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My Life with Carrie Ch. 01

By: vclortho



My wife, Carrie, is a dancer and choreographer. Because exercise is an integral part of her career, she has maintained a great physique over the 25 years we have been married, even after giving birth to two children. To this day, when we go out she still turns a lot of heads, both young and old. I'm very proud to be with such a beautiful woman and over the years I haven't minded showing her off occasionally. We are raising a family of two children and a dog in a conservative suburb of a major western city. We both have careers and so our lives are very hectic. I would say that we have managed to have a fairly routine sex life that has been punctuated over the years by some episodes of truly naughty behavior. Those are the subject of the stories I would like to share.

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It took me five years to finish college. All of my close friends managed it in four. So, as they took jobs in various locations around the country and began their careers, I was left to finish school on my own. In that year I met two other guys, Joe and Brent, who were also on the five-year plan and we became good friends. Although we spent a considerable amount of time together and I felt like we had become pretty close, when we finally graduated and Joe moved to Atlanta and Brent moved to Boston and I moved back to southern California, we didn't stay in contact with one another. I had already formed the habit of keeping in touch with my four-year friends and those are the friends I have always kept up with. 

I got married a few years out of college to a beautiful, intelligent, sexy woman named Carrie. Joe and Brent were both on my invitation list but neither showed up and I don't remember getting invitations to either of their weddings. Several years later I got a phone call from Joe out of the blue. We caught up on each others lives for a bit and he told me that he had been married but had gotten a divorce. That was the bad news. The good news, as he put it, was that he was getting married again. Because he and his fiancé were both on their second marriages they had decided to forgo the big ceremony with their families and get hitched in Las Vegas. He had decided to invite Brent and me, and our wives, to help celebrate the beginning of his new life. I was surprised to hear from him and in keeping with the nature of our past relationship he talked me into coming to Vegas. He was always talking me into things, but at least Las Vegas wasn't too far away and there were lots of things to do. Carrie's response, however, was less than enthusiastic.

"Who is this guy?" 

I tried to explain again.

"But why does he want you to be there so badly?"

I didn't really know the answer to that, other than because he could always talk me into anything. I hypothesized that maybe on his second marriage he was inviting a different set of guests and hoping for a better karma this time around.

She looked skeptical. "And is this other guy, Brent, is he married?"

"Apparently. His wife's name is Miranda."

"And when we get there, you're not just going to run off with your college buddies and leave me stranded with two people I don't know, are you?"

"Of course not. I'm sure they will be nice. But if they're not, we'll be Vegas. We'll find other things to do. It'll be a great weekend, trust me."

She stilled looked skeptical but she went along with the plan. We made arrangements to fly to Las Vegas on a Friday evening, leaving right after work. The wedding would be on Saturday and then we would spend Saturday night celebrating with our new friends and return Sunday morning in time to relax before starting the next work week.

Joe, however, had other plans. About three weeks before the wedding he called to tell me that he and Brent had planned a small bachelor party for Friday night. Their wives had agreed to go shopping and then they would all meet later. Oddly, none of the wives had ever met, so this wasn't going to be an easy sell with Carrie. I hemmed and hawed and Joe pushed like he always did and I ended up promising to give it a shot. 

"I knew it," were the first words out of her mouth when I filled her in on the plan. "I'm going to be left stranded with these people I don't know while you run around and party with your college buddies. And do you really think it's appropriate for a man in your marital condition to be at a bachelor party?"

"Look, honey, we're just going out to have a few drinks and reconnect. There won't be any girls unless we go to a bar that has waitresses. I'm sure that Miranda and Samantha will be fun people and you will have a great time. I'll take my phone with me and if you get bored you can call me and I'll come and rescue you." She was still looking skeptical but once again let it go.

A week later, Joe called again. "Brent and I have decided to hire a stripper for the bachelor party, but she's expensive. We're going to need you to go in on it with us."

"What?" I squawked in protest. "I can't even go to see a stripper much less help pay for one. I can't be a part of this."

It sounded to me like I was putting my foot down but it sounded to Joe like I was saying go for it, count me in. By the end of the conversation I had committed to chipping in and was feeling really uneasy about the situation. I decided not to update Carrie on the new plan. I would just wait until we got there and figure out what to do then. If all else failed, I could just schedule us to take a later flight to Vegas and then I could back out of the bachelor party without having to discuss all the reasons I was a pussy-whipped weenie with Joe. The big weekend was beginning to sound more stressful than relaxing.

Joe never called back again and soon Carrie and I were boarding the plane for our Vegas weekend. As the departure date neared Carrie had become more and more relaxed about upcoming trip. She had decided that she and Samantha and Miranda were going to have a great time shopping and that I should go out and paint the town red with my buddies and not worry about a thing. At first I thought she was being sarcastic, but she assured me that she was serious, after giving it some thought she was sure everything would work out for the best. She sounded excited. Okay, I thought, things are looking up. When we arrived in Las Vegas, Carrie called the number I had given her and made arrangements to meet her new friends and I found my way to the hotel to meet the guys.

Joe had rented a suite for him and Samantha. Connected to the bedroom was a large, separate living room type area with a sofa and several wing back chairs. I wasn't sure why he needed a suite but he seemed happy with it nonetheless.

"So, where are we headed?" I asked when we had finished reacquainting ourselves. 

"Right here," Joe announced. "We hired the stripper, and you owe me money, and she's coming to dance for us right here. Private party."

Well, this wasn't the best news for me. I knew I would feel guilty for not being straight with Carrie but now that I was in the situation, maybe it would be best just to go along. Carrie had actually seemed excited when she left to meet Samantha and Miranda and I was starting to think that she was going to have more fun than me this weekend. Oh, well, it was only one night.

We started drinking beers and talking about the old days and learning about our current lives and several hours passed quickly. Then there was a knock at the door. Joe's eyes lit up and I guessed the stripper had arrived. When Joe answered the door I could hear a muffled woman's voice in the hallway. I couldn't make out what she and Joe were saying but it sounded like a somewhat complicated negotiation. Finally Joe closed the door and came back into the room.

"Okay, here's the deal," he announced like always, "The stripper we wanted to hire is sick or something, which is too bad because she's really hot. So I had to negotiate a new deal. And I think I did well, gentlemen," he said, winking. He was pleased to announce that instead of one girl we were getting three. Our own personal dancers, as he put it. But they were new and kind of like trainees so we had to do a few things a little differently than normal. 

I didn't know whether having my own personal stripper was going to make this easier or more difficult. But I was certain that at the end of the night I wanted to be able to face Carrie with a clear conscience explain every detail of the evening for her approval. 

A few minutes later there was another knock on the door and the lady from the hallway stepped into the room this time. She was very attractive and, while she was probably too old to still be a dancer, I was sure that she had worked in the business at one time. She helped us clear the center of the floor and then arrange three of the wing back chairs in the center and facing away from each other so that their backs made a triangle. When we sat in the chairs we would only be able to see the dancer directly in front of us. I guessed that if these girls were beginners maybe seeing the other girls would give a boost to their self confidence or maybe dancing for one person was less intimidating than dancing for a whole room full of guys. Whatever the case, Joe and Brent were getting visibly excited by the impending show and I felt my spirits picking up a little also. 

We each sat down in a chair and the attractive woman explained that she would be dimming the lights and then the girls would come in and the show would start. She set up a portable stereo and turned it on. My heart raced a little with anticipation as the show began. And then the attractive woman turned off the lights.

We sat there for a few seconds in the total darkness and then we could hear the door to the hallway open for a moment and the rush of feet across the carpet. In the darkness I could sense the movement of the girl in front of me. Then she turned on the flashlight she was holding with both hands over her head and illuminated her body from above. She was very attractive and wearing a see-through negligee with lacy bra and panties, like what one would expect a stripper to wear. She seemed a little older than I would have expected a beginner to be, she was maybe late twenties or early thirties, but what the hell did I know about the stripping industry anyway. I relaxed and settled back into my comfortable chair.

As she sensually moved her body, the dancer created interesting effects by moving the flashlight also. She basically had her own mini-spotlight to emphasize various parts of her body. After some introductory moves that were probably designed to get us both warmed up, she placed the flashlight between her feet facing upward. The light created a stark film-noir landscape as deep shadows danced across her shapely legs, changing with dramatic contrast between dark and light as she moved her body. With her hands she held out the diaphanous fabric of her negligee and produced a swirling kaleidoscope of merging shadows on the ceiling. It was an interesting idea and a great lighting effect. Normally, I would probably have been bored by now and wanting her just to get down to business, but tonight I had lots of time to enjoy and it was putting off the inevitable grief I would eventually get from Joe when I had to say I'd had enough and stop my part of the show. 

