13 comments/ 90173 views/ 71 favorites Wife Website By: exhibitionistmarriage My wife Erin and I have been married for 5 happy years. In those years we had moved around a few times but now had settled into life in Colorado. We met near the end of college after each of us had an exciting four years of various partners. I didn't think I was ready to give it up, but when I met Erin she had me instantly. My wife is 5'10", with an athletic, curvy build and perfect 36C breasts. She is 1 year older than me at 31, but her short curly hair makes her seem 5 years younger. I'm a fairly good looking guy, 5'11" with a body I keep in shape with daily pick-up basketball games, but I am proud to say my beautiful wife way outclasses me. Our sex life has been steady throughout our marriage, but recently I found something that brought a new level of excitement for me. While doing some late night web surfing I came across a website for sharing nude pictures of your wife. My dick immediately jumped to its full six inches as I thought of my wife being displayed on the site. For a reason I can't fully explain, the thought of other men (and women) looking at my wife completely exposed turns me on immensely. Part of it is that I think she is so gorgeous I love showing her off, and the other part is probably imagining others pleasuring themselves to her pictures wishing they were me. I started fairly mildly with just some topless photos that we had taken on various vacations. After posting about a half dozen photos in secret, I worked up the courage to tell Erin what I was up to. Well, tell her isn't really the right wording, I didn't have the courage for that so I "accidentally" left the website open on my computer. I sat at our kitchen table pretending to read a magazine, the butterflies in my stomach going crazy in anticipation of my wife's discovery. Finally, she came downstairs and walked past my open laptop. She glanced over briefly and for a moment I thought she wasn't going to notice her naked body splayed across the screen. Then she did a double take and picked up the computer. "What's this?" She said. "Well, it's a website where boyfriends and husbands can share pictures of their better halves," I replied weekly. Erin began scrolling through the different pictures. "These pictures have been seen 1,000 times!" I was afraid she was going to be really pissed, but at the same time I was incredibly aroused watching Erin look at her nude photos. "There's comments here too... 'Damn you're sexy', 'Perfect nipples', 'I would love to be in that room', 'Amazingly perky'. Well, at least people seem to be enjoying them." "Your pics are quite popular. If you ask me, you're easily the sexiest wife on the site." "Let's see about that." Erin began paging through other people's posts, and I could see a slight flush rise up in her neck. "There are a lot of really graphic pictures on here." Mm-hmm, I managed. "Maybe we should make some like that." She walked over to the desk, pulled out our digital camera, and moved over to the couch. She patted the cushion next to her and I obediently sat down. Without a word, she took off her shirt and quickly removed her bra. She was clearly aroused as her nipples were poking out stiffly. I leaned down and took one in my mouth, rolling my tongue in circles and causing a moan to escape my wife's lips. Erin pushed my head back, gave me a passionate kiss, then stood up and took off her yoga pants. She never wore panties around the house, so her pussy was eye level in front of me. I could see her excitement dripping off her perfectly laser-smooth lips. She pulled my head into her deliciousness and I attacked it hungrily. I sucked on her engorged clit causing her legs to twitch from the stimulation. She held the back of my head with one hand as my tongue moved down her lips and circled her hole. I moved my tongue up and down her sex, clit to hole and back again, swirling along the way. I noticed a flash and looked to my left to see the camera sitting on a stool and Erin's hand pressing the picture button. Knowing she was taking pictures of this only encouraged me and a licked her with even more enthusiasm. After a few more photos she let go of my head and began flicking through the photos she had taken. "Fuck those are hot," she panted. She handed me the camera and laid down on the couch. I thought I was going to explode as I watched my wife begin to finger herself, playing with her clit with one hand and grabbing her tits with the other. I began furiously snapping pictures- full body, close-ups, multiple angles- I couldn't believe this was happening! My wife's hand began moving faster on her clit and her chest started to flush. She closed her eyes and let out a gentle scream as her orgasm overcame her. She relaxed for only a moment before sitting up and grabbing my hips. "Your turn," Erin said as she pulled off my jeans and boxers in one motion. I pulled my shirt off and gasped as my wife swallowed my entire shaft. I looked down to see her nose touching the bottom of my stomach. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back as my wife began one of her masterful blow jobs. "What are you doing?" She asked with my dick on her lips. I didn't know what she was talking about so I just looked at her confused. She nodded at the camera, "start shooting." It took all my strength not to cum instantly. Pictures of her naked was one thing, but now my wife was encouraging me to take photos of her with my cock going in and out of her mouth. Erin began by licking my cock from base to tip, then sucking on each of my balls. She then began the main event, masterfully alternated speed and technique, driving me wild as usual. She slowly took me into her mouth fully, moving her tongue on my cock as much as she could with the small amount of room left in her mouth. She withdrew keeping just the tip in her mouth, flicking her tongue over my hole, and pumping my shaft with her hand. She then moved her head back and forth faster, adding a twisting motion with her hand still on the base. I took pictures from my point of view, then set the camera on the stool to take pictures from a side angle. This was turning into the most erotic moment of my life! As my balls started to tighten in anticipation of a powerful conclusion, Erin took me out of her mouth and shook her head. "Not yet. We have some more pictures to take." Erin stood up off the couch and laid me down in her place. She held my cock pointing upwards and slid her wet pussy down onto it. "Ohhh," we both moaned simultaneously. She started slowly pumping up and down, her juices glistening on my shaft on every upward movement. I reached up and grabbed two handfuls of plump breasts, squeezing the beautiful mounds then pinching my wife's nipples. "That's not what your hands are for," Erin said. She leaned back (which created an amazing angle) and grabbed the camera. Handing it to me, "here you go Mr. Cameraman." I once again started taking numerous pictures. My wife leaning forward, breasts hanging in my face. Leaning back, hands on my knees, showing off the amazing perkiness of her tits. Close-ups of my dick going in and out of her sex. Erin took the camera from me and began flipping through the pictures. "Those are hot!" She exclaimed. She dropped the camera on the floor and leaned forward kissing me passionately. My tongue explored her mouth and she picked up the pace of her riding. She pressed her body against mine, rubbing her clit against me with each thrust. "Yes, yes, fuck, yes," she moaned in my ear. I could feel inside her getting wetter, and she began clenching my dick inside her. Her nails were digging into my back as she got closer to cumming, her tight pussy bringing me right along with her. "Oh yeah, me too," I panted. "Oh, oh, oh!" My wife screamed as her body started shaking from a powerful orgasm. I wasn't far behind her as I grunted and filled her with my warm cum. "Shit, that was amazing," Erin said as she collapsed on top of me. We laid in each other's arms for a few minutes until my wife pushed herself up and looked at me. "Let's get your computer." We took the memory card out of the camera and transferred our photos onto my laptop. I pulled up the wife sharing website, logged in, and opened up the "My Photos" page. Together we went through each photo with Erin giving each one a yes or no. We ended up adding 25 amazingly hot pictures to the 6 I already had on the site. We got something to drink and watched TV naked for a while until my wife said, "Let's see if anyone has looked at the pictures." We pulled up the site and saw that each photo already had at least 100 views, and the comments were very complimentary. More than a few men said they wished my wife was riding them, and even a few women said they wished they were eating her out instead of me. It took only a few minutes to go through each picture and read the comments, and in that short time I was again hugely turned on. Erin apparently was as well, since the moment we finished the last picture she straddled me and began a passionate repeat performance. *** Since that night, my wife and I regularly upload pictures to the website, immediately followed by amazing sex. Some of our best photo shoots have been seen over 5,000 times, which means hundreds of men have used my wife and me to get themselves off. I love sharing the photos of my beautiful wife in all kinds of sexual acts. The new exhibitionist side of my wife has