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The Photos

By: tgirltina



Well it all started one Friday night when my husband came home from work. I was putting his tea on the table as usual when he looked at me and said that he had put some photographs of me on the Internet.

I felt strange: shy, nervous and excited all at the same time. "Are they the nude ones?" I said, knowing the answer before he replied. We had talked about this before but I didn't think he would do it.

"Show Me," I said, curiosity getting the better of me at this time. So we went into the spare bedroom where the computer is being kept, my heart was beating fast as he logged on and got the website up. There I was in all my glory for the entire world to see -- three colour pictures of me completely naked. 

First I was shocked, then angry. I stormed out of the room and didn't speak to Joe all that night. But I couldn't sleep or stop thinking about the photos. How many people were looking at me naked right now? Was I really upset with Joe? After all I did tell him that I thought it was sexy when we talked about it in bed and I got so wet at the idea. We had great sex on those nights.

I had to get up and have another look, so I crept out of bed and along the landing to the spare room and switched on the computer. The anticipation was building up inside me. There I was. I stared at the screen. Seventy people had viewed the images of me naked. However I was not mad anymore in fact I was beginning to like the idea of all those horny men looking at me and even stranger than that I liked the photos, they flattered me.

Then I noticed that I was getting very wet between my legs, so I turned off the computer and went back to bed. Joe turned over and looked at me -- he had been awake all the time and he was excited himself! I told him that I was sorry for being so upset; after all, I liked the idea myself. He took me there and then thrusting his big cock right in me as hard as he could, and gave me a very hard fucking, which I needed badly by then.

The next few days I kept looking at my photos and even became proud of them. I didn't care who saw them by then, it was only Joe's and my business and anyway a lot of fun too. No one said anything to me anyway. 

Then the following Saturday, two of Joe's work friends came round. When I let them in I noticed that they were looking at me oddly, different to how they normally did. I didn't think anything of it at the time. Then later as they were sitting down on the sofa Tom looked right at me and said straight out that he had seen my photos on the Internet and I looked fantastic. But he could hardly believe that they were of me, he said he didn't believe that I would pose for such pictures. 

Well I went all shy and red in the face for a while, not being able to say anything. Then he asked me if it was really me on the web, so I said yes it was, and that I was proud of the photos. He said that I should be, looking as good as that. Then he said something that shocked me even more than knowing that he had seen the photos. He said the only way he would believe that it was me was if I were to take my clothes off and show him. Well, I didn't know what to do. I couldn't undress in front of Tom could I? But I was proud of the photos, and hey then again I wanted to prove that it was me to Tom and Dave who were staring at me waiting to see what I would do. I looked at Joe for help, he to my complete surprise said that I would have to prove it as it was the only way to satisfy Tom. 

"Then," I said, looking hard at him "well ok then if that's the only way to prove it Tom." Tom said it was. So without any more from me, I turned round with my back to Tom and told him to unzip my dress, which he did. I then pulled my arms out of the sleeves and let it drop to the floor. There was complete silence as I stepped out of it and walked across to Joe and handed it to him.

I was now standing in a room full of men in just knickers and a bra.

The next thing I know was Joe was pulling at my bra. He soon had it undone, and he said I could remove it and hand it to him for safekeeping.

There was no point in going back now and I was determined to prove my point, so I did what I was told and took off the bra and gave it to my husband.

Tom then told me to come and stand in front of him so that he could get a proper look at me. So over I went and stood in front of him seated on the sofa. He took one look at Joe and Dave and then reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out an envelope. We all looked at Tom as he opened it and pulled out three photographs. To my horror, they were ones of me that he had copied from the Internet.

He then took what seemed like ages, comparing me to them. "Well?" I asked "convinced that it's me in the photos?"

"Check anything" I said, I just wanted to get it over with and win the argument.

But I was unprepared for what came next. He held out both his hands and took hold of my breasts squeezing them and tugging my nipples. Just as I was about to speak out he said shush and stand still if I want him to believe me. It was then that I realised that for the first time how excited I was. I was soaking and my knickers were wet through. Had he noticed I didn't think so? At least that was my secret.

And then Tom went and said something to ruin my secret. "You know you would look far better without your knickers for me to compare you properly to the photos you must be completely naked, the woman in the photo is. She doesn't mind being undressed, so if you expect me to believe it's you in the pictures, you won't mind me taking your knickers off here and now in front of us all. Will you!" 