Now with the spotlight still between her feet the dancer lifted her negligee up over her head a let it float gently to the floor. As it floated downward it created a wild twisting snarl of shadows across her body. She bent down and moved the negligee aside and began her sensuous undulations once again with the light at the same angle. I was amazed at the numerous peaks and valleys the female body has when lit from this angle and the dancer allowed me ample time to explore them with my eyes. Soon it was time for a scene change and she lifted the light to her waist, where she held it against her back and pointing upward, illuminating the upper part of her body. As she faced away from me she began to wriggle out of her bra with one hand while she held the light behind her back with the other. She lifted the strap off of one shoulder let it dangle onto her arm. Then she switched hands and lifted the strap off of the other shoulder. As she worked I enjoyed the changing topography of her muscular back. Finally the bra fell to the floor. She let me enjoy the view of her back for a few more moments and then she quickly turned to face me, still holding the light with both hands in the same position behind her. Even though her breasts were completely exposed to my view, I couldn't really make them out in the dim light, but I had a glowing, backlit outline of her fabulous torso. She was really using the light well to build the anticipation. Now, with the light facing her torso, she extended her arm directly out to her side giving me an illuminated side-view of her magnificent breasts. With the light at the side her tits took on the proportions of mountains capped by long succulent nipples. She slowly brought the light around in front of her giving me my first well illuminated view of her truly spectacular upper body. As she held the light in front, she twirled and dipped while letting me observe her brightly lit chest from all different perspectives. 

After I had had enough time to become fully acquainted with her breasts in all of their possible configurations, she laid the flashlight on the floor a few feet off to one side. From the flashes of light from other parts of the room I could guess that the other two girls were following the same routine. Then she began to tease me by moving in and out of the narrow band of light. She walked through so that I could only see her legs, then she crawled through on her hands and knees. She worked her way through several variations and then standing with her back to me and illuminated up to her thighs she hooked her thumbs into the side of her panties and dropped them to the floor. She was now completely naked. As she kicked the limp fabric out of the way she lowered herself to her knees and her lower body glowed in the bright light. Facing away from me, she bent forward onto all fours, parting her legs. Her entire sex was open to my view but was completely in the shadow because of the angle of the light still off to the side. The teasing was really getting me worked up but this was starting to get frustrating. I found myself wanting to grab the light and shine it where I wanted. Then she began to move in and out of the light again and I began to get better and better views of her pussy and her ass. It was still a game, though, and I was getting only flashes. 

Then the dancer picked up the flashlight and walked over to my chair and placed it between my legs and facing outward. I reached down to adjust it and she quickly moved my hand away. I was not to touch the light. Now that my eyes were at the same angle as the little spotlight there were no more shadows for her to tease me with. Now as she rolled on the floor in front of me and spread her legs open and crawled around on all fours, her entire body was completely illuminated for my viewing pleasure. And it was truly a pleasure to watch this beautiful woman perform. She showed me everything, including a few minutes where she spread her legs and opened her pussy lips with her fingers for my inspection. 

After what seemed a long period of time she stood up and took the flash light from between my legs and walked away. At first I thought the show might be over but as she left my field of vision, another dancer came into view from the other side. They were rotating. I was going to have three personal dancers tonight.

As the next girl came into view I could see right away the she was equally as beautiful as the first. She was already naked but she teased me for a while by holding the light at various angles across her body. Finally she set the light in between my feet and angled it out slightly toward her. With the uplight I got great views of her crotch and she leaned in several times to give me nice long looks at her dangling breasts. After she had exhausted all of the angles from this position and I had familiarized myself with all of the nooks and crannies of her voluptuous body she picked up the light and placed it between my knees pointing up to the ceiling. Then she put her hand on the armrests of my chair and leaned in to give me an up close view of her undulating breasts. I knew from experience that you never touch a stripper unless you are invited so I fought back the urge to suck her incredible nipples into my mouth as they hung like ripe grapes only inches away. She moved and swayed in front of me allowing her breasts to brush up against my face. I had long ago forgotten my promise to myself to not be inappropriate and now I was fully lost in my lustful yearnings. As my mind wandered momentarily, my new private dancer refocused my attention by putting her knee onto the armrest. Then she put her other knee on the other armrest and continued upward until she was standing precariously on the armrests in front of me with the light shining up from below and her pussy only inches from my face. I was surprised to see her considerable wetness. I had always thought that strippers didn't get very excited during their performances but that was clearly not the case here. She began to gyrate her hips and using her fingers to open her delicate lips for my up close personal inspection. Then she continued my female anatomy lesson by turning to face away from me and bending over to touch her toes. Her private area could not possibly been more exposed than it was. As she moved her hips and shifted her weight from side to side I was mesmerized by the complicated beauty of the well lit area before me. Several times she moved her pussy and her asshole so close I thought she might impale herself on my nose. Soon her erotic performance came to an end and she stepped off of the chair and took her light with her as the girls rotated once more.

The new dancer that entered the stage in front of me came in with her light shining on the wall. I could see the highlighted outline of her lovely athletic body but the details were in the dark. She backed up toward me until her legs were touching my knees. Then she placed the flashlight in between my legs and pointing outward and illuminating the stage in front of me as the first dancer had done. It appeared that there was going to be very little teasing and she was going to get right down to business. Once the light was set, she bent her knees, sat on my lap and laid her body back against me. I could feel the entire length of her body pressing against me. Up until this point I had been aware of my excitement but my erection had been bearable. Now, as the outline of my cock snuggled into the cleft of this sexy dancer's ass, I became aware of how horny I actually was. And the incredible view of her faintly illuminated body as I looked over her shoulder wasn't making the situation more comfortable. Suddenly she turned her face to my ear and whispered very softly, "Touch me."

This was almost too much to handle. I knew I couldn't touch her but I was really struggling to maintain my composure under all of this pressure. Then she whispered again, her warm breathe tickling my ear, "I want you to touch me."

I was proud of my restraint as I whispered back, "I can't. I don't think my wife would appreciate it if I touched you."

"Maybe she wants you to enjoy yourself. Go ahead, touch me."

As I started to repeat my objection I turned my head trying to look her in the eye. I wasn't sure why a stripper would care if I didn't touch her and I was a little irritated that she was goading me into something I had already said I didn't want to do. I had already gone way beyond what I felt comfortable with and now the guilty feelings that I had been suppressing began to wriggle back into my consciousness. 


My Life with Carrie Ch. 01



But when our eyes met in the dim light I got the surprise of my life.

This was no ordinary stripper, this was my wife.

"Carrie?" I whispered desperately in the half light.

"Don't you want to touch me?" she whispered back, still squirming and pressing her body against mine. "I really want you right now. This dancing has really gotten me hot."

I stared for a moment in disbelief. I didn't even know where to start. "Wh-...what are you doing here?" I whispered frantically, trying to figure out where this had gone wrong.

"I'm dancing for husband's bachelor party," she replied, pointing out the obvious, "and now I'm trying to get him to touch me so that I can get a little relief. I'm really horny."

Sex was the last thing on my mind at the moment. "But how did you get here? When did you come in? How do you know these strippers?"

"Oh, they're not really strippers. We've been here the whole time. The girls and I decided to have a little fun on our girl's night out. And you were right, I'm really having a great time."

I was still struggling to make sense of the situation. And then the realization hit me that the other two dancers hadn't been strippers at all. They were Samantha and Miranda. When I played that back in my mind my waning erection was once again raging. But when did Carrie come in? I think that shock was preventing my brain from seeing the obvious. While Joe and Brent's significant others were giving me their erotic best, my wife was doing the same for Joe and Brent. The image of my wife dancing for my friends the way that Samantha and Miranda had just been dancing for me burned itself into my memory. I was so turned on that I was ready for a lot more than touching and I didn't care if there were others in the room, this couldn't wait.

