59 comments/ 190356 views/ 109 favorites The Photo Album By: The Photo Album I looked up at Beth, she was now sat beside me with breasts exposed above the covers. I reach across and gently squeezed and caressed them. "So, let me recap, by this time Sue has seen you completely naked, having watched you dress and undress, and has fondled your breast and tweaked your nipple. Judging by the photographs, Mike has seen you naked but for panties and even then he has seen your bush through them. Is that right, or had he also touched your tits?" I asked. "Yes, that's right and no he didn't touch my tits. Although he had touched me elsewhere, like my feet, legs inner thigh, shoulders, arms and head while showing me the positions he wanted me to pose in, nothing unprofessional. Do you mind that he touched me like that?" I thought for a while, "No, I guess its to be expected." "Good, I'm glad. Mike called a halt to that set and Sue and I retired to the dressing room while he organised the studio for the next session. There was no point in covering up and, truth be told, a part of me was beginning to enjoy it when Sue looked at my tits; so I remained as I was in that last picture. Sue handed me a white satin bra and and matching panties saying that Mike had suggested these for the next few photos. I put them on and looked at myself in the mirror; the bra fitted well although my nipples were doing their best to poke through the thin material. The panties were a different story, as you will see they are a higher cut than I usually where and had a g-string back. They felt fine but the narrower cut meant that my pubic hair was escaping. Sue had also spotted this and told me to raise my leg onto the chair. Before I knew what was happening she had taken a razor from her bag and was trimming my bikini line. It was an odd experience because while a dry shave isn't particularly comfortable the feeling of her hand rubbing against my clit and pussy lips as she works was good. I don't mind admitting that I was horny by the time she had finished and she didn't help this by telling me that she shaves nearly everything off because she likes the added sensation she says it gives her. Apparently, the first time she wore tight jeans after shaving she almost came just from walking. Anyway, see what you think." The set had been changed to a modernist theme with a black leather daybed, similar to the one designed by Mies van der Rohe, and a chrome edged full-length mirror to one side. In the first image Beth was standing in front of the mirror, her firm buttocks facing the camera, From the reflection in the mirror it can be seen that she is stroking her breast through the bra. The bra has gone in the next shot and now the reflection reveals that she is using both hands to cup her breasts. In the next, one hand has slipped down over her panties, perhaps searching for her clit, while the other is tugging at her nipple. Beth then moves to the daybed, on all fours with her breasts hanging free she presents her bum to the camera. I turn the page and find she has slumped forward, her breasts are now hidden but her arse is still in the air. I can see that one of her hands is inside her panties as she looks directly into the camera. She is looking towards the camera in the following picture, although now she has rolled on to her back. Her legs are bent at the knees and she has her hands on her inner thighs close to her crotch. By the next picture her legs have splayed apart as if offering her cunt to the camera. She has hold of the sides of the panties and is pulling them tight into her pussy. The camera can plainly see her bush; the shape of her labia is also clearly identifiable, helped by a wet spot that has appeared on the panties, turning them slightly more transparent. Beth's hand is stuffed deep into her panties in the following photograph; two fingers protrude either side of the narrow band of fabric the wet spot of which rests on he knuckle. It was evident from the image that there was only one place her middle finger could be and that was deep inside herself. "Wow...that is hot." I said, looking from the photograph, taken by another man, into her eyes. "Did you really masturbate for the camera?" "Well, in the beginning, I was just acting but I became hornier as it went on. It didn't help that about half way through I looked towards Mike and noticed a bulge in his trousers that hadn't been there before. I changed to a more revealing pose and looked again, the bulge was even bigger. The thought that this stranger's cock was stiffening uncontrollably in his trousers because of what I was doing was a real turn on." "And that's what you were thinking about that made your pussy wet." "Ah, yes, you weren't the only one to notice. Mike stopped me at that point and Sue and I again went into the dressing room. Sue congratulated me on the last set saying it looked as though I was enjoying myself and that we should get some excellent photographs out of this." "Well she is certainly right about that." "Sue then said that it was decision time as Mike wanted me to be completely