Once again, I felt shy and my face went as red as a tomato. I looked at Joe again, but as expected, this time he agreed with Tom and said that I needed to be naked for Tom to get a good likeness to the photo and then he told everyone how I liked to pose naked when he took the photos. I could have killed him but he did have a point I was so wet then and I am now. So after some time, I said to Tom "Ok Whatever you want I will stay still and do as I am told." With that, a big smile spread across his face as he put both his hands on each side of my very wet knickers and with a firm tug he pulled them right down to my knees and then to my feet. But to my surprise he kept hold of them telling me to step out of them, which I did. He then showed everyone letting them all feel them for themselves so they all now knew my secret of how wet I was and excited I felt. Well after that there was no stopping him and I was so excited, I didn't care what he did to me.

He took hold of my tits again and started tugging my rock hard nipples once more while looking at my shaved pussy and saying how lucky Joe was and how he always wanted to have a shaved pussy to play with. I was breathing heavily by now with all this happening. Not daring to say anything, he started to move his hand down over my belly and right down to my wet and soaking pussy. He congratulated me on what a good job I had done shaving it and how smooth it was. I just mumbled "Thanks" as he pushed one finger up my pussy hole. He was still squeezing my left nipple with his left hand but now he was really nipping it hard. This I always loved when Joe did it, but how did he know that? Before I could think about it anymore he pushed another finger in me. I was so wet it was not too difficult to get two fingers up me. 

He was really finger-fucking me now. I couldn't stay silent any longer; I started to say, "fuck me Tom, fuck me please," as loud as I could. I put my hands on his firm shoulders to steady me and completely gave myself to him. Everyone in the room was completely transfixed by what Tom was doing to me and listening to my cries of sheer pleasure as this man sent me to Heaven with his fingers. I made myself a promise there and then in my own living room that if or when Tom wanted my body again for his pleasure and amusement and mind, I would not stop him. In fact I knew I was his plaything from that day on, as I have proved. Still, I will tell you more of what Tom has made me do on many occasions since that day in further stories. That day was the start of my sex life as it was the best sex I ever had. He is the first man who knew how to satisfy me and still does. I later found out that he planned it all even getting Joe to put the photos on the web in the first place.

The Photos and the Pre-Nup



This story was inspired by the Eagles' song, Lyin' Eyes. 

***** 

My lawyer sat back and smiled. "So, Louis, that's where we stand," he said. "Your parents had their finances very well organized. All their accounts were 'transfer on death', so they automatically come to you." Sitting next to me, my wife Stephanie squeezed my hand. "All the account holders have received copies of the death certificates," the lawyer continued, "and now everything is in your name. Those accounts total 14.2 million dollars. The house is on the market for 6.6 million and we've sold the art, the antiques and the cars and jewelry that you didn't want." Stephanie's grip tightened. "When everything settles, we'll be looking at over twenty-six million." 

We? I thought. What do you mean, we? Apparently, he'd cranked out so many billable hours that he considered himself part of the family. Lawyers! 

I signed the final papers, we shook hands and Stephanie and I left. In the car, I called for a lunch reservation at the Black Tulip restaurant in Cocoa Village. Stephanie was trying hard to contain her excitement. She hadn't gotten along very well with my parents, who made no secret of the way they felt about her. They thought she was only after my - and their - money. They hadn't mentioned Stephanie in their wills. Stephanie wasn't going to miss them at all, but the money had her practically bouncing up and down in the passenger seat of my car. 

We were shown to a table right away and ordered our drinks and entrees. Stephanie was already planning our future. 

"You don't need to work anymore, Louis," she said. "Bill's been wanting to buy you out for years. Sell him your shares and we'll be able to retire and have fun." 

That's funny, I thought. You haven't worked since we got married. 

Stephanie was bubbling away. "We were planning on that trip to Scandinavia, anyway. Now we can go first class all the way and not worry about cost." 

As if you ever worry about cost, I thought. 

The waiter brought our drinks and salads. Time to drop the bomb. 

"There are a couple of things we need to consider before we go," I said softly. 

"Oh, we'll need new luggage!" she said brightly. "What else?" 

"Well," I said, pulling an envelope out of my jacket pocket, "there's the pre-nup and these." I put the envelope on the table in front of her. 

Stephanie looked at the envelope and then at me. I wasn't moving and I had my poker face on. "What's this?" she asked. 

"A few photos. Just open it." 

