more pictures of her until we were disturbed by the squeal of tyres. Megan covered up, holding her coat together, as another car turned into an empty park beside ours. After the occupants left, having only glanced our way, Megan got out of the car on her side. 

I opened the driver's door and stood up. Megan wasn't holding her coat together any more.

She wanted to know, "Will you photograph me taking my panties off?" 

"You mean you want to go out of here without any on?"

"It seems a waste to shave my pussy then keep it covered. Wouldn't you like photos of it before the hair grows back?"

I couldn't find the words to reply.

She came round the front of the car, surveying the surroundings to make sure we likely had privacy. (A car passing by unexpectedly, or people returning to a car near ours were still risks.) We could hear people talking on the far side but they were out of sight and unlikely to come our way. Satisfied, Megan provocatively lay back on the bonnet of the car with her coat open, showing her knickers and her lovely tits, and I began taking pictures again. She kept progressively lowering the waistband of her briefs a little way at a time. I could soon see she really had shaved, but it was several poses before the bare genital slit started to show above the elastic waistband. 

I kept taking pictures, all the time expecting an interruption and wondering if Megan could cover up in time. The next time she edged the waistband down it stopped just below her crotch and, even though her legs weren't parted, I could see how beautiful she was down there, hairless and exposed for the first time.

Abruptly, there was the sound of tyres on buffed concrete. It was a male driver, by himself. I don't know what he saw, if anything. Megan had straightened and covered up. The car kept on going.

Megan's cheeks were pink. "That was close."

I didn't tell her I thought she could have acted sooner in closing her coat.

A second car went by from the same direction. It also had a male driver. If he were looking in his rear vision mirror he would have seen Megan take her briefs the rest of the way down, in full view, and step out of them. Naturally, I caught it on camera.

She tossed me the little white double-triangle of cloth and said, a sexy grin creasing the corners of her mouth, "You'd better put them in your pocket in case I get taken off to the Police Station."

Then she let me look for a few minutes more before starting to re-button her coat, this time from the bottom. "Come on," she said when she'd finished, taking my arm again.

Megan found a downtown bus stop shelter in a quiet street that looked like it was frequented on only rare occasions. Briefly, we sat in it making arrangements. As far as anyone driving by was concerned we would rely on them not taking too much notice of someone waiting at a bus stop. Megan would cover up if they did. 

My final instruction from Megan was, "If you get pedestrians in a shot that'll make it look more daring." She assured me she would look out for any across the street, behind me, and I would signal her before any got too close on her side. 

After I crossed to the centre strip of the roadway, I lined up the camera on the bus shelter while Megan unbuttoned her coat, keeping the sides together. Cars passed and she waited. 

I thought she was losing her nerve. Then she opened her coat in a startling show of white skin. I got two shots before she covered up. A bus pulled into the stop, and then departed again when no one got on or off. Megan pretended to mind her own business and grinned at me afterwards.

Judging it was as safe as it was going to get, this time she opened her legs before she pulled the coat aside. Thighs, curving symmetrically on the outer and inner sides, bare genitalia -- white skin where there had once been dark hair -- then twin nipples came into my viewfinder and, finally, her lovely face. 

It took me a few seconds to remember to press the button that would record and freeze what I was seeing. All I could think of was Megan -- my wife -- exposing herself in public.

I wished I'd gotten more shots, but an approaching car scared her into covering up.

Before she could pose again a man in casual clothing came and sat on the seat near her, I assumed to wait for a bus. They politely ignored each other. 

We waited, but no bus came.

Megan crossed her legs, resting the calf of one on the thigh of the other, making sure the coat stayed closed at the top and in place over her lap. Through the telephoto lens of the camera, the pose still gave me a delightful view between her bare legs. 

I could tell from her flushed face that she was excited by showing herself to me without the slightly older man next to her realising she was -- so much so that she did not cover up when a couple of cars went by.

I pretended to take photos in other directions for a moment so that Megan's unplanned companion in the bus shelter would be less likely to catch on to what was happening.