naked for the final set. Before I had thought about it, I found myself saying okay. Sue gave me a big hug and said "I knew you would" before kneeling in front of me and saying "allow me." She slowly pulled my sticky panties down my leg and I stepped out of them. She stood up and said that because we were late starting she may have to leave before the end of the session to pick up her kids from school but she would be in touch about delivery of the photographs. We walked out of the room with me now completely naked and Sue with a friendly arm around my shoulder. Mike watched me as we crossed the studio, his eyes flicking across my body. I know I shouldn't have but I must confess that I tried to put a spring in my step to make my breasts bounce a little more. The set hadn't changed and Mike said that he would like to run through the same poses that we had just done." I turned to the next page and there was Beth nude in front of the mirror as before. "Mike touched me no differently than during the last set but for some reason the absence of that bit of cloth over my cunt made it seem very different. By the time we got to the point where I was posing on all fours I was dripping and Mike actually commented that he hadn't seen anyone quite that wet." Beth paused while I made my way to the picture of her in that pose. She was right, I could see that her labia had begun to swell and glisten while the hair around them was sodden. "Did you notice if he had a bulge again?" I asked. "Yes, a quick glance at his crotch told me that he was enjoying the sight as much as you are." "I rolled over on to my back for the next shot and Mike said he wanted to try something slightly different. He wanted a shot that captured my wetness but with my breasts and head also in shot. While he repositioned his camera closer between my parted legs, Sue sat beside me, she said I was looking incredibly sexy and that unfortunately she had to leave now. As she left she gently ran her hand down my thigh and told me to enjoy myself. By now Mike was ready to start shooting again. He took a few test shots and, not happy with them adjusted my position slightly, took a few more and again made minute changes to the way I was posed until he was happy. He told me not to move and took a couple more pictures but he was still not happy an said he wanted to make one slight alteration and for me not to move. With the tip of his finger he parted my inner labia." I was shocked by what my wife had just said. "He did what?", I demanded. Beth continued, "It seemed very professional and non-threatening, he made no attempt to finger me or rub my clit, he just wanted to arrange it for the perfect photograph." I looked down at the image in front of me of Beth's cunt I couldn't help but imagine this unknown man's finger touching those swollen lips. My cock ached it was so hard. "He had barely touched me but it had sent a bolt of electricity through my body and I felt my pussy flooding with excitement again. Mike asked how I felt about doing a sexy shot with a strand of my juice dripping from cunt to a little puddle on the sofa. I could imagine how sexy it would look and agreed. With the tip of his finger Mike gently stroked down the length of my labia until it dripped and then he took the photograph on the next page. In his new position between my legs I had lost sight of his crotch but I could see enough to know that he had a hand in his trousers stroking his cock. This fuelled my excitement. He had positioned my hand on my thigh but now asked me to lay it between my legs with the middle finger running the length of my pussy. I do this and he takes more photos. The feeling of my fingers resting on my hot wet lips became too much, I couldn't resist any more, my finger slipped between the folds of my cunt and soon I was rubbing my clit, aware that Mike's camera was capturing everything that he was watching in person. It's hard to explain but I was in such a heightened sexual state that I was in a sort of delirium. I hope you can forgive me but plunging my fingers into my wet cunt inches from a watching stranger filled me with such a sexual charge and sense of freedom that it felt wrong that Mike was hiding his masturbation it the cramped confines of his pants. So I simply said, "Take it out."" "And did he?" I asked with dry mouth and racing pulse, my hand stroking my own cock. "Yes" see said looking down. "And?" I had to know what happened. "He undid his trousers and, reaching inside, pulled it out. I think I gasped when I saw it. It was much bigger than I had imagined and 'beautiful' is the only way I can think to describe it. I think it was the sight of it that triggered my orgasm." "You came! How big was it? Did he notice that you had had an orgasm?" Beth stifled a chuckle, "Yes, there was no missing it, I couldn't help but scream. Look at the last image." I turned to the last page, there was Beth, her body contorted by orgasm, her mouth open in mid moan, one hand with fingers buried deep in her cunt while the other squeezes her own breast. "Do you want me to answer the other question you