been fantastic in the privacy of our home, and I have to wonder how far we can take it... To be continued... Wife Website Ch. 02 Continuation of Wife Website I recently made the first career switch of my life, ending my 7 year run in consulting for a job at a tech start-up as VP of strategy. It was a bit of a stretch for my skill-set, but I was looking forward to the challenge. The potential pay-out if the company was successful wasn't a bad motivator either. I pulled into the parking lot and saw a reserved space with my name on it. Reserved parking, pretty nice, I thought. The front desk receptionist led me to my office on the top floor of the 7 story building. My office was spacious and faced the mountains to the west. A room with a view, very nice. The next two hours were spent doing typical first day activities: meeting my co-workers, getting office supplies, recording my voicemail, and getting my computer set-up. I was in the middle of logging into my email for the first time when Steve Williams, the president of the company knocked on the door. Steve was 41, but he looked about 30 as he was in good shape and didn't have a gray hair on his head. He was a pretty big name in the Colorado tech community as he had helped a half dozen other companies grow and get bought by one of the big guys. I came away very impressed during my interview with him a few weeks earlier. I was going to be reporting directly to Steve, and was excited for all I could learn from him. "Getting all set-up?" Steve asked with a smile, leaning against the door. "Yeah, I'm pretty much ready to get down to business Mr. Williams." "Please, Bradley, call me Steve." First name basis with the president, damn nice. "Ok, Steve. What can I do for you?" "Let's go have a chat in my office, follow me." We walked down the hallway to Steve's corner office. It was the nicest office I had ever been in. Big mahogany desk with two chairs in front of it, a round table with four more chairs, and a full length couch. He pointed to a chair in front of his desk as he sat in his high backed office chair. He leaned back casually and smiled. "I've been waiting for you to start working with us ever since we made you the offer. You have a solid resume, and you really left an impression on me during our interview." "Really? Thanks Steve." "Yeah, partly because you have some interesting experiences, and partly because the whole time I kept thinking to myself, this guy looks familiar, I know him from somewhere. It bugged me the rest of the day, but as I got home that night it hit me. I decided right then to make you an offer to join our company." "I didn't know we had met before." "Oh we haven't," Steve replied. "I recognized you from a website." My eyes went wide, not my best poker face. "A... a... a website?" I stammered. "Yes a website, a very provocative website. You know, I'm a single guy, so I spend a fair amount of time browsing through the internet and my favorites sites are the ones where guys post pictures of their wives. I don't know why, and it is probably a sin or something, but seeing other guys' wives naked and getting fucked is a huge turn on for me. You and your wife have been especially active on one of those sites, haven't you Bradley?" I stared at him speechless, I had no response. In my wildest dreams I couldn't have imagined having this conversation with my new boss. Is this really happening? Steve's smile grew wider. "When I thought I had it figured out I pulled up the site and lo and behold, there you were! The guy I interviewed is in dozens on pictures with his absolutely stunning wife. My favorites were the close-ups of your wife's, shall we say, womanhood. She has such delicious looking... lips. So, as I said, I've been waiting for this day ever since. Do you have any idea why?" "No, not really, I mean I don't think so, no." Where could this be going? "I'm going to be the photographer for your next little shoot!" Steve exclaimed with a clap of his hands. "You're going to what!?!" "You heard me right. And even better we're going to do it on Saturday!" "We are?" "Yep. How does that sound?" "I don't think I can agree to that." I was finally regaining some of my composure. "Luckily for me, you don't really have a choice in the matter." "Actually I think I do," I said, confidence restored. "Nope. See, I can pretty much fire anyone within the first 30 days without any potential repercussion on your part. So, if you want to keep your job, I'll see you Saturday night at your place. And Bradley," Steve said with finality. "Have that pretty wife of yours wear something sexy for me." I left his office without another word. I shuffled back to my office like a defeated soldier leaving the battleground. That was the longest day of work I had ever experienced, and I didn't do a single productive thing for the last 6 hours. My head was spinning from my meeting with Steve. I always knew there was a possibility of someone I knew seeing the pictures I posted online, but honestly, I was so turned on by it that I ignored the potential ramifications. Now, my boss had my back against the wall. I needed this job. Erin made a decent amount teaching high school, but not nearly enough to pay the monthly mortgage. Unfortunately, we hadn't done as good of a job saving as we needed. We had two months of expenses saved, maybe three if we cut up our credit cards. I spent hours thinking, running through every possible scenario, every potential loophole to get me out of this situation. All my years spent in consulting problem solving for other people but I couldn't find a solution for this one. At 5pm I came to terms with the unavoidable truth- my boss was going to take naked pictures of my wife. How am I going to tell Erin? *** I paused before opening the door to our house. Here we go, I said to myself as I took a deep breath, just get it over with. "Hey babe," I called as I stepped through the threshold, my voice cracking like a pre-teen hitting puberty. Erin came running up and gave me a big hug. Her enthusiasm usually made coming home my favorite part of the day. Not today. "Hey sweetie!" She said as she planted a kiss on my lips. "How was your first day of work?" "Well, it was... weird." "Weird?" She cocked her head to the side and raised an eyebrow questioningly. "Let's go sit in the living room." I led Erin by the hand over to couch and we both sat. She looked at me with concern written on her face. "I had a meeting with my new boss Steve, the president of the company." "That's great," Erin said, optimistically hoping that my day was a good kind of weird. "Not really that great." I cleared my throat and took a deep breath. The words came tumbling out. "Steve has seen the pictures that I posted of us online and he said that he wants- no he demands- that he come photograph you this Saturday. And I wanted to say no because I didn't think it was fair that he threatened me like that, but we really can't afford me losing my job. So he's coming over Saturday and there's nothing I can do about it." I stopped suddenly and looked at my wife's face, hoping for some reassurance. Instead, she just looked puzzled. I held my breath awaiting her response. "Your boss said you have to let him take naked pictures of me this Saturday?" "Yes." "What the fuck?" Erin was starting to get really upset. "You didn't think about running that by me before agreeing to it?" "There wouldn't have been a point. We honestly can't afford for me to lose my job." "Taking pictures and posting them online is one thing. I can deal with that because at least there is some distance there. But having your boss in the room taking the pictures, I don't know Bradley, that just seems different. I don't think I can do that!" "I know and I hate that I'm putting you in this situation. All day I tried thinking of a way out of it, but I came up with nothing. We're stuck." "Today is Monday, so you have six days to figure a way to get us unstuck." With that, Erin stood up and stormed out of the room, leaving me on the couch with my head in my hands. *** The week slowly dragged on, and each day I drove home dejected as I failed to find a way out of my boss's demand. Instead of greeting me at the door, Erin waited in the kitchen and when she saw my face she would scowl, shake her head, and walk away. We barely said ten words to each other. Friday afternoon Steve poked his head into my office. "Hey Bradley, how'd the first week go?" He asked cheerily, completely unaware of the effect our Monday conversation had on me. "Not great Steve. Can't say I got a whole lot done." "Ah, don't worry about it. Nobody expects anything the first couple weeks anyway. So, what time should I come over tomorrow?" "You're still planning on... coming over?" "Of course." "Ok. I don't know, 9pm I guess." "Sounds great, see you then!" At dinner on Saturday, Erin finally broke her week of the silent treatment. "So it looks like we're going through with this tonight, huh?" "Yeah, looks that way." "Well, if I'm going to let a stranger take pictures of me naked I'm at least going to get drunk first. You want to join me?" Finally, an olive branch. "Absolutely. I'll grab the tequila." I was glad that Erin wasn't going to make this any harder than it already was. Tequila isn't my favorite liquor, but Erin loves it and it doesn't take much of the stuff to loosen her up. After a couple shots she was joking and laughing, back to her old self. Seeing her have a good time was having