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Kayla and Their Friend

By: Petersimpson



The late afternoon's light had just given way to a gentle dusk of early evening as Jake looked through the lens and checked on the camera view of his young wife. 

She was standing on the far side of their bedroom, leaning slightly away from him as she struggled to pull the T shirt over her head in response to his last request.

"Go on Kayla; just lift it over your head and lose it, so I can see your breasts properly." 

Her vision of the room was temporarily obscured by the garment and she lost her balance for a second or two before taking a sharp sideways step to steady herself. 

The movement instigated a delicious jiggle of breasts in a black half-cup bra' which only just managed to contain the outline of two small but beautifully hardened dark nipples which were thrusting hard against the lacy top. Almost immediately, she pulled the 'T' shirt clear and threw it down in the corner of the room beside their washing basket. She shook her head as she did so and her long streaked auburn hair swung free to drop down below her shoulders.

For just a moment before she turned around fully to face him, he had a chance to admire the shapeliness of her rear. With the exception of a thin bra strap, her back was completely bared and he could just make out the faint but slightly heart shaped birthmark to the left of her spine at waist level. 

His eyes immediately dropped down to centre their gaze on his favourite part of her body. The slits at each side of a checked grey mini skirt allowed the material to rise up her thighs, so the twin bubbles of her ass strained deliciously against the tight cotton - not large and not small; but just beautifully rounded and flaring slightly sideways in a distinctly feminine way. He wasn't aware that he was holding his breath; but he did feel a slight growing in his jeans at the sight of her butt's delicious firmness.

"God, I'm so lucky to have her;" he thought to himself. "I wonder what our friends and all the other teachers at school would think if they could see their demure little colleague stripping off for me like this."

For a long moment he stared at her semi-nakedness and not for the first time over recent months, thought about how sexy she looked when he contrived for her to expose even part of her body to the gaze of some of those other guys whose eyes always lusted after her whenever she and Jake were out together. 

Like when they went up the stairs at the Mall that very afternoon. He had his arm around her waist and surreptitiously lifted her skirt to expose a panty-clad ass for the benefit of those lower down. 

Or perhaps the time when he contrived a quick exposure of a nipple, by laughingly pulling at her towel one day as she changed on the beach. 

To Jake, it wasn't the same when someone was completely naked or just topless, because to him it seemed less titillating - better a quick 'accidental' glimpse and the possibility of further to come, that was much more likely to encourage the viewer to keep looking. 

Unbeknown to him, Kayla's own mind was wandering even more extravagantly in excitement at what she was doing until, not hearing any further direction from him, she turned around to face her young husband with the beginnings of a sheepish grin on her face. 

"And just what are you staring at then? Oh yeah ....as if I didn't know .... it's my ass again isn't it! Oh well, each to his own I suppose!"

She winked at Jake and thrust out her butt in cheeky provocation, knowing the effect it would have on him.

"And now for my next trick, I suppose you want me to take off my bra' as well do you?" 

Her voice was shaking slightly, perhaps with rising lust at his detailed scrutiny but mostly at this stage, from a nervous embarrassment at once again being the object of his seemingly insatiable desire to photograph her as often as she would allow,both fully clothed and stark naked - nobody could say that Jake didn't both love and appreciate his pretty young bride and her beautiful firm body - both in equal measure.

"Well it would help" he responded with a lewd grin; and once again dropped his head to the tripod-mounted camera at his side. He lowered his eye to the viewfinder and through the lens she immediately became the beautiful framed star of his own private sexy strip-tease.

'Go on then, let's have a look;' he enthused, his jeans trying to constrain a still growing erection. 

He knew his darling young wife would gradually expose herself to the camera at his direction; and her obviously growing enthusiasm for the task over the last few minutes was making him hotter than ever. He had known before they started that she would become aroused as she stripped - she always did - and once she discovered that her actions were controlling his arousal, she would be further excited into a desperate need to expose every intimate detail of her beautiful 25 year-old body to his eyes and camera. 

He had first realised this hidden exhibitionistic streak one day at the beach the year before, when he'd enthusiastically encouraged her to go topless like so many of the other girls who were lying on the sand, confidently sunning their lithe bodies without any hint of modesty or shyness. 

When they first arrived at the beach, she had initially been reluctant to take off even the thin cotton shirt which covered a tiny bikini he'd bought for her the week before, let alone remove the bikini's spaghetti strapped top.

'It's too revealing,' she'd protested, 'You can't really want me to let everyone see what I've go, can you?"

She looked at him for a moment and when he didn't reply but just continued grinning at her, she expanded, 

"Suppose some of the parents are down here - or even some of the kids themselves; how on earth could we explain away the sight of their conservative little teacher flashing her goodies on the sand in front of everyone? Hell honey, it's not even a nudist beach.

'I don't know about the kids,' he'd said flippantly, 'but I know some of the dads who'd give a fair amount just to see a little more of their childrens' conservative and particularly gorgeous little teacher down on this beach! Go on darling -- just take it off and lie back in the sun; nobody's going to look too hard; there're too many other girls topless'

And then as an afterthought, 'Ill tell you what, if you agree to do it for me, I'll volunteer to rub sun oil all over you, so you won't burn!'

In the face of his determined encouragement, she'd eventually relented and despite considerable initial embarrassment, Kayla had firstly removed the shirt and then, after further extensive persuasion and not a little secretive fondling of her nipples by Jake's fingers, had finally removed the bikini top and laid back in the sun. 

After a while, she'd actually found herself enjoying the freedom of semi-nudity and with the sun and a warm breeze caressing her breasts, she'd soon become sleepy enough to drift off into erotic fantasies in which her nakedness became the object of deep lust for various males. 

So when she sat upright an hour or so later to reach for a drink, she'd not really been too surprised to experience a modicum of excitement upon noticing a good looking boy in his early twenties staring fixedly at her naked breasts from just a few yards away. 

Sliding her own gaze down his lean body in reaction to his stare, she'd been gratified to observe a significant swelling in his swimsuit and correctly assuming this to have been caused by sight of her partial nakedness, she'd blushed heavily and felt a considerable dampening of her pussy underneath the two microscopic triangles of her bikini bottom. She may have felt slightly embarrassed by her partial nudity - but there was a novel thrill attached to it and she was finding it an exciting experience to be seen so exposed.

Jake had turned around at her movement and witnessed the reddening of her cheeks as she'd realised what the boy had been enjoying. He'd looked over to see the cause and the young man had guiltily turned his gaze away to look at the sea ahead of him. Not however, before Jake had fully understood the situation and felt an immediate reaction declare itself in his swimsuit. 

Since then she'd opened up quite a lot and Jake noticed that whenever she was even mildly aroused - but particularly when she'd been drinking - she would often become uncharacteristically less cautious about what she wore - and how she wore it. 

Previously, he would have been upset at any man having the opportunity to view her charms - even at a modest level - but he hadn't failed to notice a slow but strong change in his approach to such things over the year since the beach incident; and he now found himself excited by the thought that others might benefit from the occasional hint of what lay beneath his demure little wife's clothes. It was a kind of bitter-sweet thing in which he was highly aroused by the eroticism of sharing views of his lovely young wife's body, yet at the same time, atavistically protective of her modesty.

The latter sensitivity had however been steadily overcome by his growing need to excite himself (and hopefully Kayla) by displaying her at every opportunity. 

Many times over the last months he'd purposefully played around with her body before they went out together. He would work at her pussy until she began to writhe on their bed in the early stages of orgasm; and then he'd leave her aroused by abruptly stopping his ministrations - as if he'd only just realised the time - and telling her that they really had to go, or they'd be late. 

His aim was to get and maintain her in an aroused state while they were out, so he could enjoy the sight of his gorgeous young wife gradually surrendering to the mood and becoming more than a little exhibitionistic - particularly when he managed to ensure a further lowering of her inhibitions by plying her with a few drinks. 

Despite her natural modest conservatism, she nonetheless appeared to enjoy the attention paid her by virtually every man in sight on such occasions; and would become increasingly 'careless' about how she sat and what she showed. It was amazing just how much could be seen of her legs if she sat down in a particular way; and she always seemed to wear tops that could hang seductively outwards if she wanted them to; and thus display a large part of her breasts whenever she leaned forward to laugh or whisper a point in someone's ear.

There was certainly no shortage of both young and older men alike (plus the occasional girl) who would flirt with her when such opportunities arose. Some would be overtly predatory in their approach; and these she would divert with a charming but quelling ease which came naturally with her teaching skills. Others would make visual suggestion with their eyes from a distance across the room; and secure in the safety of that distance, she would often react positively with her own looks and body language until they looked as if they may come over to progress their intentions. On such occasions, she would smile sexily at them and then deliberately turn away to engage others in obviously deep conversation. 

Sometimes at the bar, when she repositioned her posture on a stool, her invariably short skirt would rise up her thighs to disclose a border of stocking tops which offered the suggestion of a wonderfully sexy place above; and they would look hard, hoping for a further movement to disclose just a few more inches of tanned thigh. 

Then, whenever hard looks indicated that their significant others had witnessed their lust, they would turn away and try to hide their interest from wives or companions. 

Whichever their approach, nothing could hide the lust they were all feeling and Jake was always excited by the idea that so many other men had been able to see at least some of his sexy wife's intimacy, yet been denied sight of her all. 

There was no doubt about it; if Kayla had a few to drink, she knew exactly what she was doing - and neither was there any doubt that she was perfectly aware of the devastating effect she could have on those around her. He loved witnessing every second of it -- sometimes to the point that he wouldn't dare move from his seat for fear of embarrassing himself by the growing erection in his pants.

He was particularly turned on by the sly behaviour of some of the fathers of her students who would surreptitiously lean forward to have better sight of her trembling cleavage when she sat on a bar stool -- particularly when she laughed with vigour at their jokey conversation. Yet he knew they would always be denied full view of her aroused nipples by the skimpy bra' which just managed to save the final inch or so of her modesty. 

The downside was that the limitations of view, whilst offering a security to his natural protectiveness, also formed a bar to his new found urge to share those very charms that he knew he should be protecting. 

His background and marginally inhibited upbringing meant that despite the deep arousal he felt at other men seeing hint of his wife's body, he also had the inevitable side reactions of nervousness and fear. 

In his nervousness, he would worry that someone else may realise his growing fantasy - perhaps worst of all, his wife? After all, he had never discussed with her the actuality of what was happening; nor had he dared share with her his conviction that she was now being deliberately provocative through drink or prior sexual arousal. Maybe in the cold light of the next morning she was ashamed at the effect such loosening up had had on her behaviour and perhaps she didn't want to dwell on it herself, let alone openly discuss it with him.

Also, did he really want anyone to know that he loved seeing them try to glimpse her charms, or was it something that he should discourage in himself before he went too far down the road of fulfilment? Yet in his heart he knew that it had got too far already and that he would be unable to hold back from seeing the thing through if the real opportunity ever arose.

Thinking further, did he actually want any of them to progress the situation by trying to surreptitiously fondle her ... say when dancing? It was a matter of simplicity for a guy to reach around to clasp her butt in the heat of a dance and even easier for the hands which held her waist to slowly caress their way up to her breasts in a darker corner of the dance floor. The thought was erotic in the extreme but in the cold light of day he knew he was fearful lest somebody else might actually become too attractive to Kayla and in so doing, create a threat to their loving relationship and marriage.

Now though, such negative thoughts were banished from his mind by deep arousal as he watched his wife posing through the camera lens. Kayla turned half towards him again and smiled sexily. She reached upwards behind to undo the clasp between her shoulder blades and then allowed the freed bra to slowly slide down her upper arms until its straps were resting on her elbows - still hiding all but the very tops of her cleavage. For a few seconds she let him enjoy the tantalising sight and then with a gentle shrug, she shook the bra off to completely expose two firm and slightly tanned breasts whose nipples were already hardening into little stalks of eroticism. 

Jake's now rock hard erection reflected his mounting excitement as his wife turned slightly away from the camera and with a seductive film star pose, looked backwards at him over her shoulders, the tip of her right breast and nipple just visible between her crossed arms. 

'Oh my god but that's sexy.' he said, reaching for a miniature video camera 'Just hold that pose for a little longer .... Yes, that's it .... Now gradually let your arm down and turn slowly back towards me until I can see your nipple properly .... I'm videoing this part and I want to get the whole 'tease' bit' on record.

That's it, now slip one of your hands into the front of your jeans and slowly move it down .... yeah, that's incredible .... Oh wow Kayla, if only you could see the look on your face!'

Despite a natural shyness, Kayla was herself becoming incredibly excited by the situation; and instead of modestly hiding her breasts, she now found herself pushing them out at the camera with one hand, whilst with the other she started to slowly rub the top of her stomach beneath the jeans.

She pouted at him and seductively slid her open left hand further below the waistband of her jeans until it touched the top of her tiny panties.

"Oh my," said Jake, "If the Dads could only see you now - the little teacher, all demure and conservative, suddenly stripping off and playing with herself in front of my camera!" A further thought came into his head,

"Just imagine one of them's looking in between the cutains and watching what you're doing now!"

Kayla's finger tips had found the top of her sex and as Jake made the suggestion, she gasped and pushed hard at herself in automatic reaction. She obviously liked the thought and Jake watched her frantically move the other hand from beneath her breasts, to undo the waist button and allow it full access down between her lips.

'Hey, don't go too far just yet,' laughed Jake with a nervous grin, 'I want to get you on video undoing your jeans and taking them off with your panties until you're completely naked and showing me your pussy - and perhaps show the guy outside as well! Then you can play away to your heart's content and get both him and me really excited!'

Kayla reluctantly pulled her hand out and undid the zipper until she could stoop forward and lower the jeans to step out of them. Just for a moment he made her stand in her panties alone, while he panned the camera lens all over her body, stopping at her crotch. 

Without further direction, she gripped the sides of her panties between finger and thumb of each hand and lowered them slowly to her knees. Lifting up one leg and then the other, she very sexily slipped them off and held them out towards him in invitation, her legs sufficiently apart that he could see the full lips of her pussy. One hand went downwards to slowly slide up and down her sex. She gasped and stared at him through half closed eyes as her fingers began to massage in and out, sliding between her lips and just touching the growing hardness of her exposed clitoris.

Now she was in charge.

Again adopting the film star pose, she turned slightly sideways to him and cradling her chin in one palm, she thrust her ass out towards him until her sex was pouting backwards in invitation. It glistened with her arousal and she couldn't stop herself bending right down to slip a finger onto her puckered dark hole and then draw it forwards between her lips and deep into her vagina.

'Do you like that darling?' she asked huskily. 'Do you want to come over here and feel it yourself my babe? Or perhaps you'd rather just keep filming while I work away to make myself come?' 

She closed her eyes for a moment, as if thinking deeply and then in an even huskier whisper came out with a blindingly sexy suggestion,

"Or perhaps you'd like to pretend the camera's another guy ... one of the fathers maybe .... Yes, one of the fathers looking at me completely exposed ... naked and available ....and seeing me masturbate! Would you like that darling?"

Suddenly Jake was shaking and he took his hands off the camera to reach down and press at his crotch. Had she really said that? 

Not for the first time, he was amazed at the increasing change in his normally perfect wife when she became aroused. The heart of the Junior School and the demure guest at parties, here she was - so sexy he could hardly contain himself. Without thinking, he gave in to his thoughts and suddenly blurted out in lust,

'Oh shit Kayla, I wish some of the dads could see you now! God, can you imagine how sexy that would be - their own little teacher lady standing here stark naked for them and ready for the taking? Oh hell, I wish a couple of them were here right now; I'd just love them to see you like this! Oh yeah, I could let them look away to their heart's content and ....'


Kayla and Their Friend Ch. 02



Author's note -- I apologise for the delay in submitting Part Two of the Jake and Kayla story but I firstly had a prolonged illness and have also been heavily involved recently in a new business venture.

For those who haven't read Part One, could I suggest that they may care to do so before reading Part Two. If they do, they will also see a reaction from the 'Jake' in the story -- who is a real person but who has another name, as does his wife. Not only is he real but the part about sending me photos of his gorgeous wife are also true. She's a beautiful young girl; and in the best way possible, I deeply envy him the sharing of his life with her (and her glorious body).

Whether or not the rest of this tale will come true or not, is up to the Gods; but one lives in hope .....

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When Peter knocked on the door, Kayla went to answer it and seeing Peter standing there with food bags in both hands, she stood up on tip-toe and holding him lightly with her hands on his waist, kissed their tall guest on both cheeks - almost, but not quite kissing air.

They stayed loosely embraced for nearly half a minute before Kayla pulled back from the contact and with a slightly nervous smile, rested her hands on Peter's waist and leant away, looking up into his face.

'Lovely to see you again Peter; we're really glad you could come .... aren't we Jake'.

Jake nodded. His mind was racing at having just witnessed their new friend kissing his wife with an initial chaste touch of welcome, only to then see them remain embraced for longer than would be normal. Since their conversation in bed the other night, he found he was beginning to notice such things.

"Yeah, it certainly is," responded a smiling Jake, who thrust out an open hand in his own welcome. "How you been Peter?" 

He noticed Peter's glance momentarily stray back to Kayla before he turned away and smiled at Jake, enthusiastically shaking the proffered hand. 

One of the bags Peter was holding was a wide insulated food container, which he lifted up to rest on the hall chair beside the smaller one.

"I'm good thanks Jake. Look, I've got all this food here and some of it really should go in the oven to finish cooking before it cools off too much ..... although, having said that, I don't think that's too likely in this heat." 

He grinned at Jake and they both followed Kayla into the kitchen. Jake noticed Peter looking at Kayla's hardly contained ass in the checked mini skirt and following his gaze, noticed that Kayla was walking with a more than usually exaggerated swaying motion as she preceded them through the door.

"I'll just need a few minutes to do the final preparation and then I'll be through until we want to eat." She said.

Peter grunted slightly with the effort of lifting the bag up onto the kitchen unit; and then began to unload its contents.

"Oh yes .... I thought this little number might be a welcome touch". He lifted a bottle of Moet & Chandon champagne from the depths, its wired top catching in the handle of the bag and nearly pulling it off the work-top as he lifted it free.

"Oops, nearly lost it," he said, pushing the bag further onto the surface - I think we may find this is just the thing for a hot evening and it's certainly just the job to get the taste buds going before eating! Got some glasses? It's really well chilled and I reckon we'd better deal with it as soon as possible. Just in case this one isn't enough, I've got another one here too."

Jake headed off to the lounge and with a slightly conspiratorial grin at Kayla, Peter followed. As he did so, he looked back over his shoulder at Kayla and asked,

"Any chance you could put the oven on and shove that food in when it's reached the right temperature? I'll just get this bottle opened and give Jake a hand."

He caught up with Jake as he was reaching into a low cupboard for glasses.

"My godfathers," he said quietly to his host, "I know she looked bloody good in those photos you sent me; particularly the nude ones. But I never realised until the other day just how sexy she really is - almost more so funnily enough, when she's fully clothed. And now, seeing her clothed again .... If you can call it 'clothed' in that minute skirt and almost see through top .... well, she's just an absolute bloody stunner!"

Jake looked nervously at the kitchen door, worried that Kayla may have heard; but at the same time, he realised his stomach had given a sudden lurch of excitement at Peter's words.

"Hey man, keep your voice down a bit; don't forget she doesn't know a thing about any of that yet. I haven't even dared suggest sharing any of those pictures - and I'm just talking about the ones where she's still got a few clothes on! There's no way I want her to know I've actually shown you all of them .... like the nude ones as well, with all her bits fully on show!

He felt a shiver of excitement go through him at the thought of Peter having seen all the pictures of his young wife completely naked and he tried to concentrate on what he was doing but with little success. 

Feeling for the right glasses in the low cupboard, he realised his hands were shaking and a couple of glasses almost shattered when he accidentally knocked one against the door as he pulled them from the inner shelf.

Placing them carefully on the top, he looked through to the kitchen and saw Kayla going about her preparation routine prior to putting the food into the oven for finishing off. He estimated she'd still be a good ten minutes before she'd finished the food ready for cooking.

He turned and speaking quietly, he voiced an earlier worry by asking Peter in a shaky voice whether he'd made any hard copies of Kayla's pictures he had stored on his computer.

Peter assured him that he hadn't and stressed that it was because he didn't want to risk any going missing and perhaps falling into the hands of someone else.

"What about Greg?" Jake asked. 

Jake had got carried away with excitement one evening when e-mailing with Peter. Peter had told him he still quite often met up with the guy who'd shared his wife with him and had asked whether Jake would object if he showed Kayla's pictures to him. He said he reckoned Greg would be over the moon to see such intimate pictures and would really enjoy the chance to view Kayla's naked form. He'd reassured Jake by telling him that Greg was completely trustworthy and in any event, he would only show him the pictures on his lap-top and wouldn't let him have any copies.

In his excitement, Jake had readily agreed and a week or so later, he'd received a follow-up e-mail in which Peter had related what ensued.

Peter and Greg had been having lunch together. They'd been generally discussing the attributes of various women they'd both known and Peter had led the conversation around to incorporate details of his new found 'net friendship with a young Californian called Jake. He explained that this had developed after Jake contacted him about a story which Peter had submitted to the Literotica internet site. 

He explained how the submitted story was one he'd written describing in great detail how he'd 'accidentally' left some nude pictures of his wife lying about in his office darkroom and how Greg had 'found them'. It then went on to graphically describe how, after considerable discussion of the finer points of her body, Peter had eventually shared his wife with his friend; and an intimate relationship had developed between Peter, his wife and Greg - which had then continued for some years after. 

Merely telling his friend this much over lunch had reminded Peter of just how erotic the arrangement had been and they'd both become quite excited talking about their joint and separate experiences with Mandy after she'd eventually succumbed and become a very willing participant in their continuing ménage à trois. 

Finally overcoming his increasing randiness at the recall, Peter had gradually steered the conversation back to Jake and explained to Greg just how sexy his new internet friend's wife really was. He firstly told him that Jake had e-mailed various photographs of Kayla and hinted that some of them had left very little to the imagination. Knowing Peter's fascination with taking photos of his own naked wife (a copy of one of which Greg then demonstrated that he still carried in his wallet!), he'd asked Peter just how explicit had the pictures been?

Peter had duly described the images of Kayla's clothed and part clothed appearances, before eventually confessing 'under pressure' that he'd also received some incredibly sexy pictures of Kayla completely naked and displaying every part of her nude body in exciting close-up detail. 

In his e-mail to Jake, Peter had then graphically described Greg's reactions to this information and of his begging Peter to let him see at least some of them. Greg had emphasised that it wasn't as if Peter couldn't trust him after all these years - he had, after all, been completely familiar with every detail of Peter's own naked young wife - as well as having experienced many times the thrill of coupling with her in Peter's presence and, on occasions, at the same time! 

Knowing he had Jake's blessing to show them to Greg, Peter had eventually pretended to capitulate and went out to collect his lap-top from the car outside the restaurant.

In his e-mail he'd gone on to explain to Jake that after taking his time in drawing out Kayla's gradual exposure through a selected sequence of photos, and having watched Greg enthusiastically gaze at their graphic detail in rising excitement, Greg had eventually had to make some excuse to go off to the mens' room and look after himself. Peter said that Greg seemed to be having difficulty standing up straight when he rose from the table and the description of this complete stranger's obvious physical reaction to his wife's naked pictures had excited Jake beyond belief.

Now, reaching over to take his glass of champagne from Peter, recall of this episode led to a sudden relaxation in Jake's mind and he felt a growing urge to be totally intimate with Peter in their conversation about Kayla. But there was one doubt still in his mind.

"Did your friend Greg really like seeing her as much as you said Peter, or were you just trying to wind me up and get me horny?"

"Oh my godfathers no - there was no wind up at all. I know Greg inside out .... don't forget we shared my wife for quite a few years. I reckon you get to know how a guy ticks sexually after that and there was no way Greg wasn't completely turned on by looking at Kayla without her clothes!

"There's no doubt in my mind that he got horny as hell seeing Kayla nude - just as I always have. Difference is, he's unlikely to ever meet her, so he won't realise just how fucking hot she really is. Not like lucky old me, who's seen every intimate inch of her and has now met her in person! 

"I meant what I said just now Jake. She's really incredible to look at; one of the hottest ladies I've ever seen".

Jake's stomach gave another lurch and he became aware of a hardness beginning to develop in his jeans at the thought of Peter's obvious pleasure when meeting his wife and seeing her through the eyes of one who knew exactly what her body looked like beneath the skimpy garments she was wearing. The fact that Kayla had no idea Peter was wholly familiar with her every intimate detail just added to the overall eroticism of the situation in Jake's mind.