asked?" "Yes" I answered quietly, still taking in the last image. "Okay, I will answer honestly because I value the honesty between us. His cock is probably only an inch or so longer than you but I would guess about twice as wide if not more, I have never seen one that thick. Mike stopped taking photos at this point, his hands were preoccupied. With no more photographs I could stop here but I want to be completely open with you and tell you how the day ended." My mind was racing through scenarios of what my wife might be about to tell me. I felt excited but nauseated. "After I orgasmed I lay still. I was still incredibly horny but my clit was hyper-sensitive. Mike stood beside me, watching me as I watched as he stroked his cock. The thought of taking him within my body, or at least trying to, soon had me rubbing once again at my clit. I was rapidly approaching a second orgasm and could tell he was getting close too. Caught up in the moment, I told him to cum over my tits and seconds later we both climaxed, his hot seed splattered across my chest and belly in thick ropes. As I continued to orgasm I wallowed in the sensation of rubbing it into my skin." "As I came down form my orgasm, I became embarrassed about what had happened. I went to the dressing room to catch my breath. I slipped on the dress I had arrived in, gathered my things, said a polite but fleeting goodbye to Mike and left. For about the first twenty minutes of the drive home I must have been in a state of shock as my brain tried to process everything that had happened that day. I was brought out of this by the musky smell of Mike's semen and the tight sensation as it dried on my skin. I became aware that I was pantyless and that my pussy was wet, hitching up my skirt, I couldn't help but finger myself for the rest of the journey." With a worried expression she added "I hope you can forgive me." No words would form in my mouth. I looked at her naked breasts and imagined her rubbing another man's semen into them. I threw her back on the bed, jumped on top and started to pound her wet cunt. I was so aroused I came quickly but remained hard. We fucked, my head filled with images of Beth exposing her dripping cunt. The following morning, I woke to find Beth awake beside me. "Do you still forgive me?" she asked. I pulled her close to me and kissed her. "Yes, as long as you promise to be open and honest and that you tell this story whenever I ask." We spent the morning making love. *** During the following couple of months I noticed a change in Beth. She seemed happier and more confident in all aspects of life, which was good to see. I had also discovered that she was more willing to try new things, such as going shopping in a skirt with no underwear, which was also good to see. I arrived home from work one evening to find Beth in an excited mood, although she seemed to be trying to repress it. "I got a call from Sue today." she tried to say nonchalantly. "Yes, she said she is looking for someone to model with her for some photos for their website and wanted to know if I was interested." I could tell Beth was testing the water to see my reaction so I thought I would through it back to her. "And are you?" "Well, yes...I think so." "Do you know what sort of photographs they will be?" "Artistic nudes of two female bodies." "Having seen the last ones he took, I suppose they will be well done and tasteful. How do you feel about everybody being able to see you naked on the internet?" "Nervous, but also a part of be is a bit turned on. I doubt it will be too easy to recognise me, just shots of parts of our bodies I imagine. I won't do it if you are uncomfortable with it." "Ring her" I said "and say you are happy to help." Beth kissed me, picked up the phone and went to ring Sue. *** The day of the shoot was arranged. It was during the week and happened to coincide with me leaving for another business trip. The night before, I watched Beth in the bath. It was arousing to think that soon she would again be naked in front of two strangers, well strangers to me anyway, showing herself in whatever poses Mike wanted. Beth joined me in bed, smooth and warm from her bath. I cuddled up against her, kissing her neck and breast. My hand was working its way over her belly when she stopped me. "Not tonight." she said. "I don't want to look, you know, used in the photos tomorrow." I tried, to no avail, to convince her that it wouldn't show but she wasn't having any of it. Concentrating on my meeting the following day was a monumental task of self-control. The meeting seemed to go on endlessly and it was late by the time I got back to the hotel. "How did it go? Was it as fun as the previous shoot?" I asked as soon as Beth answered the phone. "Hello. Yes, it was." "What happened?" "What do you think happened?" she asked seductively. "Well, I'm guessing you got naked straight away, no lingerie this time?" "Yes" "You posed with Sue?" "Yes" "Sue touched your body as you posed?" "Yes" "Did you touch her?" "Yes" she said a little coyly. "Oh come on, stop teasing. I've been walking around all day with a hardon