I reached over Carrie's shoulder and cupped her breasts in my hands. She laid her head back on my shoulder, breathing heavily. As my fingers found their way into her bush I let them frolic in the wetness that soaked her pubic hair. I turned off the flashlight and lowered Carrie onto the floor where I could address her needs more easily. As my tongue found its way to her clitoris I could hear surprised conversations in the background. Joe and Brent had just discovered what their wives had been up to. While they worked through their understandable confusion, I tongued my wife to her first orgasm. The sight of her dancing naked for my friends played like a movie in my head as I entered her warm wetness. While I had little awareness of the passing of time, I doubt that the act lasted for very long. We pushed and stroked and moaned and groaned in our animal lust. I pushed the cloudy details of how all of this happened to the back of my mind while I completed the task of reconnecting with my beautiful sexy wife. As we lay sweating and breathing heavily on the carpet, I could hear the other two couples in the act of reconnecting.

It was a great weekend. We were all a little uncomfortable when the lights were turned on, but we went out and danced and drank together and went back to our separate hotel rooms and made love. We never really talked about the bachelor party as a group, it just kind of played quietly in the backs of our minds, already becoming a fond memory.

Carrie explained to me later that in the weeks before the wedding Samantha had overheard one of Joe's phone negotiations with the stripper. At first she had been upset and had actually thought about canceling the wedding. But after a little time to think, she came up with a better idea. She secretly called the other two girls and they put their well-executed plan into motion. Not only did the girls come up with an alternative to their frustration, but the planning and organizing of the event became an erotic experience in itself. They were very nervous before their performances and had had to belt a few drinks to bolster their courage. The three guys all agreed later that it really was a very sexy experience, although not one that needs to be repeated.

After the wedding, we all returned to our normal lives. Carrie and I relive the sexy strip show occasionally and I have never been able to look at a flashlight the same way again. We haven't seen the other couples for a few years now, but we know where they are and maybe someday we will all meet for another wild weekend in Las Vegas.



My Life with Carrie Ch. 02



My wife, Carrie, is a dancer and choreographer. Because exercise is an integral part of her career, she has maintained a great physique over the 25 years we have been married, even after giving birth to two children. To this day, when we go out she still turns a lot of heads, both young and old. I'm very proud to be with such a beautiful woman and over the years I haven't minded showing her off occasionally. We are raising a family of two children and a dog in a conservative suburb of a major western city. We both have careers and so our lives are very hectic. I would say that we have managed to have a fairly routine sex life that has been punctuated over the years by some episodes of truly naughty behavior. Those are the subject of the stories I would like to share. 

I have encouraged my wife, Carrie, many times over the years to have some "boudoir" pictures taken. I find them very sexy and would love to see my beautiful wife posing. But, it seemed like something that she was never going to go through with on her own. 

So one Valentine's Day, I gave us both a gift. I paid for a boudoir session for Carrie with a local photographer, Elizabeth. I chose a woman because I wasn't sure exactly how Carrie was going to react and I thought maybe having a woman doing the photos would increase the chances of her actually going through with it. One of my concerns with a woman photographer, however, was whether the photos would be sexy enough. I explained to Elizabeth that while I liked nice romantic pictures I was also hoping for some that would be a lot more on the wild side. She assured me that she could get Carrie into some very erotic poses and that I had nothing to worry about in that department. I finished the discussion saying that nothing would be to revealing or erotic for my taste and that I looked forward to seeing the photos. 

As the day of the photo shoot approached, Carrie began to get nervous about the whole affair. I had intended on tagging along to check things out, but Carrie said that she would be too embarrassed to pose partially naked in front of me and so I was disappointed to be staying home. I had anticipated this problem, however, and had made arrangements with Elizabeth so that she would let me slip in and watch from her office. Her office had a rectangular opening, like a window with no glass that looked into the studio. When all of the lights were turned on for the photographs, the office lay in the shadows and I as long as a sat still I could easily observe all of the action without being noticed.

When the day finally came, I wished Carrie a sexy day and told her that I had to go to an all day meeting and would be back that evening. I drove to the studio and parked down the street. When I saw Carrie park her car and walk in with her wardrobe for the day, I also parked and waited outside the door. After what seemed like an eternity, Carrie went into the dressing room, and Elizabeth opened the door so that I could quietly take up my position in the office. 

The studio was quite dark except for a brightly lit area in the middle where all of the lights were focused. On a short platform there was a long bench draped with a red cover in front of a red background. This was obviously going to be the focus of the action and I had a great view from my shadowy location. I was about fifteen feet away would be looking just over the shoulder of the photographer. I was really getting excited about what was soon to happen. Even though I regularly see Carrie naked at home, there was something much more sensual and erotic about seeing her naked in this semi-public situation. 

Shortly after I had gotten situated and managed to relax a little, Carrie stepped into the studio area. She was wearing a see-through negligee with a lacey bra and panties underneath. She wasn't really showing more skin than a bikini, but this outfit was designed to inspire lust. And I was suddenly feeling very inspired.

Elizabeth stepped forward to meet her, gushing about how ravishing she looked. Carrie smiled and moved tentatively into the lighted area. 

"Okay, Carrie, we just need to make a couple of equipment adjustments and check some light levels and then we'll be ready to get going."

At this point I was very surprised to see a muscular young man in sweat pants and a t-shirt step out of the shadows and start making adjustments on some of the lights. He was tall, athletic, blond, and handsome. I'm not always good at determining whether or not a man will be attractive to women, but even I could tell this man was a hunk. I hadn't anticipated that there would be another man present and I was starting to be concerned that this would put a damper on Carrie's enthusiasm. But she didn't seem surprised to see him and watched him calmly, with a shy school-girl look on her face – I could tell she found him attractive. She had obviously been introduced to him before I came in and was feeling comfortable with him in the room so maybe this would work out after all. 

"Okay, Michael, I think we're ready to go," Elizabeth said, breaking the silence. Michael stepped back into the shadows and Elizabeth started to direct Carrie into poses. They stared very conservatively and Carrie and I both quickly forgot about Michael. Carrie was truly a beautiful, sexy model and Elizabeth seemed to be very pleased with how well things were going. A couple of times, Elizabeth had Carrie step out to look at some of the pictures on a monitor and talk about some other possible poses and angles. There was a business-like atmosphere to the whole process. 

Once everything had become routine and comfortable, Elizabeth asked Carrie to remove her bra. It wasn't really a question or a command, just a gentle, but firm suggestion. Carrie nodded her head in assent and immediately reached behind her back to unfasten it. Once she had worked the bra out from under the negligee and dropped it off to the side, she took a deep breath and faced the camera again. Carrie's breasts were fully exposed under the see-through fabric and they were fantastic. Her erect nipples suggested her excitement but she also gets a little flushed, especially on her neck and below her ears, when she is becoming sexually aroused. And it was obvious to me that she was becoming very aroused. I could feel myself getting aroused as well. I knew that we would both enjoy these pictures for years to come and I was really happy with my decision to be present. Once the session was over, I was sure Carrie would forgive my intrusion.

When Elizabeth had moved Carrie through several poses, she halted the action for a moment and spoke to Michael about some adjustments in positions of some of the lights. I had forgotten that Michael was out there somewhere in the shadows, and by the surprised look on Carrie's face, I sensed that she had forgotten about him, also. When he stepped up to carry out his instructions, I watched Carrie's reaction carefully. She didn't cover anything up, and she never took her eyes off of him. Once or twice, he seemed to sense that she was watching him and he glanced quickly at her. She smiled and remained as she was, her naked breasts fully exposed to his view. It was obvious to me at this point that Michael's presence wasn't going to create a problem for getting the kind of pictures I was hoping for. As a matter of fact, I was starting to think that Michael was increasing the intensity of the session and my wife was getting ready to really let her hair down. I wasn't too sure how I felt about his unannounced intrusion to the photo session, but I wanted some great photos and maybe he was going to help the process.

As Michael retreated back into the shadows, Elizabeth started her instructions for the next pose. Carrie refocused on the camera and moved accordingly. This time Michael lingered in a position where both Carrie and I could still see that he was there. Carrie seemed to be turned by this and she became much more animated and free about her movements. In just a couple of minutes, Elizabeth asked Carrie to slowly begin to remove her panties. Carrie didn't hesitate and began slowly tugging on the sides. A few shots later her panties were on the floor, and my wife had nothing on but a see-through negligee that left nothing to the imagination. Michael had faded into the background by now but I could tell that Carrie still sensed his presence. And she was really getting into the poses. In one pose she sat on the bench with her back very straight and her hands on the bench in between her legs. In this position, her breasts were pushed forward between her arms and her crotch was covered by her hands. Then she got onto her hands and knees on the bench, with her face toward the camera. She folded her arms with her elbows on the bench and laid her head on her arms. Because her knees were still underneath, her entire backside was wide open to view from the rear. While this angle was not available to the camera, Michael was still out there somewhere, and I was sure that thought had crossed Carrie's mind as well. The power of his unseen presence was encouraging my wife to completely lose her inhibitions. I was getting the pictures I had hoped for and I loved it. Too soon, Elizabeth suggested that Carrie change outfits and Carrie retreated to the dressing room.

