0 comments/ 199917 views/ 13 favorites Primetime Charna: Nude Model By: Audio-visual This is the sixth part of the sexual biography of my wife, Charna. The first five parts, in sequence, were "Teen Charna, My Bride to Be," "Teen Bride Charna's Honeymoon Adventures," "Teen Bride Charna Discovers My Best Man is the Best Man," "Teen Bride Charna Dates My Best Friend," and "Teen Bride Charna's Going-Away Gangbang." This part and the four that follow recount the years that are normally considered the prime of life—the ten years between the ages of 20 and 30. Since Charna turned thirty in 1991, another ten years have passed since she was in "primetime". Most women peak sexually after they reach the age of thirty and that was also the case for my gorgeous wife. Consequently, Charna has stated that her hottest, sluttiest, and most pleasurable sex came after "primetime". Her twenties were the years where her beauty was overpowering, however, and a big part of the excitement in this decade was how easily she could stagger any heterosexual man with her looks. This account of the prime of her life is written as if it was written ten years ago with no knowledge of what was to happen in the 1990's. * * * * * Charna and I moved to Dallas in April 1981, at which time she was 20 and I was 32. Even before we left Denver, I was worried about my gorgeous wife. I knew Charna was constitutionally incapable of monogamy, and I wouldn't love her nearly as much as I do if she had wanted to fight her promiscuous nature. Charna didn't know anybody in Dallas, so she was going to be alone with nothing to do all day, every day. She was going to find men. They were going to fuck her. I didn't care if the men she found fucked her. Hell, her extramarital affairs electrified our marriage, at least the sexual side of it. I was worried that the men who fucked her would also hurt her. Shit, I seemed to read every day about a young woman found dead after a rape. A partner and I were starting a new business in Dallas, an extremely time consuming proposition. I wasn't going to have the time or the knowledge of the city to provide protection for my beautiful bride. My best friend Dick had been Charna's lover as well as her protector during her extramarital dates in Denver. He was a security blanket that I needed only moderately in Denver but that I needed desperately in Dallas. Charna is very intelligent and she has a tremendous memory, but she has a blind spot. She doesn't see the danger inherent in flaunting her body without a man nearby to look out for her. Regardless of how many times she is told or who does the telling, she cannot overcome her belief that men just want to fuck her. She cannot conceive that they might want to hurt her badly or possibly kill her. Her naïveté makes her adorable, but it also imperils her. Problem solving is something I enjoy, and this was a major problem. I couldn't concentrate on my business if I couldn't feel Charna was safe. Actually, there were two problems: what to do immediately, and then how to find a long-term solution. At the time of our move, Charna was a 5'4", 105-pound natural blonde with a great smile. She is still a 5'4", 105-pound natural blonde with a great smile. At the time we moved she had a petite 36C-22-33 body, and while we weren't pioneers in the shaved pussy trend, we were on the cutting edge. She has kept her pussy shaved since early in the first week of our honeymoon in August 1979, so by describing her as a natural blonde I'll have to admit that, if the traditional test is used, I don't really know. I do know she was a natural blonde. Charna has generally had her hair styled according to current trends, but my favorite has always been shoulder length with no perm. Her hair has a beautiful natural curl that rarely tangles. I've heard the adjectives bleached, ash, straw, and platinum used to describe her blonde hair, but I think white is closer than any of them. Charna spends many hours each week taking care of her skin, her hair, and her shaving, which she does religiously every morning. She spends many more hours each week at the health club sweating to keep her body in the shape that men of all ages lust after. While her measurements have changed a little bit since we first met—after all, she's had three kids—she is still stunningly beautiful. Heads turn and eyes follow her wherever we go. She is the same weight she was in her Denver days, although it took a couple months to get back there after her last child, Rose. Charna's aphrodisiac, from the time she first realized that boys liked to look at girls, is and always has been the audacious and impertinent stares from men looking at her as a sex object. She exposes herself as clearly and as fully as possible to make it appear she is one. She absolutely basks in the leers of men openly admiring her body, and she never fails to notice their eyes. If she knows a man is looking, and I swear she can feel eyes focused on her body, she is turned on. If she can verify that he is watching by seeing his eyes, her excitement level is bumped. If she can look at his eyes, have him recognize that she has seen him staring at her tits or her ass, and then see him continue to openly gaze upon her