16 comments/ 67177 views/ 23 favorites Rachel Started with Her Pics Ch. 01 By: spoonatuna True, I have always had this hard-driving fantasy to see my wife taken by other men. But, as I headed out the door to spend a year away from her, supposedly defending my country, we had yet to experience that wonderful fantasy. It wasn't that my wife, Rachel, was averse to involving another man in our bedroom, quite the opposite. Rachel is a very sexy woman and a very confident woman at that. Her confidence is what, essentially, makes her that much more sexy. Very little, in regards to sex, disgusted her; there was very little she wouldn't try. She is the perfect woman!!! Before she met me Rachel had had experiences of various sorts. She'd been in threesomes with an ex-boyfriend with another woman and she'd even had a threesome with two women. We had talked openly about those experiences and I knew them well; even though I hadn't been there those scenes ran through my minds hundreds, if not thousands of times. It was always so easy for me to imagine other hot girls going down on her, licking her pussy and bringing her to orgasm. It was a fantasy that wouldn't die easily. I am in my mid-thirties and Rachel is 27. She's a beauty, pale skin with dark Italian hair. Her eyes sparkle and speak a language all their own. They were the first thing that sucked me into her world and they have held onto me tightly ever since. Though she has small boobs they are incredibly perky and proportionate and absolutely wonderfully perfect. There is no sag in them and it's wonderful. I love making her nipples stand on end. And her ass, don't get me started on her ass. It's absolutely amazing; one that you just want to sink your teeth into. Rachel is also a dancer, so it's very easy for her to keep her ass and legs in great shape. I swear, the woman is like a spider---she's all legs. From the moment we might the electricity was high. It didn't matter to either one of us that we didn't like each other much from moment number one; there was something there, something undeniable about her—about us. There was a magnetic draw between us; no matter how hard we wanted to be away from each other we couldn't stay away. Wherever we went we seemed drawn to each other; we seemed to simply be at the same place as if one of us could feel the other and unconsciously found ourselves seeking that missing piece, finding it in the person we didn't like. Needless to say, neither one of us was found of the fact that we couldn't deny each other. That energy simply continued to build and build until we both realized that fighting it was a ridiculous waste of our time and we gave in and, once we did, it was amazing. To this day I still can clearly see and feel that first kiss, first touch....a grown man and I shook like a school boy getting to third base for the first time. So all this wonder and joy is dearly missed. Why, you ask? Well because I'm not with Rachel. Unfortunately my job has taken me overseas, halfway around the world and the woman I treasure and adore. Neither one of us wanted this or asked for this but it's what life has dealt us and we're dealing with it. But we're not fooling anyone, least of all ourselves. It's tough being away from each other and knowing that it was going to be an entire year didn't help things. So we had to plan activities that broke up the monotony and also gave us something to look forward to. I planned things like internet chats and online poker and games to keep us involved with fun activities but it was Rachel who came up with the killer idea. It came as a surprise, but Rachel got the idea to take monthly "themed" pictures of herself and send them to me. It was my job to try and figure out what the theme was. It was a great idea. Rachel has a sparkling personality and a smile to knock anyone out so I couldn't wait to see what she would devise. Being the little devil she is she was "kind" enough to let me know when she'd mailed the pictures. The week of waiting for them to come in the mail was excruciating. But the wait was worth it when the pictures came. I tore open the package before I even got back to my place. It was the most difficult drive I've ever had; torn between keeping my eyes on the road and the pictures of my wife. It was February and it was easy to pick out the theme she'd chosen. There were a slew of wonderful pictures of her standing in our bedroom in ski clothes. One by one as I flipped through the pictures Rachel decided to tease me with either the pose or the amount, or lack of, clothing. She started with pictures of her striking silly poses, her scarf wrapped around her long, sexy neck, the hood of her jacket pulled over her hair. Pictures with her tongue out, pictures of her pulling the hood down staring sexily into the camera. Then she turned her ass toward the camera, slipping the jacket off. Picture by picture she began disrobing for each subsequent picture. Her ski pants suspenders were pulled out, her thumbs hooked in them, a wicked smile on her face. My body began warming at the photos; her smile gets me enraptured and the world melts away when I stare at her perfect grin. But just as she got down to her tee shirt and shorts the theme stopped. I was crushed at first, until I unwrapped the next sheet of paper which contained a few more pictures.....and these were worth waiting for. She wore the dress we got married in and teased me with various pictures of her in the dress and slightly pulling up the dress to expose her long legs in stockings. Some pictures were shot from above and some; the best were shot from below, up through her dress and legs. The pictures were perfect; they showed all the leg in the worlds without showing her panties at all, simply implying they were there. The next outfit was a green