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The Photo

By: Incoming



I sat on the sofa staring at the photo on the coffee table. I was oscillating between rage and despair. Again, I picked up the photo and scanned it for any telltale signs. All I could see was a woman with dark hair bent over an office desk and a man standing behind her with his pants around his ankles. I couldn't see the woman's face because of the placement of her hair nor could I see the face of the man. The photo appeared to be taken from some one looking in from the door way of an office. There was nothing else in the photo that I recognized to help me ascertain the identity of the "Fucker" and the "Fuckee." However, on the back of the photo, some one had scrawled, "Just thought you would want to know how your wife spends her lunch hour." So now I suspected that I was the "Fucked."

I'm Jack Murphy and I have been married to Ellen for 20 years. Ellen and I had met in college and married soon after graduation. I graduated with a degree in mechanical engineering and went to work for an oil company in a local refinery. Ellen graduated with a marketing degree and now works for a medical device manufacturer as a liaison between her company and the advertising agencies. 

We have two children, Roger and Beth, who both joined the Air Force after graduating from high school and are working on their college degrees at night school. Ellen got pregnant soon after we married and she became a stay-at-home mom. When the youngest went off to middle school, Ellen decided it was time to join the work force and had no trouble landing a job. She has a very warm personality, a great figure, and is fairly attractive. Two weeks after her job hunt started she was working full time. 

Things went along fine for the next 6 years as the kids worked their way through middle school and high school. The kids played soccer and Ellen became a soccer mom in her spare time. I don't know why the kids decided to go into the Air Force and not go straight to college. Maybe they want to see the world and have some financial independence. But they were adults and made their own decisions. Regardless, they did appear to be happy with their adventure. 

After the kids left the nest, I noticed a change in Ellen. She seemed at odds with herself on what to do with her extra time. Occasionally, she would come home a little late explaining that she had stopped by Clancy's after work for drink. I never thought much of it because she never made it a regular event. Tonight she would be coming home a little late. She was meeting her friends at Clancy's again. 

My mind was drawn back to the present and my eyes went back to focus on the photo. Many possibilities kept swirling around my head. Was my wife having an affair? Was this even my wife? Who was this guy? Who took the photo? Why did they take the photo? What did they want? Was I being blackmailed and if I didn't pay would they expose my wife to my friends and business associates? Did they intend to black mail my wife? Did they intend to get my wife fired if she didn't pay? But how could the photographer do anything if one couldn't see the faces of this couple? Did the photographer have more photos that revealed the identity of this couple? 

My first inclination was to rush over to my wife's office and confront her but that would only make me look like a paranoid fool. I imagine the photographer would have a good laugh at my expense, and my wife would be furious! 

As a young boy I was taught not to bury my head in the sand hoping that trouble would eventually go away. My Dad always taught me to be proactive; identify the problem and find a solution. The first thing I needed to do was check the house thoroughly for any clues. I started with her closet and dresser. I could find nothing in her clothes, shoe boxes, or drawers. I peeked into the attic to see if anything was there; again there was nothing. 

If I was to find anything at home, it had to be an electronic file. There didn't appear to be any physical evidence anywhere. I booted up the computer and scanned the hard drive for jpg's. I could find no photo files that I wasn't already familiar with. Finding her email accounts would be more difficult. I would have to install a key logger to the back of the computer and plug the keyboard into it. I would do that tomorrow. A further search of the computer revealed nothing. I simply had no clues. I had to stop because Ellen would be back at anytime now. 

I went down stairs to hide the photo. No sooner had I slipped the photo into my briefcase, when Ellen opened the door and said, "Hi. Sorry I am a bit late but I haven's gone out with the girls in over a month now." I told her, "No problem. I am going to bed a little early tonight. I feel a bit under the weather." With that I turned and went upstairs. I could faintly hear the TV down stairs and the next thing I remember was the alarm clock going off. It was 4:00AM and time to get up. 

Ellen was still asleep. I never even heard home come to bed. I felt refreshed and ready to hit the ground running; I had a full day ahead of me. I went down stairs to make coffee and then headed out to the garage to do a quick search of Ellen's car. Again, I came away empty handed with no clues or evidence. 

I then went to Ellen's purse and pulled out her cell phone and went through her phone directory. Again, I found nothing unusual. I recognized the names in her directory and I didn't feel that there were any likely candidates for engaging in a clandestine affair with my wife. I realized that I could only go so far in my investigation as an amateur. I now needed the help of a professional if I was to get to the bottom of this mystery. 

An hour later, I had shaved, showered, dressed, and was on my way to the office. The first thing I did was log on to the Yahoo Yellow Pages where I got the phone number of ACME Investigations. I called and arranged for a 4:00PM appointment that afternoon. 

The day went slow, and I didn't accomplish a damm thing. I just couldn't focus on anything. I left the office about 300PM and drove across town where I pulled up next to a single story office and got out. The building looked a little dilapidated. I had my reservations about these PI guys. I really didn't trust them but I was a novice in dealing with private investigators and had no reference point to judge them. 

As I sat across from the PI, I noticed the wrinkles in his shirt. His tie was loud and kind of vulgar looking. I said to myself, "Oh, shit. I'm I in for a ride or what!" The first thing this guy did was ask for a $200 consulting fee. This guy was as high priced as an attorney! 

As told the PI my story, he sat watching the clock. I had to speed it up or it was going to cost me another $200. When I finished, the guy told me he couldn't help me. He said that the only way to catch you wife was to bug her office and perhaps the office of her boss. He said that that was illegal and he was not about to lose his license over a small fee. He suspected that if anything was going on, they fucked at work and their fucking never left the building. He felt that I was wasting my time trying to catch them under those circumstances, and my wife may not even be the woman in the photo. He told me that he would love to take my money but he had a problem with stealing. As he walked me to the door, he told me that if he could overcome his hang-up with stealing, he would be able to start getting his shirts ironed. I laughed as I left the building. 

I drove home lost and confused. I really didn't know what to do. I could break into the building and plant my own bugs; but I would be picked up on the surveillance cameras, and then I realized I don't know the first thing about planting bugs! 

For all I know, my wife could be completely loyal and is being harassed by an envious employee, or my wife might be getting tag teamed by the entire management staff on a daily basis. I just didn't have a clue. I needed more time to think and perhaps buy some time to see if another photo would arrive in the mail. 

A week went by and I watched Ellen's behavior closely looking for any physical clue, any deviation from what I perceived as her usual routine. There was none. I had begun to check her panties for sign of semen or odors of sex. I really started to become disgusted with my own behavior - sniffing dirty underwear. 

I decided to stop everything cold turkey. My imagination was beginning to exceed the boundaries of sanity. For the next week, I did nothing. I sat back and thought to myself, "Living well would be the best payback." I had read that somewhere but I couldn't remember. It sounded sooo good! I stepped up and looked into the mirror and a second voice pooped into my head. It said, "Do you really believe that crap? The best revenge is living well! What a crock of shit! Don't give up, find out what is going on and take the appropriate action!" I couldn't believe that there were two voices in my brain having an argument. Where in the hell were these two voices coming from? Why not three voices! After all, the more the merrier, right! 

But the second voice was right. It went against my very nature, my soul if you will, not to solve the mystery. Then as if a dam broke, my mind was flooded with fresh ideas on how to tackle the problem. 

The next day, I went and found an electronic specialty store and bought a tiny voice activated recorder. That night, after Ellen went to sleep, I found her purse and made a small incision in the bottom of her purse liner to slip the recorder in. With all the crap she kept in her purse, I was betting that she would never notice the small lump at the bottom. 

I knew Ellen would not slip up if I didn't stir the pot. I needed her to leave the house today pissed-off and agitated. I was banking on her making a beeline to her "Fucker" to hash out her problem. That is if a "Fucker" really existed. So when Ellen woke up, I waited until she got down stairs. She walked into to the kitchen and sat down at the breakfast nook. I was finishing a cup of coffee and reading the paper. Ellen told me, "Good morning Dear!" Aren't you running a bit late?" I looked at her and said, "I have something disturbing to discuss with you." I watched her eyes closely. She had the mask of a professional poker player. She looked right at me and didn't even blink, and answered, "What is your problem, now!" 

I began, "Ellen, a few weeks ago I was sent a photo of you fucking a man in an office at you workplace. I have thought carefully about our relationship and I have come to a decision. I want you to quite your job immediately and I want a full report from you this evening identifying all the parties, places, and times. If I do not have a full accounting by this evening, I will turn over all evidence to my attorney." She looked right at me without blinking and said, "Fuck you! I have never slept with anyone during my marriage so you couldn't possibly have any proof." I got up, headed to the front door, and looked back at her. In a loud and steady voice, I said, "All of it by tonight or there will be no tomorrow." I then walked out the door slamming it behind me. 

I knew that if she was guilty, this would trigger her into action. If she considered her work a "Safe Haven," there would be a chance that she would talk freely with her "Fucker" and the voice recorder would pick up the conversation - if she had that conversation in her office. If she had the conversation in his office, she may or may not have her purse with her. And if she had not been doing anything, she would know I had no solid evidence. She may call and bitch to her mother, friends, or she may call an attorney for an appointment, but the voice recorder would pick up that conversation too. If the voice recorder picked up nothing, then there was a strong possibility that she had that conversation in the office of her "Fucker." If that was the case, I would intensify my efforts. 

I had a relaxing day. I knew there was a possibility that this mystery would come to a head this evening if the voice recorder had detected anything. I could hardly wait for the day to pass. Finally, 4:00PM rolled around. I packed up my briefcase and headed home into the unknown. 

To be continued...

The Photo



For Adam...

and for me.



I was standing in the bathroom trying to decide which skirt to wear to the masquerade party that night. I asked my husband, Adam, what he thought. After the briefest of deliberations, he said, "The short one." I had already selected the rest of my outfit for the night--high-heeled black leather boots, thigh-high fishnets, a skimpy black tanktop and a sexy black leather eye mask I'd found the day before. Adam's outfit was more understated, but he still looked incredibly hot in his black shirt, black jeans that showed off his ass and simple black fabric mask. 

"So, what kind of a party do you think this is? I have a sense that masquerade parties can be a little risqué," I said as I slid on the stockings. 

"Well," answered Adam, "I think we should be prepared for anything and I think we should make some rules." 

"OK," I replied, feeling a little surprised because Adam is usually pretty adventurous and not one to make a lot of rules. 

"The first rule is that you should be open to enjoying any experiences that come your way. The second is that you shouldn't wear any underwear," he said. 

Ah, that sounded more like the Adam I know. 

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I think we were both curious about how the party would turn out because we had been invited under unusual and intriguing circumstances. We were at a crowded opening for a show of Adam's photos. That night's collection included a series of somewhat abstract nudes. Several people had asked him who he used for his model. He had said that it was a student from the local art school. We were the only ones who know that it was me. 

Knowing that all of these people were admiring my breasts, ass and legs was really hot. I felt my nipples getting hard. Just then, I noticed a handsome man walk up to my favorite of the photos. In it, I was lying on my side and it showed the curves from my breasts, along my waist and down to my ass. He was tall, with dark hair, bright blue eyes and a muscular, but not overly bulky body. He turned around and saw me looking at him. He looked me up and down and said, "Gorgeous."

"Pardon," I stammered, more than a little flustered. 

"That's a gorgeous photo," he said. "Something about it looks familiar." From the little smile on his face, I wondered if he had figured out that I was the model. The dress I was wearing was not particularly short or low-cut, but it was form-fitting. He probably had a pretty good sense of what my body looks like. "I think I'd like to buy it," he said. "I've been looking for something beautiful to enjoy in my bedroom." 

Blushing, I said, "Let me introduce you to my husband, the photographer." I caught Adam's eye and he came over. By the look on his face, I suspected he'd heard and enjoyed the whole exchange. 

"I'm Adam," he said, "and it looks like you've met my lovely wife Alice." 

"Jack," said the sexy stranger. "I'm interested in buying this piece." 

"You have excellent taste," said Adam. "It's one of my favorites." 

"Is it hard for you to give it up and know that someone else will be enjoying it?" asked Jack. 

"No," said Adam with a smile. "I get a lot of pleasure knowing that other people appreciate my work." 

Jack paid for the photo and as I was wrapping it for him, he said, "I'm having a party this weekend. I'd love it if you and Adam could come." 

"That sounds like fun," I said, wondering what exactly he had in mind. 

"Wonderful, I'll send you an invitation," said Jack and he walked out with the photo. 

Watching Jack walk out the door, my nipples were pushing against the fabric of my dress and my pussy was wet. I walked over to Adam and whispered in his ear, "I think he might have figured out who your model is." 

Adam grinned and said, "I'm quite sure that he did," stroking the same curves that were in the photo and eying my erect nipples. 