But did he want it to end where it had got to now ....just letting Peter see pictures of his lovely young wife naked without her knowledge? Or did he harbour a deeper lust? Either way, he wanted to explore the situation a great deal more with Peter. It was so bloody erotic discussing his naked wife's body in such detail with someone who was also turned on by her intimate images.

"Gee, thanks Peter, I'm really glad you find her hot!" It seemed a highly inadequate refection to the way he was feeling, so he made an effort to expand and develop the intimacy.

"So, do you still wish you could see her in the flesh? I, er ..... well, I was wondering whether I shouldn't try to engineer some way you could have a better sighting of her. That'd be really sexy - particularly if I could witness you seeing her without Kayla knowing".

"Are you serious, or are you just winding me up now? I'd bloody love it - you know I would - almost more than anything. You really must know that Jake .... but what you got in mind? How do you reckon we could manage it .... I .... er .... take it you're thinking of something 'accidental'?"

Before Jake could respond, he became aware of Kayla's voice growing louder as she came around the corner from the kitchen and they had to stop their conversation until another time.

"Well guys, the food's in the oven; the plates are warming; the table's laid .... so how about that glass of champagne now?" 

She sat down on a sofa but demurely made sure her mini-skirt was pulled as low as possible down her thighs to preserve her modesty. Nonetheless, Peter was gratified to see a triangle of darkness deep between her legs and wondered what it was that he was seeing. Although he realised it was probably just a lack of light, his mind converted it into the crotch of a pair of black panties; or maybe ... could it be her pubes?

Kayla noticed the direction his eyes had taken and Jake thought he detected a slight smile twitching at the corner of her mouth. He wondered whether Kayla wasn't trying to flash their guest and he became randy at the thought!

"So, Peter, how're you finding California?"

"Better thanks, now I'm getting to know you two guys better. You know, it's quite a feeling when you're well away from home and in a strange country where you hardly know a soul; especially since my wife and I split up some time ago."

Yeah, Jake told me about that. Was it an unpleasant experience, or did you guys part as friends?"

"No, we parted very amicably actually." Peter responded, settling down at the other end of Kayla's sofa and sitting back into the cushions.

"Sadly, she had a drinking illness and although everything else was OK, the booze caused just too many problems. After it got really bad over four or five years, I found I couldn't take it any more. First I tried to ignore the ramblings but coming back from a day's stress at the office, I needed a real person to talk to, to eat with and to share my bed with - not a virtual stranger.

'It was such a tragedy really. There we were, married for nine years - got over all the silly little everyday differences that most people go through. Then we'd dealt with the usual bedroom dislikes and needs; and eventually settled into a life where I reckoned we'd probably grow old together. That's when the booze really hit. It'd apparently been a problem in her previous marriage; but I'd not identified it myself until it became too much of a problem for her to handle without help -- and she wasn't about to look for that."

Kayla looked at him with interest. Setting aside Peter's wife's serious booze problem, she and Jake had encountered various minor problems themselves as they settled into their five year marriage. It was interesting to hear how other people also had difficulties and, by virtue of shared knowledge that they were not alone in their worries, it was strangely re-assuring. All too easy, she thought, to imagine that she and Jake were the only ones who had problems and differences, however small and routine they may have been.

"Anyway, enough of all that," said Peter, raising his glass in toast and beaming at his hosts.

"We're all here to enjoy an evening together and I'd like to say, 'Bless all in this house and may you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you're dead'!"

The old Irish toast raised a laugh and they all tipped their glasses back before sitting down to eat.

The meal went well, with discussion of the usual mix of comparisons in life-style which come up whenever people from differing cultures meet. Eventually, and perhaps inevitably, the conversation became influenced by bonhomie and wine; and turned to the risqué subject of relationships and finally, mutual compliments.

"I hope you don't mind my saying this Kayla," enthused Peter at one stage out of the blue,

"But I reckon Jake's one of the luckiest guys on earth. I always reckoned my wife was one helluva beautiful woman; and indeed she was. But you really do take the prize of all time."

He turned to Jake,

"I hope you realise what a stunner you've got here Jake. If I weren't so bloody old and despite the fact you're married to her, I can tell you that you might have had a run for your money in keeping me away from her!

"I mean .... Just look at that beautiful face and the way she looks at you. If that isn't just the sexiest thing, then I don't know what is. And as for her figure......."

Kayla interjected with a smile on her by now blushing face,

"Aw come on Peter, I'm not actually that good; but thanks for making me feel it. You can come back here any time and just keep on pouring out those compliments - as many times as you like! Good health!"

She raised her glass and now blushing even more, tipped it towards their guest and then drank deeply. She set the glass down and reached out for their plates and cutlery.

"I'll just clear this lot and put the coffee on. It'll only take ten minutes or so. Jake, could you take Peter over to the settee and settle our guest down 'til it's ready? Perhaps have a brandy or something?"

She began to clear the table and Peter settled down at one end of the long settee, leaving plenty of room for either Jake or Kayla to join him.

He took the glass offered by Jake and almost in a whisper said,

"God, I really don't know how I sat through that without reaching out for Kayla. She's just so bloody sexy I can't tell you. It took an awful lot of will-power not to make a complete prat of myself in front of your lovely wife, particularly when I could see right up her mini-skirt!"

He pointedly looked down at the front of his jeans and Jake noticed a large swelling at his friend's crotch.

"Guess that says it all doesn't it?" Peter offered.

Jake looked closely at his friend and wondered just how far he dared go with sharing his lusty thoughts. It was in his mind to be completely frank with Peter about what had really been getting him excited over the last few days - the thought of actually construing a situation in which Peter could attempt to seduce his young wife. 

But he felt that once it was wholly in the open, there could be no turning back - so no, it was probably better that he didn't open up too much. Instead, he decided, he'd perhaps just see how matters took their course. If anything was going to develop, then it would develop; and if it did, well he'd deal with that when it happened. That way, nobody could think he actually had set his wife up. 

"Well, I reckon she has rather got to me; but I guess I'm just going to have to be satisfied with the pictures I've seen of her, aren't I." 

It was a statement, rather than a question; and whilst Peter sounded resigned, Jake found himself both relieved and disappointed. He looked over at his friend and was about to say something more, when he noticed Peter pulling out his wallet from the back pocket of his pants.

"Yes," Peter emphasised with a wry grin, "I guess I really am going to have to be satisfied with just her pictures all right."

As he spoke, he reached into the wallet and pulled out a small colour picture which he turned over and showed to Jake in his out-stretched hand.

Jake's took the proffered picture and looking down, his stomach turned over as he identified a highly defined photograph of Kayla. 

It was in full colour and his wife was squatting on her heels with her knees spread wide open. Her upper arms were vertical, so that her hands could part the long hair back from her forehead; and they were pushing her breasts inwards, so that they squeezed together in a most exciting way. 




Kayla and Their Friend Ch. 02



She was completely naked and apart from a 'landing strip' of hair above her vagina, she was also completely shaved. Due to her position, the bottom of her pussy lips were open and he could clearly make out every detail of her sex. Her obvious moistness indicated a state of high excitement. 

Between her arms, two elongated hard nipples confirmed her randiness as they stuck out hard from two beautifully soft looking breasts which were topped by gentle pink areola.

At her side, the recently discarded black underwear leant a tone of complete reality to a perfect picture in which the rich tan of the remainder of her body highlighted her breasts and sex, so that nothing whatsoever of her intimacy had been spared from the camera lens. 

Jake gasped.

He found himself incredibly aroused. It was one thing to send pictures of his naked wife over the internet to a stranger in another country - that was erotic in the extreme and quite often during sex with Kayla, he'd found himself spurred on by thinking of the detailed images he'd shared with Peter. 

On the other hand, and although he knew Peter had said how very much he loved being able to ogle Kayla totally nude whenever he wanted, Jake was not prepared for the burst of uncontrollable excitement he felt when confronted with the actual vision of his wife so erotically exposed for the delectation of another man.

Now he knew exactly how excited Peter had been when Greg took out a photo of Peter's wife Mandy when they were urging her to do as striptease one afternoon (see 'How she Succumbed').

But he had no chance to discuss his reaction with Peter, for Kayla came into the room and sat down on the settee next to their guest - leaving Jake standing in the middle of the room with a glass of brandy in one hand and her nude photo behind his back in the other. He moved over to an armchair by the window and surreptitiously slipping the picture into his pants pocket, he managed to sit down without letting Kayla see either the photo, or the massive erection he'd developed.

"Well thanks for that food Peter, it was very good and the champagne beforehand really started the evening off well." 

Kayla looked over at Peter as she spoke and settled back into the cushions. Jake noticed that the checked mini-skirt had ridden up sufficiently to disclose a sizeable area of beautifully proportioned thigh. He looked to Peter but he was gazing into Kayla's face and obviously hadn't noticed the exposure.

"My dear Kayla, it was entirely my pleasure and thank you so much for having me over."

As he was speaking, the phone rang and Jake reached over to the side table to answer it.

"Hello." He looked into space for half a minute or so, listening; and then,

"Can you hold a minute, we've got someone here for supper, so I'll take it into another room." Holding his hand over the mouthpiece he turned to his wife and Peter,

"Excuse me Peter, this is the call I was expecting and it'll take a little while. Kayla'll look after you while I deal with it." 

He walked out of the room and pulled the door to behind him.

Over twenty minutes later he came back into the room and noticed that Peter was now further down the settee, closer to Kayla. His wife appeared slightly out of breath and a degree flushed.

Peter got up and thrust out his hand, looking positive and confident.

"I think I'd better get going Jake -- I've got quite a lot on tomorrow and I'm feeling a little bushed. But if it's all right with you, I'd like to meet up with you both tomorrow evening for a drink somewhere?"

As he took Peter's hand, Jake agreed to the suggestion and then, found himself changing the suggested arrangement.

"I'd really love to Peter; but I've got a team meeting at work tomorrow afternoon and I'm not going to be back until late evening. Tell you what though, why don't you meet up with Kayla and if I can get away earlier, I'll meet up with you both then. If not, I should be with you by about ten." 

He had no meeting but neither Kayla or Peter would be aware of that and he hadn't yet worked out himself why he was being so evasive. Ignoring Kayla's slightly puzzled look, he looked enquiringly at Peter. His mind was in excited turmoil and he felt a strange anticipation at Peter's answer.

"Well that would be truly charming. I'd love to. Perhaps if I called around to pick you up about 6 o'clock Kayla? That way, you wouldn't have to go into a bar or wherever, on your own. Then, when Jake can make it, maybe we could all go on somewhere?"

Kayla looked at her smiling husband and seeing nothing but openness on his face, readily agreed.

"I'll look forward to it Peter .... until six tomorrow then." 

They walked over to the front door and after nodding amicably at Jake, Peter reached out to Kayla and swept her into a hug. Again they kissed on the cheeks and after another brief hug, their guest left the young couple.

"He's really nice, don't you think Kayla?" offered Jake as he closed the door.

"He certainly is darling. Quite the soul of old fashioned Brit charm I reckon. 'You sure you're OK with him picking me up here tomorrow?

"Why shouldn't I be .... or is there something you know and I don't?" He laughed nervously and smiled at her.

"No darling. I just thought you might be a little unsure of a relative stranger picking up your lusty young wife .... Come on Jake, let's leave the clearing up until tomorrow. I'm bushed and want our bed!"

Jake looked at her with surprise. She wouldn't normally leave things for the morning and as for that remark containing the words 'lusty young wife', well, what did she mean by that?

They turned the lights out and as they moved off to the bedroom, Jake was surprised to feel his wife reach down to his crotch and squeeze him gently. He realised she must feel he was a little hard. His earlier reaction to the photograph had combined with his coming back into the room and finding Kayla slightly breathless. His mind had been wandering and speculating on whether or not Peter may have actually made a pass at Kayla while he was on the phone.

"Ready for bed too then are we?" Kayla asked, nodding down at her hand with a naughty smile. "Something's really got you going tonight hasn't it .... or is that just the thought of going to bed with a young wife?"

"Yeah, I reckon going to bed with someone's young wife would be good right now." He couldn't help quipping in response. "But what's got you in the mood my darling little Kayla? Could it be our guest this evening? Just what were you both up to when I was on the phone? I haven't forgotten our discussion the other evening you know!"

"Oh that? Yes .... Well he is quite attractive you know and ......

She looked into her husband's eyes but offered no detail of what may have happened while he was out of the room; but just diverted the conversation,

"But then again, so are you my darling .... quite the sex God!"

They began to undress; and after each had visited the bathroom, they finished taking off the last of their clothes and slipped under the duvet to snuggle up naked together. For a while nothing was said and they absent-mindedly caressed each other's bodies with the familiarity of their relationship.

"What do you really think of Peter darling?" Jake looked down at his wife's face, circled by his naked arm.

"I find him quite attractive but I can't quite work out the charm bit. I think it's genuine but when he looks at me it's almost as if he knows something about me that I don't."

"How do you mean?" 

It didn't sound to Jake as if anything had been said about the pictures he'd e-mailed to Peter but he couldn't be sure. Then again, he didn't think that Peter would have broken his confidence; but one never knew .......

"I don't know really. I just get the feeling he knows much more about me than a relative stranger normally would.

"I know it sounds ridiculous but it's almost as if he not only knows me but knows my body as well. It's the way he looks at me. He lets his eyes wander all over me and they seem to stop at my tits and at my crotch. In some people that would seem perverted and be a complete turn-off; but with him .... well, there's something much more to it and I find myself actually quite turned on for some reason - almost as if we're sharing a knowledge! Does that sound strange?"

Jake thought for a moment. Now would appear to be the perfect opportunity for him to come clean with what he'd done in showing photos of his nude wife to their friend. Dare he .... or would it be too dangerous, despite the fact the Kayla was obviously quite turned on by whatever had happened? But he bottled out and said nothing of it. Instead,

"You trying to tell me you fancy him or something then darling?" Jake held his breath in anticipation.

"Hey darling, I already told you the other night that he turned me on a bit, so yeah, I guess I must fancy him some!"

"Enough to want to screw him honey?" Again, Jake held his breath. He felt Kayla's hand take hold of his cock and realised they were both beginning to fantasise again.

"Wow, does that thought turn you on Jake honey - your cock's getting hard! I think it does, doesn't it Jakey baby .... yes it does, doesn't it!!"

Kayla started to gently pump the shaft of his cock, pulling the foreskin back and over the top of his glans in the most exciting way. She looked thoughtful for a moment and then,

"Actually, Jake, he does turn me on too .... quite a lot actually. Do you mind?"

"You know I don't. What I said the other night still stands. I find it really sexy - you know, the thought of you being naked and played with by another guy, particularly Peter. I'd really love to see it!"

"Oh hell Jake, now you're getting me hot. Would you really like me to be naked with Peter and let him do things to me?"

Would you like him to see me like this for instance?" Kayla pulled the duvet down to expose her breasts and started to play with one of her nipples -- squeezing it really hard, while her other hand continued to stroke Jake's penis.

"Or maybe you'd like him to see this....!" 

Kayla gripped the duvet and threw it below their feet, so that her legs and pubic mound were on open display. Moving her legs, she raised her knees and spread them wide apart so that the lips of her sex opened up with a slight popping sound. She looked down at herself and began to grip Jake's penis even harder until he felt he was building up for a climax.

"Would you like him to see right into me like this honey? I think you would, wouldn't you? I know I would, I'd bloody love it if Peter could see me like this .... oh my godfathers .... it'd be so horny being completely exposed to him and ready to be taken, I think I'd die!

"Oh Jake honey, fuck me .... please do it now .... please fuck me hard!"

Jake stayed where he was but moved his right hand down to play with her clitoris. He wanted to savour their conversation and see just how far she'd go with her fantasy.

"Would you like it if I were Peter right now?"

"Oh hell yes .... I think I'd love it. Please darling, fuck me .... oh please .... Now!"

"Can you imagine his fingers doing what I'm doing to you? Can you imagine him looking closely at all your nakedness while he does it .... Checking out every inch of you and feeding his fingers right up inside you like this ....!"

"Ahhhh, yes, yes .... hurry up .... Take your fingers out and put him in me .... quick, or I'm going to come .... Oh please Peter, do it now .... I need you in me .... oh please, I want you .... Please!"

Jake couldn't hold back any more and suddenly rolled over between Kayla's legs to plunge straight into her with one quick movement. He sank deeply into her sex and thrust forwards, holding himself rigid as he released himself into her body with an outflow of lust such as he'd never felt before. As he reached the peak, he felt Kayla's pussy tighten spasmodically around his penis as she began to come herself in loud panting bliss, milking him in her desire.

"Oh yes, yes, yes ..... harder ..... oh please push harder .... Oh my god that's fucking ... incredible ... oh Peter that's absolutely lovely .... you feel so fucking good .... ahhhh, unngg .... aaahhhhhh ...... oh that ..... that's just too fucking much .... that was .... Oh yes, that was fucking lovely!" 

Jake rolled back onto his side of the bed and they both lay panting side by side, completely drained of any kind of energy; each revelling in their own thoughts of what had just happened and the way Kayla had kept repeating their new friend's name.

They'd been fantasising all right; but did Kayla know that Jake was increasingly turning his fantasy into a wish for it to happen in reality?

Kayla eventually sat up in bed and was about to go to the bathroom, when she noticed something had fallen from the pocket of Jake's jeans. Looking closer, she realised that it was a copy of one of the nude photos that Jake had taken of her some months before.

"Jake?" she turned to him with a puzzled look.

"What's that picture of me doing in your jeans - I thought you'd only got them all stored on our computer?"

Jake suddenly flushed up and completely taken by surprise, he tried to find an explanation ....

"Oh that. Well, it's one I particularly love and I like to have a copy on me so's I can look at you when I'm away." 

He knew it sounded weak but it was the only thing he could think of.

"Jake ..... you're lying, aren't you. I can tell."

Kayla looked hard at him and as her face cleared, he realised she'd come to a decision on what it was really doing.

"I think," she emphasised the 'I' and continued her deliberation in silence for a few seconds before,

"I think you've showed it to someone else. You changed into clean jeans before Peter came around and I know it wasn't in the pocket then, so ........ 



Kayla and Their Friend Ch. 03



Kayla eventually sat up in bed and was about to go to the bathroom, when she noticed something had fallen from the pocket of Jake's jeans. Looking closer, she realised that it was a copy of one of the nude photos that Jake had taken of her some months before.

"Jake?" she turned to him with a puzzled look.

"What's that picture of me doing in your jeans - I thought you'd only got them all stored on our computer?"

Jake suddenly flushed up and completely taken by surprise, he tried to find an explanation.

"Oh that. Well, it's one I particularly love and I like to have a copy on me so's I can look at you when I'm away." 

He knew it sounded weak but it was the only thing he could think of.

"Jake ..... you're lying, aren't you..... I can tell."

Kayla looked hard at him and as her face cleared, he realised she'd made her own decision on what it was really doing in his pocket.

"I think," she emphasised the 'I' and continued her deliberation in silence for a few seconds before going on,

"I think you've showed it to someone else. You changed into clean jeans before Peter came around earlier and I know it wasn't in the pocket then, so you must have put it in there since."

Jake knew he had to think hard if he was to get away with what he'd actually done. On the other hand, there was just a possibility that he could work things to his advantage. A second or two later and he had an idea ....

"Well actually darling I was .... oh shit, all right then .... look, I guess I'd better just come clean."

Kayla arched an eyebrow and looked questioningly at him.

"Yes, I think you had ..... and .... well, let's just say, .... it better be good!"

"Do you remember that evening when I was taking all those fantastically sexy photos of you as you undressed for the camera?"

"Yeees .... go on."

"Well, do you remember the bit where we both got incredibly hot and you were saying things about how you'd really love for other people to see you totally nude and then, as you got into it, you said how you'd love other guys to start playing with you -- parents of your school kids and even some of the people we know? 

"Then you even started talking about how fantastic it'd be if another guy actually started to slip his cock into you; and you went on about how you'd really love it if the other guy was one of our friends and ...."

He looked Kayla straight in the eyes and noticed there was a blush beginning to surround them, obviously caused by his reference to what they'd both been saying in the heat of passion.

"And then later on you were telling me about Peter and how you found him quite attractive as 'the older man' and ...."

"Yeah, yeah Jake ..... but that was all in the heat of the moment and I didn't really mean ...."

Jake noticed that her blush had now spread all over her face and down her neck. She was really pretty embarrassed - but by the sound of her increased breathing, she seemed to be getting quite hot again as well.

"Oh come on Honey," she tried to play down what he was saying, "You know it wasn't just the moment of passion talking. We both got quite worked up talking about how we'd like things to go.

"And even after we'd made love and then calmed down a bit, we continued talking about it; and how really exciting it might be for someone else to see you totally naked, touch you up and then slip their cock into you from behind as you bent over! That wasn't in passion .... well it was in passion a bit later on but it didn't start that way."

Kayla was by now evidencing discomfort and when she pushed her hair back from her forehead, he noticed that her hands were trembling slightly. 

Now was definitely the time to slide out of his awkward corner and in so doing, test just how much Kayla had really meant when she'd outlined her fantasies that night - and even suggested various thrilling scenarios they could try to heighten their excitement. Jake went on,

"Well, when I was looking at some of your photos the other day, I got really hot and when I thought about what we'd both been saying, I reckoned it might be exciting if, in real life, Peter could 'accidentally' see a picture of you naked! So I printed one out and put it into my jeans before Peter came round. 

"I was intending to slip it between a couple of magazines on the coffee table where he'd be able to see a 'teaser' - just your face and part of one breast showing between the magazines. I knew that if he was anything like me, he'd probably take any opportunity to have a proper look at the whole picture while neither of us were in the room!"

"Oh my God Jake - did he actually see it?" 

Kayla was now in full blushing mode and her breathing had got even faster. The anger had gone from her eyes and was replaced by a narrowing of her eyelids - a look that he associated with her getting turned on. 

It was obvious to him that now was definitely the time to see just how far he could go. He continued, making up his story as he spoke.

"I don't know Honey. Before Peter arrived, I slipped it between the magazines where he couldn't fail to see part of it from where he would be sitting. Then when he came around, I stood in front of it so you wouldn't sit there and perhaps notice it. If you remember, I stood back and offered him that particular seat."

There was almost silence for a few seconds -- just the sound of Kayla's short breathing, then 

"Oh Jake, that's awful! Do you think he actually did ever see it?"

"That's the trouble, I left the room so he could have a chance to look at it while he was on his own and I meant to stand just outside the door, so I could see whether he did take a look. Unfortunately, you started talking to me and I turned away. When I went back in the room, it was quite a few minutes later and by then Peter was dealing with the champagne.

"So you don't know for sure then?"

"No .... Certainly 'not for sure' anyway ....."

Another silence during which Kayla shifted around in her seat.

"But do you think he saw it?" She held her breath as she waited for a reply.

Seeing the look on her face, Jake decided to push things. Taking his time, he drew out what he wanted to say.

"Well actually .... yeah, I think he almost certainly did, because when I came back in the room, I reckoned it was in a different position. Then for quite a while I couldn't get near it without causing suspicion and I was also worried you might see it and get mad with me. In the end, I managed to pocket it when we got up to go eat."

"Shit Jake, what the hell am I going to do if he did see it? I mean.... after all, he's not long ago met me and he'll be wondering what kind of people we are to leave naked images of one of us laying around in photos like that!"

"If he's got any sense honey, he'll have loved seeing you in the nude like that!" He laid emphasis on the word 'love' and gestured towards the photo.

Kayla looked down at the picture now lying on their bed and gasped in realisation.

"Jake! .... Oh shit Jake! .... It's that one with me holding my legs wide open. Not only can you see both my tits but you can see right deep inside me as well -- my pussy's wide open to the camera! And look how my nipples are standing out. Oh hell Jake, I'm so fucking embarrassed I don't know what to do!" 

She shuddered and looking down again, seemingly completely transfixed by the image. Jake took it from her and gazed at it for a few seconds. He decided to push things even further, now knowing that what he was about to say would almost certainly get Kayla even hotter for the moment, even if she got pissed about it later.

"Yeah, I know. He'll really have loved seeing that Darling; and if he did see it - and I reckon he did see it - then if he's anything like me, he'll have started beating off to the thought of you all lovely and nude for him like that, just as soon as he got home. And what's more, I reckon he's probably beating off to it again now, as we speak!"

He sat down on the bed and put his arms around his young bride. One hand slipped around her back and he reached under her arm to take a nipple between his fingers. Suddenly, he became aware that her bra' was missing and that through her top, he was holding a naked breast in his hand, its nipple as hard as it could be. This was a turn up,

"Hey Kayla .... darling .... you've taken your bra' off! When did you do that, you wicked little wife you? And don't deny it, 'cos I know you had one on just before Peter arrived!"