thinking about what you have been doing. Please describe to me what happened." I pleaded. "Okay" she giggled, "where do you want me to start?" "What does Sue look like naked?" "Well, her breasts are bigger than mine; she must tan in the nude because she doesn't have any tan lines and do you remember that she told me that she shaves her pubes? Well, she is completely bald down there and her lips, which protrude far more than mine, are startlingly visible if she has her legs slightly parted." "What positions did Mike make you pose in?" "We went through lots of different poses, starting just standing next to each other, back to back, kneeling, crouching, all sorts. Then Mike said he wanted to concentrate on our hands and he did some close-ups of Sue holding her breasts, then me holding mine, then us holding each others. It was thrilling, feeling the warm weight of another woman's breast." "Mike wanted to explore this further and had the idea of a 'hand bikini'. He had me stand with my hands covering my tits and my legs slightly apart so that Sue could reach between them from behind and cup my pussy with her hand. This was both exciting and embarrassing as I knew all the touching from before had got me wet. Once Mike had got the shot he wanted and had turned to sort out the camera, Sue removed her hand from by crotch but she did this by deliberately sliding it out, her fingers slowly running the full length of my slit. My legs almost buckled with the sexual charge this produced." "Mike turned back to us and said that for the next shot he wanted to create an almost abstract photograph of our pussies pushed together. We tried a number of positions until we ended up sat on the floor facing each other, one of my legs over hers the other under. We leant back and shuffled forwards until our pussies met. The feel of her cunt against mine was unlike anything I have experienced. I could feel the heat radiating from her. As she moved I was aware of her lips moving between mine, lubricated by my wetness." "I had an almost irresistible urge to rub myself up and down Sue's cunt but Mike want us to remain still for the shot. He was now standing beside us, leaning over to get and aerial shot of our pussies meshed together. I noticed that that bulge in is pants was there again. I must have been staring at it, trying to assess if he really was the size I remembered from the first shoot, because I became aware that Sue was watching me. I looked at her guiltily, she smiled liked her lips, and reached forward and started unzipping his trousers." "After a little effort she released his semi-hard cock. Mike at this point had, understandably, stopped taking pictures and stood upright as Sue gently stroked him. She leant forward taking Mike's cock into her mouth. This movement also pushed her cunt hard against mine; her pubic bone grinding against my clit. It felt so good I started rocking back and forth, enjoying the sight of Sue sucking her husband." "With her free hand Sue reached across and pulled me into an embrace. My face was inches from hers and from Mike's now rock-hard cock as it glided in and out of her mouth. I watched in fascination as his large balls swung back and forth with each stroke. Without stopping what she was doing, Sue took my hand and brought it up to Mike's cock and closed my fingers around it, rhythmically moving them up and down his shaft in time with her sucking. He felt so hard and soon his movements became more frantic. Sue obviously new her husband well because she took her mouth from his cock and rapidly beat off his shaft as he erupted over both our bodies. When had finished ejaculating Sue pulled me towards her, using her breasts to spread his semen over mine. Her hand had found its way between us to my clit. With a couple of expertly placed flicks across it, I collapsed onto her shoulder as my body spasmed with orgasm. She quickly followed me with her own." "Oh God!" I cried down the phone. There was pause at the other end. "Oh, I'm sorry darling. After last time, I thought you wouldn't mind. I know I touched him this time but it doesn't mean anything. Do you believe me?" she pleaded. There was another pause. "Don't worry" I panted, "I just came really hard. I'm okay with what happened. I just wish I was at home so I could fuck you senseless." "So do I." "Did anything else happen?" I asked, realising that I had interrupted Beth. "No, we stopped shooting after that. When you get home tomorrow the photographs should be up on the website and we can look at them together." The Photo Album "I look forward to it." "Darling..." she asked in a quieter voice. "Yes" "Do you not mind that today your wife has been covered in a stranger's cum, fingered to orgasm by a woman and that soon photographs of her naked body will be available for anyone to look at?" "No, your new found sexuality turns me on. You have enjoyed yourself today, haven't you?" "Yes, very much so." she replied sheepishly. "You still love me, don't you?" "Yes, deeply." "And you have told me everything that happened, haven't you?" "Yes." "Then why should I mind?" *** It