body, she crumbles. Unabashed, intrepid voyeurs set her up to be plucked, and when one who has been brazenly massaging her with his eyeballs has the nerve to talk to her about her body and specific parts of it, especially the erogenous ones, she'll nearly always succumb. She calls it "being bold". Her father is so assertive and so openly sexual with her mom that "bold" is the characteristic she most powerfully associates with maleness. Dirty words have always had a powerful affect on her libido as well, and when men speak about fucking her cunt or her twat or her pussy, her excitement level skyrockets. She dresses her body to show it off, but you might be surprised how infrequently it evokes the response she wants. She knows men look—almost all men look at her. In fact, from the way she dresses, most men openly gawk at her and when she searches for the eyes of those watching her, she is rarely disappointed. She immediately recognizes the glint and its poorly concealed lust as their eyes focus on her body. It is relatively rare for a man to notice that she caught him wishing with his eyes without averting his gaze—most men turn away when she catches them. The rarest find is a man who stares, gets caught, keeps staring, and then approaches her. When one does, her cunt is sloppy, especially if he has the balls to talk nasty to her. Unbelievably beautiful women are often approached less than very pretty women are. Charna was not an exception to this rule. It probably wouldn't be nearly as exciting if it was frequent, but I remember the times I fucked my wife when she sinfully confessed the pleasure she felt when one of them fit the bold mold she loved. I'm still 6'1'' of course, and still the 175 pounds I was when we married. My conditioning is not nearly as good as it was when we wed even though I still get to the gym a couple of times a week. My cock is 7" long and 8½ " in circumference, which is not long but it is a couple of standard deviations away from the normal on the thickness scale. It doesn't recover quite as quickly as it used to. It is still Charna's "Ol' Repeater", but it is rare when it doesn't get fully soft between my first and second orgasms now. She nicknamed it once when I casually called it my peter instead of my cock, and she said it wasn't a peter but a repeater. Then, because of our age difference, she said it had to be an old repeater. Up until I was about 35, I could come twice without getting fully soft between orgasms. Although the physical deterioration is real, in my mind I'm still 18, and the time I spend thinking about sex has not substantially decreased with age. I still get just as turned on as she does by men watching her. I have had a trophy wife to display for a long time, and if a guy has enough testosterone to stare while I am with her, he is doing exactly what both Charna and I want him to do. Trophies are supposed to be displayed. I subtly encourage him to continue by letting him know I know what he is doing and that I approve. I just tell Charna to smile at him, and then I look at him while she does it. I smile conspiratorially at him, and he and I both openly admire my beautiful wife's body. Charna has a strong submissive tendency, and she thinks that men get more excited if they think her husband is intentionally displaying her. I hope she is correct. She loves being displayed and it excites both of us when we know her body has visually aroused a man. Her beauty on parade always arouses. We live exciting lives. While I am incredibly aroused by Charna's displays when I am with her, my involvement is indirect. I tell her who is watching, what he can see, whether I can smell her cunt, where she should go so he can see better, how she should move so he can see more, etc. Charna is the one who has the goods to exhibit, and I am secondary to her body, her clothing, and her positioning. I am, however, directly involved in the display she provides in two fundamental ways. First, I select the clothes she wears on a daily basis, and second I select and purchase all her clothes. In our house, as soon as our children are in bed, she strips nude. I am a simple man, and her fully unclothed body has always given me more visual pleasure than when she wore "slinky little things". Teasing outfits are for public display because she can't legally be naked, but in private I want to see every inch of her skin. She has been naked in our apartments and in our house so much that she has become accustomed to the temperature. She can sit naked quite comfortably at 70 degrees. Charna goes to bed nude and wakes up nude. As soon as she wakes, she showers. I am an early riser, so by 7:00 AM or so when she begins her shower I'm dressed and ready to go to work. I read the paper and drink coffee until I hear the shower. Then I go into the bedroom to select her wardrobe for the day. When Charna returns to our bedroom, she is ready for her day with the exception of her clothes. Her makeup and hair are perfect, her nails are polished, and she is shaved smooth everywhere except her head. I have the clothes she is going to display herself in neatly placed on the bed when she comes out of the master bath, and she says it is part of her daily ritual to