If it were possible, Kayla blushed even more and began to stutter,

"I .... er .... well, it was quite warm wasn't it Honey and I er .... well, I ehm .... oh fuck it! Look, I just took it off .... all right? Anything wrong with that, is there? I mean, it's not as if he could see anything and after all, it is bloody hot isn't it!"

The last bit came out emphatically, as if she would brook no further discussion of the matter. Nonetheless, she did moan slightly as Jake's fingers began to roll her nipple with a little more urgency.

"I think you took it off because you wanted to taunt Peter. I can't believe I didn't notice it before. I must have been so pre-occupied with setting up that photo in the right place and trying to make sure Peter saw it. Wow! I didn't even notice your bra' had gone .... unusual for me, don't you think? I bet Peter noticed though - it must have made his evening seeing your nipples thrusting hard at your top like this! Look down your front darling, they're hard as nails even now and you can't miss their outline against your shirt .... oh fuck darling, they look .... you look just so bloody sexy!" Then he added as a rider,

"Particularly after seeing that photo down there on the table - just look darling and see how incredibly sexy you are, completely bared for his pleasure!"

Kayla looked mortified for a moment and then, as if giving in to the tension of the moment, she reached down and took a hold of Jake's hardening cock through his pants.

"Well now, will you look here Jake, who's getting hard then? I guess all this is beginning to turn you on isn't it?"

She undid the top button of his pants and unzipped him until she could slide her hand into the opening and grasp his naked cock. She slowly slid her hand up until the foreskin gathered loosely in her palm; and then slid her hand down again in a long motion which left the foreskin drawn right back and the sensitive head of his penis open to her ministrations.

"Well Jake .... does it turn you on?"

Jake undid her top very slowly and exposed both her breasts. He lowered his mouth and still not answering her question, he suckled at each nipple in turn, hearing her delighted moans of pleasure as his tongue swirled around their ends -- nibbling gently with his teeth and humming deeply so that the vibrations excited her even more.

"Oh Jake, that's amazing. Don't stop.... oh please don't stop that!

But Jake did -- and suddenly. He'd had a really naughty thought and he wanted to share it.

He sat up on the bed and looked down at his beautiful young wife. He saw her elongated nipples, still wet from his attentions but managed to pull away and sit back a couple of feet apart from her, pushing his penis back in his boxers.

"Darling .... Please can we try something nice and kinky?"

Kayla looked at him -- her smile tinged with frustration at seemingly being left unsatisfied when she was so aroused.

"Try what Jake -- you're not going to do something awful are you? Come back here, that was lovely what you were doing."

"Absolutely not Honey. It's just that we're both really randy and we both know what's getting us going. I just want to extend the fantasy a bit and see how it goes!"

Oh yeah .... and what particular fantasy are you talking about?" she asked flippantly.

"Oh, I think you know darling."

"What? Do you mean the thought of someone else screwing me, or the one about some other guys seeing me naked?"

"Both really. Look, I know how we're both turned on by the fantasy of other guys seeing you naked and the same goes for someone else screwing you... It's not just me who gets randy but you've also admitted how much the thoughts excite you -- and after all, it is just a fantasy, shared for our enjoyment."

"Go on ..."

"Well, I think you're also turned on by the fantasy of Peter doing something to you. Oh, I know he's older than both of us but I still happen to think that adds to your enjoyment of the fantasy. Would you agree?"

"Yeeees .... I guess so."

"Let's pretend that he's outside our bedroom window, looking in, thinking we don't know he's there."

"Oh Jake, don't. I already feel fucking turned on. Just come here and let me ...."

"Ah no Honey. I think we ought to see this through and by the end of it, I guarantee we'll both be so fucking switched on it'll only take us half a minute to shag and we'll be coming all over the fucking place!" 

The coarseness of his description served only to add further eroticism to his proposal.

"I thought I could take the camera outside and photograph you getting undressed for bed. That way, when we look at the pictures later, we can pretend it was Peter outside looking through the window. You could have made out not to have seen him, so's you could strip, purportedly in 'innocence' and let him see you naked for real!

"How about that for a turn-on? You could do what you liked and let him see what you want him to see and all the time it'll appear completely accidental."

Kayla looked at her husband, her head shaking slightly at the thought. Then, with a degree of sarcasm,

"And then I guess, you'd want him to actually see the photos later on wouldn't you? Just like the last time, when you put that photo between the magazines by accident I suppose!"

"Now that is a turn on thought -- I hadn't considered that. If he sees the photos of you completely nude, he'll think that my taking pictures of you was unknown to you and everything you're showing is therefore by accident. Then when you meet him, you'll be able to play the complete innocent and act as if you're unaware he's already seen everything you've got under your clothes!"

Jake couldn't help reaching down to readjust the massive lump which had formed again in his pants. The thought of once more sharing explicit images of his naked wife with their friend, albeit by a circuitous route this time, was really turning him on and he couldn't wait to get started. He went on,

"Would you actually like me to do that for you darling? I know I'd really love for Peter to see you with absolutely sweet fucking nothing on at all. I reckon it'd be such a turn on for both of us - but particularly for my new found exhibitionist wife, don't you!"

"Oh Jake, I'm not sure." She looked back at the photograph on their bed and thought for a moment.

"It's like I said Honey, I'd be so fucking embarrassed -- particularly if he has seen this picture; and I'm really embarrassed about that likelihood already. Just look at me, holding myself open like I'm in some lewd porno picture. Don't forget, all those photos you've taken of me naked were originally meant to be only for our own viewing. I didn't expect to find out some other guy had seen one of them as well."

Jake chipped in,

"But shit Kayla, it is pretty exciting that he's almost certainly seen that photo of you all deliciously bare like that, isn't it?"

Kayla seemed to make up her mind and eroticism guided her words,

"Oh God yes!" she moaned in sudden excitement,

"It'd be incredible; and the way I'm feeling right now darling, I'd love you to do it! Ooooh, just the thought of playing up for him, pretending I don't know he's there -- like, acting the true exhibitionist. I'd really love him to see me completely naked .... I might even play with myself with my legs wide open to the camera. You know, pretend I've got so turned on by my body that I want to masturbate in private!"

She looked at her husband for a moment or two and then came to a decision. Recklessly, she grinned at him and sent a sudden burst of anticipation through Jake.

"Oh hell Jake. Yes! Let's really do it and then .... later on, please, please will you contrive to let him actually see all the photos later!"

Kayla was almost panting with lust as Jake went off to get his camera. She took off her top and replaced the bra she'd earlier removed. Then she put her top back on again and buttoned it up so it would take longer for her to strip everything off when the time came. 

She turned the bedside light-shade and then adjusted the overhead spotlights so that they properly lit the area of bedroom she'd be using. Finally, she left the blinds open enough for Jake -- or Peter - to see in properly.

Jake called out to her from the front door,

"OK Honey, I'm just going out now. Start whenever you're ready!"

She heard the front door close and shortly afterwards, Jake tapped gently on their bedroom window to let her know he was in position.

As Kayla began to very slowly undo the buttons of her top, her mind started wandering; and in her thoughts it was no longer her husband outside with a camera but their new found friend Peter. He was looking in through their bedroom window and he was oblivious of the fact that she had spotted him voyeuring her.

And she was going to make sure that he had a full detailed view of everything he wanted to see of her stark naked and playing with herself.

As she started to strip, her mind wandered further to consider all that would be going through his mind when her husband eventually found a way to let Peter see the photos ...



Kayla and Their Friend Ch. 04



As has been stated by her husband in an earlier comment, Kayla is a real person, as indeed is Jake.

However, and just to add to the eroticism, I have included some pictures this time and I can tell you that this is no internet model here -- this is Kayla herself, in genuine photographs taken by Jake!

The story itself? Well I leave it to you to decide on whether it's fact or fantasy, for I've said enough!

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She turned the bedside light-shade and then adjusted the overhead spotlights so that they properly lit the area of bedroom she'd be using. Finally, she left the blinds open enough for Jake - or Peter - to see in properly.

Jake called out to her from the front door,

"OK Honey, I'm just going out now. Start whenever you're ready!"

She heard the front door close and shortly afterwards, Jake tapped gently on their bedroom window to let her know he was in position.

As Kayla began to very slowly undo the buttons of her top, her mind started wandering; and as her fantasy began to expand, it was no longer her husband outside with a camera but their new found friend Peter. He was looking in through their bedroom window and he was oblivious of the fact that she had spotted him voyeuring her.

She was going to make sure that he had a full detailed view of everything he wanted to see of her -- she was determined to excite him with views of her gorgeous body stark naked with her pussy open and of her playing with herself.

As she started to strip, she returned to reality for a moment. Her mind wandered further to consider all that would be going through his mind when her husband eventually found a way to let Peter see the photos and she began to shake from the eroticism of the thought. She wanted to share every inch and every opening of her gorgeous nakedness with their friend and knowing that she would supposedly be doing it unwittingly, she returned to her fantasy task with the enthusiasm and openness of the 'innocent'.

Outside, Jake had set up two tripods - one with his digital still camera and one which held their camcorder -- the latter was now recording everything that went on in their bedroom. 

While the camcorder silently watched all that was happening, Jake concentrated on ensuring that they had some good still photos; but sensing how much his hands were now shaking with excitement, he was glad that this time he didn't need to try holding the camera steady -- the tripod meant that all he had to do was click the remote shutter cable each time he wanted a shot.

Inside, Kayla finished undoing the buttons on her top and positioned herself so that the camera would have a teasing shot of her back, with just a hint of her bra-clad breasts swelling from a slightly sideways posture. As she slid her top slowly down her arms, the bra remained the only item of clothing between her upper body and the camera. 

This far down the line, she was wholly oblivious of the fact that it was her husband outside -- now her mind told her she was definitely being the 'unwitting' exhibitionist for their voyeuring new friend Peter; and she was going to make sure he had sight of her living body in every lewd pose she could devise.

The top came off completely and she cast it gently to the floor. Then, as if suddenly discovering her breasts, she pointedly looked downwards to contemplate their soft roundness swelling from the top of her bra'.

She reached both arms behind her back and upwards to undo the clasp. Even then though, she maintained the tease of slow movement and it was a full minute before her breasts were completely bared -- but away from sight of the camera.

She wanted Peter to see them at their sexy best, so she surreptitiously rubbed the nipple ends for a moment until they swelled out into hardened nubs of eroticism which stuck out a good half inch from her gloriously puffy areola. 

She slowly turned her body slightly more towards the camera and then moved around on the edge of their bed so that she was fully exposing both naked orbs to the lens. She raised one hand to cup her left breast and after a moment or two, began to circle the finger end around the areole, carefully avoiding its end to prolong her delight. Letting go, she licked the finger and then began a gentle swirling motion around her hardened nipple, which caused her to gasp and involuntarily close her eyes in a sudden burst of pleasure.

Outside Jake could hardly contain himself and moving back from the camera to avoid moving it in his excitement, he opened his zipper and took out his cock. Returning to the eyepiece, he gently masturbated himself with his right hand, while his left was gripping the release cable. 

He saw that Kayla had by now stood up from the bed and was trying to undo the belt on her jeans. The effort made her fully exposed breasts jiggle in the most exciting way and having undone the waist-band, Kayla slid a flattened hand down into the front of her jeans until she could feel the soft narrow landing strip of hair just above her clitoris. In her rising excitement of exhibitionism, she was unable to stop and couldn't resist pushing further down to rub at it for a few seconds before plunging two fingers deep into her vagina. Her face now illustrated just what pleasure the movement had given her and wanting more, she pulled back slightly to allow a third finger to also explore her now soaked pussy. Jake pushed the shutter release and the camcorder continued its silent witnessing of events.

Jake was beside himself with lust now and was about to speed up his own movements when he heard the sound of someone approaching their front door. The bedroom window was at the side of the house, so he was unable to identify the visitor from where he was standing. He panicked for a moment and quickly pushed his fast flagging cock back into his jeans and zipped up, before speedily making his way around to the front of the building. As he came around the corner, he saw that it was Peter, who was carrying something and was about to ring the door bell.

"Peter!" Jake whispered as loudly as he could, fearful of disturbing Kayla in what she was doing for the cameras.

"Peter! Around here .... quiet, in case you disturb Kayla." Jake sounded conspiratorial.

"Oh shit," came the reply in a hushed and equally conspiratorial tones, "I'm so sorry. I didn't think either of you would be in bed at this time of the evening. Is she OK -- not ill I hope?"

He had come to the corner and although aware of a lighted window, was not at a sufficient angle to identify what was going on.

"No," replied Jake. "She's not ill .... it's just that we .... er .... well, it's just that ...."

Peter noticed the cameras set up on their tripods - lit through the partly open bedroom blinds.

"Oh shit again!" he said with an understanding grin, "Interrupt some filming did I? I hope you'll let me see the results again ....?"

Jake's face was flushed with a combination of randy excitement at what he'd been filming, his shock at suddenly encountering their friend and an ensuing total indecision.

"Well, er ..... I er ....."

"No need to explain Jake; I'll just come back some other time you lucky bastard. But I still wouldn't mind seeing the results" he added.

Jake suddenly came to a decision and holding his breath for a few seconds, he found himself blurting out,

"Why wait for the pictures? Kayla doesn't know you're here yet and you've always wanted to see her in the flesh, so why don't you come over here and look for yourself? Better be bloody quiet though, in case she hears you ....No Talking!"

They went around to the bedroom window and looking in, saw that Kayla had undone the waistband of her jeans and was about to push it down over her hips. Her breasts were in full view, their firmness allowing them to remain tight to her chest despite the angle of her body. Her nipples were harder than they'd ever been and now Peter was also going to be witness to everything she was about to do.

Jake was beside himself with the excitement of the situation. He'd made a decision now and whether he wanted to change his mind or not, it was too late by far, for Peter had now seen how far Kayla had got in her seductive behaviour.

Jake became aware of Peter whispering in his ear. His face turned slightly away, so as not to miss any of what was happening in front of them.

"Oh my godfathers, I know I've seen pictures of Kayla totally naked and they were fucking amazing; but to see her in the flesh? Oh, wow Jake. Will you just look how hard those glorious nipples of hers are! If only you knew how often I've dreamed of seeing her in person without clothes. Is she going to strip completely?"

Jake had pulled himself together enough again to take the shutter cable in his hand and click off another couple of pictures. His other hand had dropped down to his crotch again and although he hadn't taken his cock out this time, he was rubbing at it through his pants. He became aware that Peter was doing the same thing himself, a foot or so away from him.

"Yeah, she's supposed to get properly naked for the camera. I told her to imagine she was being voyeured by somebody out here and I think she's really getting into the fantasy - she's obviously not doing it for me any more, just look how her eyes are glazed at the thought of someone being out here! I think she's going to show us her pussy in a moment and she has no idea you're going to see it!"

He thought hard for a moment but the excitement was just too much to control his thoughts any longer.

"In fact Peter, I think I should tell you .... I er .... well .... I er .... oh fuck it, told her to imagine it was you outside - so in her fantasy, she's actually stripping for you!"

"What?" Peter almost shouted in surprise but managed to contain his expletive in time.

"You mean she got hot at the thought of me seeing her stripping?"

It was too late for any retraction and in any case, Jake was by now so totally immersed in the unbelievably illicit thrill of showing their friend his wife's increasing nakedness that he wanted to share everything he had with Peter.

"She certainly did and what's more, I reckon she's got so hot right now by acting out the fantasy that if you walked in through the front door, she'd probably jump on you before she even thought about it!"

Kayla had reached her ankles with the jeans and was in the throes of elegantly stepping out of them. She left them on the floor and standing up, was left with only a pair of pretty, high cut panties to cover what was left of her modesty. Her mound could clearly be seen through the thin material and for some reason, Peter found this all the more sexy.

"Like what you see, do you?" 

They both pulled back from the window as they heard Kayla speak, worried that they'd been seen together. After a few seconds, they realised she was still acting out her fantasy and moved back to where Kayla could be viewed. She continued to speak to her unseen voyeur as she moved closer towards the window and her next remark authenticated what Jake had just told Peter,

"I've been longing to show you all this Peter!" She smoothed her hand down her body in emphasis.

"Would you like to see more? .... Well would you then? I think you would, wouldn't you? .... Oh yes, I can see that you would Peter - that's a really lovely smooth bulge you've got in your jeans there!"

Kayla's eyes were staring at the window now and neither Jake nor Peter dared to move in case she should see their two shadows.

"All right then .... I'll just slip these panties off and show you how hot you've got me."

She slowly bent over and slid the panties down her legs. A reflection in the mirror behind showed a delightful picture of her butt cheeks being slowly opened with the movement, until they were fully parted to allow a view of her smallest opening and the beautiful moistened lips of her pussy below.

She stood up until she was completely upright and then spread her feet out slightly so that the lips of her pussy opened below underneath the thin landing strip of her hair.

"Do you like that?" she said teasingly. "Is that enough to excite you Peter? I really hope so, because I've wanted to share it all with you since we first met and you kissed my cheek in front of Jake!"

Now completely naked except for her shoes, she walked from the middle of the room towards the short staircase and adopted a sideways pose in which her gorgeous ass was prominent.



She took a step backwards again towards the bed and then sat down on its edge, before lying back fully with her legs slowly opening. One hand went to her clitoris and the other went to gently play with her left nipple.

"How about this then Peter .... Do you like seeing me play with myself .... Would you like me to show you some more of my body .... Ooooh yes, I think you would, wouldn't you ..... you're obviously enjoying the show so far?"

Kayla shifted backwards until she could bring her feet up and rest them on the bed, the heels tight to her ass. 

With her knees upwards, she grasped her legs just below and gradually opened them in a very slow movement. 

She moved her hands downwards and reached between her thighs. With her thumbs she spread the lips of her vagina apart to allow her pussy to open fully.

She was now completely exposed, the lips of her pussy spread wide apart and her clitoris on open view. 

Peter marvelled at the magnificence of what he was witnessing. 

Here was the young bride of his new friend, the schoolteacher who looked after young children during the day and returned home to be the perfect loving wife in the evening -- a responsible young bride whose public life was that of a beautiful but conventional partner of a popular couple.

He'd met her and talked with her and had been captivated by the way she had welcomed him into their life and home - the perfect, demure housewife.

On the other hand, and by courtesy of her very loving husband, he'd firstly been allowed to see photos of her fully clothed. Then, as Jake had gradually admitted to his more carnal fantasies, Peter had been allowed to see increasingly more revealing pictures of Kayla until he'd eventually viewed images of her completely bared for the camera and with detailed close-ups of her glorious body.

Now he was witnessing a dream realised. Here was that very conventional girl, exposing her nakedness to him - albeit in her own fantasy -- and he was captivated.

Eagerly, he looked into her open vagina and wished that he could announce his presence and go inside to fondle those amazing nipples and feast on her delicious pussy.

Kayla was breathing heavily now and was obviously so turned on by her fantasy that she desperately needed release.

One hand now went closer to her pussy and she just gently touched the clitoris with her second finger,

"How about this then Peter; do you like my lovely wet pussy? I'm going to play with my clit now and make myself come for you while you're watching me" 

Her voice cut through the silence and sent a shiver of erotic thrill through both of her voyeurs. As she looked at the window, her gaze settled in direct line with Peter's eyes and she seemed to be looking straight at him as her eyelids half closed in pleasure.

Jake became aware of Peter now playing with his cock beside him. It was out of his jeans and he was stroking wildly, making little moaning sounds as he began to come, spurting long threads across the paving of their patio.

Jake realised that he had unconsciously reached into his jeans and taken his own cock out. He had been working it and was about to come himself when they heard Kayla begin to moan loudly. 

She thrust her crotch upwards and her finger was a blur as she wildly lashed her clitoris with its end. With a sudden deep throaty growl, she began to come and her body twitched in excitement as waves of pleasure flowed over her.

But, it seemed, she was not finished despite the intensity of her orgasm -- for after a few minutes of panting, she eventually controlled her breathing and looking at the window again, said.

"Wow, that was unbelievably exciting Peter -- I hope you enjoyed seeing me come like that. It was lovely to know you were watching me when I was completely out of control. Would you like to see yet more Peter? Because I want to show you more and now I think that ... 



Kayla and Their Friend Ch. 05



I do hope people have been enjoying the stories about Kayla. As I've said before, she actually does exist and the pictures I've used are photographs taken by her husband last year. We've been at pains to ensure that whilst we want you to enjoy sight of Kayla's naked beauty, you shouldn't be able to recognise her if you actually know the real person.

Thus please do believe that you are not looking at an internet model whose pictures are spattered all over various sites. Kayla is a real person - a real young and beautiful wife who is normally very shy but who turns into the kind of wife we'd all like, when in the bedroom with her husband. 

Jake has had many reservations about sharing images of his wife's body with us all but the eroticism of the situation eventually got to him. When it did, he wrote to me saying, 

"It turns me on to the greatest degree that you are so turned on by Kayla. It is nice to know that someone I find so sexy and precious is considered such by someone else; and now others will get to enjoy her nakedness too!"

And so here she is for all of you, both in words and pictures ..... 

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............... but it seemed she was not finished, despite the intensity of her orgasm, for after a few minutes of lying right back on the bed panting, she eventually controlled her breathing enough to sit up and, looking at the window again, she said seductively, 

''Wow, that was unbelievably exciting Peter .... I hope you enjoyed seeing me come like that. It was lovely to know you were watching me while I was utterly out of control. Would you like to see some more Peter? Because I want to show you more but I think I'll come closer so's you can see me completely bare in lovely close up detail."

Kayla moved towards the window and began to slowly rotate her hips in a rhythmic dance. She stretched her arms upwards, her hands pushing the hair back from her eyes as she smoothed it flat and held it against the top of her head. Her breasts jiggled slightly with the movement and as she thrust them out towards the window, her hardened nipples seeming to point out in gorgeous sexiness directly towards her hidden voyeurs. Her eyes were closed in lust as she moved.

Suddenly Jake realised that as she got closer to the window, she might just be able to distinguish two shadows in the dark outside instead of one, so he gestured low with his hand towards Peter, intending to nudge him back towards the edge of the bushes beside the rockery; but Peter had already moved and Jake couldn't see him. He whispered quietly,

"Peter ..... where are you? For fuck's sake keep back out of sight in case Kayla sees both of us out here instead of just me.... then she'd be really pissed at me!"

There was no reply but Jake became conscious of a slight rustling towards the edge of the house.

"Peter?"

"Yeah, I'm over here by the corner of the path .... sorry, but I was getting so into seeing your wife's incredible body, I thought I was going to come and I didn't want her to hear the noise!"

In stunned silence, Jake digested what his friend had just said and found he could hardly control himself.

"Oh my godfathers Peter .... wow! That's just so fucking wild .... first I'm showing someone else my gorgeous bride's bare body all on display like that and then he's telling me he was about to come just from looking at her .... oh man! I saw you were playing with your cock just now, the same as me but I had no idea just how much you were really turned on. Oh fuck Peter .... did you ...er .... actually erm .... did you, like you know .... actually come then?"

He turned back to look at Kayla as Peter went on,

"No, I was trying not to. When you get to my age, you can't perform time and again like when I was young as you! I have to be a bit more careful now; and though I still get randy as hell looking at your beautiful Kayla all naked like that, I've got to think whether I want to shoot my bolt early, or whether there's something else likely to happen later and I'll need it or lose out! 

"And Jake .... umm .... well, you see, I've .... well actually I've got a really wicked idea I want to run it past you first. That's why I moved away for fear of blowing myself out before talking to you about it! Let's move away where we're not likely to be heard talking by Kayla."

For some reason, Jake felt his stomach sink in anticipation of hearing whatever Peter had in mind and he turned back to say something; but his friend was already moving towards the corner of the building and the pool of light from the porch.

Jake was about to follow him and was beginning to drift into a lustful reverie of the possibilities Peter had in mind, when he became aware of his wife's renewed gyrations in front of the window. She was now standing with her legs slightly apart, her hands down at her crotch and holding the lips of her pussy wide open with two fingers of each hand - so her clitoris was completely exposed to their view. It was obvious that she was really wet.

Jake stared at her for a moment, again impressed by the change in his normally shy bride. He was amazingly proud of how sexy his beautiful wife looked as she lowered her inhibitions completely in the continuing fantasy of their erotic game and shaking with lust, he needed to share the sexy sight with Peter. He whispered hoarsely after the departing shadow,

"Peter, wait. Come back here and look .... quickly!"

Just in time, Peter heard him and came back to stand beside Jake, both looking into the back-lit window.