When I focussed back on them, I found Megan had lifted the heel of one boot up onto the seat and, as if pensive, was leaning on her raised knee. 

The pose had left her coat open on one side and draped like a curtain on the other, hiding her privates from the man's view. She parted her legs, putting her thighs and crotch on even wider display to the street. 

I clicked away, forgetting anything else but how gorgeous Megan looked and how good the erection in my trousers felt at the sight of her public nudity.

Even when she held the coat together, closed her legs, and put her foot back on the pavement she left a lot of bare thigh showing. I stopped taking photos and just watched, knowing the man was soon going to realise that, even if she was wearing the shortest of mini skirts or briefest of shorts, there was no sign of either in the parting of the coat. 

Megan appeared unconcerned, hands clasped in her lap, pretending to mind her own business. He was beginning to pay her attention openly, and I decided it was time to cross over and rejoin her. 

I sat between them. No one said anything. For all the guy knew, I was just a stranger who had turned up at the wrong moment. Megan ignored us both and pulled the coat together across her legs before buttoning it up.

When a bus came, Megan surprised me by following the guy onto it, leaving me no choice but to go with her.

The young man sat on a side seat behind the driver's compartment and Megan sat opposite. Proprietarily, I joined Megan on her seat, though still following her lead of acting as if we were strangers to each other. 

Towards the back, there were two other passengers but the rest of the bus was empty.

"I see you have a camera," Megan pretended to strike up a conversation with me. "Would you like to take my picture?"

"Sure," I agreed, unable to imagine what she was up to.

"I'll just go over there." She went and stood in front of the slightly older man we'd boarded with, and facing towards him. 

My stomach balled in a knot because I could tell by her movements that she was unbuttoning her coat. It had already gaped by the time she turned round and undid the bottom button, and I knew the guy must have fleetingly seen my wife's nakedness. Her doing it so openly startled me.

"Get your photo, " she invited, swaying with the movement of the bus. "You look the type to appreciate one like this. I saw you taking pictures of me from across the street at the bus stop."

My cheeks turned pink at virtually being called a pervert, as if I was a stranger, but I raised the camera. 

The older guy was starting to look hostile. "You don't have to pose for him," he told Megan.

She turned back to him, lifting her hands to hold the bar on the ceiling of the bus above her head. The coat flared, lifting up her thighs at the back. I took pictures of her, with the young man partly obscured. She just stood there calmly, virtually between his legs, exposing herself to him and, through the windows, to anyone in the street.

I had to witness her doing it to believe it.

They began talking to each other. I heard her promise to send him pictures if he gave her his e-mail address. He took out a business card and wrote on the back. She let him slip it in her coat pocket, bending forward until they were almost touching. Then, letting go of her overhead hold, she balanced herself against the motion of the bus and slowly re-did the buttons on her coat, still with her back to me. 

She and I got off at the next stop and the guy travelled on.

"I suppose you expect me to provide the pictures," I said resentfully.

Megan had a flushed, very turned-on look, like a woman aroused by foreplay.

"It'll just be an image. You'll still have the real me."

"But you'll enjoy the thought of him looking at it and knowing it's you."

She did not deny it. "It's not like I'm being unfaithful to you."

"It comes pretty close from my point of view."

"I didn't object to you looking at images of other women on the Net."

"I've never exposed myself to any of them."

She frowned, and said, "You're spoiling our fun. You agreed to come downtown so that I could flash."


Megan's Admirer



"I didn't expect it to get so up close and personal."

"It was spur of the moment ... and I enjoyed it. Why do you have to be so jealous about nothing? Don't you like me having a good time?" 

She made me feel it was unreasonable. 

She went on, "If a woman shaves her pussy -- and you wanted me to -- it's to be seen. That's why I was letting you take photos."

"I thought the thrill was only in the risk of being seen."

"Okay. That's what I thought, but I found it was a thrill to actually know I was being looked at."

"By another man."

Megan looked at me as if I was stupid for needing to have said it. We went home together, but sulked the rest of the day, and made up in bed that night.