After a few minutes Carrie came out in a long black t-shirt that came to about her mid-thigh. Her erect nipples poked playfully at the fabric stretched across her chest and there was a little jiggle as she stepped softly across the floor. She appeared calm, collected and business-like. Elizabeth smiled and placed Carrie in the middle of the lighted area once again and starting directing her through a series of poses. At one point Carrie was facing away from the camera and playfully lifted the back of the t-shirt revealing her bare ass. She was relaxing and I could tell that she was starting to get warmed up again. Then Elizabeth stopped shooting and brought her camera down in front of her. 

"I would like to use Michael as a prop, if it's okay with you, Carrie."

Carrie seemed a bit surprised, but asked curiously, "What will he be doing?"

"Well, I would like to use his arms and maybe his upper body for contrast. His face won't be in any of the pictures but he will be standing pretty close to you."

At this point, Carrie was completely covered by the t-shirt and having Michael close to her didn't seem like such a big step. He had already had a good view of her body through the transparent lingerie she had been wearing in the last set. Still, Carrie blushed a little at the suggestion.

"I'm okay with that," she replied simply.

Michael emerged from the shadows in front of Carrie. 

"Could you remove your shirt, please, Michael?" Elizabeth more instructed than asked.

Michael removed his shirt, but left his sweat pants on. His upper body was very muscular and well defined. Little beads of sweat caused his skin to glimmer in the bright lights of the studio. I heard Carrie take in a quick breath of surprise. This beefy young hunk was standing only 3 feet away from her and she was barely dressed. Michael moved up in front of her with his back still to the camera. 

As if not to disturb the tangible sexual tension in the air of the studio, Elizabeth kept her instructions short and to the point, "Michael, could you extend your right arm across Carrie's front?"

His tanned arm looked huge and daunting in front of my wife's body. I could easily see what Elizabeth meant by contrast. Carrie looked hesitantly at his arm and then back to Elizabeth. 

"Open your mouth a little when you look back at his arm, Carrie, maybe like you're a little surprised and a little intimidated."

And so Elizabeth began snapping photos while Michael provided contrast and Carrie started to look very turned on. His bulging biceps and shoulders thrust powerfully across the softness of her body in the background. These were going to be some very sexy pictures. Then Elizabeth asked Michael to step behind Carrie. Even though he was now facing the camera, his face was out of the light and his upper torso provided a very masculine backdrop for my sexy wife as she lifted and stretched parts of the t-shirt to gradually expose more and more of her curvaceous body.

After a few more shots, Elizabeth spoke again, "Michael, put your right arm over Carrie's shoulder and grab the t-shirt in about the middle of her tummy on her left side."

Michael calmly reached over Carrie's right shoulder, across her body, and grabbed a handful of the shirt. As the shirt bunched up in his hand, it stretched tightly across her body and suddenly my wife's voluptuous form and beautiful breasts came into stark relief. While I admit that the sight of this Adonis so close to my nearly naked wife was disturbing to me, I was completely turned by what was happening in front of me. My wife was as sexy as I had ever seen her. And best of all, she was starting to feel it, too. She appeared to me to be completely turned on. Her face was slightly flushed, her eyes had a distant, glazed look, and her breath was coming in little gasps. 

What happened next almost made both of us orgasm. 

Michael reached down with his left hand, grabbed a part of her shirt next to his right hand, and with rippling muscles, tore a large hole in the t-shirt. Elizabeth kept the shutter on overdrive in a desperate effort to capture the power and strength of his movement and the sudden exposure of Carrie's creamy white torso and the lower part of her breast. Carrie looked shocked and recoiled into his chest, but she quickly recovered and played along. She relaxed in his arms and laid her head back against his bare chest, submitting to his overwhelming strength. Michael released his hold on the shirt and then made another rip on Carrie's right side and a little lower down on her abdomen exposing another strip of her silky flesh. Carrie continued to create suggestive scenarios by resisting and pushing against his arms, and then allowing herself to be overwhelmed again. 

It wasn't long until the shirt was in tatters and Carrie was completely exposed. Finally, she lifted the remaining slivers of the shirt over her head and stood completely naked facing the camera. Michael was still standing behind her and continued to move his hands and arms around her naked body. In some shots he covered her breasts with his hands, in others he flexed his biceps across her abdomen, the hard, angled, sinews of his muscles making a very erotic contrast to the soft, white curves of her body. 

Then Elizabeth said, "Thank you, Michael." And suddenly, he melted into the shadows once again. All of Carrie's shyness had now evaporated. She slowly sat back on the bench behind her and, without any instructions from Elizabeth, began a truly erotic series of poses. While she leaned back on one hand, she put one foot up on the bench so that her sex was completely exposed to the camera and Elizabeth fired off picture after picture. After several angles, Elizabeth suggested that it was time for one last costume change and Carrie made her way back to the dressing room. 

I was nearly exhausted from watching and I knew Carrie must be, too, but we had paid for 3 costumes and Elizabeth was being a good business woman in making sure we got our monies worth. Of course, I already felt like we got our monies worth, but that was because I didn't have any way of knowing what was going to happen next.

Soon, Carrie emerged from the dressing room with a yellow sundress with a blue pattern of some kind on it and I guessed nothing underneath. She had regained her composure and gave a relaxed smile and stepped into the light like she was ready and willing for whatever Elizabeth asked her to do next. Elizabeth got right down to business. She had Carrie sit on the little bench like she was sitting at a bus stop. Carrie exposed various parts of her self by undoing buttons and leaning forward, or sitting back and opening her legs. It was sexy seeing such an innocent looking dress used like a naughty prop in this way. Finally, Elizabeth said,

"I would like to use Michael again." Carrie, with a dreamy look on her face, just nodded her assent.

Right on cue, Michael appeared in front of Carrie, still shirtless and still wearing his sweatpants. Carrie, sitting with her elbows on her knees and facing the camera, let her eyes roam freely over his body as he calmly stepped toward her and away from the camera. When he was about three steps away, he suddenly stopped, grabbed the elastic of his sweat pants, and pushed them all the way down to the floor. When he stood back up, he was completely naked. Carrie's eyes got big and her mouth dropped open as she stared directly at his penis. Of course, Elizabeth was hurriedly recording every moment on film. After a brief moment of taking in his manhood, Carrie started to lift her face to look Michael in the eyes. 

"Keep your chin down, Carrie, just move your eyes," Elizabeth instructed softly. As if in a trance, Carrie followed the instruction and lowered her chin while her eyes climbed up to meet his. Michael took a couple of short steps to close the gap between them and Carrie let her eyes work their way back down to his approaching manhood. 

The sight of my sexy wife being approached by this intimidating naked man was electrifying. Carrie didn't take her eyes off of him as she began wiggling out of the sundress. When she was completely naked, she opened her legs and began displaying herself to Michael and to the camera. Elizabeth kept the shutter fluttering while Carrie continued to openly and brazenly seduce Michael. Carrie began rolling her nipples between her fingers and working her hands down her body to finger herself. Finally, she plunged her fingers into her pussy with great urgency. After a few minutes of frantic activity, Carrie had an earth shattering orgasm calmly observed by Michael and the camera. As Carrie recovered and Michael melted into the background once again, Elizabeth was ecstatic about the days effort.

"Wow! That was unbelievable, Carrie. I don't think I have ever done a shoot this hot. You are incredible on camera!" Elizabeth said. "I think we are probably done for the day."

Carrie smiled and started to reply but I didn't wait to hear it. I needed to get out of sight before I no longer had the cover of the bright lights to hide me. My knees were shaking as I headed out into the parking lot and to my car. I felt some pangs of jealousy of seeing my wife so turned on and uninhibited with this sexy stud but it was competing with the rerunning in my mind of the most erotic scene of my life with Carrie. I wondered if maybe Carrie had guessed or sensed my presence in the studio. Anyway, I drove around for a while and took a walk in a park to clear my head before I went back home. I still wasn't sure I wanted Carrie to know I was there observing. I decided to wait until she showed me the pictures with her and Michael before I would confess. 