was Friday afternoon and I must confess I was clock-watching, eager for the weekend to begin. I was looking forward spending a quiet weekend at home with Beth, something that we hadn't had for ages. My mobile phone rang; as I picked it up to answer it I noticed Beth's name flashing on the screen. This concerned me slightly as Beth rarely calls me at work, especially when I will be home in a few hours. "Hello darling, is everything okay?" I asked. "Hi, yes I'm fine. Can you talk?" Beth answered. "Yes." "Honey, you enjoyed seeing those pictures of me on the internet, didn't you?" "Yes. If I remember correctly, I spent most of that evening showing you just how much I enjoyed it" I replied, wondering quite where this conversation was going. "Why, has Sue asked you to pose again with her?" "Well, she has just called me and she does want me to pose for more photographs but not with her." "Oh really, not with her?" I sensed there was more of this story to come. "No. She and Mike have got a commission to do some brochure shots for a swimwear company. They were meant to be flying to the beach this weekend and Sue was to model but one of their kids is ill so Sue can't go. She has asked me to take her place." "What did you tell her?" "I said I would have to discuss it with you first." "And do you want to do it?" I asked, torn between the disappointment at the disruption to our weekend and the lump forming in my pants. There was a pause, "Yes, I think I do...but there is something I haven't told you. The swimwear I would be modelling is made by 'Sinful Stoat', do you know the kind of thing they sell?" I certainly did; they were renowned for producing bikinis that were incredibly skimpy or made of transparent material or both. My cock hardened further as an image of my wife wearing one of these bikinis formed in my mind. "You would have to shave." I blurted out, my brain following its own train of thought. "Yes, that's what Sue said. Would you mind? I know you like my bush." "I think it could be interesting." "I would also have to leave in a few hours, probably before you get home, and, by the sound of things, I don't think I would be back until Sunday afternoon or evening. Will you be okay by yourself? I can tell them no if you want." "If you want to do it I can amuse myself for the weekend. Ring Sue and let her know you'll do it." "Okay." she said, and with that hung up the phone. There was now no way I was going to be doing any meaningful work this afternoon. My mind wandered as I tried to imagine what my wife's pussy would look liked shaved, what costumes she might be modelling and the thought of a stranger photographing her again. My phone rang, abruptly returning me from my daydream, half an hour had passed. "Hi darling, did you tell them you would do it?" I asked. "Yes, but..." she paused "...but I'm not so sure I should now." "Why?" "Well, I rang Sue and apparently after she called to ask me to do it she also called the hotel to see if they could get another room. Well, it's the peak season and they are full. Sue asked if I would mind sharing the room with Mike. Then it dawned on me that it would be just me and Mike and only one room. I don't think I trust..." her sentence tailed off. "Don't trust who...Mike?" I asked. "No, Mike is fine." she replied quickly. "I trust him, its just I don't trust myself." I pushed her further, "Don't trust yourself to do what?" "I don't trust myself alone with him?" "What do mean you don't trust yourself alone with him?" "I mean I don't trust myself alone with his cock" "You mean you want to fuck him?" "Yes, I want to fuck him. There, are you happy, you have made me admit it?" "It's not really a surprise. Anyway what if you do?" "What do you mean?" "I mean what if you do fuck him, what happens then?" "I don't know what you are getting at." "What I am saying is that if you fuck him, and if fucking is all it is, all that happens is that you get fucked. Do you not trust yourself to love me after?" "Of course I do, I love you." "Then go and do the photo shoot and if anything happens it happens. Just tell me about it when you get back." "I'll call later to tell you what I have decided." she said hesitantly before hanging up. It was another couple of hours before my phone rang again. "Hello." "Are you really sure you want me to do it?" Beth asked. "Yes, if it's what you want." "Even knowing what might happen?" "Yes." "Okay, I am going to do it. I need to leave in half an hour to catch the plane." "Do you need me to take you to the airport?" I offered. "No, Mike will be here soon to pick me up?" "Have you shaved yourself?" "Yes, Mike wants to shoot some pictures as soon as we get there, so I thought I had better." "How does it feel?" "I can't believe how sensitive it has made my lips, I'm dripping. I wish you were here. It's agony, I can't even bring myself off because I don't want it to show in the photos." "God, I wish I were there to run my tongue over your smooth lips." "So do I. When I get back on Sunday, you can. I'm sorry I won't get to see you before I go." "Have fun, I love you." "I love you too." and with