"Come with me," I said and pulled him into a storage room at the back of the gallery. We started kissing as we closed the door. He rubbed and gently pinched my nipples. I took his hand and put it under my dress so he could feel how wet I was. He groaned as he stroked my pussy. I felt the large bulge straining at the material of his pants. I hopped up on a table that was a very convenient height, tossed my thong to the side, pushed up the skirt of my dress and pulled him to me. I fumbled a little with Adam's belt- he always wears a belt with an unusual buckle- but soon enough, I had freed his long, hot, hard cock. I wrapped my legs around him and he thrust into me. It was all I could do to not cry out and alert all of the people outside to our activities. Adam grabbed my ass with both hands and lifted me up. He fucked me hard against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist, until I came with a ferocious orgasm, followed quickly by Adam's own. 

With trembling limbs, we untangled ourselves and tried to restore some semblance of order to our clothes. On our way back into the gallery, we held hands and grinned. I was pretty sure we were both glowing with the FFL (freshly fucked look).

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As we got into our car on the way to the masquerade party, Adam said, "Well, if this party is half as hot as the night at the gallery, I'll be a happy man." I winked at him and leaned back in my seat, noticing the feeling of my bare pussy against my short skirt. I'd have to be careful not to bend over, or perhaps that was exactly what I should do. 

We found the address listed on the invitation and pulled into the circular driveway. The large, elegant house was lit with candles and was very inviting. There seemed to be quite a crowd inside. Jack, wearing an elegant suit and a sleek black mask, met us at the door, greeting Adam with a friendly handshake. He gave me a hug that was just a bit longer than your average welcome embrace. As he kissed me on the cheek, he murmured, "You look lovely." He showed us to the bar and moved on to mingle with his other guests. 

As Adam went to get my French 75 champagne cocktail, I looked around and was struck by how attractive everyone was. That, plus the sense of anonymity provided by the masks, gave me a feeling that it could turn out to be a very interesting night. We chatted with several different people, all of whom were lively and interesting. A little while later, Jack came over to us. "I was wondering if you'd like to see your photo in its new home," he said. 

Adam replied, "Actually, I was just going to get another drink. Why don't you two go ahead?" He gave me a naughty wink and disappeared into the crowd. 

"Shall we?" said Jack. I took his arm and my champagne flute and we started up the stairs. As we walked, I noticed how gorgeous and tastefully decorated his house was. I was flattered that Jack had chosen Adam's photo of me as part of his collection.

As he opened the door to a large bedroom, I asked, "How did you know it was me in the photo?" 

He replied, "With those round, pert breasts and that luscious ass, it was undeniably you, my dear."

I blushed furiously and turned around to look at the room. There was the photo, in a prime location for easy viewing from the large bed or the inviting rug in front of the fireplace. Jack came up behind me and whispered, "It looks like it belongs there, doesn't it?" I was so turned on by the feeling of his breath on my neck and the heat of his body behind me that all I could do was nod. He moved his firm hand around to the front of my flat stomach, gently sliding his fingers between my top and skirt.

"I take it that Adam is ok with this," he said.

"More than ok," I replied. 

Jack pulled me against him and I could feel his hard cock pressing against my ass. Very slowly, Jack started to move his hand up from my waist. My nipples were erect long before his hand reached the lower part of my breasts. When it did, I felt a tremble of pleasure throughout my whole body. "You feel even better than I imagined," he murmured. Meanwhile, his other hand had been working its way up from the hem of my skirt. He quickly discovered that my fishnets were thigh highs and that I wasn't wearing underwear. When he felt my wet pussy, he let out a low moan. I felt every sensation so intensely. I wasn't sure if I could handle much more. Then, he thrust two of his fingers into my cunt, while gently stroking my clit with his thumb. The combination of the strong thrusts and feather-light caresses nearly made me come right then. I tilted my head back to kiss him and he started stroking my nipple. The strokes became more insistent until, finally, I couldn't hold back anymore. I came, bucking wildly on his hand. 

Afterward, I felt almost too weak to stand and Jack helped me over to the bed.

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While I recovered from my orgasm, Jack helped me take off my boots. He stroked my hair for a little while. Then, we started kissing again. He slowly kissed his way down my neck and chest. I could hardly stand the anticipation of his mouth on my nipples. When he finally got there, I moaned and squirmed with delight. Then he lifted his head from my breast and looked at me.

"Don't stop," I said. 

"I have a friend who also has a great appreciation for beauty. He's downstairs. Would it be ok if I brought him here?" 

I hesitated briefly. I'd never fucked a stranger before, let alone two in one night. Ultimately, though, the idea of two sets of hands, mouths and cocks having their way with me was irresistible. "Go find your friend," I said with a smile. 

While I waited, I gently caressed my breasts, stomach and thighs and tried to imagine the experience to come. A few minutes later, Jack walked in with a handsome man with dark brown hair, big brown eyes and a very sexy smile. I stood up to greet them. "Alice," Jack said, "this is Antonio." 

"So you're the mysterious lady from the photo," Antonio said in an accent that drove me wild. 

He took my hand and led me over to the rug by the fireplace. He and Jack undressed me together- Antonio lifting my shirt over my head, while Jack took off my skirt and stockings. They laid me down on the rug. Jack was on one side of me and Antonio on the other. They started caressing me from head to toe (well, mostly from breast to ass). I reveled in all of the attention. It felt amazing to be kissing one man as he stroked my inner thigh and pussy, while another man touched my breasts and licked my nipples. I also loved the feeling of reaching out and feeling a hard cock in each hand. It was such a turn on to know that I could make two men so hot for me. 

While a part of me wanted to stay in that position for ever, at some point I could no longer resist making use of the stiff cocks on either side of me. I turned over and started kissing Jack's stomach. Pretty quickly, I moved down until I was on my hands and knees sucking his cock. It was long and salty and felt wonderful in my mouth. I was enjoying it so much that I hardly noticed that Antonio had moved behind me until he slid his cock into my dripping wet pussy. I moaned, which made Jack clutch my head tighter. I hadn't realized that I would enjoy the feeling of two cocks inside me so much.

We all moved together. Then, Antonio's pace quickened and he came just before I did. We all caught our breath briefly. Soon, though, I remembered that Jack hadn't come. I was very grateful for his restraint when I saw his erect cock silhouetted against the fire. Antonio turned to his side and watched as I climbed on top of Jack and started to fuck him. I've always loved being on top. I like to be in control of our movements and I like putting on a good show for my partner. As it turns out, I like it even better with a bigger audience. 

As I rode him and squeezed his cock with the muscles of my cunt, I stroked my breasts, stomach and thighs. Suddenly, I realized I was on the brink of orgasm. I looked at Jack and smiled before being overcome by waves and waves of pleasure as we came together. Afterward, we all collapsed, exhausted, on the rug, a tangle of sweaty limbs and glowing skin. 

I woke to find Jack and Antonio getting dressed. I could still hear the sounds of the party, so I knew it couldn't be as late as I felt it was. Antonio knelt beside me, gave me a gentle kiss on the lips and said "You are exquisite."

As he left, Jack came over, brushed my hair from my face and took my hand. "Can I get you anything?" he asked. 

"Well," I said with a sleepy smile, "you've already given me pretty much everything a girl could ask for. Would you just ask Adam to come to me?" 

"Of course," he replied. Jack stroked my face before walking out of the room, leaving me with many amazing images and sensations running through my mind.

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A few minutes later, Adam walked in with a big smile on his face, taking in the room, the photo, my disheveled hair and, of course, my distinct lack of clothing. He lounged next to me and started stroking my side. "So," he said with a little wiggle of his eyebrows, "it looks like you've been having a good time." 

I closed my eyes and smiled, remembering the evening's events. "Yes, I think you could say that." 

From the bulge in his pants, I could tell that he was already really turned on. I wondered what he would do when I told him about everything I'd done. 

We started kissing. Then, he stopped abruptly. "Well, are you going to keep me in suspense??!!"

I took his hand and brought him over by the photo where Jack and I had started. Using Adam's hands, I showed him how Jack had stroked my body. I told Adam that Jack had finger fucked me until I came and how much I had liked the way Jack touched my nipples. When I turned around to look at Adam, I could tell my story had had the desired effect. He was looking at me with an intensity I'd never seen before.

I took Adam back over the rug and told him how Jack had suggesting including his friend. I described how Jack and Antonio had caressed my body and how much I had loved the feeling of two cocks inside me at once. Finally, I straddled Adam and demonstrated how I had fucked Jack while Antonio watched.

I could tell that he liked the feeling of thrusting his cock into my cunt that was already full of other men's cum. The description of this final moment proved too much for both of us and we came together in an earth shattering orgasm. 

Afterward, I felt so spent that I wasn't sure if I would ever be able to move from that rug again.

Eventually, Adam got up and collected our clothing. Very tenderly, he helped me get dressed and lifted me to my feet. With his arm around me, we slowly walked downstairs. There were still a few guests mingling, drinking and laughing, although the crowd had thinned considerably since I had first gone upstairs with Jack. I briefly wondered how long I had actually been up there, but found that I had no idea. I had been so lost in the moment, it could have been half an hour or half a day. 

Adam said goodbye to some of the people he'd met. I could do little more than smile sleepily. At one point I saw Antonio across the room and pointed him out to Adam. He grinned at me and patted my ass. Finally, we found Jack. 

He smiled at both of us and said, "Thank you for a truly magnificent evening and for the exquisite photo to remember it by." 

"The pleasure was ours" I replied.

Jack kissed me on the cheek and said with a little smile, "You did seem to enjoy yourself." 

Adam and I walked to our car. As we got in, he said, "Maybe I should see if that 'art student' can model for me again sometime." We laughed together as we drove home.



The Photo Album



My wife and I have a tradition. Each Christmas morning, before we get up and join the others to start the festivities, we give each other our special presents. These are gifts that we wouldn't necessarily want to be opened in front of everyone.

This year, I was woken by my wife coming back into the bedroom after having had a shower. I lay still and watched as she she meticulously dried every inch of her body and then walked naked across the room to get back into bed, her breasts bouncing slightly with each step. What a wonderful way to start the day. She leaned across and kissed me. 

"Happy Christmas darling"

Her body felt warm and clean and she had the fresh smell of shower gel about her. I could tell she was excited and returned the kiss.

"Happy Christmas Beth. Would you like your present?" 

Not needing to hear the reply I reached under the bed and pulled out the suitably wrapped gift. She took off the paper to reveal a distinctive box from her favourite lingerie company.

"Oh, goody!" she exclaimed, carefully removing the lid and unfurling the tissue paper within.

Out from the tissue paper she lifted the delicate black lace knickers I had bought her.

"Wow, these are gorgeous" she said, feeling the material between her fingers.

She jumped out of bed and pulled them slowly up her long legs. Thankfully they fitted. She reached back into the box and removed the matching bra, which she also put on. Stepping over to the mirror she looked at herself. The lacy fabric did little to cover her; if anything the tantalising view of her pubic hair and areolae beneath drew attention to her nakedness.

"I think you will also find a pair of stockings in there." 

In no time she was back in front of the mirror with the stockings on, their wide lace tops keeping them in place on her thighs. After admiring herself in the mirror again, she turned to show me.

"You look hot. So elegant and sexy. I wish I had my camera up here."

Grabbing a present from under her side of the bed, she bounced over to my side and straddled me. I could feel the fabric of her stockings on either side of my legs and the sensation of lace grazing my cock.

As she handed me the parcel her face had changed to that of nervous excitement. 

"This is for you."

I peeled off the paper and found what looked like a photograph album. The book was tied shut by a ribbon. As I reached to undo the bow she stopped me.

"Before you do that, I have a confession to make." She looked at me now with an expression of nervous guilt. "You know how we have always been honest and open with each other about how we feel and the things that we have done?"

"Yes" I replied, beginning to feel a little nervous myself.

"Well I have kept something from you for the last couple of months. Do you remember, several weeks ago, when you got back from that business trip you asked me how I had spent the week and I told you that I had gone to work as usual?"

I nodded. The time difference and long hours with the client had meant that we hadn't really spoken while I was away.

"Well that wasn't entirely true. One of those days I didn't go to work. Instead, I drove to a photographic studio where I spent several hours being photographed naked."

Her eyes searched my face, anxious to gauge my reaction. I was stunned. During moments of passion we had talked about this but I never thought she would do it and especially not without me there. Then my attention turned to the album I was holding. Within its pages were images of my wife, naked as someone else had seen her. Questions started running through my mind; how many people had been there when she was photographed, was the photographer a man or a woman, what had she worn, what poses had she been photographed in? I became aware of my cock stiffening against the lace of her underwear.

I reached for the bow to answer some of these questions. Again, she stopped me from opening the book, taking it from me and placing it on the bedside table.

"Tonight, when we have more time, I want to tell you in detail everything that happened that day. Until then will you promise not to peek at it?"

"Uhmm...okay" I responded frustratedly.

"It's getting late, we really ought to join the others downstairs for breakfast. I think I will wear my present today. Thank you."