Slowly, she put her salad fork down, opened the envelope and slid the photos out. The first one showed leaning against her car and her kissing her old boyfriend Jay, in a mall parking lot. Jay's pants were unzipped and his cock was out. My loving wife had her hand wrapped around it. The next one was of her and another man on the sofa in our family room. It was the middle of the day and I was at the office. They were both naked and the man was being ridden by my wife. From the look on her face, she was having an orgasm. The next picture was of Stephanie and a different man on the nude beach northeast of Titusville. The guy's erection was in Stephanie's mouth and the look on his face was one of orgasmic joy. 

I ate a tomato wedge. When Stephanie started to speak, I held up my hand. I finished chewing, swallowed and took a sip of wine. 

"You weren't very careful," I said. "All those texts on your phone and the way the house and your clothes smelled was a dead giveaway. I know Jay's a smoker. I knew a smoker had been in the house on some days when you said you hadn't been out and hadn't done anything. It wasn't hard to figure it all out, especially after I read your texts, so I had you followed." I ate some more salad. "Finding the condoms you keep in that makeup case in your purse really pissed me off. You always had to be ready for a good fuck, didn't you?" I was starting to get a little loud. I lowered my voice. "You were prepared to cuckold me day or night. How convenient for you." I refilled my wine glass from the carafe on the table. 

"Now, as far as the pre-nup goes, I'm sure you remember the section on cheating. It says that if you cheat on me, and you have cheated on me, you take out of our marriage what you brought into it. That was damn near nothing." Stephanie was openly crying, now. People at nearby tables were staring. I ignored them and ate another bite of salad. 

"So, here's what's going to happen. You have two choices. Choice one: We get a divorce. I'll give you $50,000, which you don't deserve, and your clothes. The good jewelry is locked in the safe right now, and the combination has been changed. Your credit cards have been cancelled. You no longer have access to any bank accounts, including the ones you thought I didn't know about. Your Lexus is in your name and you can keep it." I drank another swallow of wine. "There's an overnight bag in the car. If you choose not to stay with me and abide by my rules, you can call a cab and go to a hotel. There's a thousand bucks cash in the bag and I'll give you the other forty-nine grand tomorrow. I'll send your clothes to wherever you want." 

Stephanie wiped her eyes and blew her nose in her napkin. The look on her face was pure despair. Our waiter started our way and was stopped by the manager. 

"Choice two: We stay married, with several conditions. First, you send all your lovers one last text, breaking it off, permanently. No other communication, ever. No goodbye fucks. Next, you'll have one credit card with a $5,000 limit. I'll pay off the card once a month." That last one hurt her more that anything. I never had any doubt that Stephanie was a major-league gold-digger. She loved money, loved spending money, loved buying lovely things and showing them off to her friends. A budget of five grand a month would seriously cramp her style. Well, tough. She thought she had it made at last, and now her plans were vanishing, like soap bubbles on a windy day. Stephanie got up and trotted toward the ladies room. I was getting some very dirty looks from the other lunch patrons. I finished my salad and the waiter brought the entrees. 

By the time Stephanie came back, I was halfway through my shrimp piccatta. Her makeup was gone and her eyes were red, her face swollen and blotchy. She sat down and stared at her plate. 

I wasn't about to cut her any slack. "To continue," I said in a neutral voice, "I noticed that you've been doing some things with those men that you haven't been too anxious to do with me lately. That makes me really unhappy. I've given you pretty much everything you wanted, including too much money and too much trust, and you haven't been returning my generosity. Before we were married, you went down on me whenever I asked you to and you always swallowed for me. You know how much I like that and if you stay with me, you're going to do it again, any goddamn time I want you to. There are some other things I want to do too, and you're going to do them, enthusiastically. I'm thoroughly pissed off at you right now, and I frankly don't give a shit whether you want to do the things I'm going to demand from you or not. Any reluctance or hesitation or resentment on your part will detract from my pleasure and I won't put up with it." I put my fork down. "Let's be very clear now. If you elect to stay married to me, I'm going to be in a position to hold this crap over your head. I intend to use the leverage your cheating has given me to get what I want from you, regardless of how you feel about it. I intend to get plenty of payback. I intend to use your body as an outlet for my anger and I'd better not encounter any resistance from you. You will do what I say with a smile, to the best of your ability. You can consider whatever unpleasantness you may experience to be punishment for your betrayal." I took a last bite of my meal. "I know how much you love money. I don't know how much you love me, or if you ever really loved me. I still love you and I'm willing to continue in this marriage. I realize that keeping you around might be a serious mistake. For all I know, you might be perfectly willing to kill me for my money. I've changed my will, though, and if I die, there'll be an in-depth autopsy and investigation. Besides that, you'll only get a very small part of my fortune. How much that will be and where the rest of it goes is none of your damn business. That might change someday. It's up to you." 