St. Patties t-shirt pulled tight from the waist to the neck in that wonderful "country girl" style and the tightest pair of white shorts you'll ever see. It was in these pictures that she started shooting more and more of her ass, giving me the look over her shoulder—knowing that it is my favorite look of hers. The culminating picture is of the shirt pulled up just underneath her breasts, her legs spread in a standing V and her thumbs hooked into the tops of those wonderfully tight shorts, pulling them down just to the top of her panty line. Suddenly I was hungry and couldn't figure out why. The next set was of her in a red nightie and on the bed. I couldn't think of a better place for her to be. She was holding the camera shooting down at her face and then had set it off to the side of the bed for the next shots. On her back, Rachel stuck a leg into a v-shaped arch and tilted herself up on her elbows and leaned her head back. Her pronounced neck was just begging to be nibbled on. Then she had found my guitar, the acoustic I left behind, and decided she and it should make friends. She pulled the bedspread down over the bed and spread it out on the floor and laid on it with the guitar in front of her completely naked body!!!! I haven't had sex with anything except my hand for a month and here was my beautiful wife completely naked but hiding behind my wonderful acoustic guitar. Just before my temperature went through the roof, the last picture was of the guitar standing on end, straight up into the air. Rachel sat behind the guitar, her legs spread to each side of the guitar as she leaned forward against it; hiding all of her vital "girl" parts. The pictures were wonderful, so absolutely wonderful. I got hard just looking at them and couldn't look at them enough. How many times I had put them away only to pull them back out again and enjoy them. The phone call that night was torture; Rachel spent the entire time laughing at my enjoyment of the pictures. She was so happy that they worked for me so well and I told her that I planned on enjoying them routinely. And I did just that. As the days passed I looked at those pictures over and over again, so happy that I have such a sexy, fun and open wife. Nothing got me through those days of work and misery being away from her without the knowledge that I could go home to pull out those pictures again. There was only one problem though. The pictures, as wonderful as they are, were difficult to enjoy her full sexiness because she had to operate the camera by herself. She was forced to either hold the camera and try to get good angles or she set it on the timer and tried to get into position before it snapped the picture. I wondered how much better the pictures would have been if she had someone to take them for her and decided that I would talk to her about it. Rachel wasn't shocked when we talked and I expressed my thoughts. She, to her credit, agreed that they would have come out better if someone had taken them for her. "Don't get me wrong babe," I told her; "I absolutely love them." "I know honey," she replied. God, that's what I love about that woman. She isn't like any woman I've ever known. I can be so open and honest with her. "I wasn't thinking that." "What were you thinking then?" "Well," she paused, "I was thinking I could see if someone wouldn't mind taking next month's spread." I loved her word choice, my mind wandering to wonderful places. "You would be okay with that?" She paused. "Yeah, why not? What do you think?" "Oh I don't know," I answered honestly. "I think it would be great. Then I could soak up all of you and not have your arm in every picture." We shared a laugh but the other end of the phone got quiet. "Are you okay, honey?" "Yeah," she answered. "I was just thinking about it and how much nicer the pictures would be if someone else took them." I agreed, picturing the possibilities already. Her question broke my thoughts. "You wouldn't mind it?" I laughed. "Absolutely not. Why would I. I mean, I guess it would depend on who you had taking the pictures. Did you have anyone in mind?" "Well, no, not really," she giggled. "This was your idea mister, remember?" "Yeah, I do. Well would you want a guy to do it?" "A guy?" she asked tentatively. "Yeah," I said. "Our closest friends are the guys who come over for poker and football. Any one of them is like a brother to me." Rachel guffawed. "I don't know about that, honey. I mean, I know I couldn't do it with one of my girlfriends. You wouldn't have a problem with one of the guys taking pictures of me in the house without you around?" I thought before answering. "No, I wouldn't mind. I trust those guys and I need to see you and if this is the way it has to be I'd be willing to under one condition." "What is that?" she asked with a hint of suspicion in her voice. "That you get those damn pictures to me immediately," I laughed and she joined me. That broke the ice and we worked out the details of the who, what and when of the next picture session. To us communication is so incredibly important especially when doing something like this with me out of the country. We agreed that my friend Steve would be the one we'd ask. He is a single guy right in between our age with a great personality and he is someone who Rachel has always taken to right from the beginning. They've always been able to get along well because he's a real guy, not one who was too fact to talk real with her or afraid of offending her. He can drink beer with us and not turn into a fool either and, of all of my friends, he is the one guy I knew wouldn't take advantage of the huge level of trust that I was putting in him. "Could I still do the pictures I was planning?" she asked me. "Stop," I ordered, not wanting to hear what she had planned. "I want this to be