With that she kissed me again, leapt from the bed, slipped a dress on and disappeared out of the door.

***

This Christmas day was the longest I have ever experienced. All I could think about was the photo album on my bedside table or, more precisely, the nature of how its contents came into being. To compound this, each time I caught site of my wife's stocking clad legs or the outline of her breast beneath her dress my head was filled with images of the underwear she had on and its contents. 

By early evening, through surreptitious questioning during snatched moments alone, I had managed to ascertain that she had gone there alone, that the photographer was male and unknown to me and that his wife had helped with wardrobe, hair and make-up.

The evening continued with everyone chatting and playing games but I couldn't take it any longer. When I felt it had got late enough not to draw attention, I announced that I was tired and was heading to bed. As I passed my wife she caught my eye and, with a straight face said she would be up in a while before returning to the conversation she was having. 

Unfortunately, it didn't take long to get ready for bed and soon I was sat waiting with the album beside me, no distractions and a digital clock display that appeared to have become stuck. I picked up the album and examined it without untying the ribbon. It was hardback, bound in leather and had that wonderful smell that real leather has. It measured roughly eight inches by ten and, from what I could see, contained roughly 30 pages each apparently with a photograph on it. Thirty images of my wife's naked body. 

Twenty minutes had passed since I had retired to bed, it couldn't be long now before Beth came up. I managed to resist the urge to look inside the album but could not resist that of touching myself. I lay with eyes closed, the book in one hand and the other slowly stroking my cock. Different scenarios of what might have happened played out in my head. 

I woke with a start as Beth kissed me. Three-quarters of an hour had passed since I last looked at the clock; I had drifted from fantasy into erotic dream.

"I'm sorry I wasn't up here sooner but I got talking with Uncle Tom and couldn't get away. I hope you are not too tired; I really want to tell you what happened. You're not upset with me for doing this are you?" she said, pointing to the album.

"Erm...no, I don't think so, but until I see the photographs I don't think I can really imagine that you did it. I need to hear what happened, everything."

"Everything?"

"Yes, every detail of what you did, were thinking and feeling."

"Okay, hold on a second." and with that she slipped out of her dress and carefully removed her bra and stockings before bending at the hips to slide her panties down her legs. This provided me with a brief but exquisite sight of her pussy framed by her thighs. She slid between the covers and cuddled up to me, her skin warm and smooth against mine, I could feel the roughness of her pubic hair and the hard nub of her nipple as she moved against me.

"Well, to start at the beginning." she began, pausing slightly, "I love you and wanted to do something special for you for Christmas. You know we have spoken before about having someone else photograph me naked and to be honest, while I enjoy it when we mess around with the camera at home and the fantasy is fun, the idea of being photographed for real by someone else was not that appealing. However, I thought there was no harm in looking on the internet for places that would do that sought of thing; so I spent some time on the computer. Most of the sites I found were too seedy, too expensive or I didn't like the images they took. Others I liked but were too far away to be of use. I was about to give up on the idea completely when I found this one site. It was for a photographer called Mike who has a studio about an hour away from us. Judging by his website he appeared to be very professional and predominately did studio portraits and some nudes. I liked his photographs as he seemed to have brought out the beauty in all his subjects, although there weren't many examples of the nudes. I decided to give him a ring to see if he could ease my mind about some of the questions I had that the website didn't answer."

"The phone was answered by a woman, who turned out to be Mike's wife Sue. She has a bubbly personality and I found it easy talking to her. She explained the different priced packages they did, the lengths of the shoots, the number of photographs you got and how she would be on hand to help with hair, make-up and wardrobe. From what she was saying it was clear she thought I wanted just and ordinary portrait session, so I explained that I wanted these to be special photographs for my husband but that I was a little nervous about it. "Oh" she giggled, "Mike hasn't done a great deal of those professionally but he has been thinking about expanding that side of the business and, between you and me, I just love the ones he has done of me at home. Why don't you book a session and if you don't feel like it when you get here we can just do a normal portrait." So I booked a date for when you were away so that it would be a surprise and, if I bottled out at the last minute, you wouldn't be disappointed."

"About a week before the photo shoot I got a call from Mike, he wanted to check that the proposed date was still okay for me and to give me some instructions for the day. He also wanted to discuss whether I had any particular requests for sets, costumes, poses etc. It was strange talking to a complete stranger for the first time about how he would be photographing me naked."

"You left for your business trip on the Monday and the photo shoot was scheduled for Wednesday. I went to work as normal on Monday and Tuesday, although I doubt I got much work done as the closer Wednesday came the more distracted I was. After work on Tuesday I went to the hairdressers, if I was going to do this I wanted to look my best. When I got home I had a quick supper and then spent a long time in a hot bath with a glass of wine. I shaved my legs and trimmed my bikini line so it was neat for the following day. It was strange, as I was painting my nails, it occurred to me that it felt as though I was getting ready for a date."

"I was anxious and didn't sleep well that night. When I woke on Wednesday morning I had a knot in my stomach as if I were back at school and it was an exam day; although perhaps this was also tinged with a dash of excitement. One of the things that Mike had asked was that I avoided wearing tight fitting clothes before the shoot and preferably no underwear at all, as these create unsightly marks on the skin. So I remained naked around the house until just before leaving when I put on one of my cotton summer dresses. Walking the short distance from our front door to my car was quite an experience as I had never worn a dress in public with no underwear."

"The studio, as I think I mentioned, is about an hour away. I had set off in good time but an accident had caused the roads to snarl up and I ended up arriving over forty-five minutes late. I was flustered but Mike and Sue were very understanding and put me at ease with a cup of tea and by explaining that I was their only appointment for that day. 

"You have been very quiet, are you okay with what I have done?" As she asked me this she ran her hand up my leg and took hold of my hardening cock. 

"Yes...I'm just enjoying listening to you." I replied.

"So I can tell." she said giving a slow tug on my now hard cock.

"I have loads of questions, like what are Mike and Sue like, and I am dying to see inside the album but I'll try not to interrupt because I want to hear every detail you can remember,"

Without releasing my cock Beth continued, "Good. Well of course I had spoken to both of them on the phone but had not seen them; they don't have any pictures of themselves on the website. I think I had assumed that they were about our ages but in fact they are probably ten years older. I think you would get on well with them both but especially Sue."

"Anyway, after we had finished our cup of tea, Sue lead me through the studio, where Mike was moving a riding saddle onto a stand in front of an array of lights, to the dressing room. The room was like a movie star's, it had a dressing-table with lights around it. On one side was a huge rack of clothes and a full length mirror and on the other a leather sofa. Sue, turning towards the clothes rack, told me to get undressed while she sorted out clothes for the first shoot. I took off my coat and shoes and realised that all I had left to remove was my dress. I took a deep breath, undid the zip and stepped out of it. I stood up, holding the dress in front of me, and turned towards Sue to find that she was looking at me. She held out her hand to take my dress and, once I had given it to her, handed me a pair of jodhpurs and a red riding jacket. The jodhpurs were a tight fit, as they should be, and so was the jacket. I had no shirt or bra on underneath so, when I looked in the mirror, there was a healthy amount of cleavage visible but you can see that for yourself. I think it's time for you untied that bow."

I pulled on the bow and opened the album to the first page and there, staring back at me, was my wife dressed as she had described with the addition of a riding hat, crop and boots. She was standing beside a saddle slung across a stand as if it where a horse. The jodhpurs were indeed tight and perhaps of a thinner material than usual. Stood as she was with her legs together, the triangular gap that she gets at the top of her thighs when wearing jeans or leggings was clearly visible as was overall shape of her pussy. The jacket was buttoned showing off her trim waist while its plunging lapel made it obvious that she wasn't wearing anything underneath without actually showing anything.

As I turned to the second page Beth restarted her slow rhythmical massage of my cock. The second image was much the same, Beth stood in almost the identical position except that in this shot the jacket had been un-buttoned and her arm now rested on the saddle. This meant that the jacket fell open and the sides of both her breasts were in plain sight, their beautiful curves disappearing under the fabric.

I turned the page to the third image. The camera angle had now changed and we were looking at the saddle from the side. Beth had also moved from standing beside the saddle to leaning over it. The image showed her firm round buttocks and legs. This pose stretched the fabric even more; it was clear that her pussy was being squeezed out from between her thighs and, knowing her pussy, I could even discern the outline of her inner labia sitting proud of her outer lips, as hers do.

Having absorbed this image, I went to turn the page and Beth stopped me.

"Are you enjoying what you have seen so far?"

"Yes, you look beautiful and sexy. I'm also enjoying what you are currently doing with your hands."

"Those three images are from the first set we did. I was very nervous as you can probably see and, as a result, I wasn't responding to Mike's directions very well; so they decided that a change of costume might help. I went with Sue back to the dressing room. She said that I needed to loosen up a bit because the best photographs happen when the subject is truly enjoying themselves. I explained that I was a bit nervous about getting naked in front of strangers so she suggested that I be nude in there while she had a look at the lingerie that I had brought. Mike had asked that I bring along anything I thought I might want to be photographed in. I took off the jacket and tried to get the jodhpurs off but they were stuck around my ankles. Loosing my balance I fell back onto the sofa. Sue came over and grabbed them and started pulling while I held on to the sofa to stop myself ending up on the floor. Eventually they flew off leaving me naked and both of us laughing. After that I couldn't see the point in covering up so I helped her pick a pair of panties to go with the dress she wanted me to wear for the next set. I dressed and Sue did my hair and make up. As we were leaving the dressing room she whispered to me that I had a beautiful body and I shouldn't worry about letting other people see it, which was kind and sent a little shiver through me. Okay, you can turn the page" 

In the next image Beth was standing beside a chaise-lounge, the backdrop had changed to a thick velvet curtain and there was a tall candelabra to one side. Beth was wearing a long black velvet evening gown and holding a champaign flute. She was turned away from the camera which revealed that the dress had a halter-neck and a plunging back. The photograph beautifully caught her smooth skin and the taught muscles underneath. The plunging back meant there was no way she could have worn a bra and, sure enough, the side of her breast was just visible with a tantalising void below where it held the fabric of the dress away from her body. 

On the following page she was now perched on the edge of the chaise-lounge, both hands holding the champaign flute as if in conversation with someone at some smart cocktail party. Except in this position it became obvious that the dress had a slit that ran from the hem to most of the way up the thigh. The top of her legs were covered but on the side nearest the camera the material had fallen away to reveal a stocking clad leg. The outline of her calf, accentuated by the high-heeled shoes she was wearing and contrasted against the darkness of the fabric beyond, was very sensual.

Mike had zoomed in on the upper half of my wife's body for the following shot. In this Beth was raising her glass to take a sip; in doing so the material on the front of the dress moved revealing her breast in profile with a very erect nipple was clearly visible.

"Do you like the way my nipple looks?" Beth asked.

"Yes. I don't think I have seen it larger than that, you really must have been enjoying the experience by now."

"Sue said you would like it. Mike had to take lots of shots before he got that one the way he wanted it; the fabric of the dress wouldn't sit right. Just before this shot was taken Sue, who was adjusting the dress again, slipped her hand under my breast and gave my nipple a firm tweak. After, she whispered to me that all men love to see a hard nipple, and then walked away as if nothing had happened."

"What did you think to that?" I asked, excited by the thought of a woman groping Beth's breast.

"I was a little shocked...but it did feel nice." she replied, coyly.

The next four images were not posed photographs like the others but more reportage in style. The first showed Beth reaching behind her neck, a look of nervousness on her face. In the second she has released the clasp of the halter neck and is pulling the top down but her breasts are still covered. In the third image she has pulled the top down to her waist but one arm is clasped across her breasts in an attempt to cover them, however one nipple can just be seen poking out from between her figures. In the fourth, Beth has closed her eyes with embarrassment as she has dropped both hands to her lap. Mike had skilfully captured the moment when my wife had exposed her breasts to him for the first time. 

Reverting back to the studio-image style, the next photograph showed a proud Beth with her back slightly arched and her breasts pushed forward and lead by firm nipples. Her hands were in her lap amongst the crumpled fabric of the top half of her dress. Next, she lay back with her leg furthest from the camera bent causing the bottom of the dress to bunch, allowing a view of her panty-clad crotch. I recognised the panties as being a pair she has that are similar to the lace ones I had given her that day. I tried to remember how much is visible when she wears them. They are lined, so Mike wouldn't be able to see her pussy lips, but they are lacey so he would be able to see her bush. The next shot was confirmation of this.




The Photo Album



My father died two years ago, at 72 years of age. After the funeral, and all the administrative details of the will, etc., it fell to me, as his son and only child, to look after and take care of my 70-year-old mother, his widow. Thus it was that I began spending many weekend days at her house, helping her dispose of Dad's worldly possessions.

One weekend, not long after the funeral, I was at Mom's; she was cleaning out the closets -- collecting Dad's clothes to send to the re-sale shops -- and she asked me to start working on cleaning the attic.