I leaned forward. "If I don't like your attitude, if you don't make me happy or if you piss me off and it looks like hanging on to you is going to be more trouble that it's worth, I'll do what seems right to me at the time." 

Stephanie had stopped crying. She hadn't said a word. That was fine with me. 

"I still love you," I said, "but I don't trust you. If you decide to stay with me, I'm going to have you followed and photographed. Your phone calls and texts will be monitored. If you buy a 'burner' phone or try to evade my investigators, I'll take that as evidence that you're fucking around on me again and I'll kick you to the curb with nothing but the clothes on your back." I signaled the waiter for the check. "And I need your answer before you get up from this table." 

Time to wrap this up. 

"If you love Jay of any of the others, you'll take the fifty grand and we'll be through. If you love me or my money, you'll agree to my conditions and do your best to please me and earn my trust again. That's going to be goddamned hard to do. If you'd kept your promises and been faithful to me, you'd have everything you've ever wanted, but you didn't do that. You thought you could cheat on me and I'd be stupid enough not to notice. That's just insulting. One way or another, whether you're in or out, that's going to cost you." 

The waiter brought the check and I paid it in cash with $50 tip for his trouble. 

I folded my napkin and looked at Stephanie. "So; in or out?" 

Chapter 2 

Punishment 

Stephanie sat for a moment before picking up her knife and fork. She cut a piece of salmon and popped it into her mouth. It must have been cold, after all the delay, but she didn't seem to notice. She chewed the salmon and washed it down with a sip of Sauvignon Blanc. I could tell that she was thinking hard, weighing her options. Stef was a smart woman, not given to wishful thinking. She took a deep breath and blew it out, puffing her cheeks. 

"So, I'm well and truly fucked," she said with a weak smile. "The second worse part is, it's totally my own fault. The worst part is, I do love you and I've given you justification for treating me like shit for as long as you feel like it." Stephanie ate a few beans and sipped some more wine. She looked at me and shrugged. 

"I'm in. It might seem stupid, if not suicidal, to put myself in a position where I'll be, to all intents and purposes, your slave, and not just for sex. I couldn't handle being without you, though." Stephanie shook her head. "Yeah, I know; it's hard to tell from the way I've behaved. I'd love to talk to you about why I did what I did, but you probably aren't in the mood to hear what I have to say." She folded her napkin and scooted her chair back. "No point talking any more." 

We made the ride home in silence; as Steph had said, there was no point talking, at least not for a while. 

In the Florida room at home, I dropped my jacket on a chair and unbuckled my belt. "Get your clothes off," I told my wife. "You're going to blow me." I stripped and walked out to the pool. The afternoon sky was overcast, the temperature about 80. I hopped into the water and did a slow breast stroke across and back. Stephanie walked down the steps and joined me. I waded over and stood in front of her in about four feet of water. Stephanie was a beautiful woman with blonde hair that came halfway down her back and a marvelous body. I groped her breasts with both hands. "Play with my cock. Get me hard." 

In two or three minutes, Stephanie had me erect. I boosted myself up on the side of the pool, opened my legs and beckoned to Stephanie. "Come on; get over here and suck my cock." I placed her hands on the sides of my hips. "Just your mouth. I want your lips and tongue. Give me a good, fast blowjob. I'm not in the mood for any long, drawn out shit. You're going to suck me off and when I cum in your mouth, you're going to show it to me. Then you're going to swallow every bit of it. Get started." 

I had never forced a woman to perform a sex act on me and I found it strangely stimulating. I hadn't really expected her to come home with me. Now that she was here, I was in complete control of her. I was going to force my cheating wife to do things I knew she didn't want to do and I was damn well going to enjoy it. Stephanie knew what I liked in the way of oral sex and I had to admit that she did a terrific job. In less than ten minutes, I was ready. Normally, I would give her some warning, but I wasn't feeling particularly polite. I simply sat there as the sensations grew to that wonderful, climactic point and I came, pumping gouts of semen into Stephanie's mouth, not giving a good goddamn what she thought about it. When I was finished, Stephanie started to pull away, but I grabbed her head and held her right there. Stephanie immediately deep-throated me, then swirled her tongue around my cock, producing another burst of pleasure. I let her work my softening cock for a couple of minutes more. 