a surprise for me, don't ruin it." "But honey, some of them could be racy," she warned. She was so cute using the word 'racy'. "I know," I shrugged. "Hell, that's what I'm hoping for." "Okay," she said in a firm voice, "let's do it. This could be fun." With Rachel's agreement I contacted Steve and told him what Rachel and I were thinking. "Are you sure about this?" he asked me. The skepticism was anticipated. "Yes, dude," I told him. "Rachel is doing this thing where she comes up with some theme of the month and sends me the pics. They're great but we both agree that they'd be better if she could just model and had someone to take the pictures. I trust you and know the pictures would be great." "I'm not going to lie," he replied, "I wouldn't mind doing it; Rachel is definitely cool and there's no secret that she's beautiful. I just wouldn't want to fuck anything up and have you guys get mad at me." "How would you do that?" I asked. He didn't have an answer for me. "Don't worry about it, I told him. You are the guy that we trust and we are all adults. Both her and I know that there will be some sexy pictures that might be uncomfortable for both of you but we both trust you and know that we wouldn't trust anyone else with taking the pictures or what you might see when taking them." Steve admitted he was interested and had no problem checking out my hot wife if I didn't mind. "Not at all," I laughed. Rachel and I had never opened our bedroom doors to anyone else but this wasn't like we were doing that. It was simply Steve taking pictures of Rachel. It's not like she hadn't been out in public in a bikini before and it's not like Steve had never seen her dressed like that. The only difference this time would be that Steve and her would be alone on location to do a photo shoot. I told Steve that I would finalize the plans with Rachel and she would let him know. Rachel and I finished making the plans for the upcoming weekend. She would call Steve and give him all of the details as to not ruin the surprise for me. The rest of the week seemed to drag and, because of the time difference, I couldn't talk to Steve until the weekend. He's truly a stand-up guy; he called my international phone that Saturday morning to make sure I was still okay with all of this. Absolutely, I was! Rachel and I talked before the shoot. "How are you doing?" I asked her. "I'm a little nervous babe," she admitted. "But you are right; it's not like Steve hasn't seen me in all the small bikinis I have and we've been friends for so long it's ridiculous to think this is anything different. It will be fun and I can't wait until you see them." "Me either," I agreed. "So I am going honey," there was a little hesitancy in Rachel's voice. "Are you okay, sweety?" "Yes," she answered. "I just hope this goes well." "What do you mean?" "Well, Steve is your friend and he's going to be taking the pictures," she paused, "I just don't want it to be weird around him when we see each other after this. It's not like you're going to be around for a while and I don't want him reacting weirdly." "Don't worry about it," I laughed. "He's not going to. I mean, he'll definitely enjoy looking at you but Steve knows the lines. He won't cross them.....not without our permission." "Huh? Our permission." "Yes, honey," I laughed. "He'd only say or do something if we let him." "Well," she said determinedly, "that's not going to happen but he's definitely going to see a lot of me." "You are such a tease," I said. "I know." I could see her smile from the other side of the world. "Okay, time to go honey." "I love you baby," I smiled, already picturing her sexiness out there for my friend to see. "Have fun." "I will call you after we're done," she said. "Okay." Hours passed and I tried to occupy myself with small tasks around the dormitory I lived in. I left the room for a work out, made something to eat, watched some tv, anything I could to distract myself. I wondered what was happening, what they were doing and it was so powerful. It consumed all of my energy and all of my thoughts. When Rachel finally called I was on the brink of going insane, but in a good way. "Hey baby," the joy in her voice relieved all the pressure that had built up. "Hey gorgeous! How was it?" I couldn't wait to hear the details and Rachel knew it. She wasn't going to torture me. "Oh baby," she started, "you are going to love the pictures. We went through them after we were done and they're amazing. You were so right that they'd come out better if we had someone else do them and they did. I can't wait for you to see them." I couldn't wait either. I wanted to know everything but I didn't want a clue about them either. I just needed to know that Rachel was okay. "Oh, it was fine," she answered. "I was being silly for worrying. You were right; Steve was incredibly sensitive and respectful. I didn't know what I was thinking. Anyways, I'm going to mail them out first thing tomorrow." The few days it took for the pictures to come in were the longest days of my life. In the meantime Steve and I wrote emails to each other. He thanked me for the chance to take pics of Rachel and he constantly commented on her beauty. I thanked him for doing this for us and he said he should be the one to thank me. We agreed that if Rachel wanted to, and if I enjoyed the pictures, we would ask him to take next month's shoot as well. The day finally came when a small package sat in my mailbox. This time I waited until I got back to my room before opening the package. I figured that if I waited this long I could wait the few minutes to get back to my room before opening them. I knew what I was going to do and how I was going to react once I saw them. The pictures started out in the driveway. Rachel was dressed in small shorts and a bikini top, cleaning