Kayla's eyes were still closed tight and through the open transom light above the window, they could hear her getting more and more excited as she explored deeper into her fantasy of exposing herself completely to 'Peter'. She was half whispering and half panting. They both had to lean forwards to make out what she was saying - her words coming out jerkily in little bursts as she became ever more excited by what she was doing,

"I bet you never thought you'd see me like this when you first met me, did you Peter? You've only ever seen me in all my clothes before, haven't you .... all demure and school-teacher like? .... Now I've taken everything off for you so's you can see as much of me as you want.... all lovely and bared butt naked just for you to enjoy .... I can't tell you how really nervous I feel doing it but .... oh man, it makes me feel so really hot as well. I hope you like me naked as much as I enjoy exposing myself for you! .... Look Peter, you can see my clitty if I open my puss lips up for you like this ..... and oh, Peter, I've got to let you see right into me .... it's just so fucking exciting holding myself open like this .... now you know exactly where I want you to put your beautiful cock!"

Jake could hardly believe what he was hearing and seeing. Here was his beautiful shy wife, normally a demure schoolteacher who would be appalled at the thought of being seen even partly exposed by another man – but now completely nude and in her mind, exposing herself to a virtual stranger and saying things he hadn't dreamed her capable of thinking let alone voicing! Even their fantasizing in bed had never been quite so explicit and although slightly shocked, he found it was also turning him on like never before. He continued to witness his lovely wife's new sexiness and his hand strayed back down to play with his cock.

Kayla pulled her pussy lips well apart and thrust herself forwards the half-open curtains so that she was almost touching the windowsill with her crotch.

"My clit's got all hard and sensitive now Peter, just like I reckon your cock is at the moment! Are you hard and sensitive Peter ....... are you feeling really hot for me? I can see you looking all over my naked body .... it's making me so hot knowing you're getting excited seeing me like this ..... oh god Peter, I really want you to enjoy me and I really want to hold your cock and suck you while you do it!"

Kayla put two fingers into her mouth and simulated taking a cock between her lips.

"Oh Peter, I bet you taste so good .... I can just imagine how lovely that'll feel to you when I do it .... and I am going to do it Peter .... and soon .... oh yes, I can almost feel the soft velvet head of your cock now, right deep in my mouth with my tongue rubbing up and down on that sensitive little bit just below the head!"

Jake had to concentrate in order to stop coming when he heard this. Kayla would give him head but she'd never been particularly keen on it; yet here she was, describing in detail what she wanted to do with someone else's cock in her mouth. As he was considering what he'd heard, Kayla took her fingers from her mouth and reached down to her pussy again, slowly moving backwards as she kept talking,

"I'm going to lie down for you now Peter and I'm going to really open myself up properly with my legs stretched apart so you'll be able to see right into me even better .... just keep watching Peter, while I lie on the floor and open myself up just for you ....Oh Peter please look."

Kayla reached her hands behind her and while continuing to gaze at the darkness outside, she lowered herself down on the soft carpet and lay right back with her feet towards the window. She opened her knees and reached her hands down over her soft flat stomach so that her thumbs pressed down the sides of her pussy, effectively holding herself open again. 

As she did so, she closed her eyes and looked away as if shy; but the remainder of her body lay purposefully exposed and vulnerable for the enjoyment of her two voyeurs. 

Their English friend continued to stare, his moth slightly open in astonishment at the beautiful vision before him. He couldn't believe how erotically she was displaying herself with her pussy held open and her hard nipples standing up from her those beautifully firm young breasts. It took most of his willpower not to jerk himself to orgasm.

For his part, Jake was still finding it difficult to realise that it really was true how his wife had been acting and talking to 'Peter'. She was on open display in front of their new friend, with absolutely nothing hidden. Although he was only touching his cock now without moving his hand up and down it any more, he could feel the beginnings of an orgasm and immediately let go, in order to stop it developing. Just in time he felt the orgasm subside and his cock just stuck out in front of his jeans, twitching slightly. 

He was so excited by the situation that he was almost losing control. He found himself responding to Peter's earlier remark and as he turned to face him, he noticed that Peter also was no longer holding his erect cock but was trying to contain it in his pants as he did up the zipper.

"Sorry to interrupt you Peter but I really wanted you to see Kayla like this." He gestured towards his nude wife who was now rubbing her second finger above her clitoris and occasionally slipping it in and out of her vagina.

Regardless of the sexiness of the vision in their bedroom, Jake had to know what Peter had in mind. He sensed it would be even more erotic than the sight they'd been witnessing and he had to find out. He tore himself away from the vision of his wife's beautiful nudity and taking Peter's arm, nudged him back out of Kayla's earshot.

"What's that you were saying just now Peter - I think you mentioned something about a wicked idea?"

"Well yes, I do have a wicked idea but right now mate, I've got to get home and sort this out, or I'll get no sleep!" He looked down at his crotch by way of indication. Then, as an afterthought he said,

"On the other hand, I think I will tell you about it now but you'll have to come over to my place 'cos Kayla might hear us if we talk here.

"What about Kayla though .... I can't just leave her like this. You've seen how hot she's feeling and it wouldn't be fair!"

"No, of course you can't Jake ..... er .... wait a minute, I have an idea. Go into your place and tell Kayla the camera's gone dead and you've got to get a couple more batteries for it from the store .... that you'll be back in ten to fifteen .... and she's to rehearse what she wants to do the meantime. How about that?"

Jake snorted and then laughed nervously,

"I don't reckon she'll think much of it to be honest .... the fucking batteries ran out the last time we did this too. Don't you remember, I told you about it in one of those e-mails. Anyway, I'll try it and come across to yours in a minute."

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A few minutes later, Jake arrived at Peter's house and said that although Kayla was more disappointed than mad, she was feeling so hot that she'd readily agreed to finish her posing when Jake got back. 

They talked briefly about the events outside Jake's bedroom window. Peter needed Jake to feel confident that what he had in mind over Kayla, wasn't a threat to their marriage. He also had to make sure that Jake was sufficiently excited at the prospect as to overcome his initial worries.

"Going back to what happened just now, you've got to know that it was the most excitingly erotic thing I've seen since I first manipulated that situation I told you about - where Greg was given the private time and place to seduce my wife!"

"Yeah, you did tell me about that; but didn't you ever worry about Mandy getting too keen on Greg and possibly fucking up your marriage?"

Peter realised the conversation was going the way he wanted and here was the chance to reassure Jake. He also felt himself growing hard again at the memory of the first time he saw his own lovely wife impaled and writhing in amazed pleasure on his friend's cock just a few years before.

"No, I didn't really. Greg was married too and he didn't want to fuck up his own marriage, so even if he hadn't been completely trustworthy, we each had the other 'over a barrel' so to speak! In the event, we all trusted one other implicitly and on top of that, both Mandy and Greg developed a very deep affection which remained just that and no more, so there really wasn't a problem - that is, once she and I'd both got over our initial reservations about the situation and Greg over his.

"Honestly Jake, I can't adequately describe to you just how incredibly exciting it is to see a friend slowly seducing your wife in front of you and then slipping his cock into her, where only you've been before!"

His remark had an immediate and obvious effect on Jake, who moved around in his chair and had to adjust the front of his pants. It was clear that he was imagining Peter impaling Kayla.

"You said you had a wicked idea Peter?"

"Yes, I did - and yes, I do have a wicked idea." Peter managed to finish adjusting himself in his pants but a large tell-tale bulge indicated that he hadn't managed to make his cock go down.

"I was thinking Jake, you know how much you love me seeing Kayla naked in photos and how excited I got seeing her together just now when she was completely nude in real life?"

"Oh god Peter, yes .... yes I do!"

"Well, how would you feel if we took it a little further?"

"How do you mean?"

"Well, how would you feel if I were in the room with Kayla alone and tried to seduce her?"

Jake's cock gave a really large twitch at this and realizing how it must look, Jake managed to push it down under the guise of folding his hands in his lap.

"Oh Peter, I don't know. I'd be lying if I said that it wouldn't turn me on unbelievably but .... well, I'm not sure .... I really don't know how I'd feel if she let you play with her body, let alone seduce her."

He looked over at Peter and realised that his new friend was shaking with lust at the possibility of having physical access to his beautiful young wife. Seeing how much the situation was affecting his friend, Jake found he was weakening and was himself beginning to tremble again at the recollection of how much his nude wife had turned Peter on with her nakedness and erotic talk just a few minutes before. He questioned whether he really would mind, or was he was just reacting as a conventional husband who was worried about the survival of his marriage if anything went wrong?

But then again, how many times had he fantasized about another man being able to enjoy the soft naked beauty of his wife? How many times had he imagined another guy slowly moving himself over Kayla's nude body and slowly entering her? How many times had he imagined the look of pleasure that would come over Kayla's lovely face as she gave in to the novel feeling of a new cock slowly working its way into her puss until she was fully impaled? 

Lust won the day.

"But then again, it'd be so fucking sexy to see you enjoying Kayla's body, even if it was only touching and playing with her. I've tried to explain to you how I feel about sharing pictures of her - it's just so bloody erotic, knowing a friend's seen your gorgeous young wife in the nude, even if it's only photos. Now you've seen her in the flesh, and I'm only just beginning to realise that someone else has actually looked at her naked in real life for the first time since we got married. It's just such a turn on that I don't know how to describe it .... but then, let's face it Peter, I really don't have to explain those feelings to you of all people!

"Kayla's always been incredibly shy about anybody seeing her even slightly undressed; but during the last year, she's begun to relax a little bit and there was that time last summer when I even got her to sun-bathe topless on the beach."

"How did you feel about that?" Peter now felt he could pursue what he had in mind. But first, he had to reassure Jake.

"At first I was dead worried; but then I realised she was actually enjoying herself and it wasn't long before I caught her blushing in the knowledge that a young guy a few yards away was eying her up and getting excited by the sight of her bare tits! I was just so proud of her, being able to turn him on like that.

"Then, later on in bed, I got her to admit that it'd turned her on too - so times really are changing; and let's face it Peter, the way she was talking just now has been a real fucking surprise to me. She's obviously hotter under all that schoolteacher/young wife bit, that I'd ever imagined!

"Actually, if I'm going to be honest, I'm half turned on by the thought of someone else enjoying her and part pleased for her that she'd be getting something out of it. Does that sound weird?"

"No Jake, I don't think it does. Initially with Mandy, I'd been worried about all the usual things. You know what I mean: will it fuck us up, will she fall in love with her and so forth. But then when I managed to overcome all my fears and inhibitions and eventually let it happen, I know that the first time was just a fucking amazing turn on seeing my wife writhing around impaled on Greg's cock. Afterwards, when I was eventually sharing Mandy openly with Greg, I almost got more of a kick out of seeing the real physical pleasure and satisfaction she was experiencing from having him moving in and out of her, than I did from my own excitement at the kinkiness of the situation.

"Oh, for a while it was all just erotic in the extreme seeing your wife being mounted by someone else but then, after she'd relaxed and accepted that Greg really liked her a lot and she really liked him, she realised it wasn't a threat to our marriage and even more importantly to her - that I didn't want to fuck other women to equal things up. 

"Then she began to really get into it. She even got over her initial shyness at Greg seeing her body, to the extent that she'd often be the one to slowly undress herself in front of both of us, so we'd be able to enjoy the strip-tease effect - rather like you've just seen Kayla acting.

"She learnt to enjoy the pleasure of pure lustful sex with someone we both trusted; and as I've told you in the past, Greg never breached that trust, however kinky things got - and oh boy, did they get kinky sometimes!"




Kayla and Their Friend Ch. 05



Jake was obviously weakening as he thought of Kayla and his friend in the place of Peter and Mandy.

"Well, even if I did agree to our doing something, how the hell would we get Kayla to go along with it? And Peter, I'm not saying I really could go through with it but if I did ....?"

"I have a good idea Jake and I reckon it might work - but before I try it, let's go back to your place and see if she's still as hot as she was just now."

"What, just watch from outside while Kayla strips and plays with herself?"

"Why not? It was bloody arousing to see your conservative little wife being turned on at the thought of stripping in front of me .... the situation has endless possibilities ....!

"Just to remind you that I can examine her whenever I want Jake, have a look at this. It's one of the photos you sent to me and I made a copy ...." 

Peter opened a drawer in the cabinet beside him and handed over a print from his computer. He knew from previous conversations how much Jake was an ass man and this photo showed Kayla with her back to the camera and leaning forwards slightly, so that the lips of her pussy were pouting between her legs.

"Oh my godfathers, That's just so much of a fucking turn on to know you've got pictures like that of my wife Peter. Oh hell man, will you just look at her. You can understand why I love her ass, can't you?" Jake handed the copy back to his friend.

You sure can Jake. So what do you say - do we go back over tonight and see if we can make it happen or what?"

"I guess we do. Let's see how it goes .... after all, she may never even agree to pose for me again during the time you're here, so let's enjoy what we can!

"But what was the rest of your idea Peter?" 

"Wait until later, it'll all become clear. In the meantime, don't let Kayla know you're back. We've only been five minutes, so we've got time in hand." 

Peter's cryptic response left a question still in Jake's mind as the pair of them walked back down the road to Jake's house.

To be continued ......




Kayla and Their Friend Ch. 06



Sorry for the delay publishing part six but I've been away again.

For those who don't know, Jake and Kayla are real people.

PREVIOUSLY: -  "Oh my godfathers, That's just so much of a fucking turn on to know you've got pictures like that of my wife Peter. Oh hell man, just look at her. You can see why I love her ass, can't you?"

"You sure can Jake. So what do you say - do we go back over tonight or what?"

"I guess we do. Let's see how it goes .... after all, she may never even agree to do it again during the time you're here, so let's enjoy what we can .... but what was the rest of your idea Peter?" 

"Wait until later, it'll all become clear. In the meantime, don't let Kayla know you're back. You've only been five minutes, so we've got time in hand." 

Peter's cryptic response left a question still in Jake's mind as the pair of them walked back down the road to Jake's house.

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When they quietly returned to the yard and looked through the window, there was no sign of Kayla and Jake immediately felt a sense of disappointment. It seemed as if he wouldn't be able to share any further sight of his naked wife with Peter. 

He was about to turn to his friend and say something when Kayla came back into view, tidying her hair with one hand whilst with the other she held a band to tie it up. She was dressed again - now in jeans and a sloppy loose-knit top under which her still hard nipples demonstrated that she was obviously not wearing a bra. 

"Aw shit," he whispered in Peter's ear, "I thought this might happen - she must have got bored waiting and gone off the idea. I told you we were away too long".

"Yeah, I know what you mean Jake; but don't be fooled mate. We both know what women are like and believe me man, they don't calm down half as quickly as we do when they're feeling horny. I reckon she may have got bored waiting but my guess is she'll still be feeling as hot as fuck!" 

Peter chuckled quietly to himself and added, "No pun intended of course!" 

He thought for a minute; and then turned back to Jake and whispered in his ear,

"Can't you ring her and make some excuse not to be back for an hour or so?"

Even in the semi-darkness, he could see a look of resigned defeatism on Jake's face.

"For fuck's sake man, if you think I could get away with that while she's in the condition you think she is .... well, I'd be dead meat before I finished explaining!"

"Why don't you say you've broken down on the way back from getting the batteries .... that would fit .... aw come on Jake - I've just had an idea and I want to see if it'll work."

"Man, there's no way she's going to believe me taking any longer Peter," he replied emphatically, "She was already annoyed enough when I had to go out for batteries in the first place and I just don't ...."

Peter looked at him in exasperation and with not a little impatience, he whispered back harshly,

"Jake .... for fuck's sake get real man! Look at it like this – we already know she's feeling more than a little hot .... yeah? We also know she'll have been getting even hotter, knowing that you were outside the window with a camera, perving by arrangement .... yeah? Surely then, she must realise you're feeling bloody horny yourself as well - so is it really likely she's going to think you're putting her on when you say you've broken down?"

Peter looked with exaggerated sympathy at Jake, his head leaning questioningly to one side 

"Now come on mate .... Is she really?"

Warming to his task, he continued assertively, "Just ring Kayla and tell her you'll be stuck for at least an hour or so .... er that's allowing enough time for the breakdown company to first of all get there, then 'hopefully' fix the problem. You know the sort of thing - tell her they can't get to you in under an hour; and although you're not really all that far away, you obviously can't abandon the car and get a taxi home while you're waiting. So, allowing maybe half an hour or so to sort things after they get there, tell her it could well be an hour and a half to two hours before you can get back. In the meantime, tell her to keep things on hold and not to go to bed!"

Peter looked at his friend and saw him beginning to waver - so he pressed on, his next remark designed solely to massage Jake's fantasy,

"While you're 'out with your breakdown' I could just happen to call around at your place shortly after and we already know she's receptive to my being there when she's on her own. Then, if what I've got in mind works ....." 

He didn't elaborate further. He just let his words encourage Jake's fantasy to expand into the unknown. He waited a minute or so for the suggestion to sink in; and just as Jake opened his mouth to argue, he quickly continued,

"Look, if you do the phone call thing now, I'll just go home and change, then come back to knock on your front door and ask her if you're in. It'll take me about ten minutes to get ready, which'll give me at least an hour or so – possibly an hour and a half - before she expects you to get home; and while I'm doing that, you get back to the window so's you'll be able to witness first hand what I have in mind ...."

Jake thought for a minute and tried to reason it out; but lustful fantasy eventually won. He quietly slipped back through the gate and into the road; and walking a few yards further down until he was out of sight and sound of his house, Jake dialled up Kayla on his mobile and began to explain.

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Just over ten minutes later Peter walked up to Jake's front door and rang the bell. In one hand he carried a bottle of wine and in the other, a small pastry box, both of which he'd collected from his kitchen 'fridge.

A few seconds later Kayla appeared at the door and seeing it was Peter, immediately dropped the scowl and smiled broadly at their friend. He noticed her top was almost see-through thin and that her nipples were still prominently displaying a heightened excitement from earlier. Her breathing seemed to quicken as she stood at the door and a flush began to creep up her neck.

"Why Peter, how lovely to see you - I was just thinking about you .... and well, here you are. Er, wow .... is that auto-suggestion or what!" 

Peter smiled inwardly, knowing exactly what she'd been fantasising about earlier!

She leaned forward to give him a welcoming hug and kiss on the cheek but knowing how hot she'd been feeling a little while before, Peter took advantage of her mood by drawing her up in his arms and hugging her a little more tightly than normal. He lowered his head and instead of just butterfly kissing her on each cheek, he appeared to misjudge which way her face would lean and his lips managed to make contact with her mouth. She didn't avoid him. The kiss was relatively brief – five or six seconds - but long and significant enough to register perhaps just a little more intensity on both sides than would usually be expected in a platonic welcome.

Drawing back slightly but still retaining a loose hold, he looked down into her eyes and then, with a wry smile and an exaggerated sigh of resignation, he reluctantly let go of her. His face broadened into an innocent grin.

"Oh Kayla .... I'm so sorry! What on earth was I thinking about - I'm really sorry .... but you look just so adorable in that get-up, I couldn't resist taking slight advantage of our friendship!" 

He continued smiling at her and the look in his eyes was purposefully lustful as he quickly went on to explain his presence, not giving her an opportunity to comment.

"I actually came around on the off-chance that you guys might be at home this evening and perhaps in the mood to share a bottle of this Chablis I've got. He held the bottle up in support of what he said and went on,

"It's chilled to perfection and must apparently be enjoyed with these blinis and this miniscule tub of pretend caviar I bought from that deli' in Town." 

He held up his other hand and went on, "They should be accompanied by champagne really - but well, they hadn't got any of the decent stuff there, so I got the next best thing. Now, where's that Jake?"

At first Kayla found herself surprisingly flustered by what had just happened and her equilibrium went off balance; but she quickly recovered and stood back to welcome him in. The flush continued to rise up her neck and lest he should notice her condition, she moved behind the open door before eventually closing it after his entry and asking him to lead the way through.

"I'm afraid Jake's out at the moment Peter. He went off to get something from the Mall and the stupid sod's had a break-down. I really don't know why we hang onto that car. Anyway, he's waiting for the repair people to come fix it for him and he rang just now to tell me he probably won't be back for at least .... erm ... an hour and a half .... er .... at best, or ..... even two hours or so."

There was a significant pause before she qualified the situation, almost as if to reassure him, "and that was only about ten minutes ago, so he'll be a while yet."

"Mind you," she went on conspiratorially, "If he can't be bothered to stay in with his wife on a Saturday evening, then he won't know he's lost out on wine and caviar if we just sit down and demolish the lot before he gets back, will he! Grab yourself a seat. I'll get some plates and things."

She smiled enthusiastically and went off to the kitchen. Peter walked into their living room but instead of sitting down, he purposely remained standing in front of the long sofa which fronted their central fireplace. He wanted to see where Kayla would sit before he settled down to best advantage. No point making things hard for himself by letting her sit too far away from him!

He knew Kayla was a conventional teacher who normally behaved in line with the expectations of her profession. Jake had told him that despite being the obvious lust subject of certain male staff members and many fathers alike, she'd always smilingly deflected most attempts at seduction. However, Jake had also confided that she'd occasionally played up to their growing bedroom fantasies of late and 'accidentally' given tantalizing glimpses between open legs as she carelessly shifted position on a bar stool; or perhaps taken the excuse of innocently leaning forward in appreciative laughter at a particular favourite's joke, in order to offer brief sight of her unfettered breasts over the top of a loose shirt. But such behaviour was not the norm for her. 

Oh no; in most eyes she was normally the polite and conservatively dressed young teacher wife who took her life seriously and was good at her job. So which way was she going to behave tonight?

Peter looked towards the window and checked there was a sufficient gap between the curtains for Jake to see the sofa and witness whatever followed. The window itself was partly open, so he'd be able to hear as well. Perfect! Except he could see no sign yet of his friend. 

He turned to examine his reflection in the mirror above the fireplace and thought to himself that for a man in his sixties, he really wasn't wearing too badly at all and if only he ..... 

Peter's thoughts were interrupted by Kayla's return and in response to her waved direction, he had little option but to sit where she indicated in the corner of the sofa. He was delighted however, when she sat down in the middle – it was on his right side and despite the sofa's size, was quite close enough for what he had in mind. 

Surprised, he noted that she'd changed whilst out of the room.

Her sloppy top had been replaced by a high-necked thin white blouse with the top two buttons undone. Her jeans had also gone and in their stead, she was wearing a long flower-print cotton cheongsam. It had three large buttons running from the low waist to a long open slit at the front which began midway up her thighs and descended to just above her ankles. She had nothing on her feet.

Peter's heart quickened and he felt an immediate movement in his jeans as his cock began to wake at the vision. Apart from a different pattern to the skirt and the slightly different cut of Kayla's blouse, the outfit being worn by his hostess was in all other ways virtually a replica of the clothes his own wife had been wearing one evening a few years back. 

One of his employees had become a good friend over time and often when both were out for a beer, he'd remarked about how beautiful Peter's wife was and how much he envied Peter going home to her every night. Eventually, in a lustful indulgence of his own long-term fantasy to see his wife Mandy being seduced by another guy - and after considerable alcohol had gone down both throats, he'd pulled out his wallet to pay for a round and 'accidentally' dropped a photo of his nude wife where Greg couldn't fail to see it. The next drink led to many more and eventually Peter had been 'reluctantly' persuaded to let his employee see a selection of similar pictures. Greg had been really turned on at the sight of his employer's conservative wife in the nude and had enthused even more about how lucky Peter was to sleep with her every night. Some months later, Peter had given his unknowing employee the time and opportunity to try it on with his wife while he was purportedly 'out' for the evening; whereas he was in fact, witnessing events from outside their house! 

Now Kayla was wearing almost identical clothing as Mandy on that occasion and the sight created a flash-back in Peter's mind which became almost real-time. All the detail of Greg's initially nervous but eventually successful seduction of his sexy wife came back to him – he'd witnessed everything that happened through a partially curtained open window that late summer evening and the recall caused him to get really excited. Now here he was - in the sole company of someone else's wife, with both the window and curtains partly open for her husband's viewing pleasure! 

He looked at his hostess and not for the first time, thought how very beautiful she was. His gaze crept slowly down her body and as he lowered his eyes, he saw part of her naked breasts through a gap between the shirt buttons. Although he had earlier seen Kayla completely bared for the camera, the fact that her nipples were just hidden from him by the thin cotton covering, somehow made the vision almost more arousing than her earlier complete nudity. He noticed her flush deepen - a sure sign of arousal. 