"All right, that's enough. Let's see the cum." Stephanie opened her mouth and showed me the pool of cum on her tongue, diluted with saliva, but good enough. "Now swallow," I commanded. She gulped it down and opened her mouth again. "Good. Now you can dry us both off and we'll go inside." 

In the Florida room, I slumped in my favorite chair. I pointed to the area rug between my feet. "On your knees, right here," I said. "You're not finished using your mouth today, not by a long shot." Stephanie knelt down and licked me. "Use your hands this time," I told her. "Suck my balls and stroke me and suck my cock." Stephanie lightly gripped my mostly flaccid dick and sucked my left testical. I relaxed, watching her, thinking about all the things I was going to do to her and all the things I was going to make her do to me. My revenge was going to be sweet and extensive and pleasurable. Stephanie held my left ball in her mouth and lapped it with her tongue. 

"While you're doing that, let me describe what I'm going to do to you once you get me good and hard." Stephanie caressed the underside of my dick with the ball of her thumb. "The first thing I'm going to do is bend you over the back of that sofa and fuck you from behind." O'l Stef intensely disliked being fucked that way or in any other rear entry position. She'd never let me fuck her in the "doggie" position and would barely tolerate being spooned. Oops, too bad, so sad. 

"After that little treat, you're going to get on your hands and knees while I fuck you like a dog, or should I say bitch." Stephanie showed no sign of emotion. My cock began to stiffen and Stephanie took me into her mouth, doing very nice things with her tongue. I grabbed a handful of her blond hair and pulled her in tight, feeling my cock slide into her throat. I held her there until she began to struggle for air. I let her get a breath or two and did it again, choking her repeatedly with my erection. Finally, I released her and she resumed her sucking. 

"You always said you hated the idea of anal sex and I pretty much agreed with you. However, I'm rethinking that position. After the way you fucked me over, I imagine ramming my dick up your poop chute might be a fitting form of punishment. I'll do it with a condom, though. I wouldn't want to get your shit all over my nice, clean penis, would I?" Stephanie tried hard not to react to that, but I could see it in her face; having her ass fucked would bother her a lot. She paused in her blowjob efforts just long enough to take a breath and wipe her eyes. "I didn't tell you to stop, did I? I'm almost hard enough to fuck you." Stephanie bobbed her head, sucking me to my full length. I pushed her away. 

"Okay, get over there and bend over." Stephanie didn't hesitate. She bent over the sofa, bracing her hands on the seat, spreading her legs and sticking her ass out. My cock was slick from her saliva and I shoved it roughly into her. Other than a soft "ummm, ugggh" she didn't react. Stephanie wasn't wet at all and I had to fuck her for a few minutes before her body responded with its natural lube. Then I pounded her fast and hard, holding her hips and smacking my crotch into her ass cheeks with every stroke, producing a loud slapping sound. I took the time to kick Stephanie's feet a little further apart and push her shoulders down. I fucked her viscously, showing her no mercy until I started to feel an orgasm approaching. I pulled out. 

"Enough of that," I growled. "We're going back outside. You're a bitch in heat and you need to be fucked like one." I spanked her butt and pushed her through the sliding glass doors. "Grab the cushion off that chaise lounge and toss it on the deck. Get on your hands and knees." Stephanie did as she was told and in seconds I was inside her again. "Face on the mat," I commanded. She went all the way down and I pummeled her savagely. For the first time, I heard a whimper, then a sob. Should I have felt sympathy for her? Maybe so, but my rage blotted out any such emotion. My wife, whom I had loved and trusted, had betrayed me, lied to me, cheated on me, brought men into my home, fucked them, sucked their cocks and swallowed their cum. Maybe I should have signed up for therapy, but I was pretty sure this approach would be much more satisfying. 

Soon, I felt an orgasm building. I let it go until I was almost there. "I'm going to cum real soon. When I pull out of your whoring cunt, I'm going to stand up and you're going to turn around and suck me off. Same drill as last time. Don't fucking disappoint me!" I slammed her a few more times and slid out, jumping to my feet. Stephanie was quick, spinning around and getting her mouth on me in time to catch the first spurt and all the ones that followed. Stephanie stayed on me this time, maximizing my pleasure, milking every drop from me. "Open your damn mouth," I said. When I saw what I wanted, I closed her mouth with my fingers and she swallowed. I pushed her back on the cushion and walked into the house. 