The exchange of e-mails:

Megan e-mailed the best of her bus stop photos to the guy who had given her his card. "So he can see what was going on," she said. 

They were hot but, like she said, just images. I'd had time to cool down and even get a little thrill out of the thought of another man viewing them.

Megan got a reply on our home computer a few days later. She showed it to me. The message just said, "The pictures were awesome!" The attachment, when she opened it, made her giggle. 

There was a montage of images to scroll through. The first was a head and shoulders shot of the guy. The others, taken from different directions, were of a penis in full and glorious erection. In the last one, the cock was upright in a male hand and dribbling white semen over the fingers. It had a caption, "A certain pussy made me do it."

Jealously, I imagined him jerking-off while looking at one of Megan's pictures on a computer screen.

Megan had given me a hand job sometimes, but she'd never watched me, or anyone else, masturbating, and seemed delighted by it all, especially the last picture. 

She swivelled round on the chair. "Did you ever send a picture like that to a woman before we married?"

"No. Of course not."

"I'd like you to do that for me -- jerk off, I mean."

I glanced at the picture on the screen behind her. Clearly, it had a much greater appeal for her, but I couldn't say it had no effect on me.

She encouraged, "I want you to do it like you were by yourself -- like he would have -- but so I can see it spurt out."

I couldn't refuse her -- not when she looked at me appealingly -- but I had a feeling she would be thinking of him as she watched me take off my trousers and lie back across the end of the bed. With cock in hand, I closed my eyes and thought of her in the nude, taking a bath. 

The picture teased up an erection quickly. I heard her intake of breath but she didn't speak.

I opened my eyes just as I climaxed, watching her as cum sprayed out on my legs.

She gave a repressed little gasp, clamping her legs together as if she'd had an orgasm of her own. I knew for sure, then, she'd been unfaithfully imagining it was his cock. The idea turned me on.

"What's his name," I asked her.

"Julian. He works for a stockbroker."

"Would you like to send him a reply?"

She hesitated. "I'd need some new pictures to send him."

"Would you like me to take them now?"

"That would be fun," she brightened, realising I wasn't going to cause any grief about it.

I stayed naked from the waist down while she stripped and showed me her repertoire of erotic poses on the bed. After I'd downloaded the images from the camera, she sat at the computer, still in the nude, and typed her reply. She let me look at it.

The message was brief:' This is where I want your lovely white cum next time.'

"I'm only having him on," she explained hastily. "It's just Internet chat."

She was enjoying herself so much I just let her go on with selecting the attachment to go with the e-mail. It was an image of her spread cunt, held open by her fingers.

I figured he wouldn't know if it was really hers or just off a porn site. Besides, I reminded myself, he'd already seen it on the bus -- but not quite like that.

"Can I send it?"

"Sure. That's what you wanted it for." She'd suggested I take the intimate close-up.

As she clicked the mouse, she fondly held my cock in her other hand.

I expected Julian's reply to be off a toilet wall, like, 'When and where?' But he was more refined. Megan let me see it. 'It's just as I'd remembered it,' he'd typed.

"There are no attachments this time," she told me.

"Maybe he's married and his wife took the first pictures."

"Married like me, you mean."

"I wasn't being judgemental."

"Maybe he just didn't like the close-up."

"He'd have to be crazy or gay not to."

"Do you think I should reply?"

I pretended to be non-committal, even though it felt like I was colluding in her having an affair, "If it turns you on."

She turned back to the keyboard and typed, 'I look at your pictures every day.'

For all I knew, she did.

She added to the message, 'It's like you cum, just for me, each time.'

Julian's reply arrived the following night. It read, 'When I look at your pictures I do cum for you each time.'

"He must be single," Megan commented happily.

There was a picture attached to the e-mail. It turned out to be of a glass tumbler partly filled with white fluid. It had the caption, 'This is some of it.'

Megan groaned. "I wish I could pour it all over me!"

Her newfound excesses hadn't yet stopped shocking me. I found my voice, "Maybe you should tell him that."