The attic was about what you'd expect of a couple of septuagenarians who'd lived in the same house together for over 40 years, and it wasn't helped by the fact that both Mom and Dad had significant pack-rat tendencies. Clutter was piled upon clutter, and, at least at first, it was a challenge just to find a clear space in which to stand, much less to move about.

I started moving things around to clear some space, and make it easier to move around. At the bottom of a pile of boxes, and hidden against a wall, I noticed a box that contained several old photo albums. I pulled the box away from the wall, and prepared to lift it and move it to another spot, so I could start clearing some space in earnest.

I noticed some of the old photo albums had labels on the front, like "Jack, 1972" containing photos of me from the year I was four years old. And I was lost in nostalgic reverie for the next hour or so, looking at photos from my childhood, and recalling the events for which the photographs provided documentation.

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I was just about to close the box and drag myself back to work, when I noticed one more album, at the bottom of the box, labeled "Sailing Trip, 1965". Doing some quick mental arithmetic, I figured that Dad would have been 27 at the time, and Mom 25; they would have been married for two years, give or take, and my own conception was still two years in the future. I'd seen my parents' childhood photos from visits to my grandparents, but this album promised to be fascinating, not least because it touched on the period of time between their wedding and the arrival of their first and only child (that would be me), a period of time about which I knew very little of their lives. So I found a stool to sit on, and started flipping through the old photo album.

The first page contained an 8x10 enlargement of a color photo of four people -- two men and two women -- standing on the deck of a good-sized sailboat (27 feet, if it was the same boat I remembered), waving to the camera. Mom and Dad were easy to pick out, although they were younger-looking than I ever remembered them being. Mom wore a bright-yellow bikini bathing suit, which by today's standards, was pretty tame. Even so, I found myself smiling at the realization that Mom had been a pretty hot number, back in the day. Dad wore a pair of swimming trunks, with one of the old sleeveless 'muscle shirts', and deck shoes with white crew socks.

The other couple I recognized as Mom and Dad's lifelong best friends, the Rutherfords -- Dr. Brian Rutherford, and his wife Gwen, although I'd only ever been allowed to call them Dr. and Mrs. Rutherford. Even now, in my 40s, it would still feel really strange to call them 'Brian' or 'Gwen'. Mrs. Rutherford wore a blue bikini, similar to Mom's, but perhaps just a touch more daring (by mid-60s standards, of course). And Dr. Rutherford dressed the part of the preppy young doctor, with a polo shirt and a captain's hat, signifying his 'rank', and the fact that he owned the boat.

I was sure that I'd been on that very same boat many times. As I said, the Rutherfords have been Mom and Dad's best friends for virtually their whole adult lives, and I'm sure the feeling is mutual. Even as Dr. Rutherford became increasingly prominent in the community, they had plenty of opportunities to leave our family behind, and chase a more 'upwardly mobile' crowd, but they never did. Even after I was born, and their son Scott, they would still take our family out for day sails several times every summer.

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I turned the page, and the next set of photos documented the provisioning of the boat, for what looked to be a pretty extended sail. In one picture, Dad was carrying a case of beer and Dr. Rutherford had a case of champagne, while Mom lugged a couple large bottles of harder stuff, all of them smiling broadly for the camera, obviously wielded by Mrs. Rutherford. They were certainly laying in plenty of provisions for having a good time.

On the facing page was a hilarious photo, in which Mom was holding a sign that read, "12 Miles From Land" with an arrow, presumably pointing back toward the mainland; Mrs. Rutherford sat next to Mom, shading her eyes with one hand, while her other hand pointed back in the direction of land. At the edge of the photo, Dr. Rutherford, now shirtless, held up a plastic bag containing what looked to be a dozen or so joints. I laughed -- my very conventional parents, and their even more conventional friends, were eager to toke up, but not until they'd passed out of US territorial waters. I tried to imagine my parents being stoned, but the image simply wouldn't come together for me. Even if I didn't see another photograph, this was already a very interesting album, for showing me a side of my parents (pre-parenthood, to be sure) that I would never have imagined.

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On the next page, the first photo was of Mom and Mrs. Rutherford, smiling as they reached behind their necks. I couldn't see what, exactly, they might have been up to, but the next photo told the story, as both women were topless, though with their arms tightly against their sides, trying to minimize their exposure. But in the third photo, they were standing with their arms raised over their heads, still clutching their bras, their firm, round breasts on full display. The photo after that had them gazing coquettishly at the camera, their hands cupped under their breasts, displaying them for the camera.

I was somewhere between a bemused smile and utter astonishment -- Mom? Mrs. Rutherford? Flashing their tits for each other's husbands? REALLY?

The next photo had Dad between the two women, with his arms around them both, fondling a breast of each woman, while grinning impishly. Then Dr. Rutherford, evidently not wanting to miss out on the fun, took his groping-turn on camera in the next photo.

I tried to wrap my head around the idea of my parents and their friends going topless and groping each other's wives, but no matter how hard I tried, it simply wouldn't compute. The photographs were indisputable, though -- that was Mom and Dad, beyond a doubt, and that was Dr. and Mrs. Rutherford. Of course, I also couldn't quite grasp that my parents had ever been carefree 20-somethings, either. By the time my own memories kick in, my parents were already in their 30s, and well settled-down.

I looked at the album -- there were still several pages of photos yet to peruse, and given the progression of the first three pages, I wondered where there could possibly be left to go. With a degree of trepidation, I turned the page again.

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The first photo appeared to be a card game. Mom and Dad and Mrs. Rutherford were studying their cards, and Dr. Rutherford must have been taking the picture. In the next picture, Dad's face was twisted into an exaggerated pout, while Mom and Mrs. Rutherford were laughing and pointing at him. Then, in the next one, Dad had his swimsuit wadded up in his hand while he stood naked, his dick hanging out for all to see. I noted, with some bemusement, that he appeared to be semi-hard. So -- they were playing strip poker? Not much of a game, I thought, when each player only has one article of clothing to lose. But maybe that was the idea. The next three photos documented the nakedness of each of the crew-members in turn, until all four of them were completely naked, dicks and pussies on parade.

The next two shots showed Mom, and then Mrs. Rutherford, sitting in the well, grinning while Dad and Dr. Rutherford stood on either side of her. She held a firm grip on both their cocks, now fully erect. Then in the last photo on the page, Mom and Mrs. R were spreading their legs, flashing the pink insides of their hairy pussies for the camera.

Goodness, Mom. . . you were quite the naughty girl, weren't you?

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Once more, I hesitated to turn the page, but I couldn't help myself. What in the world were my parents going to do next?

At the top of the next page was a photo of Mrs. Rutherford naked and smiling and waving to the camera as she headed below-decks, towing her naked husband behind her by his erection. He was shrugging his shoulders, his hands palms-up in feigned resignation.

The next photo made my jaw hit the floor. It was evidently a photo taken from outside the Rutherfords' cabin below-decks. The door was cracked open a few inches, and inside, Mrs. Rutherford, with her back to the camera, sat astride Dr. Rutherford, riding his cock in unmistakable sexual intercourse. She was leaned slightly forward, and Dr. R's erection was clearly visible, stretching from his balls upward, until it disappeared inside his wife. I couldn't tell exactly, but it looked like she was clenching her ass-muscles, squeezing her husband's cock inside herself. Had Dad snuck the photo? Or had the Rutherfords allowed him to?

The following picture was almost identical to the previous one, except that Dr. Rutherford had his head raised, looking at the photographer, a huge grin on his face, his hand raised in the middle-finger salute. Mrs. Rutherford still sat astride her husband, her face turned towards the camera, looking back over her shoulder. Her husband's balls still nestled against her ass, and she had a look of bemused surprise on her face.

Holy shit! I could never have imagined that my parents, much less the Rutherfords, would be so brazen with each other, sneaking photos of each other fucking!

The last couple photos on that page didn't even appear to have been snuck. Mom and Dad were having what appeared to be a leisurely missionary fuck in the dinghy, while Dr. Rutherford snapped the photos.

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There were only a couple more pages left, and I inwardly steeled myself in preparation for what they might contain. Obviously, my parents and their best friends were very, um, uninhibited with each other. How far, I wondered, did they go, really?

The first photo at the top of the next page, showed Dr. Rutherford sitting on a bench, his head laid back with a look of utter ecstasy on his face, while Mom -- Mom?!? -- knelt in front of him. Her right hand gripped the shaft of his cock, while her left cradled his balls. Her mouth covered his cockhead, and a couple inches of his shaft. My Mom was giving Dr. Rutherford a blow-job! In the next photo, Mom was grinning for the camera, her mouth wide open, proudly displaying Dr. Rutherford's cum in her mouth. 

Next came the corresponding pair of photos of Dad and Mrs. Rutherford. I just shook my head and smiled with wry amusement. My parents -- my own parents. . .

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There was only one more page to flip, and then the back page. What the hell, I thought to myself. Nothing they could do would surprise me at this point.

So, when I saw the next photo, it just seemed to bring the entire sequence to a logical conclusion. Dr. Rutherford was sitting on the same bench as on the previous page. But this time, instead of blowing him, Mom was sitting astride his lap, fucking him. The camera angle was such that the viewer had a clear look between their legs, to where Dr. R's cock disappeared inside Mom. In the next photo, Mom was still riding him, while he sucked her tits. Then finally, Mom and Dr. R are grinning for the camera, looking flushed and winded, their hair a sweaty, disheveled mess. The facing page showed Dad fucking Mrs. R the same way.

I turned the final page over, and there were the four of them, standing completely naked on the deck of the boat, each raising a celebratory glass to the camera. But. . . who was taking the picture?

*****

I re-packed the box, setting the 'Sailing Trip, 1965' album on top. I could never have imagined my parents, or the Rutherfords, swinging together. I wondered if the sailing trip had been a one-time thing, or if they had carried on with that lifestyle, and for how long? Surely, once the kids came along, they couldn't have kept it up, could they? Clearly, Mom and Dad and their friends had a side to their lives that I'd never imagined. I closed the box and took it downstairs, to where Mom was sealing up a box of Dad's clothes.

"I found this box of old photos," I said. "What do you want me to do with them?"

"Oh, why don't you leave those down here?" she answered. "I think I'd like to go through them again. I've got lots of time these days, you know. Is the Sailing Trip album in there -- the one from before you were born? I've been wanting to remember those days again, just lately. I'm having dinner with the Rutherfords tonight, and I think they'd like to see them, too.

"Yeah, Mom," I said. "I'm pretty sure I saw that one. You and Dad and the Rutherfords were really close, weren't you?"

Mom's eyes flashed, and in light of the photo album, I was seeing her in a completely new way. Even for her silver hair, and the effects of her seven decades, and her recent widowhood, my mom was still a beautiful, vivacious woman.

"We still are, Jack," she replied. "We still are."

*****

The following Saturday, I arrived at Mom's house promptly at nine AM, and let myself in the front door. Dr. Rutherford was sitting at the kitchen table, an empty bowl of what had once been oatmeal -- Mom's deluxe version, with dried fruit, apples and walnuts -- on the table in front of him. As I walked into the house, he gulped down the last of a cup of coffee, and stood up.

"Hi, Jack," he said, amiably, in his booming voice. "Good to see you! I was just on my way out."

"Good to see you, too, Dr. Rutherford."

"Jack," he said, "what'll it take to get you to call me Brian?"

"I don't know, Dr. Rutherford -- uh, Brian. I can try. But it doesn't feel quite right, somehow. Anyway, thank you for helping take care of Mom."

"We all do our part, don't we, Jack?"

He kissed Mom, full on the lips; hell, I could see both their jaws working. "Can you join Gwen and me for dinner on Wednesday?" he asked her.

"I'd love to, Brian. I'll see you both then."

"Unless you need me sooner," he said, with a smirk and a grin.

"Yes," Mom sighed. "You never know. . ."

Dr. Rutherford, uh, Brian, left, and I looked to Mom, to get my instructions for the day's labor. "You just want me to go back to the attic?" I asked.

"Yes, dear; that would be great. I'll be cleaning out the guest rooms."

So I went back up to the attic. It was slowly getting easier to make my way around up there. Maybe in a couple more weeks, it could actually be semi-organized.

I was shoving some boxes around, not far from where I'd been working the previous week, when I noticed a small box with a label on it that said, 'Movies'. Curious, I opened it, and inside were a bunch of old 8mm home movies, and a bunch of old VHS-C cassettes, all randomly thrown together, with labels like 'Rutherfords, 1973', or 'Brian/Gwen 1992'.

Now what, I wondered to myself, might those be about?

And then I smiled. . .



The Photo Album



There was something vaguely familiar about the lady sitting with her back to the wall at the corner of the bar. I almost recognised her but I couldn't quite think from where. As our eyes briefly met she smiled gently. I smiled back.