imagine what sexy clothing I will have selected for her. There are at least two sets: exercise gear, including swimsuits, and casual or everyday clothes. If she goes out at night, whether with me or on a date, she showers again while I select her evening wear. Exercise clothing can be extremely sexy, and I love picking what she will wear at her health club. She goes daily, and I love to hear how she teased in the clothes I chose. Sweat frequently increases the display, and Charna is no stranger to sweat. She works hard, and her tights and tops cling and mold much more revealingly when she has a legitimate wet t-shirt appearance. She has 10 or 12 of the sexiest bikini, thong, and knit bathing suits ever made, and I make her swim daily. It keeps her body perfect, and it gives us fuck topics at night. She also tans in a bed twice a week—just enough to give her skin a permanent, all-over, light bronze color. Charna has coats, gloves, and all those other things she sometimes needs because of weather, but I pick what she wears indoors. For everyday and evening wear, I select from six groups: skirts, dresses, gowns, tops, shoes and panties. No bras. No pants. No shorts. No sleepwear. No hosiery. The skirts and dresses are all short and the gowns are all seductively slit. Some of the miniskirts and dresses have side slits as well, but all her gowns have the slit in the middle. Her halters, blouses, sweaters, and other tops all are either low cut, sheer, cut off, or made from incredibly soft cloth that molds itself to her tits. My favorites have all four of these properties. Except for her exercise shoes, every pair she owns has high heels. Charna long ago got used to them, and she never complains of any discomfort. Her legs look great in them and she knows it. Her panties are all so sheer she might as well not have any on, and I frequently forget to select any. Charna acquiesces to my wishes every time. She has never made one negative comment about my taste nor has she ever requested me to pick something for her to wear. She has made many positive comments, however, and she will often thank me for selecting the clothes she is wearing. I have sometimes wondered what she would do if there were no clothes on the bed when she came to get dressed. Charna has stunningly perfect skin, and because of her mild, overall, year-round tan, she never wears hose. She rarely wears jewelry, but if she wants to I let her select it. She also selects the clothing she wears over my choices when we have cold weather, but Dallas doesn't get too much of it. I have purchased nightgowns and hosiery for Charna, but only to satisfy the prurient interests of her dates. When she showers in preparation for a date, she undergoes the same ritual except she knows I will have chosen revealing, and oftentimes scandalous, attire while she's primping for him. The more provocative her apparel is, the more aroused she is when she walks out to her date's car. I always forget to select panties for her dates, and I love sending her out the door in slinky fuck me attire. She always tells her date to honk, and I love peeking as she saucily strolls toward his car. She knows I am watching, so as he holds the door for her to get in, she exhibits her cunt as clearly and slowly as she can. If there was any doubt in his mind before she got in the car, it is gone by the time she is seated. He is going to get laid. The second way I am involved in her exhibitionism is by my active participation in the purchase of her wardrobe. I have the final say, and because I love showing her off, I never select anything that won't do that. The changing rooms at stores always hold the potential for "accidental" exposure, and we have located some situated perfectly for this purpose. It is one of the primary considerations in our selection of stores, and I have a feeling some architects design dressing rooms for exposure rather than concealment. Thanks guys. Even the store where she buys all her exercise clothing has a wonderful undressing area, and some of her work out clothing is as revealing as any of her everyday clothes. We sometimes head for stores with great dressing rooms as a weekend recreational activity, like other people go to a movie. Our shopping is targeted partly at finding new packages to wrap her in, but it is also targeted at unveiling the contents of the package they are wrapping. The contents of interest are her tits and her pussy. Dallas is a large city, and we haven't run into neighbors or friends yet because we don't pick stores close to home. It's inevitable that we will, however, and even that thought excites us. We have had some memorable shopping trips where Charna modeled scandalously revealing outfits for me while a number of men in the store also saw what I saw. As I mentioned in the introduction to this story, I was very worried about Charna's safety in Dallas. Her exhibitionism was already in the core fabric of our lives, as you can tell from the time and clothing money we invested to insure that she would arouse every heterosexual man. Her nymphomania was even more arousing and more primal. Her desire to show men what they wanted to see and her yearning to let them have what they saw were quintessential