Kayla herself was not only aroused but was also feeling incredibly nervous. She'd become unusually excited during her earlier performance for Jake's camera and was aware that she may have some explaining to do later when her husband asked about the major role their friend seemed to have played in her latest fantasy. Not only was she a little nervous as to how she'd explain herself but she also had a feeling that somehow Peter seemed to sense her growing attraction to him. Yet thinking further about it, how could he possibly know? 

Either way, the coincidence of his arrival so soon afterwards had done little other than heighten her earlier excitement and now she felt an amazing sense of recklessness. For a moment she busied herself with setting things out on a low coffee table and then as if a difficult thought had just entered her mind, she suddenly stopped what she was doing and sat back - her eyes continuing to focus on the table arrangements. 

It was at this moment that Jake crept back into their yard outside the window and seeing that both his wife and his friend were seemingly involved in innocent conversation, he didn't bother moving too close in case his wife should look over towards the window and possibly see him looking in - there'd be plenty of time to get closer when she became too occupied later to notice any sign of his presence!

Kayla continued gazing down at the glass-topped coffee table for a moment or two with her hands resting on the sofa. In that position, her shirt was drawn tightly across her breasts so that the outlines of two very aroused nipples were excitingly prominent. Peter saw the sexy sight and took the opportunity of her interest in the table to have a good look. He just managed to adjust the crotch of his jeans, before she shyly turned back towards him,

"Can I ask you something rather personal Peter?" 

As she spoke, she noticed where he'd been looking and went into full blush mode. 

"Personal?" queried her guest, a little surprised.

"Um, yes." Her reply was drawn out, as if unsurely given - almost as if she suddenly regretted opening this line of conversation. Then she continued in a quiet voice, seeming reluctant to go on, her hands trembling slightly as she reached forward to pick up a glass. 

"Yes .... very personal actually .... in fact, I'm not really sure I should be asking you this .... but .... I, er ...." She broke off and looked helplessly into his eyes. She was now blushing furiously.

Peter responded,

"Well, I can't really tell unless I know what you're talking about Kayla honey, so let's see - is your question personal to you or is it personal to me?"

There was a silence as Kayla put down the glass she'd been about to fill. It rattled slightly as she settled it on the glass surface.

"I suppose it's personal to both of us really ..." she replied with a nervous giggle, "but to me mostly I guess .... er .... No, it's no good. Sorry Peter, I don't think I can do this after all." 

She said nothing more but occupied herself with the glass again, which she part filled with wine and passed to him. She then reached for the plates and knives, in an effort to divert attention from the subject she'd raised. She set both down in front of them and then reached for her own glass and took a sip.

After a moment, Peter quietly assured her, "Well of course you can Kayla. It's not as if we haven't become very good friends during the last weeks is it?" He felt it necessary to qualify his response, "Er .... you know .... the three of us."

"Peter ...." she appeared to have made up her mind and the sharp emphasis on his name surprised him slightly. Was she going to complain about his earlier behaviour at the front door? She went on, 

"Have you seen any photographs of me?"

Peter was completely thrown by both the content and directness of her question. For a moment, had no idea what to say. Then he rallied and came back with,

"Well, yes of course - quite a few actually. I took some photos of the three of us on that beach picnic last week and although I haven't shown the results to you yet, I've seen them myself and I have to say that you really looked pretty damned sexy in that little bikini and as for old Jakey boy, he had a ..."

Impatiently, Kayla interrupted him.

"Not those pictures Peter .... or even any others like them." 

There was a strained silence and Kayla had an air of concentration before she eventually looked away from her guest in embarrassment. Suddenly, she turned back and continued in a rush,

"I'm talking about any photos of me without clothes on!" 

Outside, Jake shared a shocked moment with his friend in the living room. Both suddenly felt nervous about what was to follow.

With the question now out, Kayla seemed to have overcome her hesitation and with regained confidence, she expanded,

"Jake's taken some photos of me on various occasions in a number of different poses and erm .... in a number of different states of dress and .... er .... well, how should I put it ... er .... un-dress! I think they can only be described as 'bedroom' photos if you know what I mean. You've been married yourself Peter, so I guess you'll know exactly the kind of pictures I'm on about." 

She looked directly at him, her stare now unflinching as she determinedly went on,

"Anyway, for some reason, I think you may have seen some of them .... so, have you?"




Kayla and Their Friend Ch. 06



Peter thought for a minute. He adopted a surprised look in order to explain away the delay while he deliberated. He realised that it really must be 'in for a penny, in for a pound' now and he obviously had to take a stand one way or the other. 

On the one hand, his cause would benefit little by denying it and he thought discussion of a 'yes' answer could quite possibly lead to other things - particularly if she was still feeling as horny as she'd so obviously been earlier. It was more than possible that knowledge of his having actually seen a picture of her naked could well excite her - even if it were only to be for the duration of her present mood. And if she discovered the actual extent of pictures he'd seen .... well, that could be a real bonus, because once she became aware, it might just make her feel even hornier, particularly if she was still in that exhibitionist mood he'd witnessed earlier! 

One thing was for sure, he had a serious advantage in knowing what had been going through her mind when he'd watched and listened through the bedroom window. Whilst she knew her husband had been watching, she'd have had no idea that their friend was also avidly witnessing her amazingly erotic display - let alone that he'd been very aroused by each word of her expanding fantasy about him. 

So yes, a positive answer could be to both his and Jake's advantage - if it went well.

On the other hand, if things didn't go too well, he might instigate a serious problem between Jake and Kayla; and he didn't want that. How could he, let alone Jake, be able to explain away how he'd seen any nude pictures of her at all? If she thought Jake had volunteered them, she might be livid; and given the nature of their friendship, there was no scenario that he could immediately identify by which either he or Jake could possibly devise a credible accidental sighting.

"Well?" said Kayla, quietly but positive.

He determined which way he was going; but knew that in giving the answer he'd selected, there was still a possibility he might land Jake in trouble. It was a gamble indeed; but he had a feeling it was the right one. If not, well he'd just have to talk his way into a believable explanation.

"Yes." He finally asserted.

Kayla looked at her guest in silence, the sides of her mouth trembling slightly and an earlier gentle flush now spreading all over her face. He could hear the ticking of a clock somewhere and still looking at her, he crossed one leg over the other. The sound of his movement seemed unusually loud and peace reigned again until eventually, she timidly broke the silence,

"Oh! 

Somehow the delayed and somewhat weak response seemed completely inadequate. 

"I see!" She emphasised the second word; but accompanied it with the merest facial movement which was almost - could he believe it - almost a wry acceptance?

She raised the glass of wine to her lips, a tremble to her hand - not enough to spill the drink but enough that she seemed more nervous than angry. He must have made the right decision. 

"Which did you see?" 

Controlling himself from immediate response, Peter realised that her structured question could be read as embracing either one, or a number of pictures. He'd have to be careful how he answered.

"I saw one with you turned away from the camera and looking over your shoulder at the lens." 

He thought the response sufficient to be read as indicating he'd seen only one photo and he expanded with a degree of recklessness,

"You looked so amazing in that picture Kayla, it really got me going. Perhaps I'm out of order in saying this but I have to tell you that I think you've got the most gorgeous figure I've seen. When you were standing naked in front of the mirror like that, I could see both the front and back of you captured on film and it felt like every intimate part of your beautiful body had been bared just for me to enjoy. I really can't begin to tell you how exciting it was to see you totally nude. It made me incredibly horny!" 

Peter was aware of a further hardening in his jeans, brought about by a combination recalling her exciting nakedness and expansion of his confession. He'd found it exhilarating to speak in such detail to her and felt slightly breathless, rather like the first time he'd slipped his hand slowly around the shoulder of a girl in the cinema when a young teenager - his spreading fingers creeping slowly down to her breast and eventually, with bated breath, taking it in his hand for the first time and feeling the hardness of the youthful nipple thrusting against his palm. And here he was years later, in his sixties and experiencing exactly the same thrill of anticipation that comes from experimenting with a new person. 

He noted the effect his admission was having on Kayla. Her breathing had perceptibly quickened and she was now blushing even more furiously. 

For her part, Kayla was beginning to find the conversation excitingly erotic and although still overcome with embarrassment, she couldn't resist the temptation to keep it going, rather than draw an end to it.

"Oh my god, I don't know what to say Peter! I think I should perhaps ...."

"Can you imagine what it felt like to see you so naked and vulnerable?" Peter interrupted her, 

"I mean, I hardly knew you then and the only impression of you was a tidily dressed school-teacher with an air of confident authority about you. And then, to be confronted by a vision of you completely nude, with those beautiful breasts thrusting out sideways in the mirror reflection, gorgeous hard nipples inviting my mouth to gently suck on them, I .... well, I just couldn't believe how lucky I was! And, by the way, that wasn't all. When I looked properly at the photo, taken from behind you like that, I wanted to reach out and hold that amazing ass of yours and slide my hands around between your ...."

"Stop it Peter! I'm finding this difficult enough as it is, without you making me feel even more embarrassed!" She appeared to think further for a long moment or two. Then she went on with trembling breath,

"Did you .... erm .... did you see all the other pictures as well?"

Her second direct question really did throw Peter this time and he was unsure quite how to answer. So far she hadn't even asked how he'd come to see the one photo he'd described to her. But somehow, he felt it best to come out with a positive answer and leave the explanation of 'how' to a later date. 

He answered slowly, drawing out his reply and watching her face to gauge her reaction,

"Er .... yes, to be quite honest I saw quite a few pictures of you actually .... in different poses. You were partially dressed in some and completely naked in others. They were ... well, some of them really were incredibly revealing and I got so aroused by the sight of you squatting in one of them with your lovely thighs wide apart and spread open for the camera .... oh God Kayla, when I saw that one I didn't know where to put myself I got so horny. And being quite frank, I still don't know where to put myself, particularly now when you're sitting in front of me fully dressed and I think back on how gorgeously sexy you look with nothing on ....!" 

Her whole body seemed to twitch slightly at the final part of his confession and he noticed her glance down at his crotch. She almost panted out her response,

"Ohmigod Peter, I see what you mean! I .... er, I really don't know what to say. It's so embarrassing, I'm really not quite sure where we go from here!"

Peter watched her reach for a wine glass and take a deep drink from it. She choked slightly; but after coughing to clear her throat, she sat back on the sofa and stared unblingking, straight at him. 

With that look, he sensed the beginning of a different ball game and uneasiness suddenly overtook his earlier sexual confidence. She'd obviously got over the immediate shock of his revelations and now appeared both increasingly assured and increasingly positive. But he also thought she looked increasingly horny.

He tried to look away but found it difficult in the face of such a direct stare. She seemed more determined now and although her blush remained, she was obviously taking charge of where things went from here. She cleared her throat again, this time with confidence, and it seemed she had come to some kind of decision,

"Look, I know we're only friends. But I'd say we're pretty good friends after the last few weeks - wouldn't you agree Peter?"

"Yeah .... I guess we are at that." he agreed haltingly. 

There was further silence during which he sat on his end of the sofa looking helpless. The ensuing peace reigned for a full minute, during which he became increasingly uncomfortable with the situation. He was completely fazed by this swift change of control; but she on the other hand, looked increasingly confident as she continued, now with a wide smile, 

"Well Peter, I'm of the opinion that what's good for the goose, is good for the gander!"

He looked at her mystified, before tentatively asking,

"How do you mean exactly, when you say what's good for the goose is good for the gander?"

She chuckled and then went on - nervous but determined,

"I mean my dear friend, exactly that. By your own confession, it seems you've seen every intimate part of me completely bared to your close examination and if I'm to be completely honest, I found your revelations have made me feel bloody horny for some reason! However, what I'm really saying I guess, is that it hardly seems fair you should have seen me so immodestly presented for the camera, if I'm not to enjoy a return pleasure!" This last bit came out in a rush.

With a vague dawning of what was on her mind, Peter almost choked on the mouthful of wine he'd just taken. Ignoring his plight and undeterred, she went on purposefully,

"Jake's out for at least another hour and a half getting our car fixed and I reckon that'll give us more than enough time to level this situation!" 

There was nothing indefinite about what she said. On the contrary, she didn't say, 'that could give us enough time ...' but 'that will give us enough time!' 

She looked at him challengingly but he still hadn't grasped exactly what she meant - or if he had, he hadn't believed it.

"What exactly are you suggesting Kayla?" he querulously asked,

"Merely that I think it'd be fair if we even up the situation. You get to do a lovely slow strip-tease in front of me before Jake gets back - and that means that this time it'll be me who gets to see all your intimate parts! The sole difference will be that whilst you've only seen photos of me naked, I'll get to see the real thing .... and .... well, I think I might even take some photographs of my own! Or do you feel you've got something to hide?"

Peter thought for a moment. He found this latest development intriguing and despite his nervousness, was pragmatic enough to identify it as a route to fulfill his ambition. He wasn't quite sure though about Kayla's suggestion – it seemed more than outrageous. But then again, it was really quite a turn-on to think of gradually baring himself to his lovely hostess and perhaps even being photographed. Now that would be novel – it was usually the girl being photographed by him! So, if something didn't happen once he stood naked before her, well ... there was something wrong. Eventually, he responded,

"No, I'm not ashamed of anything I've got, except perhaps my ever-expanding waistline! But let's face it, this does seem a bit of a strange request from someone so wonderful and young, when I'm just an ageing git in his sixties .... and yes Kayla, even if I do still get incredibly horny over somebody as lovely as you! 

"I'm not quite sure how to take this to be honest. A few minutes ago we were about to have some wine and nibbles and now we seem to have got ourselves into what could only be called a sexual situation. Don't get me wrong, I'm not really objecting but I have to ask – are you really serious?"

Her answer was immediate and unequivocal,

"I most certainly am Peter. Look, I don't know what's been going on here that you got to see photos of me but I do know that Jake and I have occasionally .... erm, fantasized about things in the bedroom and as you obviously know, he's taken quite a lot of nude pictures of me. It's my guess the horny sod has shared some, if not all of them with you and now we find ourselves in this position. So, are you going to give me the thrill for a change, or shall we go back to the wine & blinis and I'll just tear the shit out of Jake when he gets back?

Peter looked at her and realised she meant what she'd said. It was an amazing transformation – from a somewhat nervous beginning, his hostess was now the one being sexually aggressive and although it really turned him on, he still had a sense of complete unreality. It was one thing to enjoy seeing Kayla naked in photos and even to witness her amazingly erotic display in their bedroom earlier; but to do a strip tease in front of her, at his age, and in cold blood? Wow!

He was aware of a flush on his own face this time. He turned back to address the suggestion.

"How do you expect me to do this Kayla .... that is of course, if I decide to go along with your amazing plan? And what if Jake gets back in the middle of it - how would either of us explain me being naked in your living room? And hell, I don't know how to take all this; after all, it's not as though we've either of us showed any interest in the other before."

"Oh yeah?" said Kayla, "And what exactly would you say that hug and kiss at the front door was all about a few weeks back? To say nothing of the lovely warm greeting I got just now when you arrived? I reckon both those little incidents were pretty indicative of something a tiny bit more than just platonic friendship, don't you? And in answer to your question, how about we just do this in the old-fashioned way, I'll put on some music and you start slowly stripping?"

She got up from the sofa and went over to put on some appropriate music. She continued talking,

"As for Jake, he's not likely to come back in the near future and even if he did, I don't think he could say much. Anyway, I reckon this was all his doing because if he didn't actually offer to show you those photos in the first place, then I'm the president of the good old US of A! So dear Peter, I'm sure you'll agree that if it hadn't been for him, this would never have been happening in the first place!"

Peter was becoming aware of an extreme discomfort in his jeans. The situation was beginning to seriously turn him on and as he plotted out how he could deal with it, he noticed a slight twitch at the open drape and gained a brief sight of Jake's face in the darkness of the yard. So he was watching now! Perhaps it was time now to grasp the bull by the horns and get on with it .... take control back and make sure Jake got a clear view of every move.

He turned towards Kayla. Taking her hand in his, he slowly drew her into a close embrace and began to dance with her. She didn't resist and indeed, looked up at him with a warm smile.

"You know something Peter? You may not perhaps be the youngest of our friends but I've always had this thing about the older man - and I've got to tell you that I really do find you pretty darned attractive."

She lifted up on her toes and kissed him full on the lips. 

For a moment he resisted the advance but then tentatively opened his mouth and finding her do the same, he thrust his tongue deeply in and they began to savour each other. Both were breathing faster and one of Peter's hands gently lifted from her waist to smooth over the tops of her breasts on the outside of her top. She did nothing to stop him.

For a moment he revelled in the wonderful feel of them, their gorgeously soft flesh trembling sexily beneath his caress. He brought his fingers together and slowly fondled a nipple, tweaking gently at its tip and marvelling at the way it hardened to his touch beneath the silky thin shirt. She gave a little gasp and gently pushed her chest against his hand.

Outside the window, and despite what he and Peter had plotted earlier, Jake couldn't believe he was finally witnessing a seduction of his lovely wife. He was taken completely by surprise when they kissed and whilst feeling a sudden stab of dismay at her obviously finding another man so attractive, he couldn't deny this was all happening as a direct result of his own erotic fantasies - and it turned him on. 

He felt strangely detached in one sense - he'd enthusiastically shown photos of his naked wife to Peter and had been really excited by the way her body had so obviously aroused his friend. Yet somehow, that was all rather different. He felt distant almost, an audience to another person's illustration of a fantasy. 

Here though, was his friend - not just looking at revealing photos this time but actually fondling in the flesh, what he'd only viewed images of before. Even more, he was openly exploring intimacies which only Jake had previously enjoyed and he was doing it in the knowledge that whilst her husband might well be watching, that same husband would be unable now to stop events without declaring his role to Kayla. It was the most erotic scenario to which Jake had yet been witness and despite continuing misgivings and worries, it was making him more excited than he could ever remember.

He undid the zip on his jeans and reaching inside, pulled his erect cock from his boxers. He was really hard and taking the length in his hand, he began to move it slowly up and down while he whispered quietly to himself, his mind encouraging Peter to do things to his wife.

"That's it Peter, play with those beautiful breasts .... go on, take her shirt off and get proper access to her ..... you can see and feel her in the flesh now. I want you to fondle Kayla. This isn't a photo now Peter, it's Kayla ready for you .... oh please go on, don't hold back .... just reach down and suck those gorgeous hard nipples .... I want her to feel someone else's hands and mouth on her breasts .... oh go on Peter, please enjoy my beautiful sexy wife!"

He looked closely through the window and became even more excited as Peter's fingers reached down to the hem of Kayla's blouse and carefully began to lift it upwards. But friction against her back held it down and his friend reached around her waist to slowly raise it from the sides until the bottom of her breasts were nearly bared by the lifting silky top. 

He was fascinated to discover how teasingly slowly Peter was taking things and for a moment felt disappointed when Peter stopped lifting the shirt just as her breasts were nearly in view. But then the hands slid around to the front of her tummy and after gently rubbing it with their backs, they moved under her shirt as Peter turned them to take each of the lovely orbs in his open hands. 

Jake's excitement reached fever pitch – he was watching another man feel his lovely young bride's naked breasts for the first time. As he began to accept the reality of the situation, the outline of Peter's fingers showed him that they were slowly, gently, sexily caressing and exploring. Even with the shirt still hiding them from sight, Jake could visualize what was happening and remembering how much Peter had enthused about Kayla's bared breasts in the photos he'd seen. He realised that Peter was now fulfilling his fantasy - in effect, for the benefit of all three of them. 

For the next few minutes he watched his friend revel in the feel of their firm soft contours - slowly squeezing the softness of them, his fingers spread out to hold each delicious swelling in his palms before sliding outwards to pull at her nipples and roll them between the tips of his fingers. 

He heard Kayla moan softly as Peter's head lowered down to take one between his lips and suck gently on it through the material. The shirt top became wet and as he heard his wife's little cries of pleasure, her now erect nipple pushed hard against the material when Peter pulled away to tease at the other one.




Kayla and Their Friend Ch. 06



Back inside, and although she had instigated the kiss, Kayla was nonetheless surprised at herself. How easily she'd responded to Peter's touch as their tongues duelled together and how easily she'd allowed him access to explore her breasts without any attempt to stop him. His hands seemed to be everywhere and the touch of his finger tips on her nipples was driving her into a state of uncontrolled pleasure. 

She fleetingly wondered what Jake would think if he knew she was actually beginning to realise her fantasy. Would he object, or would it really turn him on? She hoped it would be the latter - but she also wanted the comfort of knowing he would be jealous of how easily Peter had managed to excite his wife so quickly. Or had he? After all, she'd been pretty hot anyway as a result of earlier playing out her fantasy to Jake (and him)outside their window .... let's see now .... how long ago was it? No, it couldn't be only just over an hour ago - surely? But yes, it must have been. No wonder she'd succumbed so easily just now - she was still very much in the mood!

Wonderful as it was experiencing Peter's first fondling of her breasts, she needed to somehow regain her initiative; so she reluctantly pulled back from his caresses and drew down her shirt hem against those insistent hands.

"Hey mister – that's not the way it's meant to happen. You're supposed to be the one stripping in front of me! And another thing, nobody said anything about playing with the audience beforehand! Just you get stripping mister, there's a lot of you I've been dying to see!"

That's a turn-up, thought Peter to himself, she must have been thinking about him sexually for some time ... 'a lot of him she'd been dying to see' indeed! 

"Well I guess I'm going to need some help here," Peter responded, "I don't really think a guy can just strip like a girl in a pole-dancing bar! How's about we both dance to the music and you help me take off whatever and whenever it takes your fancy"

"OK then. Just so long as we both realise this is going to be a Kayla fully-dressed situation and not me behaving like some stripper in a club!"

"You fully dressed?" Peter asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Yep! And you're sure gonna be the one who's nekkid this time mister!" She put on a Southern accent and smiled at him with a dirty laugh. She pulled away and went over to start an appropriate number on the sound system. 

"Come on Peter, let's get to it, or Jake'll be back home before we know it!"

Outside, Jake was disappointed that Kayla seemed to have stopped Peter's exploration of her body. He really wanted to watch his friend seduce his lovely young schoolteacher bride - or at least, his lust did. In his mind Jake was still torn between the deeply erotic thought of Peter exploring his wife and his fear of an almost uncontrollable jealousy if Peter should eventually slip his cock into Kayla and she should .... Oh hell - would she really wrap her legs around his back to push his cock deeper inside, like she did with him? . 

Did he really want that? Could he handle the uncertainty of what it might do to their marriage? If he really thought he couldn't handle it, how could he possibly stop things happening at this late stage, without incurring Kayla's wrath at how he, Jake, had actually contrived this very situation?

The change in emphasis from his wife's body to the likelihood of Peter stripping himself naked served as somewhat of an anti-climax. He wasn't even remotely turned on by sight of nude men and despite the thought of his wife being likely to appreciate the sight herself, it did little to encourage his libido. He felt his erection subsiding and in this quickly developing mood of frustration, reality suggested it might be a mistake to allow things to continue. In fact, on reflection, he should try to interrupt proceedings without losing face in front of either his wife or his friend - for if he opened the lid of the lamp by allowing things to continue, he realised he'd never be able to put the genie back in.

As he deliberated, he glanced back through the window again and to his amazement, saw that Kayla was now standing well back from Peter and despite her earlier remarks about not stripping, seemed to be undoing the top buttons of her thin white top. Presumably she'd changed her mind about Peter being the only one to disrobe, or maybe she was doing this in an effort to encourage their friend. Either way, Jake's reaction was immediate and his prick began to stir once more against the confines of his jeans.

It seemed his wife was acting almost as she had a few weeks back when he'd got their camera out to record her strip for posterity; and indeed, the same way she'd been acting only a short while ago in their bedroom. The only difference was that this time he wasn't in the room to record the event and this time, it was being done in the flesh for somebody else - and this time it was no fantasy, it was really happening! 

The thought turned him on incredibly and he moved closer to the window. 

With a sly grin Kayla undid each of the fastenings in turn with slow deliberation - until the last button came undone. Her top eventually swished far enough apart to allow both Jake and Peter to see most of her front bared from neck to waist. A blush was spreading in the valley between the swell of her breasts; and the open flaps of the top were only just managing to protect her nipples from sight. Then, smiling wickedly with the knowledge of exactly what she was doing, Kayla began to sway from side to side in time with the music - not too vigorously, but just enough that the ends of her breasts were almost uncovered by each erotically teasing movement, enticingly offering suggestion of further sights hidden behind.

Jake hardened up once more and his renewed interest brought him even closer to the open window, where he could see and hear better. His wife tilted her head to one side and gave their friend a challenging grin,

"Come on now Peter .... I've started things off. It's your turn this time - or don't you want to see any more of the real me?" The dark outlines of two very hardened nipples thrust against the flanking shirt flaps, giving incontrovertible evidence of her sexual heat. 