She was wearing a figure-hugging silver-blue full length dress with a deep plunging neckline and dark blue shoes. Her shoulder length jet black hair was thick and wavy. As she sipped the remnants of her drink through the cubes of ice in her glass I noticed a large diamond ring on the middle finger of her right hand. I guessed that she was in her early thirties and her very slim body looked as though she kept it in very good shape. As she placed her glass onto the bar she smiled again. I couldn't help smiling back, she looked so sexy.

I'm not normally attracted to older women and have only ever fancied girls of my own age, not that I have ever acted on any of my fancies. But for some unknown reason this lady was different. The attraction was instant.

"Would you like to join me for a drink?" she asked in a very familiar voice which again I couldn't quite place. 

"Actually, I was about to leave," I replied, knowing that it wouldn't take much to persuade me to stay a little longer, "My friends are all with partners and I'm beginning to feel a little left out."

"All the more reason to join me for a drink then." She said.

She turned to the barman. "Could I have the same again please?" she asked, "and give Zoe whatever she would like."

I ordered a glass of red wine and wondered how she knew my name.

"Make that a large glass please, Keith." She added.

"Should we go and sit on the comfortable chairs?" she asked, "Keith will bring our drinks over."

With that she slipped off of her stool and leaned forward to pick up her handbag. My heart skipped a beat as she very nearly gave me a glimpse of her ample breasts in the process.

She beckoned me towards a pair of leather high backed chairs that were facing each other over a low table, two of several that were scattered around the bar area.

"Are you a friend of the bride or groom?" she asked.

"The bride," I answered, "she is my cousin."

"That makes us almost related now then," she observed, "the groom is my nephew."

As we sat down I noticed that the top of her dress plunged even deeper that I had first thought. In fact it almost exposed her navel.

"So tell me Zoe, have you enjoyed the day?" she enquired.

"Very much," I replied, "I thought the service was lovely, and the young bridesmaids looked so cute in their sweet pink dresses. Kerry looked gorgeous in her wedding dress as well." I was again intrigued by how she knew my name, but I wasn't kept wondering for much longer.

"I'm sorry," she said, "I don't want to embarrass you but, do you know who I am?"

"I'm afraid not," I replied, "I do recognize you from somewhere but I can't quite work out from where."

"Well," she told me with a smile, "you are not the only one. Brian Parsons and Billy Steele have both been trying to chat me up all day and neither of them have a clue either."

I smiled. They were both friends of Dan, Kerry's new husband.I also worked with them and knew that both considered themselves as 'the bees knees' when it came to the ladies.

"My name is Jo," she continued, "and that is what I would very much like you to call me, even after I have told you what I'm about to. Although I'm very defiantly a Miss, you know me as Mrs Bryston."

Keith brought the drinks and Jo lifted her glass to her lips.

"I only know one Mrs Bryston," I replied, "and she owns the company that I work for. But she is rather straight laced, has long, straight light brown hair and wears thick rimmed glasses. What's more, she certainly wouldn't be seen wearing such a revealing dress as yours, as beautiful as it is."

I instantly knew that I might have said the wrong thing when she moved her glass away from her lips, smiled and then gently winked at me.

"I'm only like that when I'm working darling." she said, smiling again.

"Oh please, I hope I didn't offend you." I said, suddenly realizing that this was indeed THE Mrs Bryston, "I didn't mean any offence."

"Absolutely none taken honey," she replied, "I purposely dress and act down for work. Otherwise half the men would be taking half their time trying to get inside my knickers rather than doing what they are paid for. Not that any of them would actually stand any chance at all of getting inside my knickers."

Just at that point Brian and Billy came over to our table and asked if we would like to dance. Slow, romantic music was wafting into the bar from the dance floor and I knew that if I were to dance with either of them I would have to put up with my bottom being groped and would also have to fight to stop having a tongue rammed down my throat.

Before I could say anything Jo politely told them that we were having a quiet girlie chat, catching up on things and no, neither of us would be dancing with them this evening.

Brian muttered something under his breath, something that sounded like 'a couple of dykes' and the pair turned and walked back to the dance floor.

"I wouldn't mind having a dance." Jo remarked, "But certainly not with either of those two."

"Me neither." I replied, "Maybe we can have a dance together when the band play something suitable."

"Yes, that would be nice." she replied.

We spent the next hour or so chatting. I learned that Jo, like me, was single and that apart from her cat she lived alone. She already knew that I was eighteen and that I had passed my driving test a couple of weeks earlier.

She asked if I had attended the wedding on my own and I told her that I had come with my mum but she had to leave soon after the the end of the ceremony as she had to work that evening.

She complemented me on my dress as was surprised to learn that I had made it myself. It was a full length figure hugging dark red backless affair with a single strap that tied over the back of my neck. As I only have small breasts, 34A, I could get away without having to wear a bra so had no unsightly bra shadow showing. She also complimented me on my hairstyle and said that it suited me. Until that morning my straight blonde hair had been shoulder length but I had it cut short for the wedding.

It was then that I noticed that every time our glasses were empty Keith would come over and replenish them.

Suddenly the band started to play seventies and eighties dance music. Jo asked if we should 'go and strut our stuff on the dance floor' and I eagerly agreed. We placed our handbags behind the bar and headed for the source of the music.

We had a super time, dancing for about three quarters of an hour before the band slowed the tempo right down and we made our way back to the bar where we had another couple of drinks.

I knew that I had consumed far too much alcohol to drive home and told Jo that, as it was 11.30 and taxi's cost a fortune after midnight, I would have to think about leaving. She asked me if I had enjoyed myself and I replied that I had and was really glad that I hadn't gone home like I was planning to. She then asked me if I really wanted to go home of if I would prefer to carry on partying for a while longer. I said that I would love to stay and she suggested that we stay for a while longer and then, as she only lived a few minutes away, we could walk to hers where I could stay the night in her spare room. I jumped at the chance. I was enjoying her company so much.

The band started playing dance music again and we made our way back to the dance floor. We had only been dancing for a few minutes when we both noticed Brian and Billy working their way over towards us. Jo took my hand and quickly led me back towards the bar where we picked up our bags and then made our way to the exit via the cloakroom to pick up our jackets.

We arrived at Jo's home about ten minutes later. I was very impressed as I looked towards the large house from the end of the long drive. We were in a very exclusive, and very expensive part of town, an area that I hardly ever found myself visiting.

We entered through the front door which opened into a large hallway. We took off our jackets and Jo showed me into the lounge. She immediately made her way over to a small bar in the corner and poured two large glasses of red wine. I had already drank several glasses and was by this time feeling very merry but I happily accepted the glass that she passed to me. I was beginning to wonder if she was just being friendly or if, like me, she was gay and fancied me as much as I did her. I knew that I would have to be careful, after all she was my boss. If I read something wrong into the situation I could end up with a slapped face and no job!

She walked over to a media centre and turned it on. The large T.V. screen burst into life and she selected music from the on-screen menu. A huge list of music tracks appeared and she selected a few before asking me to select some. As music similar to that which we had been dancing to filled the room I made a further selection before Jo chose a few more tracks.

We danced to a couple of tracks before Jo broke off to undo a couple of clips from the top of the back of her dress to loosen it a little as she was getting hot. We danced for a while longer, between drinking further glasses of wine. As she moved her body in time to the music I occasionally caught a glimpse of her breasts through the gaping opening in the top of her dress. They were nicely rounded and tipped with very large, erect nipples. She made no attempt to keep them covered and I knew that she must have been aware that she was sometimes exposed, albeit only for a second or two at a time. I found myself getting very aroused.

Several times our bodies brushed together and once or twice my bare arm brushed the front of Jo's dress and I could feel a hard nipple beneath as it glided across.

As well as drinking and dancing we were also talking. We hadn't stopped talking all evening. I mentioned that I liked her dress and remarked that I was amazed that it being so tight I couldn't see the outline of her panties. She smiled.

Just then a small ginger cat entered the room. It walked up to Jo and as she slowly bent forward the front of her dress opened just enough to expose both of her breasts. She tickled Timmy on his tummy. He let out a very satisfied purr.

"This is Timmy." Jo said smiling as she looked up to me, her breasts still exposed to my gaze, "One of the two ginger pussies that I have."

I looked around but couldn't see another. She tickled him for a few more seconds before he stood up and left the room.

We had another glass of wine and then started dancing again. The music had arranged itself so that as time wore on it was slowly lessening in tempo.

A short while later I was again treated to a glimpse of Jo's breasts. This time, as the music, and therefore Jo's body movements, were a little slower they were exposed for a good few seconds. I looked up to Jo's face and saw that she was looking at me. She must have been aware of what I had just seen. She smiled to me, reached behind her neck and undid another clip as she remarked how hot she was getting. Her dress opened a little further. I could feel my own nipples hardening.

"I can see in more ways than one that you are enjoying yourself." She said. "Are you glad you came back here?"

"Oh yes," I replied, "very glad."

As I momentarily turned away from Jo I noticed my reflection in a large mirror hanging on the wall. My erect nipples were very noticeably poking into the material of my dress. I knew what Jo meant when she said that she could tell I was enjoying myself in more ways than one. Normally I would have felt embarrassed with my nipples on show like that but this evening was different. I was getting excited by the thought and even more excited knowing that Jo had noticed.

As we danced on I continued to catch glimpses of what lay beneath the front of Jo's dress top and took every available opportunity to look. I thought it was a pity that my dress didn't have a plunging neckline. I would have loved Jo to be able to catch a glimpse of my breasts so I could gauge her reaction.

I knew that I could be treading on dangerous ground. If I made a wrong move the night would end there and then. It could just have been the amount of wine we had consumed which was making Jo appear to be attracted to me. If she had feelings for me she might think that they were not natural I told myself. It must be the drink. It had to be. So, I did the only thing I could do in the situation. I poured myself and Jo each another full glass of wine.



As we continued to dance we moved a little closer to each other. Jo looked into my eyes as she placed her hands on my shoulders and slowly slipped them down my bare arms to rest on my hands and then gently held them. We danced together holding hands for a few minutes before she let go and placed her hands onto my waist.

She then let them slowly slip down over my hips, gently feeling around my waist. It felt wonderful.

"I can hardly feel your panties beneath your dress." She said. "You feel so smooth."

As she let go I placed my hands onto her hips and repeated what she had just done to me. I couldn't feel anything under her dress and told her so. She looked into my eyes and smiled. She was very pretty when she smiled. She smiled at me again.

We carried on dancing for at least another half hour during which I couldn't gain the courage to make a move. Suddenly Jo said that it was getting very late and she thought it was time for bed.

She took my hand and led me through the door and across the hall to the staircase. I followed her up the stairs and couldn't stop looking at her petite, smooth bottom. I wondered if she was about to make a move.

We reached the top of the stairs and I followed her through a door and into a large bedroom.

"This is the guest room," she announced, "the bathroom is through the door beside the bed. There are some clean towels and a bathrobe hanging on the back of the door and, if you want them, you will find some night clothes in the top drawer of the chest on the other side of the bed."

With that she kissed me on the cheek, turned around and left the room. She also left me disappointed but I knew, deep down, that I was right not to be hasty in making a move. 

The bedroom was very nice. A lush, long piled cream coloured carpet covered the floor. The bed was king-sized and the bed covers were very expensive looking.

I took a shower before I climbed into bed, all the while thinking about the two of us dancing together. I couldn't stop thinking about her.

I dozed of and then heard the bedroom door opening. I looked up to see Jo standing in the doorway naked. She looked at me, smiled and then started blowing kisses.

I jolted and woke up. I had been dreaming.

I dozed off and immediately started dreaming again. This time Jo was beside me in the bed, gently kissing me while carefully caressing my inner thighs.

My dozing and dreaming carried on all night, leaving me feeling extremely horny and my pussy very wet.

It was almost a week before I saw Jo again. A week in which I spent continually thinking about her. I just couldn't get her out of my mind. I wondered if she had thought about me.

Just after I arrived for work on Friday morning Brian Parsons walked over to my desk and passed me a note telling me to go and see 'Mrs Bryston' immediately.

"You must be in for the high-jump," he commented, "Being summoned to Her Ladyship's office is, to the best of my knowledge, never a pleasant experience."

I began to wonder what I had done wrong.

Brian accompanied me as he had some files that he had been asked to take. I asked him if there was anything in those files that affected me and he replied in the negative.

We reached Jo's office, Brian tapped on the door and a very annoyed sounding voice shouted for us to enter.

Brian passed Jo the files and she then asked him to leave.

She sounded so angry that I was beginning to wonder what on earth I had done to upset her.

She started to sift through the paperwork only pausing for a second or so to ask me to sit down. I watched as she carried on. She looked so different to the way she did on the previous Saturday evening.

Her hair was a mousy brown, tied up in a bun. She was wearing her trademark thick rimmed glasses, a plain grey suit with a high necked, darker grey sweater beneath.

After a couple of minutes her mood changed entirely, she put the files to one side, smiled and then asked if I would like a cup of coffee.