I got home about two hours later. Carrie had already showered and dressed in the see-through negligee that she had worn at the beginning of the photo session. She looked absolutely incredible. 


"So, how was your meeting?"

"It went okay," I lied, "nothing exciting. How was the photo shoot?"

"It went well..." she said as she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in for a deep, lingering kiss. The combination of her warm body pressing against me and my lack of relief from the endless hard-on I had all afternoon caused immediate action in my groin. In a few seconds I was fully and uncomfortably erect. 

"Well, if this is the kind of reaction I get by mentioning it, I can't wait for you to see the pictures." And with that she began to kiss my neck and work her way down my body. 

That night we had the most intense sex we had had in a long time. And it didn't stop there. We had sexual marathons of nearly equally intensity every night for the next couple of weeks. Finally, I arrived home one day to the announcement that there was a big surprise waiting for me. The pictures had arrived. I eagerly opened the leather-bound album that Elizabeth had put them in and began to thumb through slowly. The pictures were incredible. The lighting, the angles, the focus, all was perfect. And there was my beautiful, sexy wife in all her glory. Even though I really wanted to rush through to the end to see the photos with Michael that I knew would be there, I resisted and took my time admiring each pose. I finally realized as I approached the back of the album that she didn't include any pictures of her and Michael. But I could hardly be disappointed. My wife was stunning and sexy and I have never gotten tired of looking at her beautiful pictures.




My Life with Carrie Ch. 02



Anyway, what I didn't tell her (or you yet) is that I wasn't just sitting around watching the action during the photo shoot. Elizabeth had provided me with a video camera and I recorded the entire event. Elizabeth had edited the video down to about a 45 minute dvd and I had picked it up over a week ago. It didn't have the angles and close-ups as if I had been in the room, but it was still way hot. I had gradually come to terms with another mans naked presence as my wife enjoyed the pure erotic spirit of the act of pleasuring herself. Needless to say, the hot sex rampage Carrie and I had been on continued for months and we still pull out the pictures occasionally and admire them. Carrie even occasionally reenacts some of the poses and scenes. Maybe someday soon, as a way of confessing, I will leave the dvd out for her to find and enjoy. I really want to see the rest of those pictures.



My Life with Carrie Ch. 03



My wife, Carrie, is a dancer and choreographer. Because exercise is an integral part of her career, she has maintained a great physique over the 25 years we have been married, even after giving birth to two children. To this day, when we go out she still turns a lot of heads, both young and old. I'm very proud to be with such a beautiful woman and over the years I haven't minded showing her off occasionally. We are raising a family of two children and a dog in a conservative suburb of a major western city. We both have careers and so our lives are very hectic. I would say that we have managed to have a fairly routine sex life that has been punctuated over the years by some episodes of truly naughty behavior. Those are the subject of the stories I would like to share. 

*

On our 15th anniversary, my wife Carrie reserved a room in a high-rise hotel on the beach near our home. We often spend our anniversaries here because it gives us a break from careers and family demands while enjoying the amenities of a first-class resort and it isn't too far from home.

We had been looking forward to this day for a long time and when we checked into our room a much needed feeling of relaxation began to sweep over us. Our room was on the 12th floor and we stepped out onto the balcony to enjoy the view of the ocean and distant islands. Even though the Pacific Coast Highway roared below us, the salt air smell and the view from our high perch were intoxicating and we were soon in each others arms, kissing passionately. We had seriously been missing each other and one thing led to another and, well, we just couldn't wait. Suddenly we were stripping off each others clothes and we ended up making love on the balcony overlooking the beach. We're not nudists or exhibitionists by a long shot but the possibility of someone observing us from the beach below only served to fuel our passion as we made love with wild abandon. 

Afterwards, we took a quick nap and then prepared for dinner. Carrie wore a short black dress that showed plenty of leg and plenty of cleavage. And while she has had a couple of kids, she filled it out quite nicely. The hotel has a romantic restaurant with great food and we enjoyed a nice meal and a bottle of champagne. As we left the restaurant, neither of us felt the same urgency to be alone as we had earlier in the afternoon, so we stopped by the small bar on the other side of the lobby to have a drink. There was a decent sized dance floor and music playing but there weren't many people in the bar. We sat down at a table next to three college-age looking guys and ordered more champagne. Carrie really gets going when she drinks champagne and she wanted to dance. She asked the guys next to us if they would watch her purse and one of them suggested she set it beside to his backpack in a corner next to their table. There was no one on the dance floor, which I hate because Carrie is a great dancer and I'm embarrassingly bad. She takes over the floor when she's out there and she really gets off from all of the attention she receives. I always dance with her because she enjoys it so much and I know we are going to have great sex afterward. 

We danced a few songs and I asked for a break. I poured out more champagne and one of the lonely looking guys next to us looked over and asked what the occasion was. We explained that nearly every year on our anniversary we would book a room here to rediscover ourselves. He introduced himself as Eric and explained that he and his friends were from the mid-west and had been to a wedding in Las Vegas. After the wedding they had decided to rent a car spend a week at the beach. As I looked around the room, I was disappointed for them that there were no young, single women available to hang out with them. We gave some suggestions of places where they might meet more people of their own age and they said they would probably try those out tomorrow night. 

Carrie and I danced another set and I talked her into returning to the table for another drink. She really was just getting warmed up and so I made the bold suggestion that she ask one of our newfound friends to dance. She was too shy so I asked them for her. They were all very eager and nearly knocked one another over for the chance to be first.

Carrie spent quite a lot of time dancing with our new friends and I didn't mind sharing her. I have to admit I really liked hanging out with them. They were college guys enjoying being young and free and they were a lot of fun to be around. They weren't cocky as young guys sometimes are and I appreciated that they seemed to respect boundaries. They never lost sight of the fact that Carrie was my wife and they always deferred to me before they approached her about the next dance. I was able to relax and enjoy watching my incredibly sexy wife express herself on the dance floor. I don't recall having a thing for middle-aged women when I was in college but I also never came across one that I would consider to be as attractive as my wife. I think these guys felt lucky to have someone this hot to dance with.

Soon it was late and Carrie and I knew it was time to go upstairs and finish off our evening in each others arms. As we said goodbye to our new friends, Eric pulled a camera out of his backpack and took a couple of quick pictures as a memento for he and his friends and we headed off to bed.

When we got upstairs, Carrie went into the bathroom to freshen up while I busied myself setting up the room. I enjoyed the scent of the flowers we had bought earlier as I lit candles and placed them all around the room. Just as I sat on the edge of the bed to remove my shoes there was a soft knock on the door. I couldn't imagine who it could be so I edged over and looked through the peep hole. I could see Eric with his backpack slung over his shoulder standing uneasily in the hallway.

"Hey, Eric, what's going on?" I asked, opening the door slightly.

"Carrie left her purse in the bar. I just wanted to return it," he replied, holding up the purse.

"Wow, thank you." That could have put a damper on the evening. I swung the door open and took the purse from his hand.

"Did someone just knock on the door?" Carrie shouted out from behind the closed bathroom door.

"Yeah, it's Eric... from the bar. You left your purse there and he brought it up." I called back.

"How sweet. Tell him to come in, I'll be right out."

Eric entered the room hesitantly and we shuffled by the closed bathroom door. I set Carrie's purse on a chair. There was an uncomfortable silence as Eric looked nervously at his shoes and shifted his weight from foot to foot. Before either of us had a chance to think of something to say to break the awkward silence, Carrie emerged from the bathroom. She was still wearing the sexy black dress but she had taken off her shoes and stockings and her bra.

"You returned my purse?" she asked Eric. He nodded affirmatively, "That is so nice. Thank you so much." With that she walked over and gave him a gentle hug.

Then she pulled away suddenly and asked, "How did you know what room we are in?"

Eric was taken by surprise and by the look on his face I could tell this was going to be an interesting answer. After a pause, during which he nervously looked back and forth between Carrie and me several times, Eric spoke hesitantly, "Oh...I...ah...I saw you this afternoon...the two of you...ah...out there...on the ah...on the...balcony." He could barely get the words out. 

"Oh." Carrie blushed. We had only been out on the balcony once that afternoon. "Out there, huh? How...how did you happen to see us...out there?"

"I was on the beach with my friends. We looked up and...and there you were." There was a pause and then he blurted out, "I didn't realize I was going to meet you in the bar later. It just kind of happened that way. And then you guys were, like, so nice...I'm sorry I invaded your privacy like that. I just wasn't thinking..."