more of an effect on me than the tequila, I felt happy for the first time since Steve walked into my office Monday morning. We drank for a couple hours, slowing down from shots to glasses of tequila sunrise. I finished my second sunrise and looked at my watch, 8:45. Shit. "Babe, I think we need to get ready for Steve, he's going to be here soon." "Get ready?" My wife slurred. "What do we need to get ready for?" "Steve said you needed to wear something sexy." "Boooooo. Fine. Stupid." Erin slammed the rest of her drink, and stomped her way up to the bedroom like a child being told to go on timeout. Shortly after Erin left the doorbell rang. Here we go. I opened the door and Steve was smiling and holding out a bottle of wine. "Hi Bradley," he said cheerily. "This is for you." "Thanks Steve," I said grudgingly. "Erin is upstairs. Want a drink?" "That sounds great." We moved into the kitchen and I opened a couple beers. "Here you go. Steve, isn't this a little crazy? Are we really going to do this?" "Of course we are," Steve replied. "I've been looking forward to this for quite some time." There didn't seem to be much to say after that. Steve and I drank our beers in awkward silence around the kitchen island. We had just started our second bottles when I heard my wife coming down the stairs. We set our beers on the granite countertop and looked over to the base of the stairs where Erin would first be appearing. Steve had his hands folded up by his chin, trying to contain his anticipation. Then, Erin appeared at the landing. She was wearing a black teddy with matching black lace bra and panties. The outfit struck a perfect balance between classy and slutty, accentuating her long legs and perfect curves without giving everything away. She paused for a moment as she saw us looking in her direction, one hand on the banister steadying herself. "Well," she said while still standing 20 feet away. "Is this sexy enough?" She asked sarcastically. "You look stunning," Steve replied enthusiastically, the sarcasm not having the desired effect. Erin walked into the kitchen, her heels clacking on the hardwood floor. She was a little unsteady on her feet, and I wasn't sure if it was from the alcohol or from nerves with the discomfort of the situation. I still didn't know what to say, so I just watched as she went straight to the liquor cabinet. She pulled the tequila bottle back out and unscrewed the lid. I thought she was going to pour another sunrise, but instead she put the bottle to her lips, threw back her head, and took a long pull. "Shit," she said with only the slightest of a grimace on her face. I had always been impressed with her ability to handle her hard liquor with barely a flinch. She walked over to Steve still holding the neck of the tequila bottle. "You must be Steve." "And you must be Erin. Delighted to meet you, you are even more beautiful in person." Steve leaned forward and kissed the back of Erin's hand. "Charmed," Erin replied mocking Steve with an over the top fake smile on her face. I had to suppress a laugh. "I know you're probably not really excited-" "You think!" Erin snapped, cutting him off midsentence. She can get pretty feisty when she's drunk. Steve cleared his throat and started again. "I know you're probably not really excited about tonight," he held up his hand as Erin tried to interrupt again. "But I want you to know a few things. First, I told Bradley that I wanted to do this because you are one of the most attractive women I have ever seen. So, in a way, you should take tonight as a compliment. Second, I'm not going to put these pictures on the website Bradley has been posting on, or any other website for that matter. They're just for me. Finally, even though I told your husband that he had to do this tonight, if you tell me to leave I'll leave. Sure, I'll make Bradley's life suck at work, but I'm not going to fire him and I'm not going force you to do anything against your will." I watched as my wife took in this short speech. Steve's words were clearly having an effect on her. She looked down at the floor, thinking through everything he said. When she lifted her head back up her gaze shifted between Steve and me before she took another pull of tequila and announced, "fuck it. You only live once, right?" Steve's face lit up with delight. I was surprised both by my wife's words and the effect they had on me; causing my dick to leap and butterflies of excitement to start fluttering in my stomach. Suddenly, having a man take pictures of my wife seemed like the next level of eroticism from posting the pictures online for other men to see. With my wife's consent all my previous concerns vanished into thin air. This is really going to happen, and it's making me horny as hell! "Let's go before I change my mind," Erin headed down the stairs into the basement, tequila still in hand. Steven and I pounded the rest of our beers and followed like a couple of puppies. We regrouped at the bar in my "man cave". I was very proud of the work we had done in the basement since moving into this house, I had turned it into my dream hangout spot. And since Erin and I shared a lot of the same interests, she enjoyed the space a lot as well. One side of the room was our game area with a pool table, dart board, foosball table, and a few classic arcade games. The other side of the room was our watering hole, featuring an Irish pub style bar area with two taps, a leather sectional couch, and a 60" LED TV with a rocking surround sound system. It had quickly become the neighborhood hangout. "Very nice guys," Steve complimented as he took it all in. "Thanks," Erin and I replied in unison. Somehow, the tension that was so thick upstairs had now dissipated. For a moment it was just three friends enjoying each other's company. That moment was short lived however as Steve took off the light jacket he was still wearing and pulled out his digital camera. "Shall we get started?" He asked Erin. "Ok," Erin replied. "What do you want to do?" "There is something sexy about a woman with a bottle," Steve said as he started driving the photography session. "Let's start with you leaning against the bar drinking tequila." I wasn't sure if Steve really thought a woman with a bottle was sexy or if he just wanted to get a little more alcohol in my wife, but Erin didn't seem to mind. She leaned forward against the bar and pushed her tight ass out, the outline of the black thong just visible underneath her slightly sheer teddy. The camera clicked away as my wife struck different poses while taking sips of tequila. I hadn't seen her drink so much in years. I was standing slightly behind and to the side of Steve, and I had to admit that he was right, this was pretty hot. With the bottle in her hand Erin had a bad girl aura, slightly reminiscent of that famous Bonnie and Clyde picture. "These are great," Steve said encouragingly. "Now slip a strap off one of your shoulders." Erin did as instructed, sliding her right strap down to her mid bicep. She bit her bottom lip lightly, giving the camera a steamy look. She exuded sex from head to toe. "You are so fucking gorgeous," Steve said as he glanced up from behind the camera. "Now let's take off the other strap and let the teddy drop." Again, Erin followed Steve's directions. She slipped the other strap off and let the teddy fall. It only dropped a few inches, however, as it caught on her perky 36C breasts. She giggled and used one finger to help the teddy complete its descent. My wife was now standing in front of us in just her black bra and matching thong. She was breathing heavily, her breasts heaving, nearly exploding out of the thin material. Her erect nipples were clearly visible, and her chest started to get lightly flushed. "Absolutely stunning. Let's move over to the couch." Steve and I let Erin pass as she walked over to the leather sectional. Steve was taking pictures of her ass as her hips swayed provocatively with each step. Erin lay on her side on the couch, legs bent and spread, left leg against the bottom cushion, right against the back. Steve crouched down a few feet away taking pictures from all different angles. My wife appeared to need no commands as she was starting to get into the photo shoot spirit- rubbing herself through her underwear, pushing her breasts together, playing with her hair. I was unbelievably turned on as she moved her body into different positions, and I knew Steve would be as well. After a couple minutes of poses lying on the couch, Erin sat up facing Steve. Her legs were about shoulder width apart and she leaned forward slightly. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She held it in place with her left hand, as her right grabbed the middle of the bra and pulled it off. It was like pulling a table cloth off without upsetting the dinnerware as her left hand still discreetly hid her nipples. She then held a breast in each hand and leaned forward more, giving an amazing view of her ample cleavage. I had a primal urge to see her nipples even though I had seen them so many times in the past. It must have been even more unbearable for Steve. I couldn't hold back anymore, I began rubbing myself through my jeans. Erin sat back up and with a flourish removed her hands and revealed her perfect, dark pink nipples. "Wow," Steve gasped as her stared at my wife's tits. "Those are fucking perfect." Erin smiled at the complement, and took a hard nipple in between each thumb and pointer finger and pulled gently, moaning in pleasure. One of her hands slowly moved down her toned stomach and disappeared under her panties. I could see the movement underneath and knew she had at least one finger inside herself. Her breathing became faster and she leaned back against the couch. Her hand continued its steady motion as she arched her back and squeezed her breast. "You should lose those panties," Steve commanded. Without hesitation, Erin pulled off her thong. Her wetness was visible on the discarded black material. My wife was now in front of my boss wearing nothing but a pair of heels. She spread her perfectly smooth lips, giving Steve an amazing view of her lovely pink pussy and inviting hole. Steve took a few pictures, then my wife lay back down on the couch and resumed masturbating, now with both hands. She had two fingers deep inside her pussy, while two fingers from the other hand drew circles on her clit. Steve adjusted his position, moving to the end of the couch between my wife's feet. He moved forward and began taking up close pictures of Erin playing with herself. Wife Website Ch. 02 Erin's hands began moving faster and she turned her head towards the side, making eye contact with me as I watched. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened in an expression of pleasure. "Oh yes, yes, ohhhh," my wife moaned as her orgasm spread through her body. Her toes curled on either side of Steve's face. Steve looked over at me, lust filling his eyes. "Bradley, time for you to join your wife." "Huh?" I was caught off guard that he had addressed me. "You want me in there?" "Of course. Most of the other pictures you've posted online have been with both of you." I was frozen in place, unsure of what to do. I looked at Erin who was facing me on the couch, one hand on her forehead the other on her stomach. For a second I thought she looked too spent to continue, but she sat up suddenly, as if she had been injected with an unseen shot of adrenaline. She curled her finger at me, beckoning me closer. I slowly took two steps forward until I was up against the couch. As I stood silently, Erin began undoing my belt. She hooked her fingers in my waistband and pulled my jeans and boxer briefs off in one quick motion. My erect dick leapt to attention, excited to finally be freed. Erin looked up at me as she licked my shaft from the base to the tip. My pre-cum hung like a rope bridge from the tip of my cock to the tip of her tongue. She grabbed my cock with one hand and pushed it up against my stomach so that she could she have an unobstructed path to my balls. She took each of my balls into her mouth one at a time, sucking and swirling with her tongue. I unbuttoned my shirt, pulled it and my undershirt off, and with that I was now naked as well. After she was done with my balls, my wife opened her mouth wide and swallowed my full length, pressing her nose against my trimmed pubic hair. She began slowly moving her head back and forth: sucking, swirling, and stroking with alternating speed in perfect sequence. Erin stopped at the tip, and starting flicking it with her tongue as one hand stroked my shaft and the other gently massaged my sack. She has always been a master of fellatio, and I knew if I let this continue for much longer I would finish. I really wanted to cum inside her, so I grabbed a handful of her short blonde hair and pulled her head back gently. "Turn around," I told Erin. She shifted her position, moving her knees onto the middle cushion and turning to support herself on the arm of the couch. My wife's face was now inches from Steve's bulging crotch. I kneeled behind her with my legs in between hers and slowly entered her wet pussy. We both moaned and I held myself fully inside her, enjoying the warmth of her vagina on my cock. I began slowly pumping as Erin moved her hips slightly up and down to the rhythm of my thrusts. I had a strong grip on her sides, preventing her from moving too quickly and bringing me to orgasm before I was ready. I loved the view from behind as I got to stare at her beautiful ass and watch my dick appear and disappear in steady rhythm. "I'm switching to video," Steve said, his comment ignored by both of us while in the throes of passion. He walked over to the bar, grabbed a stool, and brought it over to the middle of the room facing the couch. He switched the camera from picture to video mode and set it on the stool. He bent down behind the camera, adjusted it slightly to make sure everything was in frame, then did something I wasn't expecting- began undressing. We had agreed to him taking the photos, but pleasuring himself while we were fucking in front of him wasn't part of the deal. I gave him a questioning look which he waved off with a smile. "I can pull pictures off the video, so I'm just going to get some shots where it looks like Erin is sucking me off while you do her from behind." He said it so casually, and I was so focused on my wife, that I didn't object. Steve finished undressing and moved to the end of the couch so his erect cock was inches from my wife's face. It twitched in anticipation, hovering in the air so close to Erin's lovely lips. Steve was tall and thin, and his dick seemed to fit his body as it had less girth than mine but was a little longer. While he didn't have a grey hair on his head, he did have a full bush of grey hair. My wife looked over her shoulder at me, her eyebrows lowered in an expression of confusion. I shrugged and averted my gaze down to her ass, watching it jiggle for a millisecond with each bounce off my crotch. I knew she was wondering if I was going to put a stop to this, and part of me thought that I should. That part, however, was completely overruled by the much larger part of me that was wanting to push this further. Steve put his hand on my wife's face and gently turned it back towards him. His voice was reassuring, "it's ok. Like I said, these pictures are only for me. Just wrap your hand around my dick and pretend you are going to suck it. You don't have to actually put it in your mouth if you don't want to." I watched as my wife tentatively raised her hand and after a brief pause closed it around Steve's cock. She held her hand motionless near the base of his quivering member for a minute before she started moving it up and down his shaft. At first the movement was so small I wasn't sure if I was seeing it correctly, but soon she picked up the length and speed of the strokes. Steve licked his lips and tilted his head backwards. My wife opened her mouth to complete the simulated blow job. Her head stayed still, moving ever so slightly when I drove my cock inside her. I could see Steve pressing his pelvis forward until his tip was hovering inside her lips. I knew he could feel the warmth of her breath, but she managed to hold the end of his cock perfectly suspended in the circle of her mouth even as her hand moved up and down the length of his dick. Steve looked at me and waited until he had my attention. He lifted one eyebrow and motioned his head down toward my wife. I knew what he wanted. My heart was pounding in my chest, racing even faster than it normally did during sex. I felt a slight tingling sensation in my hands. I pulled my cock back, loosened my grip on Erin's hips, and took a deep breath. I thrust myself inside her, and without my hands holding her Erin's body pushed forward and Steve's dick drove inside her mouth. For the first time in years, my wife was sucking a cock that wasn't mine! I pulled back again and Steve's dick popped out of Erin's mouth. She still had a hold of his shaft, which now glistened with her saliva. Time seemed to stop as all three of us froze. Steve and I both knew that whatever happened next, it would be Erin's decision. Oh no, did I go too far? I panicked. I was about to start apologizing when my wife's hand started stroking Steve's cock again. After a few seconds she opened her mouth and pushed her head forward, swallowing Steve's dick. Her momentary hesitation was completely gone as she sucked his cock with the same enthusiasm she had for me so many times before. She began moaning more loudly and pushing her ass into me with every thrust, picking up both the speed and intensity of our fucking. My wife was clearly enjoying having two cocks at the same time. "Oh baby, you are amazing," Steve told Erin. The sight of my wife orally pleasuring another man combined with the fury of our fucking sent me over the edge and I was hit with a powerful orgasm. My balls tightened and my hands grabbed Erin's hips harder as I shot my load inside my wife with a guttural moan. Erin barely flinched as she continued working Steve's cock with her mouth. I got off the couch and watched as my wife gave Steve one of her amazing blow jobs. With me no longer entering her from behind, she started rubbing her clit to keep herself in a state of ecstasy. I glanced to my side and noticed the camera continuing the film the action. I picked it up off the stool, switched it back to camera mode, and began taking pictures of my wife sucking Steve's cock. I started from the middle of the room and moved closer and closer, pausing briefly between each click to look in amazement at the digital screen. I could hear small gagging noises coming from Erin as Steve's dick hit the back of her throat. He had two fists full of my wife's hair and was helping guide her up and down his shaft. Seeing my wife suck another man's cock should