I answered that I would and added that I felt a little relieved.

"Relieved?" she asked, "Why do you feel relieved?"

"I thought I had done something wrong." I replied.

"No, you haven't done anything wrong, it's Brian who has got my back up." she said as she walked over to the coffee maker behind her desk. "He's too busy trying to chat up the new temp rather than getting on with his work. He has missed chasing up an overdue account that now means we have got to start the process all over again and wait at least another month for our money. He makes my blood boil at times."

She passed me a cup before she continued.

"Can I ask you something personal?"

"Yes, anything,"I replied. "I don't think that there is anything about me that you either don't already know or I would prefer you not to know. I don't have any secrets. Well apart from," I paused before continuing, "I have kept secret how much I enjoyed myself last Saturday evening and obviously I haven't told either Brian or Billy who the gorgeous lady was that I was with. That, as they say, is our little secret."

We both laughed.

"Gorgeous lady?" Jo enquired.

"That's what both of them keep asking me, "Who was that gorgeous lady you were with?" I just tell them that she is a very close friend who wouldn't be the least bit interested in either of them."

"Well, you have just saved me the trouble of asking you the question." Jo announced. "I was going to ask you if you enjoyed my company that evening."

"I thoroughly enjoyed myself." I replied. "I honestly can't remember when I last had such a good time."

"Doesn't it bother you that I'm almost twenty years older than you?" she asked.

"Firstly," I replied, "I didn't even realize that you were that much older and secondly, no, it doesn't bother me in the least. I don't actually know how old you are, I just consider you as a friend who is a little older than me."

"I'm forty two, which makes me twenty four years your senior. Does it bother you now?"

"No, it makes no difference whatsoever." I replied in all honesty.

"That makes it so much easier to ask you something".

"And, what would that be." I replied.

"I've been invited to another wedding, my aunt is getting remarried and I wondered.....", she paused for a few seconds before continuing, "I wondered, would you like to accompany me?"

"Would this be as a friend, or an employee?" I asked.

"A friend of course" She replied.

"In that case," I said, "I think we should end this conversation here."

Jo didn't respond but her face showed her reaction to my statement, it was full of sadness and disappointment.

I sipped my coffee.

"Do you like chicken?" I asked, "And mushrooms?"

She replied with a simple "Yes."

"And are you free this evening?"

Again her reply was simply "Yes."

"That's good," I said, "My place at seven then?"

Her face lit up. "That sounds like a plan to me." she said, with a broad smile. "But tell me, why the drama?"

"It's not a drama." I replied. "It's more a case of complications and survival. I want to keep our friendship as just that, a friendship. I want to keep it well away from work. While we are here you are my boss and I am just another employee, and that is how it should be. We both know that one day, if we discuss personal plans at work someone is sure to overhear and that could make my working life very difficult. It will be much better to keep our personal relationship strictly between ourselves, well away from the working environment".




The Photo Album



"You really do have a very mature head on those young shoulders of yours. We will do exactly as you suggest. Anything to do with our private lives will stay outside of the workplace, and I am looking forward to this evening already."

I looked at the clock and started worrying that Jo wasn't going to turn up. It was almost seven fifteen and the meal I had prepared was almost ready to serve. Just then I heard the doorbell ring.

I hurriedly made my way along the hallway and eagerly opened the door to find Jo standing there with a large bottle of expensive looking red wine in her hand.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, but I've had further problems with Brian." she explained. "I seriously think that he might have to be shown the door. I hope you don't mind the wine being red, I know you said we would be having chicken and therefore it should be white, but I do prefer red, and I know that you like red, because you were drinking red last Saturday, and I don't half seem to be rambling on, nerves I guess. It's not very often I get invited out for dinner by such an attractive young lady."

Jo stepped in the hallway and made her way past me to the lounge. She placed the bottle onto the dining table and then slipped off her jacket. She was wearing a tight white blouse, a clearly visible black bra beneath, and a very short black skirt that finished about six inches above her knees exposing her beautiful long, slender legs.

Her thick black hair fell over her shoulders. I wondered how she hid it during the daytime under her wig.

Her face was lightly made up, her eye lashes finished with rich black mascara, a hint of light pink eye shadow complimented with rich pink lipstick. She looked stunning. As she turned to face me I could see that the top four or five buttons of her blouse were undone revealing a gorgeous cleavage.

"You look lovely this evening," she complimented as she leaned over and planted a gentle kiss on my cheek, "I'm so glad you invited me over, I've been looking forward to the occasion all day."

As her chest made the slightest contact with mine I instantly felt a shudder shooting through my entire body. I looked down and could see right down the front of her blouse and into the top of her very low cut bra, so low cut that it only just covered her nipples. I felt a sudden burning in my ears and a lump in my throat. Jo didn't seem to be in any hurry to move away from me.

Without a moments thought I returned her kiss by planting one of my own onto her waiting cheek. I felt another lump in my throat and, with the gentlest hint of her sweet perfume filling my nostrils, I felt a tingling in my nipples.

I looked into her face to see that she was smiling. She must have known where I had been looking and what I had just seen.

We sat down to a very enjoyable meal. We were on opposite sides of the table and I found myself looking at her cleavage at every opportunity. I couldn't help myself, compounded by the fact that she kept playing with the top fastened button of her blouse, drawing my attention even more. 

We talked at length about the forthcoming wedding of her aunt and decided that we would drive down the evening before the event and stay overnight with a friend of Jo's who owned a village pub nearby.

We took our time with the meal, well over an hour, and easily managed to drink the entire bottle of wine that Jo had brought with her. I had some of my own in the kitchen and said that I would bring a bottle with me after I had finished washing the dishes. Jo said that she would help but I insisted that she made herself comfortable on the sofa as it would only take a few minutes. Also, I needed a few minutes on my own to compose myself.

I liked the feelings that I was experiencing but wasn't sure I knew quite how to handle them. I wanted to be with her, to spend time in her company. In fact that is all I could think about, being with her. I had never felt so strongly about anyone before. I also wasn't sure how she would take it if she knew the effect she was having on me as I didn't believe for one minute that she felt the same towards me.

When I returned to the lounge I found Jo sprawled out on the sofa, her legs folded at the knee making her short skirt ride high up her thighs. She didn't hear me enter so I took the opportunity to pause for a few seconds so that I could take a longer look at her as she lay there. She had one of my photo albums, obviously taken from the coffee table that was in front of the sofa, and now had it resting on its arm and was slowly thumbing through the pages.

I sat in a low chair which was only separated from the sofa by that small coffee table. I was level with Jo's waist and from my position I had a good view of the album pages and her exquisite body.

"I hope you don't mind me looking at your pictures." she said as she looked up to me, a delicious smile on her face. "I don't want you to think that I'm being nosey."

"No, you're O.K." I replied, "Feel free."

"You looked very pretty in your pink dress when you were on holiday in France," she said, "I wish I had looked as good as you when I was your age."

My heart skipped a beat. I realized at that moment what photo album she was looking at and which photo was on the next page.

I held my breath as she turned the leaf. There, ready for her approval was a close-up picture of me taken from the waist up, slightly from my right side. I wearing a thin summer blouse that was about two thirds unbuttoned. The light breeze blowing at the time it was taken filled the front of my blouse, lifting it away from my body. My left breast and its nipple were clearly visible and very sharp in focus.

Jo smiled to herself, glanced over to me and then returned her attention to the album. From my position I used my eyes to explore every inch I could see of her, she was so absorbed in what she was looking at I'm sure she didn't notice. To me her body was perfect in every way.

On the facing page was a full length photograph taken later that day. I had by that time rolled the bottom of my blouse up to just below my chest and had it wide open at the top, only just covering my breasts, the outline of which could be seen through the thin material. There was a very large gap between my blouse and the top of the tight, low fitting bikini bottom which exposed a large amount of lightly tanned bare flesh.

Jo stared at the pictures before her for what seemed an age, flitting her eyes between the two every few seconds. Occasionally she would take a quick glance at me before continuing her investigation of my images. She was smiling continually and once or twice gently brushed the surface of the photographs with her fingers.

She turned to the next page and was met with a pair of photographs of me standing beside a swimming pool wearing just a very skimpy bikini that left little to the imagination. Again she took a long time looking at the pictures and remarked that I had a beautiful body, for which I thanked her. 

Her looking at my photographs, and knowing what she was about to see was causing a stirring in my tummy. I wanted her to look, to see what was soon to follow. I wanted to know what her reaction would be although by then I thought I had a fairly accurate idea. I needed her to know that I wanted her to view that particular album. 

She turned another page to be confronted with a photograph of me naked in the pool, laying on my front on an airbed. The picture was taken fairly close up looking downward from the side of the pool and showed my naked back and bare bottom.

Jo smiled. She looked at it for quite a few seconds before stating that the photo was a sight for sore eyes.

I looked her up and down again. She had changed her position on the sofa and was now laying in a similar way to that of me in the photograph. I tried to imagine what she would look like if it was her instead of me in the picture. Through her tight skirt I could see her beautifully pert bottom. How I would have loved to see that, bare in the pool on the airbed.

She looked up at me and then looked back at the photo. I passed her a glass of wine, she took a sip, thanked me, then looked back at the photo. It was at that point that I wondered if I was doing the right thing, letting her continue through the album. I knew that I wanted her to continue but I still had strong reservations. The last thing I wanted was for her to be upset with me if she found out about the feelings for her that were strongly and quickly developing inside of me.

Why was I thinking of her in this way and why on earth was I, just a few seconds earlier, trying to imagine what she would look like naked in the pool instead of me? Over the past few years I had seen thousands of naked bodies of all shapes and sizes, so why should hers have any different effect on me than any of those? I felt so confused.

What if she thought some of the pictures a little further on were a step too far? I again pondered with the idea of finding an excuse to take the album away from her but at the same time I was feeling so excited at the thought of her seeing some of the photographs that were soon to be in her gaze. The excitement won and I let her continue. She didn't however seem to be in any hurry to move away from that particular page.

She took another sip from her glass and told me how gorgeous I looked. I took a big gulp from my glass. She saw me do this and gave out a quiet, very friendly laugh.

"By your reaction I take it that there are more of the same to come." she said. "Would you like me to close the book and put it down?" she asked.

I didn't answer. Deep inside I now knew I was certain that I wanted her to continue through the album. She looked at me, smiled and turned the page before looking back to me.

"I hope that I'm not embarrassing you by either looking at your photos or by the comments I'm making." she said.

"Neither," I replied, "I'm quite surprised that you want to look at that album. There are very few snaps of the places I've visited, they are in the other albums. That one mostly holds my personal pictures of myself."

"That's what makes it so exciting Honey, knowing that there is another photo of you waiting for me on the next page." she stated.

"Apart from myself you are the only other person who has seen that album," I commented, "and to me you look like you're enjoying looking at it You look so very happy, if that's the correct phrase."

"I am and I am." she replied. "But, then again, I always enjoy your company and I think I will always be happy when I'm with you."

At this point I decided to take a risk and asked her, "Happy because they are photos of me or would you still feel the same if they were of another girl?"

She looked up, reached out towards me and gently took hold of my hand. "Because they are of you my love," she said softly, "I'm happy because they are of you."

"Do they do anything for you?" I asked.

"Isn't that obvious?" she answered, as she gently squeezed my hand. "Do you mind that they give me such a buzz?"

"No, quite the opposite." I replied. "Actually I find it a bit of a turn-on, watching your reactions as you're looking at my pictures."

Jo smiled at me as she again gently squeezed my hand before releasing it so that she could go back to continue viewing the album.

The next few pages contained photographs of me on the beach in various swimming costumes. She looked at each one carefully. After a couple of minutes and without thinking she started twiddling with the top fastened button of her blouse, much as she did during our meal. As she moved her hand to turn a page the button slipped free and her blouse opened a little further. As she looked at the next page her fingers went straight to the next fastened button.

She viewed the photo's in almost silence, only breaking it by making an occasional kind comment. She also lingered for quite a time on each picture, seemingly taking in each and every pixel, whilst all the time continuing to fiddle with the button on her blouse.

I was getting more and more excited as I knew that she was slowly getting closer and closer to some very interesting photographs. Her hand left her blouse to turn another page and another button was left to its fate, her tight blouse forcing it free from its hole as a result of it being loosened by the constant attention it had been receiving. The buttons themselves were quite close together, being only about a half inch apart so I thought that she was probably unaware she was actually slowly working her way down.

After turning the page she was greeted on the left side with another photograph of me naked in the pool, taken a few days after the first. Again I was laying front down on an airbed but this time I had been photographed from the front. My breasts were flat against the airbed so my modesty was protected. Her fingers had made their way back to her blouse and were now playing with the next button.

Again she took her time looking at the photo and then she looked at the facing page. I could feel my nipples hardening as she looked at the image of me swimming away from the camera, still on the airbed, my bottom half submerged but still plainly visible. She looked up, almost catching me eyeing up her perfect body again. 