"Eric." Carrie interrupted in an almost motherly way. "We're not upset," she explained for both of us, "How could we be? We were making love on a balcony in full view of everyone." Then she looked at him playfully, "Knowing that someone might see us was part of the thrill. I only hope you enjoyed it as much as we did."

Now poor Eric was really embarrassed. He just stood there red-faced and looking at the floor.

I was still curious, though. Not all of the story was clear to me yet. "So you could tell from the beach what we looked like well enough to recognize us later?"

"Oh...well, I...uh...sort of had...uh...help." Eric managed to stammer sheepishly. When we continued looking at him quizzically he went on, "I have a camera...with a telephoto lens. Actually, I could see pretty well."

I hadn't thought of that possibility. I knew we were in public but I figured we were too far away for anyone to see us well enough to recognize us later. 

If Carrie was surprised, she didn't show it. "Clever," she replied, "and how did the pictures turn out?"

Eric had apparently anticipated the question, because he answered quickly, although with a great deal of humiliation, "They...were...they were good. You guys looked great...actually... considering the distance and all... I'm really sorry..."

"Eric, don't be sorry. It's okay, you did what any normal guy your age would have done," Carrie tried to be comforting. "We are the ones who created the situation...and I'm not embarrassed or upset at all. To be real honest, I'm kind of excited that you took some pictures." Just as Eric was starting to relax, Carrie continued, "and I would like to see them."

Eric's jaw dropped open and his face got even redder than before. "Well...I...uh...I...they haven't been developed..." he stalled. 

But Carrie pressed him quickly, "The camera's still in your backpack, isn't it?"

"Well...uh...yeah...yes...it is."

"Well, get it out then, and let's have a look," she said with some mock impatience.

Eric reached slowly into his backpack and withdrew the camera. He moved at a snails pace, as if he were maybe considering just bolting out the door and making a run for it. But he gradually lowered himself to the edge of the bed and turned the camera on. After a few seconds of nervous fumbling, he had the first picture on the camera's tiny screen. Carrie walked confidently over to the bed and sat down next to him. The screen wasn't big enough for both of them see together, so Carrie extended her left arm behind him and pushed her breasts firmly into his right arm as she leaned in to look. Now he was really intimidated by the older, more experienced woman, and he fought desperately to maintain his composure. As he panned through the pictures Carrie made comments about a nice shot or what a nice angle. 

"These aren't bad, Eric, I think you may have talent," she said, enthusiastically.

Eric's face brightened, "The photography leaves a lot to be desired. I was just so far away and the wind was blowing...I didn't handle the conditions very well." Once he started talking about the photography he seemed to forget that he was sitting next to his subject.

"So, you think you could take better pictures if the conditions were better?"

"Oh, yeah, I could do way better," he replied confidently, a little youthful bravado slipping out. He had no idea what was coming. Every time this poor kid got comfortable, Carrie put him back on the ropes. I had already begun to realize that Carrie had something in mind. She didn't consult me and she didn't have to. If I had an objection, I would speak up and she knew it. So she could feel free to play whatever game intrigued her with the confidence that I would set whatever parameters I was comfortable with. And that night I was feeling very open minded.

"What about right now? How about the conditions in this room? Could you do better right here?"

"Well, yes, of course..." As he started to comprehend what she was suggesting, he snapped his head around to look at her, his jaw dropping open again. He was back on the ropes.

Carrie just smiled. She was amused by her ability to shock him. "Well, then, how about it? How about you showing us what a good photographer you can be?"

"Right here? Right now?" He was trying desperately to catch his breath.

"Yes. Right here. Right now." She held her arms out as if presenting herself to him. "Where do you want me?"

"Uh...wh-...what...?" He looked to me for relief. I just stared silently back at him with a look that said hey you're in charge, lead the way.

"You're the photographer, I'm the model. Where do you want me?" Carrie repeated.

I was impressed with the way he recovered. Like he was going to play along until we cried uncle and then he could be on his way. He had already gauged my reaction and figured, as Carrie had, that I would voice my objections if and when they occurred. "Okay, how about you stand over there." He pointed to a small open area between the bed and a dresser with a mirror on the other side of the room. 

Carrie moved into position. "How should I stand?"

"Well, put your hands like this," he replied as he demonstrated, "and then turn a little this way..." He started regaining his confidence as he moved Carrie around into various poses. They got into a flow. I could tell that she loved it and I was having fun watching her. She was so hot in her little black dress. But, she could only let Eric enjoy his newfound composure for a short while before she shattered it again.

"You know, Eric, this is fun and all, but these aren't exactly the same photographs you were taking outside. If you want me to unbutton something... or maybe take something off... you just have to ask me. I'm willing to pose however you want, but I need you to tell me what you want me to do."

Eric started to get that panicked look on his face again. He looked at me again, and I raised my eyebrows and looked back him, saying nothing. He turned back to Carrie. "Okay...could you undo a button...on your dress?" he asked timidly.

"You mean this one?" she asked, undoing the top button.

"Ye-...yes... and maybe one more...if that's okay..." She unbuttoned another. The buttons were pretty far apart and she had a considerable amount of cleavage showing. Then Eric started to see the possibilities. "Stand behind that chair and lean forward with your hands on the arms." When Carrie did this, she exposed much more cleavage. He bent over a little to get a better angle for the picture. Suddenly, the room was alive with sexual energy and my heart started to race at the sight of my wife slowly revealing her body to this young photographer. But, once again Eric's courage stalled before things got much more interesting. Carrie's frustration was palpable. I had a good idea about what she had in mind and I really wanted to see it happen. So I finally had to speak up before the whole scenario crashed and we were all disappointed.

"I have an idea." Both of them looked at me, surprised. I had intruded on their moment but they both seemed relieved and hopeful that I might have a plan to push things forward. "Carrie, why don't you go in and slip into something a little more comfortable?" And to myself I was thinking about how I might instill some confidence into our nervous young friend. She seemed to catch on and headed off to the bathroom.

"Look, Eric, you're the photographer. You've got an enthusiastic, willing model. You have to lead the way. Carrie and I have been married for a long time and we both know what you want to see, she just needs for you to say it."

"Yeah, but I don't feel comfortable with you in the room. I'm afraid I'll piss one of you off and I really don't want to offend anybody."

"The reason Carrie is so confident is because I'm in the room. She knows that she's not going to get into a situation that I would object to because I will speak up when I think something is unacceptable. She's letting me decide what the boundaries are. And now I'm letting you decide."

As Eric was mulling this over, Carrie appeared from the bathroom. The two of us gasped in unison. She was wearing a medium length, shiny white camisole with spaghetti straps. While the top was not see-through it perfectly outlined her breasts and her erect nipples were clearly visible. Just below the top we could barely see the bottom of her lacy panties. I had seen her dressed this way many times before, but the presence of another man in the room heightened my awareness of how truly sexy my wife really is. 

"Well, Mr. Photographer. Are we ready to get serious?"

Yes, we were. Eric was a great photographer and Carrie was a great model. He guided her gently and firmly through one pose after another. And this time he had no hesitation to ask her to remove something. Eventually, Carrie was completely nude on the bed and giving Eric and his camera a full close-up view of a mature woman's body. It occurred to me while I was enjoying the sight of my naked wife writhing on the bed at Eric's instructions that these still weren't the photographs that were originally taken of us on the balcony. The same thought apparently occurred to Eric, because he looked boldly over at me and said, "Okay, I think we're ready for you to join us. Go on and take your clothes off and I'll show you where I want you."

I was thunderstruck. I was excited about the thought of having pictures of Carrie and me making love, but...right here...right now? Eric looked at me impatiently. "Our other model is ready. Let's not lose the moment."

I looked at Carrie lying on her back on the bed with her wetness glistening between her slightly parted legs. He was right. She was ready and there was no time to waste. I doffed my clothes and stepped up to the bed. My pants had been bulging uncomfortably for a while, but when the electrified air of the room caressed my bare penis, I was rock hard.