"May I?"

"You've been honest so far."

She missed the irony in my voice and set to typing.

"What picture can I send?"

I put my book down. "Get undressed and I'll take one of you at the computer. You can tell him you always take your clothes off to read his mail."

Afterwards, we made passionate love.

If anything, Megan's e-mail correspondence with Julian left her even hotter for sex with me. The photo sessions weren't bad either, especially the one after his next reply. 

It read, 'I'd love to see you covered in cum.'

There was another picture of the tumbler, but this time the level was higher and a large cock, protruding from a male torso, dangled over the top, with a thin line of sticky fluid connecting its tip and the rim.

Megan looked at me hopefully. I protested, "I couldn't produce enough to cover you in!" 

She looked at the picture again. "He has a very photogenic penis."

"Most women aren't turned on by that sort of thing."

"I am!"

"It doesn't look any different than mine."

"No one's got one as beautiful as yours."

Her words made my heart-pounding jealousy subside. I turned my mind back to what I knew she wanted, and said, "He does say covered in it."

"I know."

"He probably means like Bukakke."

"What?"

"Where several men squirt their cum on a naked woman."

She looked more interested than I'd wanted her to.

"You mean she gets paid to let them do that?"

"I don't know. Maybe some women like to do it for kicks."

"Do they all stand around her at once, or what?"

"I don't know. I guess so."

"Or what if they have turns and take the photo after the last one comes," Megan was innovative. "Could we fake that?"

I breathed a silent sigh of relief. For a moment, I'd thought she was leading up to asking me to find half a dozen willing guys to really do it. Finding them wouldn't have been difficult. We'd only have had to go to a bar together to pick them up for that.

I put the thought out of my head.

My eyes lighted on the paste we used for gluing paper. "We could put that in a sauce dispenser and make it squirt out. We'd have to water it down a bit but it would look pretty realistic afterwards."

"You're such a great partner!" She stroked my cheek lovingly.

I kissed her lips. "You get ready to look like you've been gang-banged by several guys then, and I'll go and mix the cum."

She shivered theatrically, "You almost make me want the real thing."

I left before she developed that thought any further and did my part in the kitchen, getting horny in the process.

When I came back, Megan was naked on the bed, on her back, playing with herself. It wasn't something I'd seen her do before. Maybe she was thinking about what it would be like to be the sole centre of attention for a Bukakke gathering. 

"You're pretty turned on by something," I said casually, watching her fingers reluctantly slide off the elevated hood of her clit.

"I was just thinking of being covered in real cum."

"Would you like to be?"

"Only if it's yours."

I held up the plastic sauce container. "This will be quicker."

"Have you mixed it to look like the real thing?"

I felt a prick of jealousy. "Sure. And I've warmed it to body temperature so you won't be able to tell the difference when you feel it on your bare skin."

"Really?" She seemed pleased that I'd thought of it.

"Close your eyes and imagine six good-looking studs on the bed beside you, each with a huge cock in his hand."

She grinned at me then did as I'd suggested.

"The first guy is going to come on your tits," I told her. She squealed when the squirt of fake cum landed. "Did that feel good?"

"Yes." She sounded breathless. "Now I want to feel the next guy come." She still had her eyes closed as she fantasised, "The knob of his thing sticks so far out from his hand!" 

"This guy's going to come on your belly from the side." I squirted, filling the little hollow of her navel and trailing off from it.

"I feel covered already!" She squeezed her thighs together

"Hey," I said. "You can't do that. The third guy's kneeling between them."

She opened her legs quickly.

"He's very close to coming." I held off to tease her.

"Come on me! Come on me!"

I shot a short burst from the plastic container where her triangle of pubic hair would have been, and dripped some more down the inside of her left thigh.

"Aw, he missed," she groaned.

"You don't want to get all glued up in there."

"Cummed," she corrected me.

"The next guy wants to leave his on your face."

"Mmm. I can see his big cock hanging over my mouth." She parted her lips and let the tip of her pink tongue show.