"Are you sure you don't mind me looking at your photos?" she asked. I could tell that she was hoping I would say that I didn't.

But I didn't answer, I just took a sip of my wine and then smiled to her, hoping that she would carry on. I was getting more and more excited by the minute.

She shuffled slightly on the sofa making her skirt ride a little higher. I could now just see the shape of her bottom start to appear beneath the hem. She moved the album slightly toward the back of the sofa's arm giving me an even better view of what she was looking at.

She turned the page and placed her fingers onto the next button. They were now undone to the butterfly bow that held together the cups at the base her bra.

The two pages again were photos of me laying on the beach in one of my bikinis. This outfit was rather skimpy and just about kept me decent. My legs were also tight together in both photos. At this point I felt a tingling in my pussy and a sharp increase in the hardness of my nipples because I knew what was on the next page.

Jo turned slightly further onto her side and reached for her glass which she had placed onto the coffee table. As she reached forward her skirt rode an inch or so higher whilst her movement coupled with the tightness of her blouse pulled another couple of buttons open. She smiled as she picked up her glass and drank half of its contents.

She looked down to her ever opening blouse for a second or two before looking back to me and smiling again. It was now open well below the bottom of her bra and there were only six or so buttons still left fastened. She put her glass to her lips and finished its contents.

Without saying anything I got up and made my way to the kitchen to fetch another bottle. I wondered if she would take this as an opportunity to pull the hem of her skirt down and re-button her blouse. If she did I would have been so disappointed but at least I would have known that she was only interested in looking at my photographs.

I returned to the lounge as was relieved to see that she had done neither. As I walked back to my seat I could plainly see the black lacy knickers that she was wearing and my heart started beating a little faster. I was pleased to see that she hadn't turned the page in my absence.

I refilled both of our glasses and as I sat back in my chair Jo turned the next page. There was only one photo on this page.

It was taken from the direction of my feet and I had removed my bikini top to reveal my small breasts and my legs were slightly apart. I heard Jo sigh as her fingers worked frantically on the next button of her blouse and I became even more aroused thinking that if that was her reaction to that particular photograph, what on earth would she do when she got deeper into the album.

The button freed itself whilst she was playing with it. When her fingers instantly moved to the next one I realized that she knew exactly what she was doing, she was slowly but surely undressing herself, knowing that I was following her every move.

I wondered what her reaction would be if she knew my little secret. It was a very warm evening and as I had earlier been working in a rather hot kitchen I had put on a calf length, light summer dress. I very rarely wore a bra and wasn't doing so that evening. I was also not wearing any panties. In fact, the only thing I was wearing at that point was my dress as I had slipped my house slippers off earlier. Thinking about it made me feel even more horny.

The button she was playing with gave way. She removed her hand, turned another page and momentarily touched the next button. Before looking at the new page she again turned toward me and picked up her glass.

She took a long sip of the red liquid and gave me a slow, sexy wink as she did so. My eyes immediately homed in on her bra covered breasts through the gap in her almost open blouse. She must have been aware that I was looking there and made no attempt to close it or cover herself. She stayed in that position for several precious seconds before reaching out and picking up a small advertising leaflet from the table. Without looking she placed it in the album as a book mark and then closed it.

She looked at me with a sudden seriousness on her face. I wondered if she was shocked or annoyed that I was looking at her breasts.

She placed the album on the coffee table then picked up her glass and drank the last few drops of the rich red liquid.

After placing the now empty glass onto the table she sat up, the top of her blouse fell wide open as she did so giving me a glorious view of her beautiful bra covered breasts.

"As it's almost midnight, much as I'd love to keep looking through your photographs, and believe me I would really love to continue, I think I had better make my way home. It's a fair walk and I want to take a shower before I go to bed."

I still had my eyes firmly focused on her chest as I replied, "Do you really have to go? You can always have a shower here and stay for the night, there is plenty of room." I neglected to tell her that I only had one bed. "I'd love you to stay and if you do you can have a look at some more pictures and we can open another bottle of wine."

"I don't think opening another bottle of wine would be a very good idea." she said laughing. "I might do something I shouldn't."

"That's settled then," I replied, "I'll open another bottle while you have your shower and I'll have one when you've finished so we are both ready for bed."

"I can't Honey," she replied, with more than a hint of sadness in her voice, "I think I really will have to go. I will leave my car in your driveway if you don't mind and pick it up in the morning."

I felt very disappointed. I really wanted her to stay but thought it better not to press the point for fear of spoiling the evening.

Jo stood and started to do her buttons up.

"I'll walk home and try to clear my head a bit." she said as her hands slowly made their way up her blouse, "It will only take me about twenty minutes or so."

I stood as Jo finished buttoning her blouse. She took a small step and put her arms around me.

As she gave me a warm and gentle hug she whispered, "You know I have to go don't you? It really wouldn't be a very good idea for me to stay any longer, even though I would like to."

"You know I wan't you to stay, don't you?" I quietly asked in return.

She didn't answer, just held me a little tighter before kissing me lightly on the cheek.

She released me from her hug and walked over to her jacked and slipped it on before slowly walking to the door.




The Photo Album



As she opened it she turned around and hugged me again and gave me a kiss on my forehead.

"You know it's for the best." she said, "I'll see you in the morning."

She kissed my forehead again and then walked out into the night before I had a chance of returning her kiss.

As I closed the door I realized how empty my home now was and how lonely I now felt. I so wanted her to stay.

I had a very quick tidy-up before I made my way to the bathroom to take a shower.

As I lathered myself I couldn't get my mind off of thoughts of the evenings events. I was tempted to caress my pussy as I showered but decided to wait until I was cuddled up in my bed so I could give it, and my breasts, the attention they were craving for while imagining what might have been if only Jo had stayed.

I dried myself and wrapped a small towel around my body and made my way back to the lounge.

As I entered I heard a gentle tap on the front door. I looked at the clock, it was almost twelve forty-five. The only person who ever knocked at that time of night was Grace, the girl who lived next door. She was always going out and forgetting her key so had to pay me a visit to borrow the spare that she left with me for such occasions.

As I made for the door I picked up Grace's key from the hall table and adjusted my towel to make sure I was covered as sometimes she wasn't alone after a night of clubbing or pubbing.

I opened the door to see Jo standing there holding a small bag.

"Is your offer still open?" she asked.

I couldn't answer, I just opened the door wider, with a huge smile on my face, to let her in. Jo smiled back and kissed my cheek as she passed.

"I was thinking of this evening all the while I was walking home and when I got there I though to myself, why on earth did I leave? I can't remember when I last enjoyed myself or the company I was in so much. So, I fed Timmy, grabbed a clean pair of knickers and a couple of other things for the morning and headed back, all the while thinking that I just have to see some more of your pictures."

Jo opened her bag and took out another bottle of wine.

"As the walk home and back has sobered me up a little I thought another bottle wouldn't go amiss to get us back in the mood."

"So, if you would like to show me where the bathroom is I'll take that shower and leave you to do the honours with the bottle."

I reached over and took her hand and led her towards the bathroom.

On the way I stopped at the laundry cupboard to get some fresh towels and made sure that one of those that I gave her wasn't too big, just enough of it to cover her body but not enough to cover it up too much in the hope that she would wrap it around herself instead of getting dressed again. I also gave her a smaller one to dry her hair.

As she entered the bathroom I told her to leave her clothes on top of the laundry basket outside the door and I would put them into the bedroom for her. I was relieved when she agreed.

I went to the kitchen to open the bottle. I could hear the sound of the shower starting. I took the wine into the lounge and then walked back towards the bathroom. I saw that Jo had placed her clothes onto the linen basket so I picked them up. The bathroom door was slightly open.

I took them to my bedroom and placed them onto the footstool at the bottom of the bed. Before I turned to leave the room I couldn't resist looking through to see if she had kept her bra and panties with her or had put them with her other garments. My heart skipped a beat as I found them tucked under her blouse. 

I should have walked back to the lounge but as I left the bedroom I could still hear the sound of the shower running so I quietly tip-toed back to the bathroom. I knew that if I looked through the gap in the door I would be able to see the reflection of the shower in the mirror on the wall and hopefully catch a glimpse of her naked body.

My heart was pounding as I reached the bathroom. I carefully pushed the door slightly to give me a better view of the mirror and was disappointed to find that it was heavily misted over meaning that I couldn't see anything.

At that moment the shower stopped and I quickly made my way back to the lounge.

It was three or four minutes before Jo entered the room. She had wrapped the towel around herself and tucked the top edges together at the side. They only overlapped by a couple of inches and the bottom only just reached to the top of her legs. She had the other towel wrapped round her hair. She had washed away all of her make-up revealing her naturally beautiful face.

I smiled to her and without saying a word I filled two glasses with the wine.

Jo sat on the sofa. Her towel was open by a few inches at the bottom and I could see naked flesh all the way to where it was twisted together at the top. The vision was so over powering that I knew if I had touched my pussy, even for just for a second, I would have had an orgasm.

Jo leaned forward and opened the photo album to the page she had last viewed.

"Now, where were we?" she asked herself, pausing to pick up her glass. As she took a sip I could see that she was shaking slightly, and noticed that her towel didn't look as though it was fastened very tightly.

"I think you look adorable in the pictures. Do they get more revealing as they go on?"

"Yes." was my reply.

"Much more revealing?"

"Much, much more."

"And are you still happy with that, with me seeing them?"

"Yes, more than happy. I want you to see them."

"Tell me please, are they just of you or are there photographs of other people as well?"

"No, just of me, on my own. Topless......... and more."

"You mean fully naked."

"Completely naked."

Jo took a deep breath and swallowed. The tip of her tongue made a very quick appearance between her lips.

"I need to know that you are certain you want me to continue and it's not just the wine that's talking. I don't want you to think that I'm taking advantage of the situation."

"I am certain, and you aren't taking advantage."

Jo smiled, reached over and gently touched my hand.

She chuckled, leaned forward making the gap between the ends of her towel widen and then looked back towards the album.

"I feel like a little schoolgirl again, doing things that she knew she shouldn't but not being able to stop because she was getting so much pleasure out of doing so." she said.

She turned her face toward me again and asked, "Promise me something?"

"Yes."

"You don't know what I want you to promise me yet."

"It doesn't matter what it is, it will still be a promise."

"No matter what, will you be honest with me this evening? If I ask you something or ask you to do something or to say something, will you always be truthful even if it is something that you think I won't want to hear? Will you promise not to say something or do something just because you think it is want I want to hear or do?"

"Yes," I replied, "provided you do the same."

"I will. In fact I want to be honest with you right now. I want to take something off, to show you something that I keep secret."

I wondered what on earth she could mean but told her I would love to share her secret.

She faced back toward the album, moved her head down, reached back and grabbed hold of the towel on her head and pulled it forward and off to reveal a very short rich-red hairstyle beneath.

I couldn't help myself laughing.

"Don't you like it?" She asked.

"Oh yes, I love it. It looks beautiful." I replied. "It really suits you."

"Then why did you laugh?" she asked.

"I wasn't laughing at you, I was laughing at me." I replied.

"I don't see what you mean." She said, sounding relieved.

I told her that earlier that evening I wondered how she managed to conceal all of her hair under the wig that she wore for work and now I knew. She didn't, it was another fucking wig! We both burst out laughing. 

It wasn't many seconds before she looked back to the album and said, "Now that I have that off of my chest, or as in this case my head, time to get back to looking at your wonderful photographs."

She turned the page and her fingers instantly found their way to to the bottom of her towel and started to twiddle it between them.

The two photos on display were both of me standing on the beach topless. I couldn't stop looking at her hair, as I just had told her, it really did suit her. I found her even more sexy than before she had revealed it. She stared at the pictures for ages before turning the next page.

This revealed another two photographs of me naked in the pool, this time without the airbed. In the first I was on my back, the bottom half of me below the water, taken from above my head. I had been sunbathing topless for a few days by this point so there were no tan marks around my breasts.

The second was a very close up of me standing, my breasts fully exposed. Again Jo looked at the pictures for ages. She then looked at me as she purposely pulled the gap in her towel slightly, her eyes telling me that she wanted me to watch what she was doing. She then slowly and excitingly turned to the next page.

Two other photographs taken of me laying on the beach topless greeted her. The first was only of the top half of my body but the second was a full body shot. On this I had undone the side straps of by bikini bottom and pulled the sides in which revealed a whole naked side of me, very similar to the view I now had of Jo. My legs were also slightly open so that my covered crotch was in full view.

I could see that she was sliding her tongue across her lips. While looking at the two pictures her fingers started to roll the bottom of her towel.

She turned to me and as she did so I slowly pulled the gap in my own towel a little wider.

Jo turned the page to be greeted with a couple more pictures taken at the same time as the previous pair. Again she took her time looking at them.

After turning the page Jo was disappointed to see that the next photographs were taken at the airport on the way home from the holiday, as were the next few pages. Then to add to the disappointment these were followed by some blank pages.