have upset me. I knew husband should never want to see his wife with another man. Instead it turned me on immensely. This is so fucking hot! I said to myself as Erin swirled her tongue over Steve's head and worked his dick with her free hand. I took a few close-up shots of Steve's cock going in and out of my wife's mouth, then adjusted my position so I could capture a few images of her massaging her clit. As I stood back and took in the sight in front of me, my cock started getting hard and I had an insatiable urge to be back inside my wife. I tossed the camera down onto the recliner and lay down on the couch. I slid my body in between Erin's legs. I had a perfect view of her pussy, and my cum slowly dripping out. I reached up and gave her ass a light slap. She turned her head around, her hand continuing to jerk Steve off. "Get on top of me," I told her. Erin turned around and straddled me. She held my cock in one hand, guiding it inside her. I slid easily into her already penetrated vagina. She started riding me furiously, pressing down on my chest with both hands. Her face looked like she was angry at me, but I knew her well enough to know that she was really just incredibly horny and had an orgasm that had been building inside her like a volcano ready to explode. "Fuck me! Deeper! Harder! Yes! Yes!" Steve moved over from the end of the couch and stood by my wife's side. Erin turned her head and without hesitation resumed sucking Steve's cock. She worked his dick with one hand while the other was grabbing my chest hair and keeping her balanced. From my position underneath her, I had an unbelievable view of her bouncing tits and her bobbing head. "Don't stop," Steve said. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" My wife pulled Steve's dick out of her mouth and pointed his dark red head at her breasts. She began stroking him furiously while she massaged his balls, coaxing his sperm to come out to play. With a caveman yell Steve began cumming, shooting his hot white seed all over my wife's tits. Erin kept pumping, and I thought Steve would never empty out. Finally, Steve let out a sigh of relief and my wife rubbed his tip on her nipples as she got out every last drop. Steve's orgasm started a chain reaction. Erin shoved his dick back in her mouth as she was hit with a tremendous orgasm. She drove her pussy down on me, pushing my cock further inside her and grinding her clit against my body. Erin let out a scream of pleasure, her words muffled by the cock softening in her mouth, "Fuuuuuuck!" The pulsating of my wife's vagina around my dick, combined with the sight of Steve's cum dripping off her tits had me quickly cumming again. For the second time in ten minutes, I released my soldiers into my wife's pussy. Erin collapsed on top of me, both of us unable to move our sweaty bodies. Steve's cum pressed between our chests, but I didn't even notice as I was in such a marvelous state of bliss. We must have passed out, because the next thing I knew I was awoken by my wife twitching in her sleep. I looked around, but didn't see Steve. His clothes and the camera were gone. Must have gone home. I gently slapped Erin on the ass to wake her up, and we sat up next to each other on the couch. "Well," she muttered. "Well," I replied. "That wasn't exactly what you told me was the plan." "No, it sure wasn't. Are you mad at me?" I asked. "I'm not mad, are you mad?" "Me? No! That was unbelievable!" "It was pretty fun, huh?" My wife said as she glanced at me out of the corner of her eye. I saw a smile start to creep across her face. "The feeling of being fucked by two guys at the same time was incredible. I would have never agreed to that beforehand, but I'm sure glad it happened." I smiled back, "Me too babe." *** Without the distractions of the week before, I got more done in the first few hours of work the next Monday than I had the entire week previous. I was replying to an email from a vendor when I heard a light knock on my door. I looked up to see Steve walk in. He walked up to my desk, and set down a memory stick, tapping it with his pointer finger. "I think you're going to have a good career here with us," Steve said, eyes still looking at what I knew were the pictures and video from Saturday night. Without another word he turned and walked out. I picked up the memory stick, and held it up, looking at it before I dropped it in my briefcase. I can't wait to show these to Erin... Wife Website Ch. 03 Conclusion to Wife Website and Wife Website Ch. 02 It had been two weeks since my boss Steve had come over for a "photo" session with my wife Erin. I say photo session in quotes because what started as just pictures of Erin ended with me fucking my wife from behind while she sucked Steve's cock. Even though we had both enjoyed it, Erin and I hadn't talked about what happened that night. A couple days of mild awkwardness slowly gave way to a return to life as normal. I wish I could say the same about my two weeks with Steve. Every day he had come up with an excuse to drop by my office. Each visit would start with about two minutes of business after which Steve would shut the door and start replaying that night. Just the sight of Steve was starting to annoy me, but at the same time I couldn't deny that I got off on rehashing our threesome as well. Most nights I would flip through the pictures or watch the video of my wife with a cock in each end. After just a couple minutes, I would be hard as a rock and go searching the house for Erin. I don't know if she was as turned on by the memory as I was, but I do know that our love making every night since had an extra level of passion and energy. After one particularly rough Tuesday, which saw Steve make not one stop into my office but three, I retreated to my basement, poured myself a beer from the tap, and pulled out my laptop. I opened the web browser and typed the letter 'k' in the address bar and the name of my favorite wife posting website automatically filled in. I hit enter and turned on the TV to sports highlights as the website loaded. I went to the pictures section and filtered the results by "Group." I began flipping through the pictures of wives in scenes straight out of Caligula's palace. I imagined my wife in the place of these other women: with two other women, with two men, swapping husbands. I wasn't sure if I wanted my wife to be the center of something like a gangbang, but for some reason the thought of it made my cock rock hard. I was rubbing myself through my pants as I quickly scrolled through the pictures. Suddenly my hand froze and my stomach lurched. There on my screen was Erin with Steve's dick in her mouth and me entering her from behind. I stared at the screen, my mind a blank from the chock. Then I felt a rage building inside me, Steve had promised not to post these! That son of a bitch! I felt lied to, betrayed... yet also incredibly turned on. I continued clicking next and went through five other pictures Steve had posted to the site. I had never been so conflicted in my life. In my mind I was furious at Steve, but my cock was throbbing with lust. Erin looked phenomenal skewered on our couch, but until now I believed I was the only one who got to enjoy that image. The thought of other people seeing my wife enjoying the attention of two men at once sent a panic and a thrill through my body. My big head and my little head were at war, and threatening to tear me in two. I closed the site and stared straight ahead, trying to process what to do next. Think Bradley, think! Despite my best efforts I couldn't put together a coherent thought and I wouldn't be able to think straight until I released this pent up energy. I slammed laptop closed and threw it down onto the couch. I slammed the rest of the beer and put the empty glass in the sink. I was about to slam that down too, but at the last minute I came to my senses. I went up the stairs two at a time and jogged into the kitchen. I skidded to a stop on the hardwood when I saw Erin sitting in the living room reading a magazine. With four long strides I was in front of her, grabbing her face with both hands and kissing her passionately. My tongue explored her mouth for just the briefest of moments before I broke our embrace. Usually I consider myself a romantic in bed, but tonight that was not going to be the case. We weren't going to be making love, we were going to fuck. I pulled her shirt over her head, then dropped to my knees and practically tore her pants off. I caught a glimpse of Erin removing her bra as I threw my face in between her legs. "Bradley!" She cried with a mix of shock and excitement. I breathed in my wife's scent, it was intoxicating. I began licking her perfectly smooth lips, I loved that she had sprung laser hair removal, most of all when I was orally pleasuring her. I sucked her lips into my mouth, wanting to devour as much of her as I could. I pressed my tongue against her vagina, rolling it from her hole up to her clit. "Oh fuck yes," Erin moaned. She loved when I did that. It was about as close as I could come to claiming I had 'a move'. I pulled back her clitoral hood with two fingers, giving me unobstructed access to her love button. I paused and looked up at her. She was leaning back on the couch with her eyes closed, her hands were cupping her magnificent 36C breasts. The view from down there always reminded me how lucky I was. I licked her exposed clit, causing her legs to tremor underneath