I dribbled mock-cum around her mouth and chin and faked viscous drips down to her collarbone. The effect looked just like the real thing.

I got off the bed and collected the camera. Megan opened her eyes and made sexy, eager expressions for me as I took pictures.

"Wouldn't at least two or three of the men have fucked me," she conjectured, her imagination was still working vividly. "Julian will expect to see cum drooling out of my hole. The men would have split me open so wide that it wouldn't close again." 

"If I fill it with paste it won't open again for hours."

"This time I want real cum."

I stripped willingly and took the missionary position between her eagerly parted thighs. She made me enter her three times, pretending, with her eyes closed, I was a different guy each time -- one silent and rough, one loving, and the third crude. She let me come as the third guy after begging that I keep calling her a cheap tramp and slut, in between pleading to have her cunt filled to overflowing. It was a totally different Megan to the woman I'd married.

She even climaxed before I did, bucking wildly. While her cunt still rippled with the after-effect, I pulled my cock almost all the way out and let my cum shoot over her entrance.

I quickly got the camera and focussed it between her legs. She did look like three men had just taken turns to fuck her vaginally and as if, afterwards, some of their cum had run back down her sheath, gumming up the exit and dribbling down into her crack. 

I started taking pictures, and Megan helped by working the muscles of her cunt to expel any fluid trapped inside. 

"I want it to look like it's flowing out -- as if all the men fucked me."

I assured her it did. Then I said, "I suppose you wish Julian was one of them."

"Don't be silly. It's just a game between Julian and me. It's not meant to get physical. It's just about stimulating each other's imaginations."

I thought it was more like cock teasing but I didn't say so.

Megan went to have a shower while I downloaded the pictures and prepared an attachment for a blank e-mail reply. She came back in a bathrobe and took my place at the computer.

"What should I say?"

"Your cup runneth over."

She grinned but shook her head.

When she finished typing, she leant to the side so I could see. The message read: 'I imagined each one of them was you. 

Then she clicked the send button before she lost her nerve.

His reply came the next day: 'The lucky ones got to come in a very special place.' 

Only I knew how right he was. 

"He's jealous," Megan said as she opened the attachment. 

It was an invitation to dinner.

Megan typed a decline.

He came back: 'Would you cook for me?'

She answered: 'No.'

'Can we meet to exchange bodily fluids?'

Megan stared at the screen for a long time over that one.

"Is that what you'd like to do," I asked her.

"Anything like that would end the game."

Even so, I thought she wasn't ruling it out further down the track.

She typed: 'I'm shocked at your presumption. I only exchange bodily fluids through the mail.'

He came back: 'Where can I send you mine?'

She impulsively gave him our box number at the post office.

"Do you think he will," she asked me.

The gift of bodily fluid:

Julian's gift to Megan was marked 'Perishable - For Urgent Delivery', and the Post Office called her at work. She brought the little package home that evening and opened it in front of me, sitting on the double bed. There was a cardboard box inside the wrapping and an unrolled condom inside the box. The rubber had been sealed at the top by heat or glue so that it wouldn't leak.

"He's really done it," Megan expressed her delight as she stared at her gift and probably pictured his penis inside it. 

"Now you've got what you asked for, what are you going to do with it?"

She didn't like the tone of my voice. "You haven't minded so far. We've both been enjoying it."

I could tell she was in the mood to do the opposite of whatever I told her. I shut up. She, without any explanation, started undressing, stripping down to just her lacy knickers, and then she took the box and its contents and headed out of the bedroom. I followed her dutifully into the bathroom, taking the camera, and wanting to tell her, "Don't."

After pulling her knickers down, Megan sat on the toilet, from where she moved forward to the edge of the seat with her cunt in full view. That morning, she'd let me watch her shave it smooth again as if anticipating some new turn in the game with Julian. 

For a start she just let the sealed condom slide over her labia, posing with it in different positions while I reluctantly took photos. Then she did the same thing over each breast and nipple, but only after I'd undressed at her request so that she could look at my erect cock while she did it. "I want him to see a genuine hungry glint in my eye," she said. 