to her being, but not all men are nice. The same submissive desire to satisfy the brainstem needs of men also quenched her own central wants, but it also placed her in danger. I tackled the short-term problem quickly by acting on one of my fondest college memories. I remembered how excited I got seeing coeds model nude in my drawing class in college, which I only took so I could see totally naked girls while a number of other guys were also looking at them. It always flipped my switch when a woman was naked in front of many men, and I remember thinking how turned on each model must have been to be showing her cunt to so many horny guys. I always had the same thoughts about strippers, but for much of my adult life they couldn't legally strip off their g-strings. I took some photos of Charna to the art department at Brookhaven Community College. Within three weeks of our arrival in Dallas she was posing naked for several photography classes. If you have read any of the previous stories, you know how hard it made me to arrange for an entire class see my naked wife. They would all see her arousal when she flaunted her pussy at them. I absolutely knew, without asking and without ever seeing it, that Charna loved being the only naked person in the room, and I knew her poses would be as flagrantly sexual as the instructors would permit. Because every eyeball in the class would be intently focused on her cunt, I knew the male students would be talking about her cunt to each other and that they would all be using the adjectives shaved, drenched, engorged and pulsating to most accurately describe it. If guys couldn't figure out she would be dying to give up her cunt to any of them, they didn't deserve a college degree. She posed for an 8:00 PM evening photography class as her first assignment, but she didn't get home until almost 11:00. I turned the recorder on as soon as she got in bed and a finger in her pussy revealed the reason she was late. I positioned myself and slid my cock into her obviously cum-filled cunt with no foreplay at all. "How was posing?" God, that felt good. It had been almost a month since I had slipped into her cunt when it was filled with come. "Oohh god Kirk I loved it….mmm that feels great". "Uunnhh shit I love your wet pussy. What happened?" I stroked slowly with long, deep strokes. I needed to be slow. "You saw the written instructions I got in the mail. I found Dr. Bondi's office and he was there….oohh god honey your cock feels so big tonight." From my viewpoint, her pussy felt tight. It was almost like she was kegeling; so I knew whoever had fucked her didn't have a fat cock. "Your cunt is so slick…uunngg what was he like?" I had no idea if he had been the one who fucked her, but I knew he had seen her nude and even that thought increased my arousal. "He was young honey. I expected an old professor. He's younger than you….oohh honey fuck me….mmmm he's a hunk." A hunk. I loved hearing those words. Hunks should fuck gorgeous girls. Like my wife. "Uunngg shit did he like looking at you?" I always asked, but it was always a stupid question. When teachers tell you there is no such thing as a stupid question, they are filling you with another load of bullshit. "Ooohh god honey he made me stand and turn around for him….oohh I was so turned on. You know what I was wearing." Ah, a private show before the public unveiling. Of course I knew what she was wearing. I had selected it. "Of course….uunngg I picked it didn't I?" "It" was all she had on, and "it" was short, silky, and extremely thin. I had removed some of the buttons on the front-buttoning sundress (well, maybe more than some), so I knew she could only button the middle buttons that started just below nipple level and ended just above pussy level. "Oohhh god yes. He told me he liked the way I was dressed….oohh god honey fuck me hard." I pictured her turning around in that dress, and I knew if her turning had any sort of angular velocity at all, he would have been able to see her cunt and one of her tits. "He has good taste. He has a Ph.D. in art, so he should….uunngg I'm right on the edge. I love this feeling." Charna knew I was there, and she loved it when I was. She often told me that she pictured my face in her dreams the way it was when I was trying to keep from coming. I knew I had a dream face right then. Primetime Charna: Nude Model "Ooohh me too Kirk. Wait a little while if you can….you feel so good." She liked my cock (and every other cock) to be rock hard when she came. Her pleasure was intensified if she could move left and right and up and down (as well as in and out) when she came, and the stiffness of the cock was important to her. If I came too long before she did, my cock wasn't rock hard when she came and her grind didn't provide maximum pleasure. "Uunngg shit I'm trying. What did you say when he said he liked how you looked?" "I just said, 'Thank you, Dr. Bondi.' He told me to call him Gerardo, not Dr. Bondi." First names always tend to decrease any social gap. He was older, in a position of respect, and a stranger, so it was an important step in seducing young girls like my wife. He didn't know it was unnecessary with Charna. "Uunngg that's cool. So did Gerardo