me. I licked my way down and swirled my tongue on her opening, tasting her fresh juices and giving her a break from the intense stimulation. I then moved back up to her clit, sucking it between my lips. I knew this sent her over the edge, and soon she let out a shriek and pulled her hips back, no longer able to take the sensation. She grabbed my chin with her hand and pulled my face up to her. She kissed me deeply, knowing that nothing turned me on as much as my wife tasting herself on my lips. "I need you. Now." She stated. I needed no second bidding, and in an instant my clothes were on the floor. I was about to position myself in between her legs, but Erin stopped me. "Let me moisten first." I didn't argue as my wife opened her mouth and swallowed my erect cock. She bobbed her head back and forth, taking my full six inches from base to tip and back again rapidly. "Ok," I said as I stopped her and slipped my cock out of her mouth. Ten more seconds of my wife blowing me and I wouldn't have been able to stop myself from cumming. That wasn't what either of us wanted right then. Erin lay back down on the couch and I dropped my body on top of her. She wrapped her legs around my back as I entered her wet pussy. "Oh Bradley," Erin breathed into my ear as I pushed my hips forward, filling her as deeply as I could. I didn't want to finish too quickly so I was planning to go slowly, but my wife had other plans. She pulled me down into her with her strong legs the second I withdrew most of my length from her pussy. I gave in to the heat of the moment. I thrust myself inside her as hard and as fast as I could. I could feel the back of her hand against my stomach as she played with her clit. I could tell by the speed of her hand and the ferocity of her swirling hips that she was as close to cumming as I was. "Yeah Bradley, harder, faster. Fuck me Bradley!" "Oh baby, you feel incredible," I whispered into as I lightly nibbled on her earlobe. "Don't stop, don't stop," Erin growled in my ear. Her hand slapped my ass and she dug her nails into the skin. As she came she let out a scream, "yes!" I was only a second behind her. I grunted and began shooting my cum inside her, holding myself as far into her warmth as I could as I dripped the last drop. Spent, I collapsed on top of her. I rolled onto my back and Erin curled against my side, laying her head on my chest. "That was amazing," she said as she tilted her head up for a quick peck on the lips. "Yeah it was," I agreed. Now my mind was clear... *** "Hey Bradley," I heard the familiar voice from the doorway the next morning. I looked up to see Steve leaning in the doorway, wearing the same shit-eater grin he had had pasted on his face for the past week and a half. "How's work?" "It's good Steve," I replied unenthusiastically. "Just going through this contract with Milter Bros. I think if we come down on price about 5% we can lock them up for two years. Our software is light years ahead of the stuff from the company they're currently with; I think they're just playing hardball." "What would our margins be at that price?" "Still a healthy 55%. Here, check out the numbers," I held out the revised contract in his direction. I was hoping to keep him focused on business for as long as I could. "Eh, I don't need to see, I trust you." Dammit. I didn't believe for a moment he really trusted me that much, but I knew he wanted to end this work discussion to start talking about Erin. "So I was watching the video of your wife last night-" "I'm glad you brought that up," I said, cutting Steve off midsentence. He raised an eyebrow questioningly, this was the first time I had encouraged this topic of discussion and it clearly surprised him. "Erin wanted me to ask you something." "Really? What?" He asked as he sat down in the chair on the other side of my desk. "Well, I'm not sure exactly how to say this," I said quietly, feigning shyness. I let out a deep breath. "Erin wants you to fulfill a fantasy hers." "What fantasy?" Steve asked eagerly. "She has this..." I paused and looked down at my desk, "... this fantasy of someone breaking into our house and taking her against her will." "Like a rape fantasy?" "I guess you could call it that. Erin doesn't use that term though because of the obvious negative connotations." "Right of course. Sorry, I won't use that word again. So she wants me to be the 'criminal'" he made the quote motion with his fingers, "breaking into the house?" "That's what she said. Since the other night she keeps talking about how great you were, and how she wanted to take it further than last time." He smiled cockily, happy to have his ego stroked. It took all my will power to not reach across the desk and slap the smile off his face. He put his hands behind his head and leaned back in the chair. "I can't say I'm too surprised. This wouldn't be the first time someone wanted more after a first taste." Who the hell does this guy think he is? I thought. I guess you can take the guy out of the fraternity, but you can't take the frat out of the guy. "Would you be interested?" I asked, knowing the obvious answer. "Of course! I'd love to help your little lady out. What's the plan?" "Sunday night I always go over to my buddy's place to shoot hoops in his driveway. Erin stays home, gets in some comfy clothes, and watches a chick-flick that she knows I wouldn't watch with her." "Sounds like the perfect opportunity, for a visitor." I almost threw up with the slimy way he said visitor. See this through Bradley. "That's exactly what I was thinking. So Sunday night, you could come over around 8. Wait in the street in front of our house until I leave. I will flash my lights as I drive away which will be your signal to make your move. I'll leave the sliding door in the back of the house unlocked, you can go in there and do your thing." "Should I wear a mask or bring a fake knife or something?" Steve asked, his imagination running with the scenario I was outlining. "No, no. We don't want to scare her too much, and she wants to see your face just in case by some one in a million coincidence someone actually broke in on Sunday." "Sure, that's fair." "But don't let her see you for too long, that will ruin the sense of realism. You need to blindfold her and handcuff her hands behind her back." "And then I'll throw her over my shoulder and take her into the bedroom." "No, not in the bedroom." Stop interjecting your dumb ideas! "She still doesn't want to have sex with someone else in our bed, I guess that is crossing over a line she isn't ready to cross yet. You'll just have to throw her down on the couch." "Works for me," Steve said. He slapped his hands together and stood up. "This is going to be fun. I'll see you- actually I'll just see your wife- Sunday." I gave a sarcastic salute to Steve's back as he walked to his office. One down, one to go. *** "Babe!" I called as I opened the door into the mudroom. "Hey sweetie," Erin replied. She came around the corner and jumped into my arms, giving me a welcome home kiss. "How was work?" "Well, it was-" I started. Erin didn't let me finish. "Oh no, I recognize that tone." Erin pushed her hand against my chest. "The last time you spoke to me like that you told me your boss was going to take pictures of me. And we both know where that ended up. What the hell is it this time?" "Do you want to go sit down?" "No I do not want to go sit down. Just tell me." She crossed her arms impatiently. "Ok, so for the past couple weeks Steve has been coming into my office and making a lot of comments about our little threesome. He keeps telling me how sexy you are, and how he wants to be with you again. He actually has a fantasy he wants you to play out with him." "A fantasy?" "Yeah. He has this fantasy where he breaks into a woman's house and takes her against her will." "He wants to pretend to rape me?" "He doesn't really like to use that word, you know, because of the obvious negative connotation." "I don't know Bradley, whatever you or Steve want to call it that sounds kind of messed up." "Hey, I agree with you. The thing is... he said if you don't do it he'll post the video and pictures from our night together." "What!?!" Erin exclaimed, shoving me with both hands. "He swore that those were for his private collection only!" I held up my hands defensively. "I know, I know. I'm on your side, it is total bullshit." "Where does it end Bradley? Is he going to hold this over our heads forever?" "That's what I said. He agreed that if you went through with fulfilling this fantasy he would give us something incriminating that we could use against him. Mutually assured destruction." It was a complete lie. "What could be so incriminating?" "Falsified financial statements from one of his earlier start-ups," I said, continuing my fabricated story. "The company was bought out, and Steve covered his tracks well enough that the acquirer never discovered there was an issue. Apparently the difference in actual versus falsified value of the company was in the millions." "He could just be making that up." "Yeah, he could. But he didn't seem like he was lying, and I don't know what other choice we have. This is probably our best option." "Ok..." she said hesitantly. "I mean I did really enjoy myself last time..." "That's true, we both did." "But that was with you, and it was only a blow job, we didn't actually have sex. This really seems like cheating, like I'd be going against my wedding vows, my