her Jeep. I laughed; she knew I love her in a bikini, cleaning a truck. How much sexier could she be? There were lots of shots of her just cleaning it, lots of white, bubbly soap all over the Jeep, her hands and arms and her chest. Rachel bent over the hood and looked back over her shoulder. Bending over at the waste to clean the tires. There was something so sexy about the white soap all over her arms and nearly naked chest. Then the water hose came out. She held it close to her body as if embracing it. She squirted it, a wide smile on her face as it shot out. There were pics of her shooting the water in the air and it raining back down on her, soaking her skin, wetting her shorts. The material of the shorts clung to her ass as they got wetter. The last outdoor picture was one of Rachel pouring a bucket of clean water over her head, soaking her dark hair to her skull and completely drenching her shorts. I was so hot looking at the pictures. My cock was rock hard and I had already been stroking myself for a few minutes. The next package read "Inside". I tore open the wrapper. Rachel was standing inside our sun room; staring the camera, her thumbs hooked in her shorts waistband; her eyes teased the camera. I was dying looking at her seductive eyes and I just knew that Steve had to be as well. The pics that followed showed Rachel slowly starting to peel her shorts down her legs, leaving her standing in just her bikini top and bottoms. She toweled her hair, pulling her breasts up and her dark, long curly hair bounce out in ringlets. The next pic had Rachel wrap the towel around her shoulders, draping it over her breasts, covering them. Next she reached behind her and pulled the top of her bikini top string. I was shocked; was she really going to untie her top? I mean, we had talked about her getting sexy in the pics but I had no idea that she was planning on getting naked or exposing herself to Steve and me. I didn't have to wait long....the next pic showed her standing with the towel in place over her now naked breasts, the bikini top dangling from her pinched thumb and finger. I couldn't believe it! My wife had exposed her breasts to my best friend and I was totally hot. I don't know what I couldn't believe more; the fact that Rachel had taken off her top or the fact that I enjoyed the fact that she did. With shaking hands I flipped over the next picture. Rachel was leaning against the glass door, her breasts covered by her hands and her waist thrust out towards the camera. Steven must have dropped to her knees because the camera was level with Rachel's waist. Rachel Started with Her Pics Ch. 01 Next, Rachel stayed leaning back against the door but her hands were no longer covering her breasts, they were now busy tugging at the strings on each side of her bikini bottoms. I swallowed hard. Next the picture came that I both feared and loved. Steve must have backed away because now I could see all of Rachel. Her bikini bottom lay in a heap at her feet, which were spread apart. My wife was now completely naked, her wet hair clung to her chest but it was easy for me, and for Steve, to see her in all of her naked beauty. She radiated sexiness. Next, Rachel stretched her arms above her head, pulling her breasts up and squatted to the floor, making a v-shape with her wide-open legs. Steve had snuck closer and the next picture showed that he was very close to her pussy with the camera. Just at the top of the picture it was easy to see one of Rachel's hands slipping toward her wet lips. A slight change of scenery showed Rachel laying on the floor in the sun room, her legs spread and her hands pinching her nipples. Steve hovered over her with the camera, shooting down at her as she pinched her nipples. The last picture showed her middle finger on her clit. Rachel was masturbating for the camera, for Steve and for me. It was incredibly hot and I shot my load all over my hand. I couldn't wait to talk to my wife!!! The next morning she was slightly cautious when she answered the phone. "What did you think of the pictures?" "Babe, they were wonderful. Sexy. Hot. Just simply amazing." The relief was evident. "Really? You think so?" "Of course," I answered. "God babe, you were so hot; so sexy." "I'm glad you think so," she said. "It wasn't planned to be like that. I wanted to do the outside and inside shot but I got so hot just doing the Jeep shots that when I got inside I couldn't help myself. I needed to cum." "So, you planned on getting naked?" "Yes," she answered. "I told you they pics were going to be racy. You don't mind, do you?" I couldn't lie. "Absolutely not! They were so hot babe. I can't tell you how hot they made me." "Oh yeah," she asked. "Did you jerk off to them?" "Yep," I smirked. "A couple of times." "Nice," she commented. "Then I can't wait until you see next month's pics." Neither could I. To be continued... Rachel Started with Her Pics Ch. 02 I couldn't wait to see what my wife, Rachel, had planned for her third month's pic shoot for me. The first two months were some of the hottest pics I had of my wife. She was relieved that not only did I mind that she had taken hot pics for me, to include her masturbating, but that I didn't mind it happening again. In fact I encouraged it. The fact that my best friend, Steve, had taken the shots for her made it that much hotter and, God knows, waiting for these pics to come in made the time in Korea go much more quickly. Each month Rachel comes up with these wonderful ideas for "themed" photo shoots and sends the pics to me. It is a way to both occupy our time and make the time we're apart pass quicker and it gives both of us a thrill; Rachel loves posing for the cameras and I love looking at her. At 27 she is an incredibly sexy woman; her dark, Italian hair contrasts with her