like my wife's body?" I'm a dumb question junkie. "Ooohh honey he did. He told me to change and leave my clothes in his office….ooohh god I'm so bad…..He pointed at a tiny robe hanging on a nail and started to give me instructions to the classroom." I knew Charna, so I knew what was coming. "Uunngg I know what you did". "What?" "You changed in front of him and let him escort you to the classroom." "Oohh god yes. I was still standing and all I had on was that thin silk sundress so I just took it off….oohh honey your cock is sooo hard." It was about to lose its full rigidity. Fuck I was close. "Uunngg shit it can't get any harder. Then what? I'll bet you didn't put that robe on right away did you?" "Oooohh god no. I asked him what I should do." I could picture her standing naked in front of him asking him what she should do. I had no doubt her legs were not modestly together in a model's pose, and I was sure she was facing him full on. "That's a pretty wide open question…uunngg shit I'll bet he was thinking twice before he answered that one." Who wouldn't? I never fucked around after I married Charna, but I still had nasty comments on the tip of my tongue when girls left themselves open like that. I just never said them. "Ooohh god honey I hope so….He told me to move every few seconds so the images would continually change for the camera….oohh god your cock feels so good tonight." I had to agree. My cock did feel good. "Then he said I could do anything except touch myself while I posed." I knew that induced a stream in her cunt, and I began to picture her standing in front of him with juice all around her opening. "Uunngg do you know how much I love this? He was staring at your pussy wasn't he? Shit your cunt is so beautiful, how could he help it?" I like to answer my own rhetorical questions. "Oohh honey he was….he never looked at my eyes while he gave me posing instructions…oohh I love to talk to you like this while you fuck me." I love it too. We share an intimacy that not many other married couples share, and it is undeniably exciting for both of us. "Uunngg and I love to hear your stories. I miss the stories you used to tell me in Denver." Even before the time my best friend Dick fucked her, we almost never fucked without talking about somebody else fucking her. "Oohh honey I miss that too. I miss telling you about your friends…. oohh god I loved getting fucked by them." "I miss it too….uunngg shit your cunt is slick. So then what happened tonight?" "Gerardo said we had better get to class….oohh honey he had a hard on when he stood up. He held the robe for me, but when he wrapped it around me he ran his hands across my nipples." She liked it better when men openly touched her rather than doing it as a cheap feel, but any touch was a good touch to my wife. "Uunngg damn Charna. How did that feel?" "Ooohhh god honey it was a direct shock right to my cunt….mmmm then he turned and his cock rubbed against my ass….ooohh god honey I'm so close…..he pushed it against me for a couple of seconds before he opened the door so we could go." He didn't look her in the eye and tell her what he was going to do like she preferred, but he did let her feel he was interested. I pictured his cock against her gorgeous ass and that was the trigger I couldn't resist any longer. "Uunngg shit I love to fuck you Charna….I'm sorry I can't hold it anymore." The vision of this anonymous professor taking advantage of a young coed sent me over the edge, and my contractions were so intense there was an element of pain. When I come I lose all track of my surroundings, but when the severest portion of my orgasm had passed I could feel Charna was also coming. "Oooohhh god oooohhhh god ooohhh fuck me fuck me oohhh oohhh honey oohhh god ohhh I love to come oooohhh god honey I love to fuck." We both came with the intensity one has after a prolonged period of celibacy. We hadn't been celibate, but it had been twenty-six days since another man had fucked my gorgeous wife. Neither of us wanted it to happen again. I knew her orgasms were as intense as mine were, but the difference was that she was able to subconsciously speak real words during hers. I just grunted and moaned during mine, and it was only by listening to our tapes that I knew I made any sounds at all. She wrenched my cock every possible direction during her orgasm, and I was proud it was still fully rigid by the time she started to calm. It half softened after she finished her orgasm, and it didn't take long to become fully hard again. Charna likes that short time interval between a spurting hard cock and the same cock hard for a second time ready to begin another climb to Mt. Orgasm. I like to stroke my half-hard cock into her cunt after she has come too. She is a little too sensitive for my true boner and the sperm squishing around always helps me get hard again. "That was great Charna. But I still don't know who fucked you." "I'll tell you. Just hold on. I want your next one to be as good as that one. We walked down the hall in the art department and all I had on was this tiny robe….oohhh god I could feel my pussy juice on my thighs and I was going to take the robe off so an entire class could see it." "Uunngg shit I've seen