that she hung up. That evening I arrived home to a quiet, empty house. On the kitchen table there was a note. "Dearest, I love you and will see you on Sunday. Kisses, Beth" I had just finished reading the letter when the phone rang. It was Beth, she was ringing to let me know that they had arrived safely at the hotel. I asked if she was still horny, to which she replied, in a whisper, that she was. "What's the hotel like?" I asked. "Oh you wouldn't believe it but it is a resort for adults; there are half naked people all over the place. I feel almost overdressed in my summer dress." she giggled. "Oh really!" "Yes. Look, I have to go, Mike wants to go and take some shots on the beach before the sun sets. I love you and don't worry if I don't call again, I think it is going to be a busy couple of days and I may not get the chance." I tried to keep myself busy, getting something to eat, watching a film, answering emails but I couldn't focus. My mind kept wandering back to Beth and Mike, speculating what they might be doing at that moment. Beth had said that they were going to the beach to do a shoot, so for a few hours my mind was filled with thoughts of what my wife's newly shaved pussy looked like in the skimpy bikini's she was modelling, how many people were watching the shoot, could they see here bare cunt when she changed, was she enjoying them watching? This sweet agony continued for several hours until I realised that it was dark outside, they couldn't still be taking photographs on the beach. What were they doing? Having dinner or dancing? What type of dancing goes on at an adult beach resort? It was a long night. I didn't really sleep but rather drifted in and out of a delirium. I looked at the clock, it was four in the morning, surely they would be their room now, alone, together. This only further fuelled the delirium. It was a long, hard couple of days. As she predicted, Beth didn't call again. At about 6pm on Sunday I heard a car in our driveway and moments later Beth came through the door. She looked radiant in her short skirt, her sun-kissed body glowing. With a suppressed grin, she approached me and we kissed and held each other, it was good to have her back. My hands made their way down her back to her bum. Caressing her buttocks, I couldn't feel anything beneath. "Are you wearing panties?" I whispered. "No." she said, shaking her head. I reached below the hem and started to run my hands up underneath her skirt. Beth stepped back holding me away. "Not yet. I want to show you something first." She reached into her bag and pulled out two pieces of paper and handed me one of them. On it was printed an image of my wife on a beach with the sun setting behind her. "That was taken on the first night, shortly after I called you." I examined the image in more detail. Beth was standing, facing the camera with her hands on her hips and her feet shoulder width apart. Her body was silhouetted against the oranges and reds of the sky behind but it was clear to see that she was topless, the curves of each breast breaking the outline of her torso. Around her waist she had a type of mesh wrap that tapered from hip on one side to mid thigh on the other. The mesh was very open, each hole being perhaps a square inch or so, like a fishing net. This meant that, despite two layers of fabric, the scenery behind her could clearly be seen between her legs. It also meant that Beth's pussy was visible, silhouetted against the sky. Or, more precisely, my wife's individual labia could easily be seen, outlined in their hairless state. My cock was now straining against the fabric of my trousers. Never had I seen them like this, they looked so swollen and womanly. Her sexual arousal was overpoweringly evident just from that black outline against orange sky. I looked up from the photograph, Beth was watching me intently. She handed be the second piece of paper. This too had an image of my wife on the beach. "This was one of the first images taken the following morning." I studied it. The light was strong, so it hadn't been a early start to catch that delicate dawn light. Beth lay drowsily on the wet sand of the foreshore, her hands stretched above her head and her eyes closed as if in a dream. She was wearing a powder blue Sinful Stoat bikini, not one of their smallest but from the range that goes almost completely transparent when wet. A wave had obviously just broken over her body and retreated, leaving her nipples visible and clearly erect. The shot had been taken from near her feet. One knee was raised while the other splayed lazily across the sand exposing herself to the camera. My eyes were transfixed by the pale blue triangle of her bikini bottoms because, in their dampened state, they revealed my wife's bald cunt. Her lips were clearly red and swollen but not swollen from arousal, they were swollen from use. She had been fucked, and fucked hard. "You fucked him?" I asked, looking up at her. "Yes..." she replied, looking deep into my eyes. "do you want me to tell you what happened?" I nodded. We walked over to the couch and I sat down. Beth crouched