light skin and deep, dark sparkling eyes. She is sexiness embodied and I can't get enough of looking at her. Her first two months worth of pics had been extremely sexy and there were many nights that I passed the time stroking myself to orgasm at them. Last month had been a surprise for me. We both agreed that the pics would be better if someone else took them so I recruited my friend Steve to do the honors. We both trusted him and Rachel felt comfortable with him. The pics that month were everything I wanted them to be. Rachel even ended up shocking me by getting completely naked and masturbating for the camera. Since then Rachel and I have a talked about what happened and Steve and I talked. He admitted it was one of the hottest things he'd ever seen and appreciated me asking him to do it for us. I told him I appreciated the fact that he took care to respect both Rachel and I. He asked if we were going to need him for the next months photo shoot and I told him 'yes' but that I didn't know, and didn't want to know, what Rachel had planned for the shoot. Rachel was glad to hear that I would allow him to take pictures again. "Of course, baby," I admitted. "Those were the hottest pictures I could have asked for from you." "So you didn't really mind that I got naked?" She forgot to mention that she also masturbated but I thought I'd leave that one alone. We hadn't planned on that happening but I had agreed to trust her and allow her to surprise me with whatever she wanted. She surely had done that. "Not at all. I trust both of you." "Good," she said excitedly, "because I have some great plans for this month." "Oh, you do, huh? Can I get hints?" "No!" she exclaimed. "That will ruin it!" "Okay, okay," I put up my hands in a self-defense, as if she could even see me from so far away. "Can't a man just be curious?" "I love you baby," Rachel said. "Of course I want you to be excited about getting them. I think it's awesome and the fact that you get so hot about them is quite the compliment." "It is," I agreed. "So, no hint, huh?" "Nope," Rachel paused, "but I think you'll really like them this time." "I like them last time," I argued. "I know you did but I think you'll really enjoy these now that I know what you like in them and that you're okay with Steve taking the pictures for us. I wasn't sure how that was going to work out but it's given me some ideas." "Oh really?" I questioned. "What's that supposed to mean?" "Nah nah, mister," Rachel said stubbornly. "You will know when the pics come in." So we worked out the details of when her next themed monthly shoot would be. Once we got that out of the way I emailed Steve so that he and I could discuss the plans. When doing something like this we all realized it was essential to be adults and make sure we thoroughly discussed the situation so we all understood each other and we didn't assume anything---as much as possible. "I'm really looking forward to this again and I'm glad you're doing it for us," I told him. "Dude, thank you," he said. "Last time was so hot, I swear. I couldn't believe it when she started taking her bikini off and then when she started pulling down her bikini bottoms I almost shot my load in my pants; sorry dude, but it's the truth." I laughed. "Don't apologize, Steve. Listen, I appreciate you doing this for me. You don't know how much it helps me get through these long weeks knowing that I have something like this to look forward to. If you get a little side benefits then so be it. I'm just grateful that I have someone who can do this for us that we both trust and who respects Rachel and us." "Well I definitely do that," Steve admitted. "So you're not worried about what I'll get to see this time?" "No," I answered, "I'm more worried that you'll fuck up the shot." We both laughed. "Don't plan on it buddy. I plan on getting right in there and getting some good, clear shots for you. I'm getting ready now; have to get all freshened up for the shoot." "You better, but be careful to not tell me anything, I want those pictures to be the first thing I know about the session." "You got it bud," Steve agreed. We stopped the email trail and it wasn't until later that I thought about what Steve had to say when he told me that he had to freshen up for the shoot. There could have been a million reasons why he said that but now I was thinking and I could have killed him for getting me thinking about what Rachel had in store for me, possibly ruining the surprise. I had to call her; I couldn't wait and let the thoughts just eat away at me. "What did he say?" she said cautiously. "Just that he had to freshen up for the shoot," I said. "That's all?" she laughed. "Seriously, that's what's got you calling? Gee honey, I'll have to be careful not to say anything to you if you're going to read into just that little comment." "I know honey," I said, "I just got wrapped up in it because I want this to be a total surprise and his comment just sat weird with me." "Are you sure it's just because you think he might have given you a clue?" she asked. "What do you mean?" "Are you sure it's not something else? Something that you aren't comfortable with because if there is you need to tell me now so I can figure out what you're okay with and what you're not okay with." "Honey, I'm okay," I admitted. "I really am. I'm okay with you planning anything for the shoot. I trust you and I know you know what I want to see. I know that Steve is a good guy. If there's anything that you think will upset me, tell me now so I can dispel it. I seriously want you to just take your shots the way you want and what you think will make them hot. I was just asking." "Okay sweety," she said. "I just wanted to be sure. I have a good feeling that you'll really like these. They'll definitely be hot." With that said we