He would also see how hard it made her nipples.

She'd treated the fragile rubber gently, letting all the fluid in it drain back into the little sac at the bottom and the area above it. Julian had left a generous deposit.

Next, Megan lowered the white condom to her bare pussy again, closing her eyes as if imagining he was there with his cock inside the rubber.

I took photos as she pressed the top half of the prophylactic against her split, making the rubber bloom out at the bottom where the white liquid showed. I half expected to see it burst, Megan putting on an expression to show she was aching for it to do just that. 

I caught her theatrics on the camera just as I knew she wanted me to. Whether it was all just an act or not niggled at me.

She stood up then and turned her back to me, standing with her legs apart. She told me to sit on the edge of the bath. From there, I could take pictures of the condom dangling between her bare thighs. She bent forward a little and I got more cunt in the picture. The view made my cock swell so much it felt like there was a rubber band around it near the base.

After that shot, she sat down again and looked at me.

"What," I said.

"I suppose I'm not allowed to burst it?"

I stayed calm and tried reverse-psychology. "It would make a great shot to send him."

She was surprised. "I thought you'd be too jealous to let me." 

"It's only to provide a photo in a harmless game."

Her voice filled with earthy desire, "A gift should be opened, I suppose." Then her eyes met mine. "Then you don't mind that I want to feel his spunk on my body?" 

I couldn't speak for a moment. "It probably is real semen."

"I want it to be!"

"Most people would put that under the heading of adultery."

She gave me a beguiling grin. "Doesn't that make it seem even more exciting? You can watch me being unfaithful right in front of you when there's no other man here."

I lifted the camera again. "Where are you going to put it?"

"Somewhere down low, I guess."

"Between your legs?" I aimed the camera there.

The bottom of the condom came into view, resting on her Mons. The little cum-filled sac just touched the hood of her clit. It peeped through labia that had dilated in anticipation.

I took a picture because I couldn't help myself. The hood had started imperceptibly creeping back from Megan's little love-button.

She used her fingernail to burst the sac, letting white spunk cascade down her genitals. I kept taking pictures.

I heard her climax and saw her body jerk, a spasm of pleasure stiffening her spine momentarily.

Then she was looking down between her legs to make certain Julian's gift of bodily fluids had run where she wanted it to. It was welling out of her vulva, as mine had the night before, and she gave another groan of pleasure.

"Make sure he'll be able to see it's gone inside me." She spread her legs wider.

I took more pictures as cum dripped to the tiles at the front of the toilet. I didn't think about it being her cunt that someone else's bodily fluid was leaking from.

She got down on her hands and knees and I took pictures of her licking the drips of cum off the tiles. I even made sure some shots were from the rear so that her cunt was in them too. She looked like a bitch on heat who had no inhibitions.

Finally, she sat up. There was a slick of real cum on her lips and chin. She grinned at me as if she had been a naughty girl. "I couldn't help myself. Was I disgusting?"

I realised then that Megan couldn't do anything that disgusted me. She was too beautiful and I loved her too much.

Her cutel blue eyes were staring at me. "Would you like to come in my mouth?" It was a first-time offer, and her way of apologising.

She sat on the toilet seat again and I stood in front of her, still with an erection. 

Somehow, it didn't matter that the tongue licking me already had another man's semen on it.

Afterwards, all she ended up sending Julian was a message. It read: 'I can't let you see what I did with it. You'd be too disturbed.'

Then she made me delete all the pictures of her on her hands and knees in the bathroom.

Julian replied to her e-mail: 'It's enough to know that it went to a good home. Can I see you again -- like on the bus?'

She typed on the screen: 'Yes, but you can't talk to me or touch me ... anywhere.'

She glanced at me. "Can I send it?"

"I'll have to be there."

"To record it?" She stared into my eyes. "Yes, I'd like that."

Having my agreement, she added instructions for a meeting and sent the message.