promise to be faithful to you." "It isn't really cheating if I give you my blessing. You're only being unfaithful if you have sex with someone behind my back." "So you think I should do it?" Erin asked me, still unsure. "Yeah I do." "Well, if you think I should," she paused. "Then I guess I'll do it." "Thanks babe. I'll tell Steve you're in." Two down. *** As the week wore on, Erin grew more comfortable with the idea of living out what she thought was Steve's fantasy. Steve was of course still excited about fulfilling what he thought was Erin's fantasy. I was getting more nervous about whether this would unfold as I had planned or if it would backfire in my face. Sunday evening arrived and I prepared to leave my wife alone for her night with Steve. I walked through the living room and ensured that everything was in place and ready for Steve's entrance. Erin came into the room wearing her usual Sunday night ensemble of loose sweatpants and one of my large sweatshirts. I assumed she was also following her normal routine of wearing nothing underneath. "You ready?" I asked her. "I guess so," Erin replied. "I've been thinking about it a lot since Wednesday, and if you are ok with it then I think it isn't cheating. And if it isn't cheating then I should make the best out of it and have some fun." I smiled. "Don't enjoy yourself too much, you still have to pretend to resist." "Don't worry, I'm a good actress." "Ok, well I guess I'm off to Rick's to play basketball. Text me when Steve leaves so I know when I can come back. "Will do. Have fun." I took once last glance back at my wife. She gave me a little wave and I closed the door behind me. I backed the car out of the driveway, and turned in the direction of Rick's house a few miles away. I saw a cherry red sports car sitting by the curb, I recognized it as Steve's car from the work parking lot. I flashed my lights off and on. As I drove past his car I looked in the rearview mirror and saw Steve getting out of the driver's side door. I slowed to a crawl and watched him sneak into our backyard and disappear around the corner of the house. Well, no turning back now. *** An hour later and my phone beeped with a message. I threw Rick the basketball and picked up my cell. "You can come home now," the text read. "Hey Rick, the wife wants me back home." Rick made the motion of a cracking whip and the noise that goes with it. "Alright man. Good seeing you, tell the better half 'hi' for me." "Will do. Next week- same bat-time, same bat-place?" "You know it. See ya Brad." Rick had been one of my best friends for as long as I could remember, he was the only one who still called me Brad. "Later Rick." I got in my car and began the short drive home. My stomach was twisted in knots. I thought I knew how the past hour would have played out, but what if something happened that I wasn't expecting? What if Erin didn't really look like she was resisting? Or what if Steve didn't look like he was forcing himself on her? Think positive thoughts. I didn't give my usual 'Babe' as I came into the house. Instead, I quietly entered and walked into the living room where my wife was laying on the couch under a blanket. "Hey Erin." She looked up at me. "Hey Bradley. Do you want to sit?" "Sure." I sat down next to her and she put her feet in my lap. I pulled the blanket over them and starting giving her a foot massage. "So, how'd it go?" "Fine," she replied quietly, eyes cast down to her knees. "I mean, it happened pretty much as you said it would." "Tell me about it." She looked back up at me, surprised. "You want me to tell you about how we had sex?" "Yeah, I want to hear exactly what happened. Don't hold anything back." "Ok..." Erin took a deep breath and began her story. "A couple minutes after you left I went into the kitchen to get a bowl of popcorn. I was walking back to the couch when someone grabbed my shoulders from behind. Even though I knew Steve was going to 'break-in' it still caught me by surprise. I screamed and threw the popcorn into the air. Steve put one hand over my mouth and wrapped his arm around my neck so my throat was pressed against his forearm. He said 'shut the fuck up bitch' and pushed me into the living room. I didn't realize it the other night, but he is pretty strong for how skinny he is. Even if I would have been resisting for real I don't think it would have done much good. "He led me over to the couch and wrapped a blindfold around my head, but he didn't cover my eyes at first, just my forehead. He spun me around so I was facing him, and I saw him for a fleeting moment before he pulled the blindfold down over my eyes. He growled at me, 'do what I say or I'll hurt you.' It was very convincing. He was close enough that I could smell the wine on his breath. Even though I knew it was Steve, my heart starting beating faster with a twinge of fear. "He grabbed the bottom of my sweatshirt and pulled it roughly over my head. He grabbed my breasts and said 'you have perfect fucking tits.' In spite of myself, I felt my nipples hardening under his touch. He must have noticed too because he pinched both of them and then circled my areolas with his finger. He turned me back around and I heard metal clinking against metal. He pulled my hands together and I felt cold handcuffs being placed around my wrists. With a series of quick clicks he tightened them, stopping just short of hurting me. Wife Website Ch. 03 "With my back still facing him, Steve stuck his fingers into the waistband of my sweatpants and pulled them down around my ankles. 'Lift up your feet,' he commanded me. I did as I was told and he took the sweatpants off completely. I felt a chill standing there naked, but I was also getting more excited by being exposed without any control of what was going to take place. A few moments passed and nothing happened. I realized that he was taking his clothes off behind me. I held my breath in anticipation of what might come next. The stillness was broken abruptly as he slapped my ass with both hands, hard enough that I'm sure it left a mark. He told me, 'great ass, nice and tight but still with some plumpness to it.' He bent over and bit my right cheek, causing me to jump and let out a cry of surprise. This apparently made Steve mad, 'no noises bitch,' he said. "Steve turned me back around and pushed my shoulders. My heels hit against the bottom of the couch and I fell back onto the cushion. Steve grabbed the back of my head and pulled it towards him. 'Open your mouth.' I did as he said and he put his semi-erect penis in my mouth. His penis quickly hardened on my tongue, causing me to open my jaw further. With my hands tied behind my back, he had complete power over me. He held my head in place and began thrusting his penis in and out of my mouth. His penis is a little longer than what I can get down my throat, but I had no way of resisting as he shoved it deeper than I could handle. I began to gag a little, which only seemed to encourage him. He slowly pushed his penis in as far as he could until it pressed against the back of my throat. I let out a muffled cough, I felt like I was being choked. My eyes began welling up with tears and I was about to try to scream when he pulled his penis back out. "He held his tip against my lips, 'lick it,' he said. I stuck my tongue out and licked the tip of his penis. I could taste his pre-cum, it was slightly salty and sour. He reached down and grabbed my breasts. He said 'good girl,' then he leaned down and sucked my left nipple, then my right. I hadn't enjoyed him shoving himself down my throat, but as he licked my nipples and I smelled the spiciness of his cologne I was beginning to get turned on. "Steve put his hands on my shoulders and guided me down onto the couch. My arms were uncomfortable behind me, but the cushion had enough padding and I was able to adjust my positioning so that it was a mild discomfort. I was lying naked and vulnerable on the couch, unsure of what was coming next. I heard some shuffling by my side, but I couldn't figure out what was happening until I heard the sound of tearing foil. He had gotten a condom out and opened it. "I held my breath as I waited. I felt the cushion shift as Steve put weight on the couch. His hands pushed my legs further apart, and I felt the hair on his legs brush against me as he positioned himself between my legs. He said 'beautiful pussy' and began rubbing my clit. He played with me for less than a minute before stopping. It was just long enough to start getting me excited, but not enough to make me wet. I guess he wasn't overly concerned with my comfort. "The next thing I felt was Steve's latex covered cock pressing against my entrance. It took some effort since I was still 0pretty dry, but the pressure built until my hole opened wide enough to get around the head of his penis. He slowly pushed himself inside me. His penis felt different than yours. It didn't fill me up quite as much, but it reached further inside me. It felt like he was pressing against my intestines. I could feel his breath on my face as he held himself above me. "Steve began fucking me, with long deliberate thrusts of his hips. At first, it didn't feel good as the condom did not have enough lubrication to prevent any friction. But soon, the feeling of his penis inside me had my vagina wet and he started sliding in and out more smoothly. 