said our 'byes' and hung up. The day came of the photo shoot and I kept myself busy so to be as distracted as possible. Once the shoot was over Rachel called me right away, just like she always did. Our communication still astounded me. She said just as excited as she had after the last shoot. "Oh my honey," she said breathlessly, "this was wonderful. I had so much fun today. Thank you for letting me do it." "Thank YOU," I said. "So you had a good time?" "Oh yes," she exclaimed. "I felt so sexy today. I love doing this. I think we just might have to keep it up even after you come home." "Well, I can't wait to see them," I admitted. "Just have your lotion ready," she quipped. "That hot, huh?" "Yep," was her only answer. The days passed as slowly as they always did when she had her shoots and the package of pics was on the way. No matter what I did during these days it didn't matter, I simply couldn't pre-occupy my time enough. My mind wandered through the possibilities of what Rachel had planned and executed with Steve's help and my mind is quite creative. The possibilities were always endless. As the days passed the conversations I had with Rachel were our typical, daily conversations. She was so good at protecting information that I couldn't coax anything out of her if I wanted to. It was frustrating but it made the wait simply that much more intense. Finally the day came when the small package arrived. I must have looked like a vagabond to the postal clerk the way I hustled to the counter with the small ticket in hand, snatching the package out of his hands and racing away. I could feel his odd expression at my back but I didn't care. I had the new pictures in my hands and was only moments away from enjoying them. Racing through traffic I got back to the small apartment I rented and locked the door behind me, ripping open the package even as the door was closing. I noticed that my hands were shaking from excitement. Rachel definitely blessed me this time with a ton of pictures. God, I love that woman. I was torn between wanting to race through them as quickly as possible and wanting to enjoy each and every one of them, burning them into my memory. This series began outside, on our deck, not too far from where her last series of pictures ended. Rachel was in her soft, pink robe, her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. This series started off with her walking out onto the deck, looking over her shoulder. Next she was leaning down onto the table, her arms extended, her cute ass jutting back at the camera. Then her robe slipped off one shoulder, her smooth sexy skin finally coming into the frame. Steve must have stayed right behind her because the angle never changed, at least not in these first pics. In the next pic the robe fell down around her waist, her smooth back exposed facing the camera and her hair still pulled tightly into that pony tail. I was slightly disappointed that she had her bikini top on, but I couldn't deny that it was sexy to have her teasing me like this. I couldn't see her top in the next picture because she was completely bent over at the waist, leaning on the table, her bottom half still blocked by her dangling robe. Steve moved for this picture, closer to the ground and shooting up through her V-shape legs. It was a wonderful shot, looking towards those longs legs partially blocked by her robe. In the next Rachel had pulled her robe up higher, now only blocking her ass; her legs were in full view. As I lingered on that picture I couldn't wait to get to the next. Steve had obviously gotten down on the ground and was shooting up her legs, towards her crotch, the robe still on. There was something very nasty, very tasty about that shot. Maybe because it was so deviant; after all, they were outside on our deck, my wife and my friend, taking progressively raunchier pictures. There was a hand in the next picture, Rachel moving hers to cover her most intimate area but only for a moment, in the next she had pulled aside her bikini bottoms, exposing her beautiful pussy to both the cameraman and me. I could only imagine what Steve was going through. He had zoomed in on the next picture as Rachel's fingers slid across her wet lips, pulling and separating them. Now the bikini bottom was slipping off. I don't know about anyone else but it's one of the sexiest things in the world to see, a woman's panties or bikini bottom being pulled down. Rachel knew I loved it and that was probably why she took it upon herself to make sure I got a picture of it. The next picture Rachel had squatted down towards the camera, bringing her pussy ever so close to it, still masturbating. She obviously felt freer with it after knowing my reaction from the last time and had no problem doing it again for me and Steve. In the next, though, my fever went up a thousand degrees; whether it was for support or by accident I noticed that Steve's hand had found its way to her thigh. I wasn't pissed at all, I was incredibly turned on. Rachel must have either asked him to help or allowed his hand to stray and she must have felt comfortable enough to share it with me or she wouldn't have included it in the package. She could have easily left it out and I would have never known differently. It was incredibly hot to see his hand a mere number of inches away from her naked pussy while she masturbated. Rachel had wanted me to see it! To see another man's hand on her precious body, the body I worshipped and treasured! The little tease knew what that picture would do to me! She was probably laughing even now. An evil smile crept across my face; my wife was amazing! She knew exactly how to turn me on. Just as quickly as the outside shots were getting hot they stopped. It was the end of that package. Luckily for me there was another entire