you in front of a whole room of guys waiting to fuck you…you loved it. I bet you loved it tonight too." She had been the star of a gangbang movie as part of her going-away party in Denver. "Ooohh god honey I did….I loved having them all see how turned on I was." "How big was the class?" "Ten guys and two girls…oohh god honey even the girls watched my cunt. I kept moving and they kept taking pictures." "Did you see any hard ons?" "Ooohh yess….oohh god fuck me hard honey. Some of them caught me looking. I just smiled at them." "I know sloppy seconds. It went further than smiling." I wasn't so sensitive now that I had already come once, so I was able to stroke long, hard, and fast while I listened to her. "Oohh honey it went all the way….mmm your cock is so hard again….It started with me keeping my legs together but I could see all the guys—and one girl—trying to see my cunt." "Uunngg shit I'll bet those gorgeous legs weren't together very long." "Ooohh god honey I was so wet…I could feel their eyes on my nipples and my cunt. it wasn't long before I let them see how wet I was….oohh honey fuck me hard…. . mmm I could smell my cunt and I hoped everybody could." "I'll bet they could….uunngg shit your cunt is so slick when it's full…I think I would like to always get sloppy seconds.". "Oohhh god it feels so good. I think it's better for both of us." It is better. She likes to tell me about guys who fuck her, I like to hear about them, and we both think our bodies fit together better after she has been fucked. "So what happened?" "Gerardo said I needed to take a five minute break after 25 minutes. I was hot and I was sweating just a little on my forehead, so I asked if there were any sodas. One guy said there was a machine down the hall and that he would be happy to buy me one. I let him escort your naked wife down an art department hall to a soda machine….oohhh god honey I was so turned on…. several students not in the class stopped to watch me pass. I really put on a show of swiveling my hips. Gerardo saw me reenter the classroom, and he motioned to me to go over to him." "I'll bet he told you to wear your robe, didn't he?" He had to enforce some rules, but I'll bet if he had his druthers…. "Yes. He said if I was going outside the classroom, I had to wear it." "But he didn't tell you to wear it inside the classroom?" Interesting. Apparently he didn't care if she was nude when she mingled; she just couldn't do it outside the classroom. "No. He just looked. Mostly at my cunt….ooohh fuck me honey fuck my cheating cunt." I had an image in my mind of Gerardo and the rest of the class standing right next to Charna. She was naked; everybody else was fully clothed. "Unnngg my cock is so sensitive right now….So you posed some more. Then what happened?" "Oooohhh god ooohhh honey fuck me harder….When class was over, Gerardo walked me back to his office. As soon as he locked the door…. oohh god honey I love your cock…..he stripped my robe off and began to feel me. I was so ready that I came as soon as he put his finger in my cunt. …..oohh god fuck my cunt ooohh fuck my cunt….he fucked me twice. Now I'm full, and you're fucking me with his come inside me." "Uunnggg I miss this. I love fucking your sloppy cunt and hearing you tell me about the other cocks that fuck it. I'm right on the edge again." It is my favorite mental state. I love trying to prolong the time before I come, and it is torture to listen to Charna's narratives without letting go. Sweet, aching, longing torture. "Ooohh honey oooohhh I'm there too. I'm always so turned on when you fuck me after another cock has been inside me." "Uunngg your cunt has just been filled by a new cock. Hurry Charna. I'm so close." I knew Gerardo's cock was not above average in size or she would have mentioned it, but just having a different cock in her pussy after an absence was great. "Ooohhhh god ooohhh yes fuck me fuck my slutty cunt oohhh god fuck my cunt oohhh that's it oohhh I'm commming." "Uuunnnngggg shit." My body was again subjected to the intense rhythmic involuntary muscle contractions so powerfully centered in the pleasure center of my brain. Nude modeling turned out to be a great quick fix to our unique lifestyle. The exposure placed her in sexual situations where she could find plenty of college boys to fuck her. I figured the danger was minimal. Everybody else in the class would know whom she left with so the chances of any weirdo doing anything to her were slim. Of course, danger is a relative thing, and we totally ignored the possibility of STD's. AIDS wasn't on the scene yet. She had been on the pill for a long time so pregnancy wasn't an issue. Within three months of signing her up as a nude model, 14 of the guys taking the classes and two of the instructors had fucked her. She was dating three of them, including Gerardo. When she went back to model for the first class after a guy in the class had already fucked her, she loved hearing whispers passed around as she posed on the stage. She was naked and they all knew she had fucked one of the students in the class. She always wore her wedding ring, so many college students knew she was a cheating wife. Charna was recreating the "easy slut" reputation she had