"I need a profile," Eric said simply. I turned my body ninety degrees so that my side faced the camera, and Carrie turned to face me on her hands and knees. She was now face to face with my very erect penis, which was pointing directly at her face. I was surprised at how large and powerful it appeared in comparison to her delicate face. Without any prompting, Carrie leaned forward and touched her lips to the head of my dick. My pole jumped in surprise. Smiling up at me, Carrie let out a surprised laugh and when she backed away a long glistening strand of my pre-cum made a shiny connection between us. Carrie seemed to gather her thoughts for a moment and then she moved her head forward again and slowly started to take my penis into her mouth. This time she controlled its excited spasms by holding it firmly in her lips. Regardless of whether Eric or I had thought we were calling the shots up to this point, I sensed that Carrie would be directing from here on out.

I was surprised to think that we had not only let this shy young man we had just met take nude pictures of Carrie but now he was going to photograph the two of us having sex for the second time today. While I was coming to terms with my feelings about the situation, Carrie was working over my cock like a porn star. Carrie is enthusiastic and very skilled in the art of fellatio, and I was getting the full treatment. She gripped my ass with her hands while she sucked me into her mouth with long deep strokes. After a couple of minutes, she reached up and took my hands from my sides and buried them in her hair. As I gripped a handful of her long blond hair it gave the appearance that I was furiously fucking her face. However, Carrie was fully in control of the action and she was going all out for the camera. 

Eventually, Carrie released me from her mouth and guided me by my penis to a position behind her and into her pussy. She closed her eyes and groaned as I started to drive my shaft between her legs. Her breasts bounced wildly as I increased the speed and power of my strokes. I could hear the distinct sounds of my balls slapping against her pussy and the suction sounds created when I pulled back for another powerful plunge. Eric and his camera faded into the background, the clicking of the shutter adding a rhythmic tempo to the soundtrack of our lovemaking. 




My Life with Carrie Ch. 03



Carrie guided me into a variety of positions, making sure that Eric and his camera always had the best possible view. Finally, as her passion built, she worked her hand down her body and began to finger her clit, massaging faster and faster until she had a long series of powerful orgasms. When she had calmed down a little, she disengaged herself and stood up. Then she knelt in front of me and took my cock back into her mouth. She alternated stroking my throbbing dick with her mouth and her hands and very quickly I began to shoot my load. I could already imagine Eric's picture with the swollen head of my penis on the left side of the frame and my wife's open mouth on the right side and a back-lit wad of my semen suspended in mid-air between us en route to Carrie's waiting lips. After taking the first shot into her mouth, Carrie moved my penis so that the next spurt went onto her cheek. Then, she rubbed her face and her lips all over my cock as it continued to gush all over her. I was obviously in need of relief as my sperm kept on coming and coming and soon Carrie's face and neck were covered with pools and rivulets of my creamy white ejaculate. When the torrent ended, we held our positions while Eric finished up his shots. 

It took quite a few minutes for the three of us to recover. Carrie and Eric made arrangements for him to email us copies of the pictures and just like that he was gone. We didn't realize it at the time but we would be running into Eric and his friends again someday. In the meantime, he did email us our copies of the pictures. Like us, I'm sure he revisits them often and I hope he has added a large collection of models and other couples also. As it turns out, Eric really was a great photographer and we have some very sexy pictures to remind us of how our love and passion for each other has a profoundly beautiful physical quality as well. 

We spent the remainder of the evening in each others arms. We woke once late in the night and stood on the balcony enjoying the moonlight and the cool ocean breeze that enveloped our naked bodies. In the morning we made love again, passionately and without urgency, before we left for home and returned to the hustle and bustle of our everyday lives.



My Life with Carrie Ch. 04



My wife, Carrie, is a dancer and choreographer. Because exercise is an integral part of her career, she has maintained a great physique over the 25 years we have been married, even after giving birth to two children. To this day, when we go out she still turns a lot of heads, both young and old. I'm very proud to be with such a beautiful woman and over the years I haven't minded showing her off occasionally. We are raising a family of two children and a dog in a conservative suburb of a major western city. We both have careers and so our lives are very hectic. I would say that we have managed to have a fairly routine sex life that has been punctuated over the years by some episodes of truly naughty behavior. Those are the subject of the stories I would like to share. 

In high school my wife, Carrie, was in drama. She really enjoyed acting and being on stage but didn't have the time to pursue it when she got to college. While we have always enjoyed the wide range of theatre experiences our area has to offer, Carrie really missed the thrill of performing. I encouraged her to audition for a part in one of the smaller avant-garde companies that we particularly liked and she finally worked up the courage to do it. She didn't get cast in the first couple of auditions so she signed on for one of the theatres workshops for actors. In addition to honing her acting skills, she met many directors and other actors at the workshop and in the very next audition she was cast in a play. It was a small sexy character part in which she was dressed in a tight fitting cat-like outfit and moved sensuously around the stage making suggestive comments. She got a lot of stage time and absolutely loved the experience. I have to admit that watching my wife writhe sensually around the stage was quite a turn-on. I ended up by myself a lot on the 6 weekends there were performances but Carrie had such a glow about her that I knew it was worth the loneliness. And an added benefit was that she really tried to make it up to me when she was home so that our love life blossomed during the six week run of the show.

Soon after her debut, Carrie informed me that the director of a future play had seen her performance and asked her if she might be interested in starring in his upcoming play. It seems that not all productions at this theatre had open casting calls. For a really small cast, in this case only 2 actors, where chemistry between the actors was critical to the quality of the production, the director would recruit the actors he thought would be best suited for the parts. Carrie was really excited about being chosen for a role but she explained to him that she would have to consult her husband before committing to the part. 

"Look," I said when she broached the subject with me, "it's true I got pretty lonely sometimes, but if it's really important to you then I think you should pursue it. I can find things to do to keep busy. And, besides, I'm sure you will find ways to make it up to me."

She smiled. "Thanks for being understanding." She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me deeply. "It really means a lot to me that I have such a supportive husband. I really love you for that." I waited for her to break our embrace but she held me tightly. There was going to be more. "But there is another issue we need to discuss before I can accept the part," she said tentatively. I felt a little pang of uneasiness in the pit of my stomach. "The play is about this couple than ends up in a one-night stand and then the guy thinks he's found his soul mate and he tries to convince the woman..."

"So what does that mean, you're going to have sex on stage?" I asked, just trying to get a rise out of her. I found it hard not to push some buttons when I could see that she was trying hard to say things in just the right way. Surely she didn't think I was going to be upset by a story line. 

"No, no, of course not," she blushed. She paused and took a long breath. "But there will be some nudity."

Well, here was a twist. I had never really had a problem with Carrie being naked in front of other people before. In the past I had openly encouraged it and almost always found it exciting to see how other men responded to my beautiful, sexy wife. But this situation was much more intimate than flashing some strangers in a public place. She would be rehearsing this play for weeks and then doing 24 shows in front of a live audience. And for most of the time, I wasn't going to be present to enjoy the sights. That reality could play havoc with my insecurities. As I struggled to sort out my feelings, I stalled, asking a question I was sure I already knew the answer to. "You or him?"

"Both of us, actually." She paused a second to let her answer sink in. "The play starts right after they have made love and they are still lying in bed. The director thinks it's really important to be authentic and he's insisting that the characters be naked." Characters? You mean to say my wife, and some other dude will need to be naked, I thought. " Honey, I've been thinking this over for a while," she continued, "and I agree with him. I think it's important that the characters fully open themselves up for examination both mentally and physically."

What kind of artsy-smartsy line was this? She was going to get naked on stage with another guy in a room full of people she didn't know. I don't think there was any way to lead into this subject matter gracefully, so her options were limited but I still felt like she'd dropped a bomb on me. The best I could do at this point was to assess the damage. "So you're going to pull the sheets down and show your breasts?"

"Actually, I will have to get out of bed and walk across the stage completely nude near the beginning of the play, and then there will be a couple of other nude scenes when I change from a robe into clothes."

"And you're okay with this?" Of course she was. Otherwise she would never have brought it up.

"Well, I wasn't at first. But, the director talked to me about it a couple of weeks ago and I've thought about it a lot since then. I've read the script and I think I can really bring this character to life. I really, really want to go for this. It's a great opportunity to fully explore the sexuality of another person. I just think I will learn so much about my craft and so much about myself. I know this is going to be a life-changing role for me."

There wasn't really much for me to consider. If she really wanted to take the part, I couldn't stop her. And even though she appeared to be giving me some kind of veto power, if I decided to exercise it and say no then she would end up resenting me for holding her back from doing things she really wanted to do or she would override the veto and do the part anyway. So I decided to be supportive and encouraged her to take the part. I was a little nervous about all of the unknowns and variables, but I knew she loved me and I loved her and that after the show ran its course our relationship would probably be stronger from the experience. And I was already getting turned on thinking about my sexy wife roaming around naked on the stage being in front of a group of strangers. 