between my legs, unzipped my trousers and pulled out my now fully hard cock. Slowly, she stroked her hand up and down the shaft watching intently, as if seeing my cock in a different way. "Well, Mike had said that he wanted to get some shots with the setting sun. So, when we got the resort we dumped our things in the room, Mike sorted out his camera gear, I called you, and then we headed off to the beach." Beth said, looking me in the eye while still gently stroking my cock.. "What were you wearing?" I asked. "I had on the summer dress I had travelled in, sandals, and nothing else but sunglasses. On the walk down to the beach it was apparent that this resort was different. Not only was there an absence of children but everyone we passed was in a state of undress, some completely naked, and no one seemed the least concerned. If anything, I began to feel out of place and overdressed. As it was late in the day the beach was not too busy. We walked to a quiet spot with a good view over the sea. Mike took his camera out of one bag and a bikini out of the other, saying "I think we'll start with these."" Beth paused, smiling coyly, as if deciding to tell me a secret. "At this point I was still wearing my dress and could have preserved some dignity by slipping the bottoms on before removing the dress but walking around for most of the day with a shaved pussy and no underwear had made me feel naughty. So I stood facing Mike and slowly lifted the dress from the hem up over my head. I felt my breasts bounce as they fell from the constraints of my dress. When I looked back at Mike he was looking at my body. He commented on how good my pussy looked shaved. I thanked him and, running fingers over it, told him that it felt good too." "Can I see your pussy now?" I said leaning over to lift her skirt. Beth stood up and stepped back out of reach. "Okay but no touching...yet" and with this she unzipped the skirt and let it slip down her legs to the floor. There it was, my wife's cunt, hairless. Her lips looked so large, her inner labia were engorged and there was a hint of moisture between them. She slowly lifted her top off over her head, her breasts bounced as they fell from the material, just as she had described had happened on the beach. This must have been the exact view Mike got. "Like what you see?" she asked, running her hand over her pussy. My inability to stop myself jacking off as I looked at her was evidence enough of the answer. Beth stepped between my legs and, kneeling down, resumed her original position replacing my hand with hers. Frustratingly, she also resumed her leisurely rhythm on my shaft. "We continued taking pictures of various bikinis. Mike was making the occasional comment about how my breasts looked or how he liked the ways my nipples pushed out the fabric. By now the sun was setting and Mike gave me the mesh wrap to put on. We played around with different poses and ways of tying it until we got the one in the photo I showed you. I think you can see from it how aroused I was by this time. Mike loved this pose and as he took shot after shot he described how my pussy looked. It was so hot having him describe my swollen cunt. I ached to touch myself." "After that, it got too dark to take photos, so we walked back to the hotel. As I had been posing virtually naked on the beach and given what we had seen on the walk down, there seemed no point in putting my dress back on so I walked back wearing the wrap. As I climbed up the steps from the beach, each bounce of my breasts pulled at my hard nipples sending electric pulses to my pussy. The cool evening air passed easily through the wrap making me very aware of how damp I was. It gave me delicious thrill to think that Mike, who was a couple of steps behind me, would be able to smell my wetness." "We got back to the room and Mike opened a bottle of wine, poured me a glass and said that, if I didn't mind, he was going to grab a quick shower. I took my wine and sat out on the balcony. The breeze teased my skin, which tingled from being in the sun and sea air, my pussy was throbbing for attention. I briefly rubbed my clit but, despite being horny, I didn't want Mike to catch me so I closed my eyes and concentrated on the taste of the wine and the sound of the sea." "I heard the bathroom door open and Mike walk out onto the balcony beside me. I turned to look at him, he was standing, still wet from the shower, with the towel wrapped around his waist. My eyes moved down his damp chest to the obvious bulge in the front of his towel. From past experience I knew he wasn't as erect as he can get but he certainly was erect. Then, as if I wasn't there, he took off his towel and started drying his hair with it. I was transfixed by that beautiful cock now bobbing, inches from me, beckoning me." Beth's focus had changed, her eyes had closed as she described Mike's cock and the rhythmical movement of her hand had slowed to be replaced by a rhythmical movement of her other hand between her own legs. She continued in a more distant voice. "I took him in my hand, just holding him initially, feeling