so much enjoyed in high school, but "easy adulterous slutwife" added more zing to the reputation she was generating in her new town. It thrilled her. Charna loved it when I made her tell me everything. She always answered every question I asked and she trembled with passion as I forced her to undergo this erotic catechism. All the guys she let fuck her in this period had already seen her nude, but they had to fuck her somewhere else. These encounters were extremely stimulating. Where did you go first? Did you tease him? Did you let him see your tits? How long? Did he see your pussy? Were you wet? What did he do? What did he say to get you to go with him? What did you say to let him know he could fuck you? Did he totally strip you before he took any of his clothes off? Did he finger you for very long? One or two fingers? Did he lick your pussy juice off his fingers? Did he make you lick it off? Did he suck your nipples? Did you suck his cock? Did he come in your mouth? I never asked if she swallowed. She did if he came in her mouth. Did he eat your pussy? And then I would ask the questions that turned me on the most. How many times did you come while he was fucking you? What positions did he fuck you in? Did anyone see you? Where were you when he fucked you? How long did he fuck you? Did you come when he came? Was he big? How did his cock feel in your cunt? Did he fuck you more than once? Are you going to let him fuck you again? Blowjobs and eating pussy are fine diversions, but both Charna and I like the fucking the most. Any questions that had to do with the main act were the ones I was most interested in. Since she was on the pill at the time, she just let them all come inside her. I loved slipping my prick into the hot sperm still inside her pussy, and it always seemed to me like I just moved smoother when she had a load or two on board. Probably the most exciting session for both of us was the night Gerardo had her pose with one of the nude male models. Gerardo had told her that she was going to pose with one of them, and we had fucked the night before to the possibilities in that situation. When she got home I was primed. I turned on the recorder and slid into her cum-filled cunt in one smooth stroke. "Uuunngg I love that first shove when your nasty cunt is full." She was tight and slick to the end of her cunt. The pressure on all sides of my cock was intensely pleasurable and there was no need to spend time lubricating the depths of her cunt like I had to when she was not full. "Oooooohhhh god oooohhh honey that is my favorite thing in life. Mmmm nothing feels as good as when your cock first stretches my cunt….oohh god I can feel this is going to be good…Your cock is so fat that it helps both of us when it is full of come." She was right. Not only did her adultery increase our enjoyment from a mental standpoint; it also increased our pleasure due to purely physical feeling. "Who fucked you?" I could hardly wait, and my cock was at the point I had to fight to keep from firing. Her words were like a twitchy finger on the hair trigger of a target pistol, and I knew it wouldn't take long for her to say something that would move that finger just enough. I knew I would come twice, and I just hoped she could get part of the story in before I came the first time. "Slow down, tiger. You'll hear all of it…oohhh that's it fuck me ooohh god fuck me….I was so bad honey." Those words were like Rhapsody in Blue to me. When she said she had been bad, I knew the story would be great. "So bad" to Charna was synonymous with "pleasured enormously for a long time". "Uuunngg shit I love it when you say that." "You should have seen the guy I posed with honey….ooohhh god fuck me hard….He was buff. His name is Dixon." Buff is a good adjective for guys who should fuck my wife. "Was he…uunngg shit…was he nude too?" The male models in my drawing class couldn't remove their jock straps. I had been picturing in my mind my naked wife posing with a totally naked stud in front of the entire class. I hoped many of the photos couldn't be legally developed at a commercial shop. "Oooohhh god was he. He was so strong and he looked like a professional model….ooohhh god you make my cunt feel so good." "Uuunngg did you pose touching each other?" "Not at first….ooohhh fuck me ooohhh god fuck my cunt oohh fuck my nasty cunt….then Gerardo told us to hold hands and it just escalated from there….ooohh I was so wet the smell permeated the room." "Uuunngg I love your smell. I think it causes erections by itself." "Ooooohhhhh god ooohhh fuck me honey….He sure got one. It was twitching like yours does when you are on the edge." "Uuuunnngg shit. You mean like mine is right now?" I pulled out for a second to prove Ol' Repeater was bouncing like a springboard after a dive. "Ooohhh god yes…please put it back in my cunt honey ooohh god fuck me. His cock isn't nearly as fat as yours, but it is at least a couple of inches longer." "Uunngg did you touch it while you posed with him?" "Ooohhh honey I touched it and swallowed it and then he fucked me with it." "In front of the class?" "Oooohhh god yes….ooohhh I was so bad honey…I let him fuck me in front of 6 guys and one girl, not counting Gerardo. They