Outside, Jake watched her latest initiative with the fascination of a rabbit in headlights. Her actions proved there could no longer be any misunderstanding of her intention and with a growing thrill, he realised that short of bursting into the room protesting outrage, there was nothing whatsoever he could do now to stop the scenario being acted out to its inevitable end. Perversely, recognition of his powerlessness served only to dismiss any remaining doubts he may have had. In mounting excitement, he leaned forward to savour every sexy sound and sight to come.

Peter slowly undid the buttons to his shirt as he opened it up, he pulled the bottom out of his pants, reaching his arms behind to draw the shirt down from his shoulders. He dropped it to the floor and stood smiling uncertainly. His torso was now bared to Kayla's eyes - a fine blanket of greying hair evident between the muscled chest. He seemed unable to take the next step and stood with his hands at his sides.

She looked at him appreciatively and said clearly in a quiet husky voice,

"Nice abs Peter .... I reckon you've got little to be ashamed of!" 

With a slow movement, she advanced towards him and ordered in a growingly confident tone,

"I've taken the initiative for you - now you take the next step and come here Peter. I need to see more of you than just your chest; but if you're going to be bashful about it, I'll just have to give you a hand with the rest of those clothes of yours."

In turn, he moved towards her and smiled; but before he could put his arms around her waist to draw them together, Kayla leant down and took one of his nipples into her mouth.

Her tongue swirled around the end and suckled. It immediately hardened under her touch. He couldn't control a quiet moan at the almost electric shock of her caress and his cock twitched in reaction. He reached down to ease the growing discomfort but found Kayla's fingers had got there first and were working at his zipper. Gripping the metal tag, she pulled very slowly downwards and the pressure released as the two sides fell loose.

But then, to his frustration, she just left the zipper open and moved her hands away. He was about to say something when she reached up and in one deft action, removed her own top. She dropped it to the growing pile on the floor and he had a fleeting sight of her bared breasts before she leaned forward to put her arms around his waist and pull their now naked chests together. The hardness of her aroused nipples pushed against him and he felt his cock trying to find a way out of his boxers.

"I thought you said I was going to be the only one to strip," he murmured with a smile and looked down at her face.

"Well things can change." She lowered her mouth to suckle at his other nipple, which elicited a further moan from Peter.

Outside, Jake watched what was occurring. All his earlier doubts had been cast aside by the eroticism of the clear view just a few feet in front of him - his semi-naked young love willingly in the arms of a semi-naked man other than himself. He watched Peter lift her face up to his lips and saw that one of his wife's breasts was swelling out from their embrace, its aroused dark nipple pressing hard against the side of Peter's chest. The sight of such intimacy almost made him come without touching himself - oh hell, this was just so unbelievable. His gorgeous topless wife was acting out their wildest fantasy and letting another man enjoy free run of her near naked body.

As he watched, he took his cock out again and hardly daring touch it for fear of coming, he noticed Kayla's hand begin to move slowly down between her and her .... yes, that was right, he really was now - not just her friend but her lover. 

With that recognition Jake felt an all-consuming thrill from the way things were going. He'd actually orchestrated this situation and was now to witness whatever transpired from his initiative. All three were obviously comfortable with events in their own way - his lovely young wife and their friend were exploring each other. They were enjoying their illicit thrill and he would forever have memory of watching them do it. It was a heady mix of extreme arousal and natural jealousy - but the latter was now controlled by the intense eroticism of the moment and he dismissed it by convincing himself there really was no threat to their marriage. He shuddered in anticipation of what was to come.

Kayla's hand stopped at Peter's waist and she deftly undid the button holding the two ends of the waistband together. Once released, Peter's jeans slowly slid off his thighs and Kayla pushed them downwards so they fell in a pile at his feet. Her hand reached into the opening at the front of his boxers. She was doing it so excitingly slowly that Jake could hardly detect the movement from where he stood trembling with lust. Her fingers reached through the gap and he sensed their ends just touching the penis behind. Both she and Peter moaned at the contact – as did Jake, who thought he was going to collapse - so strongly erotic was the sight of his young wife's hand reaching further in to grasp another man's naked cock. She began gently moving the hand backwards and forwards in a slow milking movement and in his excitement, Jake wanted her to take it all out so he could see exactly what she was doing.

For his part, Peter couldn't believe the softness of her touch as she very slowly masturbated him; and he involuntarily let out another long moan of pleasure. As she manipulated his manhood, he reached down in turn to un-clip the waist band of her split skirt and then he slowly undid the last of the three front buttons with trembling fingers. The garment opened out to fall away from her, leaving the outline of her sex visible to Jake through a pair of almost transparent black panties.

Kayla let go of Peter and reached down to free the miniscule black garment. It fell to the floor. She took hold of his cock once more and gripping it close to her body, she worked the cut end of it up and down against the front of her now fully exposed pussy. Jake saw that the bulbous cut end of Peter's cock was shiny with a combination of his pre-cum and of his wife's wetness.

Peter pushed her gently towards the sofa and as the back of her knees made contact with the seat, her balance went and she slipped slowly backwards with his hands holding her waist to control her descent. As she was lowered, she opportunistically tugged at the sides of his boxers and they fell to his ankles. His now freed prick sprang upwards and almost slapped her face as she sat. She looked at it intently, then leant forward quickly and gave it a fleeting kiss before slipping deeply into the soft cushions.

Peter lowered himself to his knees between her legs and rested his forearms on the top of Kayla's naked thighs. He reached one hand behind him to remove his shoes and socks, before turning back to kiss each of her knees in turn. Both totally naked now, they felt a sense of complete ease with their situation.

He looked up at her face through half-closed eyes and saw a truly beautiful young woman – one who looked even more lovely in her living nudity than she had in the pictures to which he'd furiously masturbated so many times in the past. Despite an urge to frantically seduce her as fast as he could, Peter determined to continue taking his time and turned to look downwards again. He knew that Jake was watching from outside and was therefore unlikely to 'come home' and interrupt the slow seduction of his wife. In the intimacy of what he was doing, Peter forgot his audience and concentrated instead on giving this beautiful young wife as much pleasure as he could.

Her knees had been spread apart by his position and looking at the trimmed bush of her pubic hair, he could make out the exciting image of her partially open sex – the lips already beginning to offer up the enticing musky scent of female arousal.

He purposefully made a slow appraisal of her body, looking up to make sure she was watching him. He started with a long visual examination of her sex, which made Kayla writhe on the seat in exhibitionistic delight. He enjoyed the view of her most intimate offering for some time before he allowed his gaze to move very slowly up her flat tummy. He took time to repeatedly kiss and nibble gently at her soft skin, as if sampling a particularly delicate dish. His tongue began to lick slowly under the beautiful breasts which jutted so firmly upwards, perfectly sized with their ends topped by dark areola and the aroused nubs of her delicious nipples. Again and again, he kissed each one in turn before slowly sucking in their hard tips and lovingly swirling his tongue around them until her breathing became so swift that he teasingly moved on upwards before she could clasp his head. He kissed her neck, her chin and eventually, her full lips. Again, her mouth opened to the insistence of his tongue and only after a first frantic duelling, did both of them slow down enough to properly savour the sexy taste of each other's mouth. 

As they kissed, Jake saw and avidly absorbed the eroticism of what was unfolding through the window. Unable to take any direct part in it, he was nonetheless excited beyond belief in his spectator role. It was a dream he'd nurtured through many months of fantasy and latterly, through increasingly enthusiastic pillow talk with his gorgeous young wife - to say nothing of the reckless openness of his conversations with Peter. Now, here was his conventional young schoolteacher wife lying back on their sofa, completely naked and being willingly seduced by an Englishman who was old enough to be father to either of them. She was surrendering herself and her body to a recently discovered lust and to the ministrations and intimacy of a now close friend who'd become the catalyst in vitalising Jake's deepest fantasy.

Or was it really her seducing him? Either way, she was about to enjoy the unique and wonderfully thrilling experience of exploring and fucking somebody new. 

Peter moved his head away from their kiss and slipping his arms under the inside of Kayla's legs, he pulled her forward on the sofa towards him as if she were a piece of meat being manipulated to suit his needs. In this position her legs were spread wide apart and her lips opened up fully so that her gaping sex was salaciously presented to his mercy. He pulled her forward a little more and roughly lifted her knees onto his shoulders to enable his eyes and mouth uninterrupted access to her deepest intimacies. The way he'd been working on her body so slowly and gently over the last half hour or so, had turned her into a trembling state over which she had little control; and in this latest position she couldn't believe just how wonderfully exposed she was feeling. She was helpless to stop anything he did now and the thought that her sex was wantonly displayed wide open and inches from his face made her feel so deliciously vulnerable that she nearly orgasmed without being touched. 

Continuing his controlled progress, he gently kissed along the inside of both her thighs in turn, starting near her knees and advancing slowly up the middle and undersides to her pussy - only to draw back at the last minute and continue his teasing upward movements again without touching it. Once, his tongue suddenly darted between her lips to slide upwards across her clitoris in a swift movement which prompted a sudden shudder of uncontrolled pleasure from Kayla. 

"Ohmigod! Oh that's wonderful .... please don't stop that Peter, do it again .... oh PLEASE!"

Ignoring her plea, Peter sank down again and began to work close to her pussy but not quite touching it, sliding his lips around the edge of her mound until she was writhing in desperate frustration - dying for that active tongue to penetrate her again and bring the relief its fleeting touch had offered just now. 

After a while, he lifted his head for a moment and gazed into her eyes; but only long enough to whisper,

"I hope you're really ready Kayla, because now I've got you completely helpless to stop me, I'm going to eat you properly .... I'm going to feed on you .... I'm going to eat your naked pussy .... I'm going to eat you alive until you can't take it any more .... and then I'm going to make you come so hard you won't believe it!"

Kayla's body jerked in immediate response and she pushed hard against his face as his mouth dropped down to feast on her sex – one minute his tongue invaded her vagina and the next it licked relentlessly up and down her clitoris. His fingers pulled at her outer lips but not satisfied, they continued to spread her vagina until it was held so wide open it seemed as if his whole mouth was being swallowed by her sex. His lips softly chewed at her flesh while his nose rubbed up and down her clitoris. 

"Oh God yes Peter .... ooohmigod but that feels absolutely incredible .... it's lovely ..... oh yes Peter, just there .... harder, please do it harrderrrr .... oh please ... yes .... please don't stop, keep doing it just there, it's heaven .... Unnng .... Oh God I've never felt like this before .... if you keep doing that, I'm going to .... Unng ...." 

Her hips started to rise and fall ever faster as he stimulated her clitoris almost beyond endurance - and each time she rose, she ground upwards onto his face - giving his hands the opportunity to move from her vagina and reach beneath her ass until he had a vice-like hold on both heavenly globes. 

His firm grip began to separate her cheeks in time with each movement of his tongue in her sex. Then, firmly pulling her cheeks as far apart as he could and holding them open with his wrists, his fingers curled into her deepest intimacies, stroking excitedly between her legs and taking lubrication from her pussy to rub gently at her smallest hole. She began to breathe faster and faster as her orgasm approached and just as he sensed she was about to cum, he slid one finger tight into her ass. At the same time two fingers of his other hand sank deeply into her vagina and hooked forwards in a beckoning fashion to locate and stimulate her G-spot. Simultaneously he sucked her clitoris between his lips and his tongue swirled around the hardened nub until with a scream, she came to orgasm so heavily that her resultant spasms almost squashed his head between her thighs. Her breath came in deep tortured gasps as if she'd been drowning and had suddenly burst into the open and found air at the surface.




Kayla and Their Friend Ch. 07



Previously: -

Kayla moaned quietly to herself and moved her leg carefully, trying to keep his cock inside her.

"Mmmm .... ohmigod that was absolutely fantastic .... I can't believe how wonderful that was Peter! Oh wow, I can't remember ever coming like that!"

There was silence for a moment and then Peter responded,

"I can't say I have either Kayla. That was a long time coming and well overdue -- no pun intended on either count I may add." He laughed quietly and began to gently withdraw his now wilting cock.

"I wondered how long it might be before you two got it together ..........?"

Jake was standing in the doorway and neither of them had heard him come in.

Kayla went sheet white in shock and tried to speak; but she realised there was nothing to say which could possibly explain their nakedness - or indeed, anything else to do with the situation. 

She thus stayed silent as Jake continued in a hesitant voice, uttering words he was far from certain he wanted to say.

"I had a feeling you, er fancied Peter my darling .... and unless I'm mistaken, I'm pretty certain it's been .... um ....mutual. From where I'm standing, I reckon Peter's ... erm, how do I put this .... always had the hots for you ever since he first met us ... or am I wrong there my friend?"

Peter immediately sympathized with how Jake felt and understood that he wanted to direct things his own way now - so he went along with what had been said by turning his head to nod and murmer a wordless assent. 

Beneath it though, he had little interest for the moment in their stilted conversation. He was far more interested in his current physical reactions - for, still with only the head of his cock just inside Kayla, he could feel his erection beginning to rise again, spurred on by the eroticism of the situation. 

Rather than continue his initial move to withdraw, he now pushed imperceptibly forward and began to re-enter Kayla's beautifully warm and tight body. He felt her react to the movement as her vaginal muscles twitched against him and sucked him further in. 

*

"You don't seem .... erm, particularly outraged by this Jake." He mumbled slowly, his eyes half shut in the pleasure he was feeling from being inside Kayla again.

But the sensation was all too much and before waiting for a response, his lust took over, irrespective of Jake's close physical presence. 

He threw caution to the winds and renewed his hold on both deliciously firm globes of Kayla's ass. He slowly but purposefully drew her back towards him until she was sliding further and further onto his cock - as if by doing so, he was challenging Jake to draw a stop to it all. The cheeks of her ass felt fantastic as they pushed against the front of his hips.

Jake watched with the fascination of a rabbit in headlights - the large tent in front of his trousers giving incontrovertible evidence of his deep arousal. At this stage, he could not have stopped what was happening before him even if he'd wanted to. 

It had been exciting enough to watch their first coupling from his position outside the bedroom window; but now it was happening inches in front of him and his arousal was such that even if he just touched himself at this point, he knew he'd start off a violent orgasm.

There was his beautiful young wife on her knees, with their friend holding her from behind with both hands gripping that wonderful firm ass as he pulled her onto his erection. He was about to rut her again like an animal and the sight fulfilled every fantasy Jake had ever dreamed about. He wanted to watch it through to the end, frightened that he might suddenly wake up from the most erotic dream he'd ever had. 

As he felt the wonderful tight softness of Kayla's sex enveloping his growing erection, Peter went on haltingly,

"It looks as if ..... well .... I er .... think you must .... um .... you must actually quite like the idea of me having Kayla .... is that ... right Jake?"

He'd given Jake the opening to take things further without divulging their earlier plotting; but Jake didn't respond and there was a slightly awkward silence for a minute while Peter's renewed intrusion slowly continued and eventually he stopped when half-way into his friend's wife. Without further effort on his part though, he felt her muscles continue to draw in his willing penis until finally, he found himself buried deep inside her once more. 

He had great difficulty controlling a natural urge to start thrusting in earnest and couldn't help a small moan of ecstasy at feeling the end of his cock being milked by the involuntarily spasms of Kayla's muscles. 

Having violently come only a short while before, Peter was surprised to find that despite his age, he was now fully erect again inside his friend's young wife. His member twitched in reaction to her movements and closing his eyes once more, he gave himself up to the amazing feelings which her body was creating for him. He decided to leave things to Jake.

Slightly unsure how to handle this situation, Jake moved to sit on the sofa beside Kayla's head. His wife's face was deeply flushed - partially through shock at being discovered and partly as a result of the irresistible feelings of deep pleasure which were once again beginning to take control of her mind and body.

Jake recognized only too well the look of growing bliss on Kayla's face and was still amazed that instead of feeling deeply jealous, he really was experiencing a wholly different series of emotions. 

On the one hand, he was surprisingly at ease with the situation and what was more, he'd developed a novel sense of pleasure that his wife appeared to derive such obvious delight at the ministrations of an older friend. Jake felt he should somehow participate and help to enhance her enjoyment - both for his own erotic pleasure as well as for hers - but he was at a loss to know how. 

Underneath though, he knew there were still residual pangs of anxiety lest he had gone too far by allowing it all to happen in the first place; and he wasn't too sure how to address them. But then again, things had almost certainly progressed too far now to draw a halt without causing a great deal more trouble - and knowledge of his helplessness enabled him to cast aside his fears and indulge the situation to the full whilst he could.

He was hugely excited by the deeply erotic element of voyeuristically watching his wife's oh so willing penetration by another man; and his own cock erected to its fullest height at the fascinatingly pornographic sight of Kayla now completely impaled again and sensuously writhing back onto the hard penis of another man behind her.

Jake looked lovingly at his young wife for some minutes - during which she had her eyes closed in obvious pleasure. Her head was lying sideways on the sofa seat as her body moved in time with Peter's penetration. Eventually, he reached down to kiss her softly on the lips, his tongue gently probing at his wife's mouth as if tentatively seeking her reassurance that she still loved him. 

Partly in her own relief that his caress showed he wasn't angry and partly in re-growing lust - but mostly through her wholly unaffected love for him - Kayla returned the unasked questions by opening her mouth and touching his tongue with the tip of her own. 

But she couldn't stifle a deep moan as her movement pushed her back against Peter's cock and she felt him twitch deep inside her. The vibration of her moan thrilled Jake and when her tongue then began to swirl excitedly around the inside of his mouth, he recognised her reassurance and again sought how he could become part of this wonderfully erotic situation. 

Now there was an open commitment from all three of them and there could be no doubt that Kayla, in recognizing they all wanted the same thing, was setting about wantonly using both her husband and their friend to enhance her pleasure.

Finally, Jake reached across to Peter and putting one hand on his shoulder, he gently pushed back until Peter was forced to pull out of his wife, his penis shining damp from her moisture. He sat back with a disappointed look on his face, assuming that Jake himself must want to enjoy Kayla now. Leaning back on his heels, he gave way to her husband.

He saw Jake put his arms around Kayla and whilst continuing to kiss her, he watched as Jake firmly drew his wife towards him until with a slight lift, she was sitting on his lap with her back against his chest. Her legs were being held apart as they rested across his thighs and in this position, her swollen sex was openly exposed to her recent lover.

Jake's hand reached around beneath his wife's arms and resting her beautiful breasts in their palms, he took a nipple between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and began to gently roll them until they turned into hard stubs. Kayla moaned in the dual pleasure of the physical sensation and the exhibitionistic thrill of her vulnerable exposure to their friend.

Jake looked over her shoulder at Peter and with an almost imperceptible movement of his head, indicated that Peter should join their action by paying attention to the lower part of Kayla's body. Peter moved forward again and rested his hands on each of Kayla's knees, his eyes looking at Jake to confirm his continuing approval. Jake nodded.

Kayla suddenly realised that far from stopping Peter from what he'd been doing to her, her husband was actually holding her in a position which would restrict her movement in order to give easy access to their friend -- thus enabling him to take full advantage of her willing captivity.

The thought of her token helplessness sent a deep thrill through her and she felt a sudden rush of dampness between her legs. She began to shake in renewed lust and her excitement reached fever pitch as Jake, releasing her breasts, took hold of both her legs beneath the knees and pulled them towards him and upwards so that they spread wide open to reveal the inside of her deliciously vulnerable pussy to the older man.

Peter took the hint and moving forward to take hold of her legs from Jake, he rested them high on his shoulders and sank down to feast on her gaping sex with his mouth and his tongue.

Love began to take a back seat to outright lust for both him and his wife as Jake watched Kayla begin to writhe and moan while he continued to hold her. He was beside himself with randiness now and unconsciously began to rhythmically thrust his crotch against the small of his wife's back. He replaced his hands on her breasts and to aid Kayla's increasing pleasure, began to pull gently at her nipples once more.

Kayla's back arched up and forced her sex into Peter's mouth. To her amazement, she felt the first thrill of another orgasm begin deep in her body - and this, only a short while after her recent first coupling with her new lover. 

But she needed him inside her again now - deeply inside her, before the dam burst.

"Oh my godfathers ..... please Peter, that's lovely but please stop it now and fuck me .... fuck me .... right now .... oh please. I want your beautiful cock buried right deep inside me .... oh please fuck me .... hurry up Peter, I'm going to come and I want you inside me! Hold me for him Jake .... I really want you to hold me down for him!"

Jake could hardly breathe as he heard his wife's pleas and when he looked down over her shoulder to see Peter lift his head and begin to sit up with an iron hard erection jutting out in front of him, the thrill was almost unbearable. He knew what he wanted to do now and moving one hand from his wife's breast, he reached down to take hold of his friend's engorged penis and with a slight pulling motion, guided it towards her sex.

He'd never touched another man's cock before but his lust to watch this one sinking deeply into his wife overcame any scruples he may have had. He briefly rubbed the flared head up and down over her clitoris, just as Kayla looked down and saw what was happening. She immediately began to climax at the pornographic sight of her husband guiding her lover's penis into her sex and almost shouted,

"Oh Jake .... oh that's so fucking sexy .... you're holding his beautiful cock for me. I can't believe how sexy that is to see you holding his cock! Please, oh please can you guide him into me now .... please put him in me .... now .... oh please put him in please .... ohhh, that's just so wonderful, oh that feels so fucking lovely, push him right in .... oh yes, go on Jake, push his cock inside your little wife .... unngh." 

Jake put the tip of his friend's penis at her opening and pushed him in just as both his wife and their friend began to moan in the simultaneous beginning of climax. He watched Peter jerk forward.

Taking a strong hold on both globes of her gorgeous ass, their friend buried himself in Jake's wife and started to thrust with long and hard strokes until eventually he held himself deep inside her body and unloaded his passion. 

With a long sigh, he rested himself against Kayla's heaving body and still kneeling with his hands gripping her ass, he just panted as his breath came in huge gasps.

Eventually they all separated and the two lovers lay back on the sofa beside Jake, still panting from their efforts.

For a few minutes they all lay there, nobody speaking and each privy to their thoughts about what had happened. Despite the nagging of his now renewed concern at what effect events may have on their relationship, Jake found his erection remained full and he still felt amazingly randy.

As if realizing his dilemma, Kayla looked over at her husband and quietly reassured him,

"Thank you for that my darling. It was absolutely amazing and you've no idea how much I love you for letting it happen. I can't tell you how sexy that was - watching my beautiful husband holding another guy's cock for me and then guiding him into his naughty little wife's naked body!"

She reached her head over and kissed him full on the lips, before going on,

"You really do have no idea how much I love you my darling. But I've got to say I'm frightened now that you may not feel the same about me any more after what's happened."

Jake gave no answer for a moment - but then suddenly he heard words tumbling from his mouth in relief that all was well between them - better yet, that she'd really enjoyed his participation.

"Oh darling, if only you could know how exciting it was - seeing Peter make you come like that! I can't believe it's really happened at last - after all that those times when we fantasized about another man in bed -- but it was always just fantasy in moments of passion. Somehow I guess I didn't think it would ever get beyond fantasy but now you've said you're all right with it, I'm just so pleased it did happen and that you really seem to have enjoyed it!" 

Speaking so openly sent a frisson of further sexual excitement through him and she could feel how hard he still was.

He glanced at Peter with a wry grin, and just as if she sensed his need, Jake felt Kayla's hand reach down to encircle his hardness. Gently, she began to stroke him. 

When he looked down, he saw that Peter's hand was again playing with his wife's pussy - pulling at her lips and softly rubbing his second finger over her clitoris. She moaned quietly and allowed herself to be lifted by Peter onto his knee - just as she had been earlier by her husband. And when she felt Peter's hands move to fondle her breasts from behind, she held her arms out to Jake and pulled him in towards her with great love.

Everything now, was completely all right and having once broken the extra-marital virginity, both Kayla and Jake began to think of possible future times with their friend before he eventually returned to the UK.



Kayla and Their Friend Ch. 08



For a couple of days after the last evening with Kayla, and despite the almost overpowering thrill which it had generated, all three of us had perhaps predictably, found ourselves somewhat ill at ease in each other's company. 

We were of course, nervous as to the consequences of our getting so carried away with lust that evening when Kayla had been shared between Jake and me. That first experience of Kayla had been exciting in the extreme - thrilling to the point where I'd almost completely lost control of my shaking hands. 

Yet now the aftermath of worry and doubt about what had occurred was temporarily dampening our pleasurable recall of the event.