the weight of it, the throb of his pulse. My gentle grip on him was causing him to harden, I could feel the girth increasing until I couldn't close my hand around him. I started to stroke then lent forward and slowly licked the head, spreading his precum over his glans. I tried to take him in my mouth but I couldn't, so licked up and down his shaft." "Until now his hands had only lightly caressed my hair and neck, now I felt his light touch on my thigh moving up under the wrap. I parted my legs for him. He found my cunt. Drawing his figures along its length, he spread my wetness up to my clit. As I licked and stroked his cock he alternated between rubbing my clit and slipping a finger deep into me." Beth groaned, as if experiencing his first penetration of her again. "He moved to stand between my legs so he could better finger me, neither of us pausing our ministrations to the other." "Then I felt his cock being pulled away from me as he knelt between my legs, untying the wrap with his free hand. He spread my thighs further apart and bent forward into my lap. I shifted forwards in the chair, opening myself up for him. His masterly tongue ran up and down each labia, then its firm, warm tip made contact with my clit and I exploded in orgasm. He continued licking me introducing one finger, then two and after a while I think he might have even had three fingers in me, slowly working back and forward as he brought me to the edge of orgasm and kept me there. I couldn't tell you how long this went on for, I was lost in a sea of arousal." "I became aware that Mike's tongue was no longer working at my pussy. I opened my eyes to see his thick, rigid cock inches from my cunt. I was suddenly a little scared, this cock that I had craved to fuck since I first saw it now looked as though it could never fit in me. Mike was gentle, he took my hand and put it on his shaft, letting me set the pace as I worked to accommodate him. I moved the head of his cock up to my lips, sliding it over them, my juices mixing with his. I tried a couple of times to push him inside but it felt as though it wouldn't fit; some deep animal instinct told me I must have him in me. On the third attempt, the head of his cock made it in and with slow movements we eased the rest of his shaft in. It was an amazing feeling when all of him was finally inside me. I have never felt so full. Each movement was intensified as he began rocking back and forth, my lips stretch tight around him, my clit dragging against his slick, rigid shaft. He slowly fucked me, until we both...came." As Beth, now leaning against my thigh for support as she fingered herself, recounted their mutual climax her body convulsed, waves of orgasm crashed across it. Surfacing from her orgasmic trance, Beth realised that she was no longer stroking my cock. Leaning forward, she took me in her mouth started to suck my cock. After a while, my hand, which hand been caressing and kneading her breast, descended lower. Beth moved so as to allow me access to her pussy, my fingers enjoying the smooth skin slick with her juices. She started moaning again as I flicked my thumb over the hard nub of her clit. "Is that the only time you fucked him?" I asked. "No, of course not." she said, half snorting half groaning. "I lost count of how many times Mike had me" Beth returned to stroking me so her mouth was free to continue, "Mike didn't stop once he had come. He went back down on me and licked me until I was ready to fuck him again. He carried me into the room and laid me on the bed. This time he slid in a lot more easily and we screwed for much longer and harder. When we were both spent we order room service and went to bed." "I awoke next morning with Mike still asleep beside me. I could feel his morning wood against my thigh. I couldn't resist rubbing it. Mike woke up and we fucked again. I was a bit sensitve after last night but it felt wonderful. The second photograph was taken on the beach about half a hour after we had finished screwing. Did you notice how used my pussy looks?" The Photo Album "Yes." " Do you like that?" "Yes." I couldn't take any more, I bent her over the coffee table and entered her roughly from behind, my cock easily penetrating her sloppy cunt. "You wanted to fuck him long before this trip, didn't you?" "Yes, of course." she groaned. "You knew you were going to fuck him on this trip, didn't you" "Yes." "It was the best fuck you've ever had, wasn't it?" "Yes." "You are going to fuck him again, aren't you?" I grunted, as I emptied my load into her. "Oh God yesss." she screamed. *** Note from the author: If you have enjoyed reading this and happen to be a photographer (either professional or amateur) who would like to replicate the images described, I would be interested in hearing from you. As a hobby, I make one-off hand-bound books and think it would be fun to do one of this story. I would produce two copies, one for you, one for me. This is not a commercial venture and I am not looking to commission a professional photographer. This would be a collaboration, your images and my words bound together.