package wrapped in secrecy. I carefully set down the deck pictures and untied the string on the next package. My hands were nearly trembling now. I wasn't surprised to see the scene of these shots be the inside of the house. Rachel was walking away from the camera in the first picture, the robe still clinging to her waist. In the next she had dropped it and it lay around her one foot on the floor while the other was raised on the first step of the stairs that led to our bedroom. She was looking over her shoulder in the picture, knowing that look drives me crazy. Steve took two more pictures of her climbing the stairs, her seductive ass swaying back and forth, driving me absolutely crazy. The bedroom door was open in the next picture with Rachel turned with her back to the door, her arms raised to grab both sides of the frame and her legs split in a V-shape with her feet also touching both sides of the frame. The orange light from candles burning in the bedroom shimmered behind her. In the next picture Rachel licked her lips and was motioning with a curled finger to Steve. My pulse raced as I truly realized how sexy my wife could be. I mean, I always knew she was sexy but to have her acting this way for me through another man's eyes was intensely erotic. In the next picture she was kneeling on the bench at the foot of our bed, her ass jutting out behind her. Rachel's eyes were closed and her chin was lifted toward the ceiling, one of her hands held onto the frame of the bed for support while the other was wrapped around in front of her. I could only assume she was grabbing one of her breasts. Rachel then stood on the bench and had obviously already unhooked her bra and was holding it against her chest with one arm, the other arm wrapped around her head, pulling her hair loose and free. Even though I suspected she would end up exposing herself again in this session it didn't change the electricity that I felt as I flipped through the pictures of my wife taking off her clothes in front of another man. I don't think that it will ever get old; when a man loves his wife he finds her the sexiest woman in the world and the fact that she can be sexy for other men is sometimes, literally, overwhelming. It's a matter of pride and intense satisfaction to know that other men enjoy looking at your wife and that she can stir animalistic reactions in them. This was no different. In the next picture Rachel put both of her hands in her hair, tossing it up into a loose hanging bun. It was a wonderful picture because women are just so damn sexy when they play with their hair and this picture fully exposed her tits to Steve. The 'fuck me' look in her eyes was mesmerizing and I couldn't look at that picture long enough. I didn't even want to move to the next one because I was so captivated by her eyes, her tossed hair and her beautiful, firm breasts hanging free for me and Steve. Reluctantly I flipped to the next picture and enjoyed the sight of Rachel twisting her nipples, pulling them out and stimulating them to stand. In the next her nipples were nice and hard and she was hooking her thumbs into the thin sides of her panties, slowly pulling one side down then the other, in subsequent pictures. Steve, I had to admit, had wonderful timing. In the next her panties lay in a pool around her feet and one hand covered her pussy while the other arm was arched across her breasts. Rachel was essentially hiding all of her most intimate assets. She had the goofiest 'oops' face and I had to laugh out loud at her sense of humor even in something as erotic as this. Another reason for me to totally love her. Finally, Rachel was on the bed; her legs bent and pressed tightly together and her arms stretched out above her head, pulling her breasts up. Her nipples still stood straight up. From Steve's angle at the end of the bed I could not even make out the small strip of pubic hair that Rachel kept neatly trimmed. Laying next to Rachel was her large vibrator and I knew the pictures were about to get interesting. Even though Rachel masturbated for Steve during the last picture shoot this was something new. She loves her vibrator and I knew that she had just taken another new step in this progression, allowing Steve to witness what that vibrator is able to do to her. The next picture was of Rachel slowly slipping her huge vibrator into her pussy, stretching herself open. Her face was a thing of beauty, he mouth hung open and her eyes were snapped shut. It was always the same reaction that the vibrator gave her when she inserted it. It was so large and the motion of vibration always shut her out to the world as she enjoyed what it did to her inside. Steve's next picture was from above Rachel's face, shooting down at her, capturing her mouth open and her eyes shut. In the next one he was back down by her feet shooting up between her legs. The camera was level with her prone body and it captured a wonderful shot of her hands pushing her vibrator into her pussy. In the next picture Steve shot from above her again, near her stomach this time, shooting down at the vibrator moving in and out of her. As if my erection couldn't get any harder it stiffened ever slightly more at knowing how close Steve was to her spread legs and occupied pussy. He was obviously close enough to smell her scent as Rachel gets extremely wet when she uses the vibrator. In the next Steve stood over Rachel's face shooting down her body; her legs were spread as far as they could go and you could barely just make out the end of the vibrator, it was buried so deep in her. In the next picture Steve was on the side of the bed at another low angle and shooting Rachel as her legs were pulled up towards her chest. She always did that when she was about to cum and I wasn't wrong. The next picture