Fortunately, the subsequent progression of events over the next few weeks was to eventually lead to our discovering a deeper and infinitely more satisfying arrangement than any of us could possibly have foreseen. This was almost certainly brought about as a result of our refusing to let matters fester in our minds unattended and instead, we 'took the bull by the horns' so to speak, and held an open discussion during which we freely expressed our innermost feelings and shared individual reactions. 

It was truly cathartic and just as it had been with Greg and me after we'd shared my wife some years before, an open recognition of how we felt had immediately reduced both the tension and the worries and put the situation into a proper perspective. 

With considerable initial reluctance on both of their parts Jake and Kayla had eventually managed to rationalise things through truly frank discussion. They'd taken the first step by revealing with gradually increasing detail - the secret erotic fantasies which each had harboured from the other for so long. 

But before this and sensing initial reluctance on Kayla's part, I thought that perhaps the example of my own previous experience might persuade her that all was not actually lost as a result of what had happened - and that it might even expand her mind into accepting the thrilling possibilities which could follow.

I explained to her how some years before, a mildly inebriated wife and I had got so carried away with wine and lust one afternoon, that events had taken their course with a close friend - and as a result, Mandy and I had subsequently enjoyed an intermittent and intensely thrilling sexual relationship with Greg which had lasted for over ten years until we'd moved away. 

Understandably, this really surprised Kayla and she asked me - was I not insanely jealous of someone else being so intimate with my wife, even when it involved a guy who was as close a family friend as I had described?

I explained that not long after he first came to work for me, Greg himself had got married - albeit that he later confessed to me when drunk one evening, that it was to a wife whose post-marriage interest in sex had turned out to embrace a reluctant maybe-once-a-week routine which left him entirely unsatisfied and increasingly frustrated. 

I knew from the first time they'd met that Greg was strongly attracted to my young and very beautiful lady and I also recognised that the attraction appeared somewhat deeper than that of any of my other friends - none of whom had ever tried to hide how hot they found her, or how they'd jump at the chance to bed her. Whilst all their aims tended to be a basic physical lust, I sensed that there was more involved in Greg's attraction to my wife-to-be. Yet for some reason which I didn't quite understand at the time, I never felt he posed any threat to our future marriage. Perhaps it was because he appeared a sensitive person who always showed enormous respect to both of us.

Having soon discovered not long after Greg started working for me that he had a fine sense of right and wrong, I suspect he was quite concerned at how he felt about another man's young wife and this probably guided his initial reluctance to follow it up with any attempt at taking it further. Nonetheless, as time went on, I did notice him occasionally flirting with Mandy when he thought I wasn't looking - yet to my surprise, I found myself increasingly turned on whenever she failed to discourage him. 

I explained to Kayla that when I'd laughingly asked Mandy about their flirting, she'd denied any interest absolutely and played it all down as simple and harmless 'social flirting' - the type of thing which many wives and girl-friends often indulge. 

On one occasion, after I'd gone to the bar for another round in the pub one evening, she did tell me later that while I was away from the table, Greg had been sufficiently inebriated to quietly whisper his lust for her and had even nervously hinted at the possibility of a meeting on their own. 

I immediately became extremely excited at thought of what might have happened next and wanted to know more.

Frustratingly for my newly developed fantasy however, Mandy said she'd immediately turned the idea down and pointedly tried to lighten their conversation by telling him that she was happy in her relationship with me and didn't foresee any need to augment her sexual life with the inclusion of an affair - secret or otherwise. Further, she told him that if she did ever feel the wish to have a liaison such as he'd suggested, it would most definitely have to be conducted a long way away from home, because she'd never want to hurt me in any way. 

Despite his inebriation, and in light of his later approaches, I suspect Greg had picked up on my wife's use of the word 'if' when referring to any distant relationship and that there'd been no suggestion anyone else might be involved other than him. Her hint, in so far as I was concerned, was that there could very well be a later possibility and I felt a further frisson of excitement at the thought of Mandy enjoying Greg's cock at some time in the future.

I went on to explain to Kayla that I'd developed an increasingly strong arousal each time I thought of Greg having my wife; but despite various attempts to encourage her into investigating things further and perhaps even letting Greg feel her up when dancing together, Mandy had been absolutely adamant in her refusals and at one stage had become quite agitated with disbelief that I could possibly want another man to kiss her - let alone fondle her, or even worse, that I should suggest she should let him go still further. 

Anyway, things calmed after that and we had duly got married. So it was not until a year or so later that things changed one afternoon after a particularly heavy lunch, when we forayed into a spontaneous threesome with Greg.

In cold afterthought, I had at first been deeply worried that our lustful behaviour might have caused a problem between Mandy and me. I was further worried lest Greg may have become more emotionally involved as a result. 

Fortunately (I told Kayla), and once the inevitable nervous post-event discussion had taken place, Mandy and I had opened up our thoughts to each other and were reassured to discover that nothing seemed likely to pose any threat to our own relationship - on the contrary, it seemed to have added spice to our sex life.

We were however, obviously unaware how it may have affected Greg.

Thus, when chatting with Greg over a few pints in the pub a couple of days later, things were a little tense between us at first, until with true Celtic directness, I said it was perhaps time for us to stop ignoring the elephant in the room and discuss what had happened. 

I had then bluntly asked how he personally felt now about the afternoon in question.

He turned a deep shade of red and almost choked on his beer; but soon realised from the look on my face that I was going to persist until he answered - we knew each other really well by now.

"I don't really know." He'd said and then turned the question back on me by suggesting it might perhaps be more appropriate to discover how I felt about it myself,

"After all," he'd said, "Mandy is your wife and if anyone's going to feel strange about it, it's more likely to be you. As for me .... well, I'm obviously a bit embarrassed about what happened but if I'm to be honest, I don't regret in any way that I had Mandy at last after fancying her for so long – it was like, well just the most unattainable beauty I'd ever known suddenly being available there in front of me. There was no way I wasn't going to take advantage of that situation while I could. Even the booze didn't affect me or my dick!"

"Well," Kayla asked me, " .. and how did you feel about it Peter?"

I thought deeply for a minute or two. Basically, I'd felt exactly as I'd told Greg when answering the question. 

In fact, I'd been quite surprised at the time to find myself completely at ease with telling him exactly how I felt .... strange really; but looking back, I guess that even by that time, our friendship had long since passed way beyond that of any employer and employee - I had complete trust in his integrity over what had happened and I knew nobody else would ever find out about it from him. 

"Look Greg .... this may sound very strange to you, even despite the other afternoon; but for quite a while, I've noticed you flirting with my wife and have chosen not to do anything about it."

If anything, Greg turned an even deeper shade of red at the revelation that his boss had known all along about the flirting with his wife. I'd gone on,

"Even stranger perhaps, and despite Mandy's protestations that nothing would ever happen, I found myself being quite turned on by thought of it all; to the extent that I purposely sat down to think it over on my own one evening over a couple of whiskies, while Mandy was away at her aunt's for the night. 

"I came to the conclusion that what with both you and I being married not very long ago, you particularly would be keen to avoid anything which might pose a threat to your relationship with Anne – even if you do tell me that you don't get enough at home! In fact, that latter thought explained to me one of the reasons for your heightened interest in Mandy. Knowing that I also knew you to be fond of both of us was a further consideration. I believe that's true ....?" 

Greg had nodded in agreement.

"I thought so - in which case, it's obviously a two-way thing - but you may also care to know that I've a great trust in your integrity and ability to retain confidences .... well, certainly as far as our clients go anyway .... but I think that extends into your personal life as well. So with that in mind, I knew you'd never shout your mouth off about screwing your boss's wife – well, not to anyone we knew at least!"

Again, but this time un-asked, Greg nodded agreement and I went on,

"Mandy's only twenty-eight and despite having been married to someone else before me for a couple of years, she's still relatively inexperienced sexually, so a little more experience for her - whilst perhaps being somewhat risky to allow, could also be a good thing for both of us.

"I then went on to consider what else I felt and discovered that .... and this is what may sound really strange to you .... I definitely wanted you to seduce Mandy and give her the opportunity to .... well, to put it bluntly, to have another cock to play with and to enjoy herself with no strings attached. And that's why I didn't stop anything the other afternoon - in fact, I was so turned on by it all that nothing I can think of would have ever made me stop it happening!"

"Look at it the way I see it Greg. You're married and you don't want Anne to know about anything which could possibly kill your marriage. Mandy and I are the same way about not wanting any threat to our own marriage. We all trust and have genuine affection for each other in our own different ways. You fancy Mandy. I now know that Mandy fancies you - and much to my surprise, she eventually confessed that she really did enjoy you having her the other afternoon. I also found that watching you give my wife that kind of pleasure was an absolute turn-on for me and as a result I'm quite comfortable if the pair of you get it together whenever you want. I know it'll never go any further than between the three of us and everybody gets a thrill out of it ..... so .... what are we all worried about .... just as long of course, as I can be there sometimes and join in!"

After I'd finished, Kayla thought about what I'd told her for quite a while and Jake and I waited patiently - both concerned to hear what she'd eventually say.

When her response came, it was preceded by a further series of questions about things like whether I didn't feel intense jealousy if I loved my wife as much as I said. I confirmed that I did – but to see the pleasure on Mandy's face as she was deeply impaled on Greg was exciting in the extreme and when she mouthed "I love you" just before she came, I knew there was no reason to worry. 

Indeed, when Greg had come around to our house on the next occasion, we'd soon found ourselves all together in bed. They'd been frantic the first time but afterwards, she'd turned straight into my arms and we'd cuddled for ages. What made it even more natural was that none of us seemed remotely interested in moving and Greg had affectionately stroked Mandy's back and head for ages, before eventually with a quiet moan, he'd managed to spoon his cock gently back into her. As I felt him push against her from behind, she came closer to kiss me and I pulled her right thigh over my hip, helping Greg to move ever deeper inside her until they finally came again with excited little gasps.

It had been a slow and incredibly gentle love-making this time, in which all three of us eventually participated and to my way of thinking, it had been quite beautiful to share my young wife in such a sensuously intimate way with a trusted friend.

Kayla, Jake and I then chatted over each stage in turn, discussing and investigating every implication openly and each urging the other to declare exactly how we felt – just as Mandy, Greg and I had done some years before. 

We recognised that yes, a great deal of it was based upon a satisfaction of physical lust but it was not long before each of us also began to realise and accept that there was perhaps just a little more affection between us than any might reasonably have expected. 

Not that either Kayla or I found ourselves actually falling in love with each other - any more than Mandy and Greg had done. No, that definitely remained the prerogative and the relationship of my two friends – as it had been Mandy's and mine. 

There could be no doubt whatsoever that a similar element of affection bordering on love had entered between us and once we openly recognised that it constituted no threat to anybody, all three of us found it actually enhanced our pleasure by introducing an element which I suspect is so often missing in such arrangements – that of complete respect between the parties. 

Instead of feeling in some way threatened by our actions, both Jake and I had willingly accepted the pleasure which was to be derived from watching the other inflict unrestricted physical pleasure on Kayla – a pleasure which was enhanced for her by the effects of two men competing with each other to see who could be the most successful in turning her on and bringing her to sometimes screaming orgasms.

Happily, the three of us were then able to enjoy the exquisite pleasure which comes from investigating every physical aspect of sex between three people.  _______________________________

Some while later, we'd been sitting around in their living room one evening, drinking wine and indulging increasingly silly conversation, when Jake's teen-aged daughter arrived home at about 10 o'clock. She'd been out for the evening with friends and judging by her glum face, things did not appear to have gone too well for her.

Avoiding any possibility of concerned parental questioning, the eighteen year-old beauty kissed all three of us goodnight before suggesting they might talk about it all in the morning; and she then went off to her bedroom.

We three discussed what might have made Liz so upset; but without any indication from her as to what it was all about, there was no way we could arrive at any conclusion and eventually we went back to our earlier 'silly' conversations.

After an hour or so, I needed to go for a pee and whilst laughingly delivering the punch-line to some joke or other I'd been telling, I opened the door to the inner hall and headed off to the bathroom. The door quietly shut behind me on its spring-closer and sealed out all sound from their living room.

It's always been my experience that when drinking good wine as against 'plonk', one rarely senses the same woozy effect as with the latter. Having had quite a few glasses of what had been really good quality wine during the evening therefore, I didn't actually feel any obvious sense of inebriation - yet I must have had sufficient alcohol not to have noticed the slight sound of someone in the bathroom. 

Thus, when I opened the door, I was not prepared in any way to find it occupied - let alone be prepared for the sight of a beautiful teenaged girl standing stark naked in the bath in front of the now turned-off the shower.

Nor indeed, could she have been immediately aware of my entry, for with her eyes tightly shut, Liz just carried on massaging her sex with one hand, whilst the other pulled at one of two very enlarged nipples which stood out like hard wooden pegs on a pair of unbelievably beautiful and firm young breasts.

She had obviously dried herself off, because the damp towel was lying over the bath just in front of her and apart from her hair, that naked body appeared to be dry all over.

And 'all over' naked was one of the most stunningly erotic sights I have ever enjoyed. Here I was, witnessing the private moments of a teenager bringing herself to orgasm just a couple or so feet away from the massive erection which I now found developing in my jeans. 

She was quite tall, about 5'7", and although there still remained slight indications of earlier puppy chubbiness, her development from child to woman had long since taken over and her nearly adult body had adopted the soft rounded contours of classical female shapeliness. She was relatively slender but without any of the skeletal shape so fondly favoured by cat-walk models and the fashion trade. 

As I stood silent and overawed by the beauty presented to me, I looked downwards to see her little finger and thumb holding open the lips to her vagina while the other fingers were further exciting a clitoris which was already standing out from the top of her opened sex like a miniature penis. She was moaning quietly and then, with a sudden upward movement, she thrust two fingers deeply into her vagina as the thumb and forefinger of her other hand pulled so hard at a nipple that I thought she might hurt herself.

Her moaning increased with her actions and I stood so transfixed by the vision of this sexual beauty, that I found it difficult to restrain myself from reaching out a hand to gently help stimulate her to a fast approaching orgasm.

Suddenly, as if guided by a sixth sense, her eyes flickered open and with a look of absolute horror, she saw me standing there just three feet or so away from her. 

In immediate reaction, one arm immediately moved across her chest in an attempt to hide those beautiful breasts from my view and her other hand shot down to cover her pubic area. She stooped forwards to further disguise her nudity and just stood there with head bowed down, in the classical stance of a naked woman endeavouring to hide her intimacy.

I was surprised that she didn't scream; but instead, she continued looking down in embarrassment and whispered almost conspiratorially, as if worried that her parents might hear,

"What the fuck are you doing here Peter ..... how long have you been standing there? Oh my God, I feel so embarrassed!"




Kayla and Their Friend Ch. 08



My first reaction was to try reassuring her and in a similarly hushed voice, I haltingly tried to calm her fears,

"Oh Liz, I'm so sorry .... please don't be embarrassed Honey ....... just please don't be. If anyone should feel embarrassed, it's me. After all, I'm the one who walked in without realising you were in here. If I'd thought, I should have knocked first, just to check."

I realised that although my mouth was working and the words were coming out, I'd made no move to back out of the bathroom. Instead, I remained there transfixed as my eyes continued to rove up and down her body, gazing helplessly as they devoured every detail of her nakedness. I was completely enraptured by her body, like a flustered young virgin boy who's never before seen a nude woman before - and she saw me looking. 

Yet as I gazed at the hair which her hand could not completely cover at the fork of her legs and at the nipple which was pinkly flattening out behind the spread fingers that couldn't quite hide her left breast, I felt a sudden frisson of deep sexual lust course through me and with that arousal came a sudden change in approach and a different determination. Perhaps it was the drink I'd had but I was now in full lust with this gloriously naked eighteen year-old, 

Here I was in a bathroom, with a completely naked and very beautiful young teenage girl just three feet or so in front of me - in fact quite literally, only just out of my arm's reach. 

Despite her youth she had the body of a woman, and I realised that was now what she most definitely was. Teenager she may have been in years - but that sensational body was very definitely that of a fully developed woman. 

From the firm up-turned breasts with their delicious nipples which had initially been engorged in excitement but were now flattening out from sudden shock, to the wide hips and beautifully tight peach-like ass that I could see reflected in the mirror behind her. 

Yes, she was a woman all right - an absolutely gorgeous and beautifully formed one at that. And the starkly white flesh behind the bikini lines only served to emphasise the incredible contrast with the tan of the rest of her body - further heightening the irresistible sexual allure of this deliciously vulnerable and beautifully bared girl.

I managed to draw my eyes away from her body for a moment and taking a step forward, I looked determinedly at her. She was blushing furiously now and continued making futile attempts to cover her nakedness. I watched the panic in her movements as she looked at the towel on the edge of the bath - as if it would serve as a refuge from my gaze – and her fear excited me. She was obviously working out whether she could reach it with one hand whilst still keeping herself partially covered with the other.

"DON'T DO THAT!" commanded a voice .... "Don't even think about it."

With a shock, I realised that it was me speaking and with an even greater shock, I found myself continuing. A little more quietly this time but every bit as forcibly,

"Leave the towel where it is Liz. Don't you dare try and hide .... now stand up straight and .... and .... just listen to me."

With enormous effort, I lifted my eyes from her glorious naked body and for a moment, stared into her face. She looked back for a second or two and then averted her eyes in embarrassment. I went on, 

"Liz .... just listen to me. Slowly lower that arm from your breasts, so I can see you properly ...."

She glanced up at me again at that and our eyes met once more. This time her look registered deep surprise at the sudden change of tone in my voice and yes, there was definitely just a hint of fear in her eyes. I could see the doubt in her face as she tried to come to terms with what I'd just said. 

Why is this guy - who's a family friend of both her and her parents - changing from a deeply embarrassed accidental intruder, to a man who's suddenly and assertively taking charge of her vulnerability by ordering her to stop covering her modesty and expose more of her nakedness for him? 

Shouldn't he be doing quite the opposite - uttering gentle words of apology and showing sympathy for a teenage predicament by handing her the very towel she'd been about to reach for and averting his gaze? 

Or better yet, shouldn't he be quickly getting the hell out of the bathroom and leaving her to get over the shock of being seen in the nude by a friend of her family without even a chance to cover herself up properly?

But instead, he was openly staring at her youthful nudity and hungrily devouring every detail. She felt herself go a really deep red.

I heard my voice continue in the same vein. I'd never experienced a situation quite so erotic as this before and even I was surprised by the unashamed determination in my voice,

"You're wonderfully naked Liz and I'm standing here looking at you but I can't see enough of your body."

She looked down again and instinctively tried to cover more of her naked self. But I was not going to allow her to do it,

"I want you to move your hands completely away and expose yourself, so I can see you properly. Just do what I tell you Liz. Move your hands and arms completely away ...... go on Liz, just do it .... . and do it .... NOW!"

She jerked slightly at the strength of my final command and then as if hypnotised, her arms slowly pulled partly away and a further area of her body became visible. But one of her breasts remained covered and I still couldn't quite see below the strip of pubic hair which covered the top of her sex. I wanted to see all of her virginal pussy but until her hands moved away completely, it remained secret.

My voice continued, at first with simple, almost soothing compliments,

"When I came in here and saw you standing there naked Liz, I couldn't move for a second or two - you're just so sexy and beautiful that I couldn't help myself. But then you covered up just as I was beginning to explore your body properly and now I really want to see you completely exposed again."

Then my approach changed from compliment to blatantly sexual statements which I hoped would perversely excite Liz by taking advantage of her obvious continuing embarrassment,

"But this time I want you to actually realise that I'm looking at you naked. I want you to understand that I'm going to really enjoy seeing every intimate part of you - all those gorgeous sexy bits you normally keep so carefully hidden behind clothes. I want no arms covering your pubes, no hands covering those gorgeous little breasts of yours and I want none of that stooping down to hide any of it from me."

My voice then returned to direct command,

"So listen to me Liz. I'll tell you once more ..... move your hands completely away from your body and put them down at your side!"

She made a slight move to comply, as if she thought that the moment she did so, I might suddenly tell her that it was all right really - I'd only been joking and she could get covered up. 

But for me, it was not a move enough,

"Yes .... that's it Liz, go on - but move them right away from your body. Now put them both down at your sides and let me look at you. NO! Don't you dare try and hide yourself again .... just put that hand back down at your side and open your legs a little, so's I can see everything you've got - all those lovely private bits you're so shy and embarrassed about."

Her left hand had drawn up again at first; but then .... and ever so slowly .... it pulled down once more to gradually expose her right nipple. Still staring directly at me through slightly weepy eyes, her fore-arm lowered until her left nipple was also completely exposed; and when her arm moved completely away, I could see how far both nipples were now standing out on her gorgeous little white breasts. They'd changed again and now looked even harder than when I'd first walked into the room.

"Why are you doing this Peter?" she haltingly asked me - again in little more than a whisper but this time with a degree less fear. 

I didn't answer her but instead, continued to gaze at her beautiful little breasts. They stood out firmly from her chest, innocently provocative, with the ends pointing upwards, the light pink areola now puckering further and emphasising the hardness of their darkening ends. I knew that my erection must by now be obvious; and as I shifted on my feet, she glanced down and I saw her eyes widen in surprised confirmation. I did nothing to hide my condition, hoping it might affect her to my advantage.

I'd initially been so embarrassed at my interruption of her privacy that I hadn't assimilated just how my sudden presence must have affected her - for there was no way my absolute rapture at such beauty on open display could allow me to see anything but the beautiful teen object of my fast developing lust.

But as I continued to stare, I noted it was only a look of mild alarm in her eyes now as she looked back at me. It wasn't fear exactly - although that would have been understandable in the circumstances. No, it was apprehension more than anything – perhaps tinged with .... oh wow! Could it really be excitement at realisation of how she was turning me on - of seeing the physical effect which her nudity was having on me? 

I could see her nipples continue to pucker up and harden even further until they looked so prominently suckable that I could barely restrain myself from leaning forward and taking them between my lips. 

Her mouth was slightly open and she began to breathe even faster, as if she'd been exercising. 

Was it fear? 

No .... it was it was definitely something else. She really was being turned on now by my interest in her nakedness .... by her helplessness.... by being commanded what to do .... and by sight of my obvious now full-blown erection sticking out under my jeans. She kept her eyes on it and now I felt the tables turning - she was getting interested in the effect her vulnerable nakedness was having on me ....

I decided to carry on in the same assertive way and in response, the words came tumbling from a mouth which was completely out of control - wholly disregarding of any risk,

"Right Liz. Now I want you to turn sideways onto the bath and face me properly, so you can watch me looking at your body. I know you're really embarrassed but I want you to see what I'm doing and to realise that I'm going to explore you with my eyes to my heart's content - and if you so much as try to cover anything up, I'm going to restrain you so I can do whatever I want, with or without your consent. 

"So .... now spread your legs - open them wider for me Liz ... I want to see into your vagina. Look at me as you do it Liz"

Innocently on the one hand but enticingly on the other, and like a naughty child who knows the adult has the whip hand, she adopted a look of almost truculent submission. 

Then she looked up for a moment to stare straight into my face again and her eyes were glittering, as if she were about to cry - perhaps hoping she might yet be able to stop me doing whatever it was that I wanted, by using the appeal of a frightened child. 

But no - her gaze swiftly dropped down to my crotch again and I felt further excited at what I felt was her growing interest. 

She spoke - but now it sounded more like someone who feels they must adopt a different stance to the way they feel. It seemed that even at her innocent youth, she was beginning to instinctively play the game of tempt and tease and that very Lolita behaviour, however innocent, was truly beginning to erode any hope of my resisting what I felt was going to happen.

"Why are you doing this Peter? I feel so embarrassed - please can I put on my robe .... oh please ....?" 

I ignored her question; but as she stared at me, I became aware of an increased movement of her chest; and I lowered my eyes. She was beginning to breathe really heavily now and a deep flush began to spread across the top of her body and up her neck to the lower part of her face - primal, instinctive and absurdly enticing.

She may not have realised it but this young teenager was definitely showing signs of really deep sexual arousal - she was turned on by my domination but seemed not to realise it; and that fact spurred me on to incite Liz's further arousal by continuing to play on her naked discomfort.

Again she began to ask the same question but with less conviction this time and it petered out, half finished. She dragged her eyes from my erection to stare at my face.

Again I didn't respond but just lowered my eyes to slowly shift my look downwards from her face. 

Like a hypnotised rabbit, she followed my gaze and we both stopped to look at her gorgeous little breasts. 

The flush was very pronounced now. Her nipples had also gone a deep red and were puckered beyond any normal reaction. She trembled slightly and moved a foot across the slippery bottom of the bath as if about to step out it. Her breasts trembled deliciously in response to the movement.