'You feel amazing' he told me. I have to admit, by this point I was starting to enjoy the feeling of Steve fucking me. With his longer penis, the feeling of him entering and exiting me was more sustained. The condom was ribbed, and it felt fantastic rubbing against my hole and massaging my g spot. "I started moving my hips in rhythm with his thrusts. I didn't want to move too much as I knew his fantasy was to be with a woman who was resisting. But even with a small gyration his penis began hitting me in all the right places. He felt so good inside me, I moaned unconsciously. I caught myself before I said out loud how tremendous he felt and how much I was enjoying him fucking me. He noticed my reaction and said 'I love fucking you.' He picked up the intensity of his fucking, hitting me harder and faster. "Our breathing got deeper and I knew we were both on the verge of orgasm. Mine hit me first, starting in my vagina and rolling up my body. I clenched my teeth and tightened my muscles, not wanting to ruin the illusion of the unwilling victim. Steve continued driving his penis inside me, the extended strokes giving me an incredibly powerful orgasm. I continued tensing my body until I finally finished cumming. Whether it was from the different penis inside me, my heightened senses from being blindfolded, or from the excitement of the fantasy, it was one of the best orgasms I have ever had. When my body relaxed he pulled out and I heard him take off his condom. "I was afraid he was going to shove his penis back in me without protection, but I heard him begin to masturbate. I could feel the couch shaking slightly with his fast strokes. It less than twenty seconds before he began making noises in his throat and with a deep 'ohhhhh' I felt his warm cum hit my stomach. The first spurt landed just above my belly button, but the next two shot further, reaching my breasts. He leaned forward on his left arm and used his right hand to coax the last of his semen onto my lower stomach, just above my vagina. I was now covered in his warm seed, and I could feel it dripping down my breasts and sides. "He said 'fucking outstanding', and got up off the couch. I heard him pick some clothes up off the ground, and then I felt him wiping off my stomach and chest with my sweatshirt. He rolled me over, gave my ass another hard slap, and then unlocked my handcuffs. 'Don't move until you hear the door close behind me' he commanded. "I laid still on the couch, listening to Steve put his clothes back on. I heard him walk over to the sliding glass door and pull it open. He paused, said 'I can't wait to do this again sometime," then closed the door behind him. I got up off the couch and locked the door. I then went upstairs and took a quick shower. Finally I came back downstairs and sent you the text to come home." I had been on the edge of my seat throughout my wife's entire story, never interrupting. She got more confident and animated as the story unfolded, and I even thought I noticed her getting a little excited when she relived Steve bringing her to orgasm. At the end of her retelling it was impossible for me to hide the erection underneath my basketball shorts. Erin looked down at it, "Not exactly the reaction I was expecting," she said. "I know it's weird, but the thought of Steve fucking you makes me unbelievably horny." "I'm glad, because I really enjoyed myself. And since I already got off tonight, I guess you deserve a release as well." Erin pulled down my shorts, grabbed my cock in her right hand, and began swirling her tongue around my tip. After spending the last 10 minutes visualizing my wife getting fucked right on this couch, I didn't last long enough to fully enjoy her oral talents. I think I set a new shortest blow job record, cumming almost the instant my wife swallowed my cock. It caught her by surprise and she came up coughing. "Hey one minute man!" "Sorry about that," I replied dumbly. "It's ok with me. Now my jaw won't hurt." I laughed. "I guess that is a bright side. I have one quick thing to do before bed, I'll meet you up there." Erin gave me a quick peck on the lips. "Don't be too long." I watched my wife leave the room, enjoying the sway of her ass as she moved. I counted to ten before getting off the couch. I tip-toed over the stairs, made sure Erin wasn't coming back down, and then tip-toed back into the living room. I went over to the built-in shelving that faces the couch. I moved two books aside and pulled out the video camera I had hidden there before leaving for Rick's. I hit the camera button, causing it to stop recording. I flipped open the side of the camera and the small LCD screen popped on. I scrolled through the menu until I found the file playback, and I selected the one file currently on the memory card- the video from tonight. I pushed play and stood in the glow of the screen. I saw my wife walk into the kitchen, then saw the sliding glass door slowly open and Steve squeeze through. He carefully closed the door behind him, and hid around the corner from the kitchen. I saw my wife walking towards Steve, and just as she had described, he grabbed her and she tossed her popcorn into the air. I watched the rest of the video: it showed exactly what my wife has described. By the time I reached the end I had a huge smile on my face. Perfect. *** The next day at work I walked into Steve's office almost immediately after setting my bag down at my desk. He welcomed me in with a big wave of his arm. "Morning Bradley!" "Good morning Steve. How was your night last night?" "Oh man, Bradley your wife is incredible!" Steve's eyes widened. "I can't wait until I get another shot at her." "Well Steve, that isn't going to be happening again. Ever." Steve laughed. "What are you talking about Bradley? I'm still the boss. I still make the rules around here. And quite honestly, I think your wife loves having some new cock in her life." "That may be true," I replied calmly. "And as weird as it sounds I kind of like the idea of my wife with a another man's cock inside her. But it isn't going to be coming from an asshole like you." "Asshole?" Steve's voice rose, his escalating anger unhidden. "Who do you think you are talking to?" I reached into my pocket and pulled a flash drive from my pocket. "I think I'm talking to a cocky son of a bitch who is going to take the pictures of my wife off the internet, who is never going to threaten me again, never going to touch my wife again, and never going to do anything that pisses me off again." "What's this?" Steve asked, picking up the flash drive and looking at it. "That," I said pointing, "is a video from last night. A video that shows very clearly you sneaking into my house, blindfolding and tying up my wife, and having sex with her against her will. That is what will send you to jail for rape if you ever cross me again." Steve stared at me stunned. Suddenly, his face twisted in rage. "It wasn't fucking rape. She wanted me to pretend to force myself onto her!" I remained composed in the face of his wrath. "That's not what the video shows, and that's not what my wife will tell the police or a jury. She is a very convincing actress as you may have realized." "She already blew me, why the fuck would I need to rape her?" Steve's fury was building. "Erin felt guilty about what she had done, so after our threesome she told you she didn't want to do anything like that again." "She never said that!" "Your word against hers, and mine." "Why the hell would you tape me fucking her if she didn't want it?" "Well, when Erin lived alone someone broke into her house," I lied. "He stole some electronics and got away with it. Ever since, she has kept a nanny cam in the house in case of another intruder so they wouldn't get away with it again. In fact, she was pretty scarred by the incident, another reason no one would believe that she would ask someone to break into the house and fuck her." Steve seemed to visibly shrink in his chair, like a balloon pricked with a pin. His eyes darted back and forth, trying to figure out something I had missed. A light bulb seemed to click and he re-inflated. "Ok smart ass, if I raped her as you claimed, why wouldn't she report it right away? You have about two days to play this card, then it loses all its power." He sat back and folded his arms, prematurely claiming victory. "You can't blame a woman for being too scared to tell anyone. Especially when you obviously know where we live and since you threatened to come back and kill her if she told anyone." Steve jumped out of his chair. "I never said that!" I sighed. "Unfortunately, the video doesn't have any audio so we couldn't hear what you said on the way out. Erin will say you threatened to kill her. I guess the jury will just have to decide whether to believe my poor innocent victim wife or the rich asshole who couldn't stand being told no." Steve was shaking with pure hatred. "You were willing to let me fuck your wife so you could come up with this piece of blackmail?" "It was a win-win. Everyone got to have some fun, and I got what I need to put a stop to all your bullshit." He dropped his chin to his chest, slumped his shoulders and shook his head. I had beaten him and he knew it. "Get the fuck out of my office Bradley. Right now." I smiled at the top of Steve's head as I stood. "Good talk Steve. I'll see you in the weekly meeting this afternoon." I turned to leave but stopped and turned back. I couldn't resist one final jab. "Oh, you can keep that video. Consider it one final memento. Don't worry, I have plenty of copies."