"Is that the end Honey?" she enquired.

"No, turn a few pages, slowly." I told her.

She did as requested and a photo of me on a different holiday soon appeared.

This was a picture of me standing on a beach naked, taken from behind showing my bare bottom without a tan line in sight.

"Beautiful." is all Jo could utter, "Really beautiful."

"That, like the following photographs was taken at a naturist resort in France." I told her.

"You mean....?" Jo whispered as continued playing with the bottom of her towel.

"Yes," I answered, "The next few pages are all photographs of me totally nude, except for one or two of my mum."

"Your mum?" Jo asked, seeming slightly shocked.

"Yes, my mum. Don't be alarmed. Who do you think took the photographs of me? We are naturists. We quite often visit naturist resorts together."

Jo smiled. "I never gave it a thought as to who took the pictures."

As she started to turn the page I kept my eyes on her. I was bursting to know what her reaction would be when she saw the next picture.

It was of my mum, a slightly older looking version of myself, laying naked on her front taken from the direction of her feet, her legs slightly apart.

Jo looked at this picture for a while before telling me that my mum looked as gorgeous as me.

She turned the page.

"Oh my, oh my," she panted, "Fuck, you are unbelievably gorgeous, I can't believe what I'm seeing, I just can't fucking believe it."

With that her hand pulled her towel open even more to reveal all of her naked leg and a lot of her side.

Through the top I could see the shape of her nipples getting visibly harder and swelling even more as she looked at the photograph of me, taken from my feet, laying on my back nude with my legs opened slightly, my glistening naked pussy soaking up the sun. On the opposite page was a similar photograph taken from a lower angle. My legs were spread just a little wider and my knees were slightly raised allowing Jo to see a little more of my shaved pussy.

She looked up to me and smiled again before looking back at the two photographs, making several more comments about how beautiful she thought I was and how excited she was at me letting her look at such personal pictures.

I was so excited by her reaction I had to leave the room on the pretence of visiting the bathroom.

As I stood in the bathroom gathering my thoughts and trying to calm down I could hear Jo moving around on the sofa. I wondered what she was doing. 

I knew by my feelings and the way Jo was reacting that there was now only one way that the evening could possibly end, and I was ready and willing for it to do so.

I composed myself and walked back into the lounge. Jo was now sitting at the end of the sofa as opposed to in the middle as she was before I had left the room

I emptied the remaining wine from the bottle which almost filled both of our glasses to the brim. I looked as Jo leaned forward a little to pick up her glass and as she turned slightly I glimpsed one of her breasts as her towel opened. As she sat back she reached to the top of her towel and gently pulled apart the fold that was holding the two ends together 

As I sat down she turned her head towards me as if to ask my approval for what she had done. I couldn't help smiling to her. As she watched I copied her, holding the front of my towel to my body so as not to expose myself. That, I thought, could wait a little longer.

Jo drank half of the contents of her glass before placing it back on the table. She sat back and turned another page.

She was greeted by two pictures of me naked on a sunbed beside a pool. 

She turned her face to me again and said, "You are making me so fucking hot and aroused, you couldn't even begin to imagine what I'm feeling at this moment."

She patted the sofa beside her. "Come and sit with me."

I slipped off of my chair and holding my towel did as she asked.

"Turn the page." I said.

"I'd like to ponder over these photos for a minute." she replied.

"Turn the page." I repeated.

She did.

She actually shrieked when she saw the next two pictures. They were both of me on the same sunbed, only this time my legs were spread open wide, with my feet touching the floor on both sides.

After about a minute of silence she said, "I don't think I can look at any more. You're so beautiful, so gorgeous. You are fucking delicious."

I gently took her hand and lifted it away from the album. She turned her head and looked me in the eyes as she did so. I carefully lifted the side of her towel and then, placing my other hand on her knee I moved it away from her other, opening her legs slightly. I then tucked her hand inside her towel and slowly placed it on her waiting pussy. Our faces were only an inch or so apart and I heard her swallow hard as her fingers made contact.

As her eyes closed I leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

"Turn the page." I whispered.

She did as she was told.

She opened her legs further and I could see her hand moving under the towel as she caught sight of the next two photographs. They were both of me laying on my back on the beach with my legs spread wide apart. She didn't say a word as she looked at them.

I couldn't contain myself any longer. I carefully took hold of the end of her towel and uncovered her. She offered no resistance.

She was now sitting beside me naked. Her face turned towards mine as I slowly looked her up and down. Her hand was still gently caressing her pussy.

She reached over to me with her free hand, grasped the end of my towel and pulled it away from my body. As she did so I leaned towards her and kissed her lips, placed a hand on her breast and caressed her nipple.

I felt her tongue starting to caress mine as her hand touched my naked breast.

We kissed for a couple of minutes before I stood, took her hand and led us both naked to my bedroom, leaving our towels behind.

Tonight I was going to make love for the very first time and I knew that my lover wanted me as much as I wanted her.

Jo, still holding my hand, sat on the side of the bed and gently pulled me beside her. She put her arm around my shoulders, leaned toward me, placed her lips onto mine and gave me a soft loving kiss. I responded and gently pressed my tongue between my lips and then slowly slid it side to side along the soft flesh of her lips until she carefully opened them slightly to allow it to enter.

We both made a deep sigh as our tongues touched and danced together. I felt her soft hand make contact with my breast as she gently caressed it. After a few seconds she took my nipple between her finger and thumb and carefully played with it.

I reached over and placed a hand onto one of her breasts and copied her actions. Jo slowly lay back onto the bed taking me with her.

We kissed and fondled each others breasts for a couple of minutes before I broke the kiss.

"Move right onto the bed." I whispered. She eagerly followed my request.

The light was still on in the bedroom and as she moved back I saw her whole naked body for the first time. She was beautiful.

I immediately noticed that she had a neatly trimmed bush of soft ginger hair. I smiled as I remembered what she had said a week before that her cat Timmy was one of two ginger pussies that she had. 

I made no attempt to hide the fact that I wanted to look at every inch of her naked body.

I moved toward her and started kissing her again. This time it was much more intense. She was flat on her back and I was slightly above her. I started to fondle her breasts and then slowly began to move my hand down her body, softly caressing everywhere it touched.

As I reached her tummy I started to move the palm of my hand in small, smoothing circles.

My hand involuntarily stopped as Jo opened her mouth wide and spread it over the surface of my breast and sucked hard. The moment it formed a vacuum she started brushing my nipple with the full surface of her tongue.

She then gently pushed me over onto my back and started to caress my other breast with her hand.

I was paralysed. I couldn't do a thing. My whole body was aching to be touched and caressed by her.

She moved her mouth to my other breast and her hand down to my tummy. As her tongue started to work its magic she smoothly slipped her hand further down my body until it reached my navel.

With the gentlest of movement she started to caress me, her mouth expertly swapping between my breasts every few seconds, although this didn't seem the slightest bit rushed. She knew exactly when to change.

Her hand started to very slowly move further down my body. It seemed an eternity before it arrived a couple of inches above my pussy, but when it did I instinctively opened my legs wide to encourage its passage. They were so wide that one was now resting over Jo's body and the other was hanging over the side of the bed.

Jo released my breast from her mouth and in an instant moved to my mouth.

I had never been kissed like that before. It was so intense. As her tongue forced its way between my lips her hand slipped down to my waiting, soaking pussy.

The moment it made contact my bottom lifted from the bed. She spread her fingers, the middle were together and gently slid up and down my clitoris while the outer two were used to hold my pussy lips together.

Our kissing intensified even more as she slowly slipped her middle two fingers inside me.

I moaned uncontrollably as they made their entry, every light stroke sending them a little deeper.

I put one arm around Jo's neck and pulled her face tighter to mine. I reached down with the other and tried to reach her breast but I couldn't as our bodies were so tightly entwined.




The Photo Album



As her fingers worked their way deeper and deeper into my pussy I could feel an orgasm starting to form deep inside me.

Almost every night I lay in my bed playing with myself, imagining what it would feel like being made love too by another woman. I thought I knew but I was so, so wrong. Nothing I had imagined came anywhere near what I was feeling at that moment and I thought, incorrectly, that it just couldn't get any better.

Jo must have been aware of my slowly building orgasm because she started to slow down her finger strokes which also became less deep with each movement.

She broke our deep kiss and replaced it with a series of gentle ones on my lips.

"Okay Honey?" she whispered.

"Wonderful" I replied.

She carefully disentangled her body from mine and slowly sat up before moving into a kneeling position beside me.

She placed her hand back onto my pussy and started to gently caress it as she started to place gentle kisses all over my body.

Starting with my neck she slowly worked downwards, shifting her position as she did so.

When she reached my tummy she removed her hand from my pussy and started to caress my inner thigh.

She then moved further down the bed and moved my legs until she was positioned between them.

Still kneeling, she started to stroke both of my inner thighs with the palms of her hands, each movement finishing slightly higher up my legs.

She then slipped herself flat onto her tummy with her face just inches from my pussy.

I closed my eyes as I felt her place a hand on each side of my pussy and used them to gently spread my lips.

My whole body shuddered as I felt her mouth making contact. She licked my pussy with her tongue for several seconds before she started to suck my clitoris.

I lifted my legs onto her back before carefully closing them around her head. She reacted by reaching up to cup one of my small breasts in each of her hands and started to caress them.

Her tongue started to lap at my pussy, getting more and more intense. I pressed harder onto her mouth and rode it as best as I could. Her tongue was driving me wild, my moaning becoming ever more loud.

She removed her hands from my breasts and, her left arm still looped around the top of my leg, placed her hand just above my pussy. At the same time she positioned her right hand under her chin.

She used the fingers of her left hand to open up wide the lips of my pussy as she inserted the thumb of her right hand inside me.

Her mouth plunged back onto my pussy and as she began to move her thumb in and out she started to lap at the exposed flesh, before moving up to my clitoris which she sucked into her mouth, licking it with the full face of her tongue.

After a couple of seconds she started to increase the speed of both her licking and the movement of her thumb, as well as the suction of her mouth.

After a few more seconds she replaced her mouth with the fingers of her left hand and started to rub me hard.

"Come on my baby, come for me." she said as spread her fingers to allow her mouth back onto my pussy.

She was now sucking and lapping even harder.

I was breathing so heavily I found it hard to speak.

After a few seconds I took a deep breath and managed to say, "Do you want me to come, do you want me to come now?"

She released her mouth from my pussy for just long enough to say, "Oh yes my darling baby, more than anything, I want baby to let herself go."

She replaced her mouth back onto my pussy and sucked and lapped even harder, her thumb in unison plunging even deeper inside me.

Within a few seconds I could no longer hold myself back. I took a deep breath as my whole body started to shudder uncontrollably.

It was unbelievable, the more I came the more Jo increased her actions. I thought it was never going to end. Nothing I had ever imagined came anywhere near what I was feeling. It was the most incredible experience I had ever known.

Jo was moving her thumb in and out of me with increasing urgency as her mouth frantically licked and sucked my pussy.

On and on she went, with no let up. My body was shaking. It was as if she didn't ever want me to finish coming.

Suddenly my whole body lifted off of the bed, my pussy forcing itself hard onto her mouth as I finally exploded.

In an instant I found Jo laying beside me, her hand now caressing my pussy as her mouth made contact with mine.

I could taste my pussy juices as her tongue forced its way into my mouth. We stared kissing deeply, her hand still playing with my pussy.

Slowly Jo reduced her caressing and my body started to relax.

We kissed for what seemed an age before she broke it.

I was exhausted and could hardly move.

Jo looked at me and smiled.

"Okay?" she whispered.

I was so breathless all I could do was smile in reply.

Jo laid onto her back, spread her legs then took my hand and carefully placed it onto her soaking pussy.

As my fingers started to play with her I placed my other hand on her breast and my lips onto hers.

We again kissed passionately and within just a few seconds I felt her lower body lift. I increased the pressure and movement between her legs and she immediately started to come.

Faster and faster I moved my hand, our kissing becoming even more intense until she broke the kiss to take a very deep breath.

Her whole body shook, her legs closed around my hand and she let out a very loud and very long moan.

Her whole body shook uncontrollably as her orgasm took control. 

From the moment my hand first made contact with her pussy to her reaching her orgasm was less than a minute.

Eventually she relaxed, leaned over and kissed me again.

We put our arms around each other and just lay together for ages, neither of us speaking.

After a while we drifted off to sleep.

I opened my eyes to see my bedroom bathed in sunlight. I turned and look at Jo to see that she was still asleep.

I lifted myself up carefully so as not to disturb her and looked at the clock. It was 8.30.

I suddenly heard a noise outside of the bedroom door. As I looked the door handle started to move and then the door opened.

My mum stepped into the room and for several seconds looked at us on the bed.

I didn't say a word. Mum smiled to me, turned around and left the room, closing the door behind her.



To be continued.