I looked further down - this time towards her sex and again, I sensed her eyes following my gaze. 

We could both see the bush of light auburn hair which surrounded and partly covered her mound; and as she followed my gaze further, I noticed a hand slowly move around from the side, as if in a final attempt to hide her vagina again. Instead, as her fingers spread out to cover it, they seemed to accidentally pull her lips slightly apart, so that she almost appeared to be actually showing me the delightful clitoris which now stood out excitedly at the top of her sex. 

I was so turned on by this stunningly accidental display that I could hardly breathe. Yet she didn't appear to be finished - for ignoring my earlier command, she reached one hand down to the towel, lifted up her right leg and stepped it down onto the floor side of the bath. 

Then, instead of continuing with the other leg, she stayed in that position as she moved both hands upwards to pull the towel over her shoulders. The movement had the effect of seeming to offer her naked breasts and as they pushed out towards me, I stood transfixed. 

As if that weren't enough, the lifting of her leg had spread her sex and on looking down once more, I saw her lips completely open up and disclose the entrance of her vagina to my excited view.

Pulling myself together, I whispered out a further salacious demand,

"Put your other foot on the edge of the bath Liz, so I can see your pussy really spread wide open!"

The flush which worked right across her face this time was not just one of pure embarrassment - it was a flush that was almost certainly made even deeper by the knowledge that if she complied, her inner self would be completely exposed to me. And that would surely be an extreme sexual excitement for her – I suspected it was an act which her inner self most definitely wanted to experience, even if she didn't consciously realise it. 

Either that, or she would surely have cried out to her parents for help by now.

"Oh God Peter - I can't believe you want me to show you my pussy .... nobody's ever seen me like that .... well ... like not even seen it at all, let alone completely open. Not even my boy-friend. I've never like, allowed him to even touch me there - honest, not even over my clothes." 

She was almost panting her response now but it was in that same hoarse whisper that she'd been using earlier, as if frightened her parents might hear her. I didn't know whether or not she intended it but she sounded so sexy in the way she openly shared with me what her boy-friend had not been allowed to do. 

Yet I never believed this delightful young teen would actually comply with my outrageous demand.

But when I continued to keep silent in the face of her questioning, she seemed to come to some decision and, going even deeper red, she did begin to comply. 

Slightly breathless now - and without doubt knowing that she was almost certainly heading further towards an irreversible situation, she lifted one leg and placed the foot on the edge of the bath, so that her sex opened enough for me to see that lovely swollen clitoris standing at its top and fully exposed to my gaze. She did not move her foot from the bath edge but instead turned her face back up to me,

"Oh God Peter, must you really look at me like that .... I'm completely exposed to you now and nobody's ever seen me like this. I'm just so embarrassed I don't know quite what to do."

She made a half-hearted attempt to move the towel over her front but stopped when she saw the look on my face. Her hands and indeed, her body were shaking – but was it through simple embarrassment or through a primeval but unconscious lust? 

I now knew beyond doubt that her slow but unquestioning compliance with my last demand had resulted in it being a combination of the two.

I couldn't keep my eyes from her sex and without looking up I said quietly,

"Liz .... now I can see every bit of you .... and yes, I can even see that fantastic bubble butt of yours in the mirror behind." I smiled softly in what I hoped would be a reassuring manner, given the circumstances.

"You really do have the most gorgeous body of any woman I've ever seen and I'm sorry if I sounded a little harsh earlier but you really are so breathtakingly beautiful that I got carried away and really couldn't help myself - I just had to see all of you .... And I honestly think you like me seeing you naked now.

"Now, why don't you carry on doing what you were doing when I first came in here. I know I inadvertently interrupted you before you'd had a chance to come, so you must be feeling incredibly frustrated by now, even if you are embarrassed beyond belief. But if you want the truth, I reckon you're even more turned on by what's just happened than you were before .... am I right?"."

My voice was much kinder now, for I knew without doubt that she was more excited than she'd ever been before. Almost imperceptibly she nodded her agreement and I just heard a hissed, "Yes."

"You're all deliciously bare for me now and it really turns me on more than you can imagine. Nobody's ever going to know about it and I'd really love to see the look on your face as you come .... please will you do it for me and make yourself come?"

She stared at me for a full minute's silence until her face softened and looking into her eyes, I saw they'd been rimmed by now drying tears. Her face softened and a look of excitement tinged by knowledge of her own vulnerability told me what she would do. And sure enough, still staring into my eyes, her hands moved slowly around to the front and both met at her pubis, where they separated – and as one began to tenderly caress up and down her open lips, the other began to gently play with her clitoris – and she began to speak again but this time as one who's surrendered to a lust beyond her understanding,

"Nobody's ever seen me completely bare like this before Peter. I can't believe how much I love feeling so exposed to you ..... I think I want you to see everything I've got. Look wherever you want, every little part of me .... things that nobody else has ever seen but me. Oh ye gods but it's so fucking incredible standing here all exposed just for you!"

There was an innocence about her approach - a first-time wish to appear pleasing to someone older and despite my overwhelming physical attraction to her, I also felt almost protective. I now wished to do nothing which might frighten or deflate her. It was the moment of her capitulation and her giving must not be tainted by any form od discouragement or refusal, lest her innocent approach forever lose its magic and she become cynical about her body and the beauty of sex. 

Yet at the same time, could I honestly allow my feelings to convert into action? I tried to think of a response to her which would encourage her not to feel deeply wanted. 




Kayla and Their Friend Ch. 08



The movement of her hands began to slow, for her thighs were now pressing and rubbing tight together, almost crushing her hands into forcing an orgasm

"Peter?" she said almost plaintively .....



Kayla and Their Friend



Abruptly he dried up and there was silence for a few seconds. 

The enormity of what they'd both just said sank into Jake's mind and he was suddenly afraid. 'What the hell did I say that for - she must be really pissed with me and she'll go mad any second now'.

Her fingers had momentarily stopped caressing her pussy and he waited without breathing. Still sexily bent over away from him, she looked around, her head only a little higher than the level of her ass and she stared straight into his face through half-closed eyes for a full ten seconds. 

'You'd really like that, wouldn't you Jake? You'd really like to show off my bare body to another guy -- just like on the beach that day?' 

To his amazement, he saw she had a slight smile on her face and then she raised her eyebrows slightly, waiting for an answer.

'Well, I er .... No, I didn't really mean that, it was just a fantasy .... carried away by the moment. I wouldn't really like to let anyone else see you like this darling. This is for us alone'.

'Oh yes you would Jake. I know you, even if you don't think I do. You'd really like other guys to see me naked. You just haven't got the nerve to admit it. I don't know why you're denying it -though you'd probably be surprised to find that it gets me going - you know, your being turned on by wanting to expose me to other guys'

She started fondling her sex again but this time a little more firmly and he could see her fingers sinking in deep as they pushed backwards and she began to breathe rather more heavily. 

"I know what Jake; why don't we invite someone over here next time you get the camera out and they can watch me slowly stripping for the lens. We could tell them you need their opinion on what I should do and how to do it, couldn't we? That'd be incredible wouldn't it - just think ... one of the fathers could be right over there watching me strip ... or even better, one of our friends ... oh yes, I'd love it to be one of our friends. They all lust after me don't they Jake - I've seen them trying to get a look down my top at parties; and some of them have even tried to get their hands on my breasts when they think you're not looking .... now that really gets me going and I've got to tell you honey, I've been tempted so often to just let them slip their hands into my top and feel my bare tits - particularly since I've known for some time how much you'd really love to see me let them do it!"

Jake felt his stomach drop down to the floor as his cock thrust upwards against the hard denim of his jeans at what she was saying. Oh hell, it was like a dream come true. The thrilling thought rammed its way into his head, 

'She Feels The Same Way As I Do.'

And what's more, it seemed, she really wanted it to happen. He began to shake uncontrollably as she went on,

"Just visualise Jake, one of our close friends at last being given the chance to see me slowly take my clothes off and show him everything I've got! Imagine him sitting in that chair and being allowed to see your conservative little wife gradually expose herself until she's naked and completely vulnerable to him. 

'Eventually, I'd bend right down and hold myself open so he could see absolutely everything I've got; and then ... well, then do you think we should let him touch me? You could encourage him, couldn't you darling? Let him know it's OK to touch me and explore my body - you know, tell him to take his time to feel up every part of me while you watch. 

'He could lay me down on the bed with my legs over the side and kneel between them while he goes down on me. How would you like that Jake? Would it turn you on? I bet it would ... just think of one of our friends sucking on my clit and sliding his tongue in and out of my pussy; then kissing his way up my body until his cock was right up between my legs and thrusting to get at me ... oh yes, the feeling I'll get as he slips the big head of his cock between my lips and then thrusts himself deep inside your little schoolteacher's pussy. Would you like that Jake?"

'Anyway,' she went on as her fingers moved even faster and harder, "Even if you didn't mean what you said, I do Jake -- I'd absolutely love it!" 

She had a further thought and enthusiastically went on, 

"Then again, perhaps it'd be better with one of the school's fathers .... Yeah, to hell with one of our friends, I'd really love some of those dads to see their kids' modest little school teacher strutting her stuff .... Oh yeah, I'd love them so much to see my pussy lips spread out like this! '

She bent down low and pulled her cheeks apart until her sex was fully open to his gaze and he could see right into her. One index finger was still rubbing her exposed clitoris.

"Oh hell yes Jake, I certainly would. I'd love to feel someone else's hands all over my body and someone else's prick impaling me on the couch while you watch it all!"

She went on dreamily as she warmed to the fantasy, 

"I like the thought of other guys seeing me naked like this when they've only ever seen me before in sensible school clothes, or done up for a school event. It'd be so different for them and I know they'd just love the opportunity to explore me ... and oh yes darling, I'd really, really love it." 

She was breathing heavily now and he could sense her impending orgasm.

'Do you think you'd really like them to touch me darling, or would you stop them and spoil all our fun eh? Oh hell, I can just feel one of them now, he's got his fingers in my pussy ... no, he's reaching around from behind and playing with my tits while I undo his zipper and oh yes, I'm getting a hold of his lovely big cock and pulling his foreskin down to expose that great big purple head! Oh yes, yes, his cock feels really lovely and hard. D'you think he'd like you to put it in me for him? That'd be a turn-on wouldn't it .... you feeding his cock into me and actually helping another guy to enjoy your hot little wife's body. Oh fuck yes, that'd be great wouldn't it. I can feel him pushing it in me now, holding me by the hips as he thrusts right up into my pussy ... oh Jake, he's pushing that huge mushroom head deep into me so hard and I'm writhing around on it, trying to get him in even further ... oh my god Jake, I'm cummming, I ungh .... Oh that's lovely ... oh Jake, I'm coming so hard ... unnnng .... please hold me .... Oh, unggg!'

Jake put the camera down and rushed forward just in time to stop Kayla slipping over with the intensity of her orgasm. He managed to get his jeans down to free himself before thrusting his cock deep inside her for the short twenty seconds or so of hard pounding it took to reach his own long overdue orgasm. 

When he finished showering her insides with what seemed like gallons of juice, he gently lowered her onto the bed and then climbed on it himself, reaching his arms around his wife to cuddle her tightly as she came down, shaking and gasping.

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Later, as they still lay on the bed, he was gently fondling her and wondering how he could tentatively sound her out about what had just happened, without making it obvious how much he'd been turned on by it. 

Again, he found it difficult to believe his darling little wife had been so open about a truly erotic fantasy. But was it just a fantasy again -- and one that would become an embarrassment which couldn't be discussed now she had orgasmed?

Despite having been married now for nearly four years, it was the first time either of them had ever expressed fantasies in such a graphical manner and he was wary of sounding too enthusiastic, lest any admission that he still felt excited by the scenario should frighten Kayla off. He tried to be circumspect,

'Wow, that was something yet again wasn't it?' Jake's voice was husky with excitement; for despite having reached a huge orgasm, his recall of Kayla's earlier enthusiastic words was already making him horny again and he wanted to maintain the eroticism of what just might still be a mutual fantasy.

'Yeah, I guess it was', she said in a quiet voice. 

Having just calmed down herselfr, she was returning to normal thinking now and her fantasies were fading fast. She was embarrassed by what had happened and was also being circumspect, in case he felt the same.

"I think I got carried away a bit, didn't I?' She excused her behaviour with the rhetorical question; but he got the feeling she was also tentatively sounding him out and he remained excited.

"You certainly did!" he agreed with a shaky voice. "You really got me going there ... I had no idea you could feel that way. Did you mean any of it?"

"Well, I was a bit hot you know Jake and in the heat of the moment one often says things that ...."

"Hot? My god, that was more than hot! It was fucking incredible hearing you talk like that!"

Yet even allowing for his increasing excitement, Jake sensed that he had to be remain circumspect and not jump too far in, however much he wanted to. He tried reassuring her.

"Don't be afraid of your fantasies Kayla. It's obvious now we've both got them and perhaps it's just about time we cleared the air and shared them in the open, instead of being ashamed and keeping them to ourselves."

Kayla looked at him nervously.

"Do you really think so?" she responded, 'I really feel a bit silly having come out with all that. All I can say is I was really turned on by the situation and as I was about to tell you just now, sometimes one says things that ..."

"Don't be embarrassed honey" he interrupted, 'It was fantastic and I really loved hearing you talk like that'. He expanded,

"I wish you knew how much I've longed for you to let go of your inhibitions and become the real 'Whore in the Bedroom', as well as the 'Lady in Public'. You're always the 'Lady in Public' when we're out and I'm really proud of you for that - but oh boy, did I enjoy the Whore bit just now!"

He pulled her head towards him until it rested in the crook of his arm, her hair spreading over his elbow. He reached across her with his other hand and after gently stroking her face, let it slide down onto her left breast and softly rotate a finger end around her nipple. She shuddered at the sensation and nestled closer to him, forcing her breast harder against his fingers. She was surprised to find that even after the orgasm she'd just experienced, she was getting hot again. In a little voice, she went on exploratively,

"Did you mean the things you said Jake? Would you really like someone else to see me naked and perhaps touch my body? Wouldn't you be jealous?"

Jake thought for a long moment and was about to respond when he realised he'd have to be very careful how he went about this if he wasn't going to discourage her from warming to the fantasy. Perhaps, if he went about things the right way, he might be able to resurrect her mood and even get her to indulge it for real one day. He felt a stirring at the sudden erotic vision of her writhing around impaled on another man's cock. For a second or two, the image took over and with a returning erection, he found he couldn't answer immediately.

"Well darling ... would you?" She sounded almost on tenterhooks, as if she wanted him to support her earlier fantasy but was frightened to confirm it.

"Yes" he admitted hesitantly, almost in a whisper.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I would be jealous - incredibly jealous." 

"Oh good," she responded immediately; but he noticed that her voice, whilst tinged with an element of relief, also contained - just discernible - a measure of disappointment. 

"I thought for a horrible minute that you might not care if someone else saw me naked or touched my body."

She thought for a minute or so and was just about to say something else in her nervousness, when he continued recklessly,

"And yes, it may surprise you to hear this; but if I'm going to be totally honest, I sometimes think I actually would like another man to see you naked, despite being jealous .... and perhaps I'd encourage him to touch your body if you didn't show any sign of objection. Yes, I really think I might love it." 

He thought for a further couple of seconds before adding, 

"But only if you were comfortable with it happening. You've got to understand darling, that I love you more than anyone or anything I've ever loved in my life and I don't want either anyone else, or any thing else, to threaten what we've got between us .... it's just too precious."

Now he'd started, the words came tumbling out,

'On the other hand though, I now realise that you've obviously had the thought of screwing another man in your mind for a while; and I don't think that in itself is a threat, because it's obviously just a fantasy, rather than a reality at the moment .... at least, I take it that you haven't actually let anyone else near you?" 

This time it was Kayla who went quiet for a moment.

"Or have you?" said Jake when she didn't reply. 

There was definite trepidation in his voice now and when she still didn't answer immediately, he asked once more, stringing the words out slowly, because he was feeling a twitch in his crotch again at the sudden realisation that maybe something had happened with someone else after all - and his first reaction to the possibility was to be turned on.

"Well, have you my darling?" He was definitely getting hard again; and resting his hand nonchalantly in his lap to hide the evidence, he expanded,

'Don't be afraid of it honey - after all, I've got pretty excited myself sometimes at the fantasy of another man doing things to you and since we're both being honest, I've really hoped sometimes that you might let someone else .... well, you know .... er .... well er, sort of touch you up and things!" 

She still remained silent and Jake sensed a need to further reassure her before pressing again for an answer,

" You know, I think that provided we both understand love and sex between us is an unassailable happiness, just lusty sex with someone else could actually be a shared fun for both of us -- and I emphasise shared fun .... Not just for you, or just for me; but only if it's wholly shared by both of us .... I reckon ..."

She interrupted him in a quick torrent of words, as if needing to get it all off her mind as soon as possible - which was exactly what she was doing,

"You know that Brit who's staying across the road for a few weeks? Yeah, well .... er .... he came over one morning last week to ask where he could get something or other and well, I asked him in for a coffee and we sat down talking for quite a while." 

She looked tentatively up at her husband as if afraid to continue.

"Yeah, I know him .... Peter Simpson?" said Jake, his voice trembling now in a tense combination of deep worry and excited impatience. 

Jake knew Peter Simpson all right and had done for some time. 

Unknown to Kayla, he'd e-mailed him months back about a story Peter had written on a net site about sharing his wife with a friend and Jake had been very excited by their similarity in approach to letting others see their wives naked and perhaps even going further.

They'd corresponded quite a lot over the months since he'd first made contact and their correspondence had become very intimate -- to the point in fact, where Jake had sent Peter some photographs of Kayla, to illustrate what a sexy wife he'd got.

At first the pictures had been of Kayla in sexy poses but fully clothed. Then gradually over the weeks, the pictures had become more intimate, until eventually Jake had capitulated entirely to his lust and sent a series of highly exciting photos of his young wife completely naked in various provocative and erotic poses. Others had followed and there was now not an inch of Kayla's naked body that Peter had not both seen and enjoyed to the full - and commented on in graphic detail in his e-mails to Jake. Images of Kayla's breasts and ass were imprinted on Peter's mind and he had even been able to see inside her pussy in one of the poses where she was sitting with her legs open for the camera. 

Peter had reassured Jake that nobody else would see the pictures and although Jake had secretly hoped Peter might actually show them to other guys, he didn't know whether he'd actually done so.

Then Peter had said he was coming to the States on business and wanted to enjoy the sun for a few weeks while he was over. 

At that stage, Jake hadn't told Peter exactly where they lived - just that they were in California. He'd thought long and hard about what Peter had said and his mind had constructed a number of very erotic scenarios in which his Brit friend might be able to take advantage of his young wife if he was staying near them. 

As a result, Jake had finally plucked up the nerve to give his whereabouts and then make a suggestion that Peter could rent a particular house near their own, whilst the owner was away. 

And so it had moved on .... Peter had arrived a week or so before and although they'd at last met up in person, nothing had been said between them about Kayla's photographs. As far as anyone else was concerned, they'd both just met accidentally and when Jake had introduced his 'new friend' to his wife, Kayla had been the archetypal conservative schoolteacher wife who was making polite acquaintance of a foreign visitor.

Now, it seemed, Peter had been on his own with Kayla and the thought of what might have happened between them was making Jake become aroused again.

Putting his thoughts aside, and marginally worried lest Peter had said anything to Kayla about their internet correspondence and the photos he'd seen, Jake replied almost breathlessly,

"Go on then honey, what happened?"

"Well, he came over like I said and we sat down with some coffee and started to chat. Like I know he's a lot older than us; but he seemed to have an easy way with him and I felt really comfortable telling him about when I was a kid and what we all used to get up to. Then he asked about our life together and after I'd told him a bit about us, I asked him about his own life and he told me all about himself and what he had been doing since his marriage broke up. It's sometimes really interesting listening to what someone else has had happen to them over the years; and sometimes I reckon we're none of us too different."

Kayla thought for a few seconds, staring into space and then went on,

"Well anyway, time passed by so quickly and it was suddenly mid-day; so when he suggested he go back to his place and come back with a bottle of wine, I went along with it and got some glasses out while he got the wine.

"Then he came back, knocked on the door and waited 'til I opened it .... Great manners these Brits!

"As he came through into the living room, he just leant over and kissed me on both cheeks -- you know, like we hadn't seen each other for a while. I gave him the cork-screw and as he was opening the bottle, he just stared at me with a funny intense look on his face and stopped what he was doing with the bottle. It was really strange Jake, like we were both hypnotised. He seemed to delve straight into my mind with a depth of intimacy - as if he'd known me for ages, instead of just a few days.

Before I knew what was happening, he'd come back over to me and still holding the bottle and cork-screw in his hands, just leaned down and kissed me on the lips. Nothing heavy, just a gentle brushing; and I could have pulled away at any time. 

Then he stood up and looked into my eyes again with a little smile. Before I knew it, I was turned on like almost never before and when he moved back a pace to finish opening the bottle, I didn't move - just sat there and carried on staring at him like a rabbit caught in headlights.

"I don't think he realised the effect he'd had on me 'til he'd poured me a glass of white wine and looked at me again when he passed it to me. I must have looked really stupid darling, just sitting there like a star-struck teenager in front of a pop star or something.




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He just smiled at me then and said 'Wow' or something like that; and sat down in the armchair with his glass resting on the arm.

'Sorry 'bout that,' he said, 'I don't know what came over me. I hope you're not offended!'

And then he sat there smiling and carried on with our earlier conversation as if nothing had ever happened.

Somehow I managed to pull myself together and when we'd finished the bottle, he said he really had to go. He got up from the chair and then came over to help me up from the settee. It just seemed so natural to let him help me like that and he kept talking about nothing in particular as his arm slipped around my shoulder and he pressed himself against me as he kissed me goodbye on both cheeks. 

We walked to the door, still with his arm around me and then, as we got to the door, he leaned down again and kissed me again - but this time full on .... on the lips."

There was silence for a while, while Jake absorbed what his wife had said. He knew that Peter had taken a liking to Kayla and in all probability wanted to fuck her. Then again, he felt instinctively from their lengthy correspondence that Peter could be trusted and would be unlikely to take things any further without talking to Jake first. He looked at Kayla and was about to make some remark, when she went on,

"I don't know why Jake but I felt really hot when he first kissed me and by the time he got up to go, I was almost wishing he'd make a proper pass at me. As it was, the moment he started to kiss me again by the front door, my mouth opened almost automatically and I couldn't stop my tongue reaching out to part his lips; but he pulled away gently and mumbled that he'd better control himself before things went too far. Then he just pecked my cheeks and said he might see us both tonight if we weren't doing anything.

"There. Now you know what happened .... Or rather, what didn't happen. Sorry if I got carried away but he's a really nice guy and I nearly gave in -- but I don't think he'd have let it go any further anyway. Then again, I think I realised even at the time that it would be playing with fire and I don't want anything screwing up what we've got."

Jake was relieved that nothing further had happened and told his wife that he was proud of her for not giving in -- at the same time making some throw-away remark about a Brit who it seemed, could be trusted. 

In his mind though, he was quite disappointed. It would have been incredibly exciting if Peter had tried harder - because he reckoned Kayla might actually have given in and allowed Jake to realise his deepest fantasy. He thought he might turn the conversation in that direction with Kayla later and sound out exactly how she felt. Now though, all he wanted to do was take her into their bedroom and demonstrate just how much he loved her. And he did.

Later that afternoon Peter rang them and asked if they'd like to come over for a meal. Because Jake had to wait in for a business phone call, he suggested that Peter come over to them instead. Peter readily agreed and suggested he should bring over the food he was aiming to serve them at his own house and they agreed to meet about eight.

When they were changing in their bedroom before Peter was due, Jake noticed Kayla putting on a very thin lacy black bra, through which her nipples were clearly visible. This she topped with a loose short blouse which still just allowed the outline of her nipples to be seen underneath. Below this a checked grey mini-skirt with little slits in the sides left little of her shapely thighs uncovered; and as he looked at her, Jake realised that his luscious little wife really had relaxed her dress sense -- almost to the point of wickedness. Nonetheless, he kept quiet and just restricted himself to saying how gorgeous and sexy she looked for their visitor.

When Peter knocked on the door, Kayla rushed to answer it and seeing Peter standing there with food in both hands, she stood up on tip-toe and holding him lightly with her hands on his waist, kissed their tall guest on both cheeks.

They stayed loosely embraced for nearly a minute before Kayla pulled back and with a smile, rested her hands on Peter's shoulders and leant away, looking up into his face.

'Lovely to see you Peter; we're really glad you could come .... aren't we Jake'.

To be continue...