The meeting:

On Saturday, Megan borrowed a limousine from her brother under some pretext, and I dressed as the chauffeur. Julian was waiting on the designated street corner. I pulled into the kerb and opened the back door for him. He didn't take enough notice to recognise me from the bus.




Megan's Admirer



Megan was sitting in the rear seat wearing nothing but a pair of plain white stockings. She looked so cute that I almost came on the spot. Julian hurriedly got in, sitting opposite her, and I closed the door, the dark one-way glass giving them total privacy from the outside.

I got back behind the wheel. There was a web-cam concealed above Julian's head so that -- on a laptop in the front -- I could see everything in the back that he could see in the flesh. I could also eavesdrop.

Megan looked ravishing, her legs modestly together, the elastic tops of her stockings ending half way up her otherwise bare thighs. Her swelling breasts were each jewelled at the peak by an erect nipple. Her hands rested on the seat beside her knees.

After a long while, she reached out and pulled something small out of the door pocket. She held it up so that he could see it was a filmy pair of knickers.

"I wore them today while I looked at the pictures you e-mailed me. They made me wet." Holding the garment out, she offered, "You can have them in return for the present you sent me."

I couldn't see what he did with them but Megan looked pleased.

"I loved your present," she went on then answered his unspoken question. "Yes, I did put it there." Her gaze fell for a second. "It was a very special moment."

I'd gotten over being jealous but I did feel like a pimp for what I had acquiesced to her doing.

"Where were you when you did it?"

"You're not allowed to talk to me," she reminded him. She paused. "I sat in the bathroom, on the edge of the toilet seat, and spread my legs." She moved forward on the seat and demonstrated. "Like this." The most lovely of cunts went on display to him and the camera. "My pussy was already open from knowing what I was about to do," she told him. She used her fingers to draw her labia apart and simulate it. "It was gaping like this."

I was sure he wasn't looking at her face.

She lay back, still holding her labia. Everything showed.

"Then I burst the sac all over my open pussy."

My cock jerked at her description, as if I was seeing it again.

Megan sat erect and closed her legs. Julian had to be infatuated with her to accept just being teased like that.

After a few moments, Megan said, "You want to see my cunt again, don't you? I know you want to look at the real thing, not just a picture. But remember, you can't touch me."

She half turned and knelt on the front of the seat and, holding the back, bent over. Her thighs were spread generously. She stared out the rear window. "Some men like to see me this way. It means they can look without having to be embarrassed by making eye contact ..."

I wondered if being able to see outside made what she was doing seem even more exhibitionist to her.

Megan held the pose for a long time before lying across the back seat on her side, facing the web-cam. She drew one foot up, steep-ling her leg. "Other men like to see it like this -- from the front." She grinned impishly. "I think you like it any way I show it."

A few minutes later, she sat up, primly closing her legs again.

She giggled like a schoolgirl. "I've shown you mine now you show me yours."

That wasn't part of the plan we'd made. She was supposed to be the only one exposing herself.

I saw her eyes lower. "That's even bigger than it looked in the pictures," she said appreciatively. "I'm glad I could make you so hard just from looking."

She started touching her breasts and teasing her nipples.

"You can play with yourself if you like," she said.

Their knees were only a little way apart. Megan lifted her feet onto his seat, one on either side of him. Julian must have moved forward, because his hand came into view with his cock in it. Megan started fingering the area around her clit, still exposing everything else.

"Can I touch you," he begged hoarsely.

"No..." Megan didn't sound as if she meant it.

"Just a little?"

"Come and sit beside me."

Julian appeared on the screen, as she knew he would. She wanted me to watch. She put her feet back up on the other seat but wider apart. "Just a little bit then."

Her body tensed as he reached between her legs. He let it explore the silky smoothness of her skin. I could hear her breathing getting deeper all the time. Her parted thighs relaxed. 

I saw her hand go out and curl around the shaft of his penis, drawing it towards her. He turned side-on so that she could lay it across her belly to press the shaft and flaring head against it. I heard her groan softly.