We didn't really talk about the play any more after that. We slipped back into our regular work schedules and life returned to normal. When rehearsals began, we adjusted our busy schedules to make room for them, and life soon reached equilibrium again. I assumed that the initial rehearsals would be read-throughs and blocking for scenes, but sometime before the opening date of the show they would have to begin running through scenes as they would be performed – in the nude. Carrie didn't discuss what went on in the rehearsals but as time went on I sensed a bit of anxiety in her. She was getting nervous. Also, our sex life had gradually started to heat up. While Carrie is entirely to shy and insecure about her body to truly be a nudist, she does get very excited about the thought of public nudity and enjoys reading and entertaining fantasies in which her body is exposed to the view of others. The time was nearing when she would be asked to remove her clothes in front of her fellow actor, the director, and the host of technical people required to run the lights and sound for the show and this fantasy was going to come to life for her. We were both starting to look forward to what excitement this might bring to our lives.

That day finally came. She didn't tell me that it had happened and I didn't need to ask. She came home from rehearsal as horny as I had seen her in a long time. We hit the sack almost immediately. She took off her clothes and jumped into bed. When I slid in next to her she rolled over on top of me, took my penis into her mouth for a few seconds until I was fully erect, and then slid her already very wet pussy onto my dick. She started frantically riding my erection and fingering herself. She started having orgasms almost immediately and continued having them for the next several minutes. When she had exhausted both of us, she rolled off of me and fell asleep. The cast was obviously making the final preparations for the show and Carrie was spending quite a bit of time naked at rehearsals. And I think she was enjoying it. Over the next 2 weeks we reenacted some variation of the same scene in our bedroom every night after rehearsal. The sudden surge in our sex life was a benefit that quelled my concerns about the intimacy of the play, and I was starting to realize that this experience was going to improve our lives in ways that I hadn't anticipated. 

Opening night finally arrived. Of course, I had to attend by myself. I sat in the front row where Carrie and I always sit. The theatre is very small and the first row of seats was at the front edge of a stage area that was elevated by only a couple of inches. Many times, while watching a play in this theatre I have had to move my feet back to avoid tripping one of the actors. The proximity of the seats to the stage seriously increased the power of the performances. Now I was going to have a close up view of what my wife had been up to for the past few weeks. I have to admit that pangs of uncertainty weighed heavily in the pit of my stomach as I waited for the show to start.

I had arrived somewhat early and had an eternity to study the set and imagine what my wife might be doing and where. The set was a tiny, studio apartment that consisted of a bed with a crumpled pile of blankets and sheets at the front and center of the stage. It was a stage prop made out of sturdy plywood with a mattress very low to the ground so that even the front row of the audience had a good view of any action that might occur there. Up-stage and to the right there was a dining table with 2 chairs and a kitchenette area, and up-stage to the left there was enough of a wall to hold an open door to a bathroom area that had no other walls. As there was no curtain, once the actors entered the stage they would be fully open to the view of the audience. There was no where to hide and no privacy. Finally the lights dimmed and I prepared myself for the performance.

Once the stage was completely dark, I could hear the actors padding softly out from the wings. The sturdy plywood of the bed strained from their weight as they took their positions on it. My eyes strained to see in the blackness to no avail. The play began with a rhythmic creaking of the bed accompanied by the moans and groans of a couple in the throes of ecstasy. I clearly recognized my wife's wails as she simulated a very real sounding orgasm. After a couple of minutes the moaning climaxed and faded and I could hear the rustle of the bedclothes as the couple disengaged and rolled to opposite sides of the bed in the darkness. Only then did the lights came up to a very low level. When my eyes adjusted I was amazed at the scene before me. The male actor was on the bed under the sheets resting his head on a pillow. My wife had slid off of the bed on the side facing the audience, resting her back against the side of the bed and only a couple of feet away from me. She was sitting with her arm draped over one raised knee and her other leg extended out at an angle along the floor in front of her. And she was completely naked. The dim lights produced a glow on her skin that was like moonlight. Her hair was tousled and her bare breasts glistened with sweat from her simulated activity. Her nipples were as erect as I have ever seen them. I let my eyes follow the soft, pale curve of her belly as it disappeared into the darkness where her womanhood would have been completely exposed to my view if there had been just a few more photons of light available. My erection was instantaneous. In my wildest dreams I hadn't thought up any scenarios that were as powerfully erotic as the one I was witnessing. 

After the characters had caught their collective breathes, the dialog began and the plot of the play unfolded. I found myself fantasizing about various ways that I would take my wife later on and not paying as much attention to the twists and turns of the plot as I might have normally. As the scene progressed, the lights gradually got brighter and brighter and my wife's nakedness became more and more defined. Eventually, Carrie stood up and walked fully nude across the stage to the bathroom to get her robe. While I had watched my wife do this in the privacy of our bedroom many times, the routine action created a powerful throbbing in my erection this time. Carrie ended up being naked for a large part of the performance. And to be honest, I started to get somewhat acclimated to her nakedness. Beyond the nudity, her performance was truly moving and she did a great job of bringing her character to life. I was very proud of how much her acting and stage presence had improved over the past couple of years, but most of all I was ready to take her home and relieve the pent up sexual desires that she had unwittingly aroused in me.

The play was soon over but, because it was opening night, there was a gala afterward for the cast and crew and the major supporters of the theatre. Carrie was very much the center of attention and accepted her accolades with humility and shook hands with all of the important people. I wasn't sure whether she was blushing from the compliments or from the realization that all of these people had just seen her naked. But she handled herself like the classy lady that she is. 

After making her rounds, Carrie was suddenly in a big hurry to leave the party. She took the drink out of my hand, grabbed my elbow, and announced to me with a lot of urgency in her voice that we had to get home immediately.

There was very little conversation on the way home. I told her I thought she was great and I was really proud of the work she did and she said thanks, I couldn't have done this without your support and that was about it. As I held our front door open for her, I started to wonder if maybe something had happened because she was so intent on getting home right away and she was unusually quiet and preoccupied. As I stepped inside the house and closed the door behind me, my concerns were addressed. Before the door had completely shut Carrie turned around and pressed me against the door with one of the most passionate kisses of our lives together. 

When she eventually pulled away she said breathlessly in my ear, "I want you in me right now. I need you so badly."

I started to protest, thinking if she was this horny I might be able to tease her into some kind of higher state, but she had already latched on to my instant hard-on and had started unbuckling my belt. 

"I need your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me so hard..." she kept the dialog going in my ear. Other than moaning and groaning, we never really talked to each other during our lovemaking. Any discussions about what felt nice we usually had before or after. That wasn't going to be the case tonight. "You are so big and hard already..."

My pants were down quickly and I tried to get comfortable against the door as she took me into her mouth. She didn't waste any time kissing and licking around the head, she plunged my entire penis into her mouth and started sucking with long deep strokes. While on her knees in front of me and not missing a stroke, she began unbuttoning her blouse. She was fumbling with the buttons in her haste and finally just tore the last two off. She hadn't even bothered to put her bra back on at the end of the play and those big beautiful breasts that I was now seeing in a completely new light bounced heavily against my knees as she frantically unbuttoned her jeans. I pulled her away and helped her stand as I knelt in front of her to help with her pants. I brushed my lips across her electrified nipples as I lowered myself and her jeans simultaneously. She hadn't bothered with panties either. As her pants slid down her legs I was greeted with another realization that we had never experienced. Her wetness extended all the way down to her knees. I had never seen her this turned on. I removed my clothes in record time as Carrie laid back onto the floor. I plunged my manhood into her and begin fucking her as hard as I ever have. Our bodies slapped wildly together as we satisfied our pent up animal lust. Only minutes later we had both climaxed loudly (actually, it occurred to me later that we had just reenacted the first scene of the play) and we made our way to the bedroom and started again. We hadn't had back to back sex like this in many years, but tonight, once was just not going to be enough.

The spike in our sexual activity continued throughout the 6 week run of the show and for months after. Of course the intensity would never match the opening night, but it was certainly elevated compared to what was normal for us. Unfortunately, Carrie hasn't had the chance to perform in a play since. We soon after started a family and directed our energy toward parenthood. Of course, there were other sexual adventures out there and I am looking forward to sharing them with you.