walked around and took pictures while I sucked his cock and then he pushed me down and fucked me….ooohhh god I loved it honey." Well, that image did it for me and I couldn't stop the oncoming flood. "Uunngg shit Charna I'm coming." Sometimes my cock spurts very powerful spurts capable of traveling a couple of yards and sometimes it spurts so it barely has any ejection speed at all. The strength of the contraction determines the range, and I believe if I hadn't shot inside her cunt that these rhythmic bursts would have set a new distance record. I was overpowered by the acute sensation and surrendered totally to the repeated crashing of wave after wave of pleasure. My cock barely softened at all, and Charna came just at the end of my outpouring. "Oooohhh god honey sometimes it's better for me if you come first….ooohhh fuck me hard honey…..I can feel you shoot inside me and it feels so good." Although I was just beginning to reenter the world of conscious thought, I recognized the truth in her statement. She was usually so overwhelmed by her own bliss that she was unable to detect the throbbing characteristic of male orgasm. As the intensity of sensation ebbed after our orgasms, I was able to begin to logically question her again. "Didn't Gerardo say or do anything?" "No. In fact….ooohhh god honey he had already fucked me five or six times, including twice on dates….he set me up honey." I wondered how many times he had done this. It would surely be his job if any administrators found out. "Uuunngg shit I'm hard again….he's living dangerously." "I guess so. Everybody in the class knew I was a slut. Two of the guys in the class had already fucked me….ooohhh god fuck my cunt hard ooohh fuck my cunt….I don't think any of the students will say anything." Maybe not, but there were a lot of photographs taken. "Uunngg shit I wonder what he'll do on your next date." "I've got a date to go to a party with him on Saturday….he told me he told everyone he invited to bring a camera….oohhh god Gerardo took photos too and told us to change positions. Dixon must have fucked me….ooohh god you are so hard again….he fucked me in at least 10 different positions. I came…..ooohhh god I love to come when people are watching…I must have come at least five times." What an image. I couldn't wait to see the photographs. "Uuuunnngg shit did he come inside you?" I knew somebody had because I was using his sperm as my lubricant. "Oooohhhh god honey he did but not the first time….ooohhh god this was so hot….Gerardo said I should suck him off until he was ready to come, then have him shoot all over my face and into my open mouth….ooohh it was like a porno film honey." The images just kept compounding, and I knew I would have to get a set of photographs from at least a couple of the students in the class. "Uuuunnnggg shit I'm almost ready again. I want to shoot on you like Dixon did." Usually I preferred to fill her cunt, but the image of hot come stringing over her face was too much to resist. "Oooohhh god yess…..ooohhh honey I'm coming." I rode out the violence in her movements while her body had another shuddering climax. I moved over her torso so I straddled her chest. She lifted her head enough for her hand to bend my upward pointing cock down to her mouth. She sucked with the power of a vacuum cleaner, and the result was instantaneous. She knew I had crossed the bridge with no way back, and she pulled my cock out of her mouth and positioned the head directly over her mouth. The first ejection was a string that went from her hair to her nostril, with a direct path over her left eye. The second spasm ejected a shorter string that ended on her waiting tongue, and most of the sperm spewed from the remaining contractions ended in her mouth. She looked at me with those doe eyes as she lifted her head so she could savor the taste of my come as she swallowed it. She continued to lovingly look at me as she scraped all the come off her face and licked it off her fingers. The indelible image was one I vowed to recreate more often. Primetime Charna: Nude Model I did manage to get two sets of pictures from her photography class fuck, and they fill almost half an album. I already had many photos of Charna getting fucked, but the most exciting thing about these was the background. The other student photographers were visible in most of the pictures. The photos revealed every one of the guys with a camera had a hard on, and the fire in their eyes as they watched my beautiful wife get balled just inches from their cameras was evident. Charna and I continue to have memorable fucks looking at the photos of her being fucked, and these are some of our favorites. My home office now has one complete bookcase and over half of another filled with her photo albums, and we have 18 videotapes Dick took and even a porno film. I keep my office locked and we have forbidden the kids to go in it. God forbid the kids ever discover them. * * * * * Thanks to all of you who voted. A vote is a comment of sorts, but I get no help on how to improve. Special thanks to those of you who offered feedback. I hope my writing is stiffening or wetting the appropriate targets better than it used to. How could it be better for you?