captured her screaming through an obvious orgasm as Steve shot from between her legs, up her beautiful body to her face which was twisted in the throes of passion. In the next picture Rachel was smiling up at Steve in a slightly embarrassed way that she always did after orgasming. It was so cute but there was still that hunger in her eyes and I knew she wasn't completely satisfied yet. We always joke around about her longs extremities and Rachel doesn't have a problem admitting it and using it to our advantage whenever we're on road trips or out and about. Whenever we need a picture of ourselves and no one is around she is still able to get great shots of us and our background because of her slender, long arms. Her long arms came into play now. The next picture shocked me and excited me beyond belief. As Rachel held the camera out to the side, she snapped a one of her still on her back. She could only capture herself from the waist up but she got more than just that. This time Steve hovered over her, still fully-clothed, staring down into her eyes. There was definitely some non-verbal communication going on between them. It was as if they were saying all the things a situation like this called for without speaking a word. I flipped to the next picture, my cock aching hard. There were only a few more. I was relieved and anxious and disappointed all at the same time. I wanted to watch where this could go, I wanted to see what Rachel had in mind but at the same time I was slightly scared of the unknown. In the next picture Steve had fully leaned down on Rachel and their lips met. Rachel, I noticed, seemed to be more of the aggressor, leaning up to meet Steve's lips. The next picture they were still kissing, this one much less tentative, their mouths pressed together hard and I could make out Rachel's hand between Steve's shoulder blades, pulling him down towards her. This was the hottest set of pictures Rachel could have taken for me! They simply just got better and better and it was amazing, she was amazing. Rachel Started with Her Pics Ch. 02 Another picture and more kissing, this time one of Steve's hands moved up and gripped Rachel's breast, pinching her nipples. Another picture and this time the kissing was finally broken, only because Steve had gone down to kiss Rachel's breasts. Her one free hand was wrapped in Steve's hair and, again, her mouth was wide open again. It was obvious that Rachel was starting to warm up again and I was about to go over the edge. She knew what she was doing to me to do this with Steve and take pictures. She knew me so well that without a doubt she understood just how turned on I was going to be from seeing it. Here was one of my best friend's sucking on my naked wife's tits in front of the camera. He knew she was taking pictures because he was staring at the camera in the next picture, smiling at it. Next Rachel had pulled the camera closer to her body and shot down towards her pussy revealing Steve's hand on the vibrator. Next picture and the vibrator was deeper in my wife's pussy. Next and it was out again. Obviously Rachel wanted me to know that Steve was fucking her with the vibrator. The next picture was of Rachel, on her stomach, her legs pulled closely together and the obvious signs I knew pointed at the fact that she had cum again. She was smiling at the camera. The last picture of the package was a shot of Rachel's head on Steve's leg. He was sitting on the bench at the end of the bed, his pants still on. Rachel's mouth was near his crotch and his hands were in her hair. The best part of the picture was that Rachel had one hand over Steve's obvious bulge and she was making her infamous 'Oh' face. I masturbated long and hard to the package of pictures as I flipped through them again before I called Rachel. "Hey baby," I said when I had her on the phone. "I got your package." "Oh yeah," she said sexily, "how did you like them?" The confidence in her voice was amazing. "There are awesome babe. God, you are so sexy." "Thank you sweety," she said. "I hope you enjoy them until next month's shoot." "Ah, that won't be a problem." "So," she paused, "did you like my little unplanned detour?" The question hung in the air. I had to answer it honestly, she knew me too well. If I said anything but the truth she'd see right through it any way. "Babe, it was so hot to see you two making out." "Just making out? I'm surprised." "Well, it was hot to see him sucking your tits." "And using my vibrator on me?" she pushed. I laughed. "Yes and using your vibrator." "Did you like knowing that his hands and mouth were all over my breasts?" "Yes, that was fucking hot," I couldn't lie. "What about his hand so close to my pussy?" I could tell Rachel was loving hearing my reactions and how she could make me feel. "It almost threw me over the top. I couldn't stop thinking about it." "So you really liked it then?" she concluded. "Good. I thought you would." "Oh I did," I paused. "But?" she pressed. "I just wish I could be there to have seen it," I admitted. "It was so hot there were so many things pictures couldn't communicate." "It was so hot too babe," Rachel teased. "I wish you could have been there." "Me too," I admitted. "Did he touch you?" "What, my pussy? No, I wouldn't let him. There are boundaries." "Oh yeah, and what are those?" I laughed. "Whatever we agree to," she answered. "Remember, this is about me and you and us keeping our life fun and exciting until you get your ass back here. Wherever it goes is only where we want it to. With a few surprises." We both burst out laughing. "You know I trust you," I said. "You know I love your surprises." "Good," she said proudly, "because I'm already planning next month's shoot and it's going to be good. You'll get some use out of it, I'm sure." I was sure of it too.