My attention shifted back to Megan's parted legs. Julian's fingers had penetrated her labia, which were gaping around them. Even as I watched, Megan thrust her groin forward to take them deeper. She wasn't restraining the sounds of her pleasure.

"This...wasn't meant...to happen," she got out.

It was seconds later before she pushed him away.

His cock stayed in the air.

She relented verbally, groaning, "It's so erect." She was unable to stop herself from reaching out and stroking it. "You were...just supposed...to look at me."

"You're so beautiful! How could I not want to touch?"

"Shsh!" She put her finger on his lips. "Don't talk. I only need to see it in your eyes. I can't resist you when I hear it as well."

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." He paused. "Everything we've shared has been the greatest experience of my life."

Megan looked as if she was going to faint. Recovering, she tried to fit his cock back into his trousers. "It won't go," she said hopelessly. 

I knew she was trying her utmost not to give in to her natural urges.

"The only place it will fit now is somewhere that stretches," Julian said.

Megan sounded as if she whimpered.

"I think you have somewhere that stretches, don't you, Megan?"

She nodded her head like a puppet.

"I think I found it before." He reached between her stocking-ed legs again. Megan did not try to resist. She lay back, with her little cunt in the air, inviting him to have his way with it. 

He was soon on his knees licking its juicy folds and making her buck with pleasure. She whispered, "I can feel a place that's so stretched for you." 

Julian stopped licking to inspect it "It certainly seems round enough at the entrance," he said, "but does the tunnel go in far enough?"

"If you push something up it, it will."

Julian sat back to unfasten his trousers and pull them down. Megan lifted up on her elbows to eagerly watch his preparations.

When he was ready, straddling the space between her legs, she guided his cock with her hand. Just the head went in for a start. I could see the point of entry, exposed by her open legs. Then he thrust in and covered it from view,

I turned off the laptop screen, feeling cuckolded. The web-cam still recorded, and the speakers still betrayed the sounds of their sexual encounter, but at least I didn't have to watch her being fucked by another man.

After it was over, I heard her say, "You should go now."

"Can I see you again?"

"Not like this. I'm married to a wonderful, loving man. If he found out I was having sex with other men it would hurt him."

"Won't your chauffeur tell him?"

"I just hired him for the day."

"And the last pictures you sent me were genuine?"

"Yes. I went to a hotel room with several men I picked up in a bar. I wanted them to use my body, like you suggested. I had one of them take the pictures for you afterwards."

Megan was lying smoothly.

There was silence for a moment.

"When I exposed myself on the bus you must have known what sort of woman I was."

I figured Megan was talking to me as well as to him. I turned on the screen again. Julian must have gone back to his original seat and was off-camera. Beautiful Megan was looking nude and perky, sitting cross-legged.

"You should go," she said. "We can't do this ever again."

I heard the door open. Julian's back loomed then disappeared off-screen. The door slammed.

Megan stared directly at the web-cam. "Are you going to kill me?"

I hit the button that lowered the partition between us. All I could do was stare at her lovely face and body. Then I said, "I agreed to you creating the situation. What happened after that was only natural."

"Are you angry with me for giving in to the impulse?"

"No. I can see now it was an inevitable end to the game you started."

"Do you like to watch me with another man?"

"I liked seeing you nude with him, but I couldn't watch him fuck you."

Her eyes were soft and loving. "I'm glad."

She uncurled her stocking-clad legs and put her feet on the floor, closing her knees. "Are we going home now?"

"I thought I'd drive around for a while. With the partition open I can look at you in the rear vision mirror." I paused. "Who knows, you might even want to pick up a stranger later."

"I won't," she said. "I'll never be unfaithful to you again ... But I do like the idea of you looking at me in the nude as you drive..."

I forgave her. 

"Don't do anything too erotic then," I said, "or I'll probably crash."

"If it gets too much for you, pull over and come in the back with me."

"I couldn't possibly, Madam, I'm only the chauffeur."

She opened her legs. "I've always fancied showing myself to a chauffeur."