The rest of the afternoon was spent on my computer, mapping out my departure from the company that Bill and I had started right out of college. We had built it into a very successful business, using my technical expertise and Bill's business acumen. I owned 60% of the private stock and it hadn't been necessary to issue any public stock. My skills were no longer needed and I was perfectly willing to retire and let Bill have the whole thing. I typed up my ideas and emailed them to a lawyer/business manager I trusted. With any luck, I'd be free in a month or two. 

I went looking for my wife, sex and punishment on my mind. I found her in our bedroom, wearing a short silk robe and laying on the bed. The TV was off and there were no books or magazines around. She was, it seemed, patiently waiting for me to come find her. 

No point talking, I thought. I took hold of her upper arms and yanked her around so that her head was hanging off the edge of the bed. I was already nude and had the beginnings of an erection. Stephanie opened her mouth and I flopped my scrotum between her lips. She lapped at my balls and stroked my hardening shaft with her fingers. As soon as I was erect, I jammed my rod into her mouth and right into her throat. Stephanie instinctively started to push me away, but immediately got control of herself and tried to relax. It wasn't easy. I fucked her throat steadily, imagining another man right there, in my bedroom, doing the same thing. And she probably loved it!, I thought. She was happy to let him fuck her face and cum down her throat! Fucking, fucking traitorous bitch!! 




The Photos and the Pre-Nup



Stephanie squirmed and fought to hold still. Tears streamed from her eyes and ran into her hair. She gripped the bedspread with both hands and choking sounds came out of her mouth and nose. In spite of myself, I was impressed with her control and courage. It must have felt like she was being waterboarded with a cock. 

I pulled out and rolled her into the middle of the bed, face down. Stephanie knew what was coming. She spread her legs and lay still. I flipped her robe up and jammed my cock into her. She was very dry and getting inside her wasn't easy or comfortable for either of us. As her pussy got wet, I increased the speed and force of my thrusts. "How do you like this, you worthless cunt?" I hissed. "Is this as much fun as fucking one of your goddamn boyfriends right here? In our bed? Where I ate your pussy and made you cum a hundred times? Where I made love to you? Where you told me you loved me?" I slammed into her as hard as I could. "You fucking betrayed me! You lied and cheated and thought you could get away with it because I was too fucking stupid to notice anything was wrong!" I pulled out and turned her over, ripping the robe open. Stephanie opened her legs and I entered her. I pushed all the way in and looked her in the face from an inch away. "Look at me, Goddamnit! How many times did you fuck another man in this bed? How many times, you lying slut?" Stephanie was crying. Imagine my concern. 

"I don't know. I never counted," she sobbed. "Ten times? Fifteen? Mostly we did it downstairs or out by the pool. Sometimes we did it at their place or in a car or in a hotel room or in an office. Shit, usually, I didn't even know their real names! I just wanted to get laid with some guy! I wanted a strange cock inside me! I wanted the thrill of getting fucked and cumming on a new cock!" Stephanie was crying so hard that she had to stop and catch her breath. She didn't know their names? I thought. What the fuck! I knew about Jay and two others! How many men has my loving wife fucked since we got married? How about before we were married? Is she out of her fucking mind? I did my best to hide the shock and surprise I felt. I rolled away from Stephanie and propped myself up on one elbow. 

"I'm going to ask you some questions," I said in a cold voice. "Don't forget; I've had you followed and investigated for months." That was a lie. It had been five weeks and the "investigation" had been by the PI who had taken photos and by me, snooping in her phone while she'd been asleep. "If you lie to me just one time, you're going to be in your car and out in the street two minutes later." I was bluffing, but there was no way for Stephanie to know that. 

"Let's start at the beginning; how many men have you had sex with?" 

"Total? Shit I don't have any idea. Depending on how you define 'having sex', a couple of hundred anyway. I was a waitress right out of high school and I met a lot of men. I fucked a shitload of them, single, married, I didn't ask and I didn't care. I just loved fucking. I jerked them off and blew them, but what I really wanted was a hard cock inside me, making me cum. You know how easily I get off. Well, I cum even faster when it's an anonymous prick doing the fucking." Stephanie covered her eyes and bawled. 

"And since we've been married?" I asked, dreading the answer. 

Stephanie blew her nose in a Kleenex from the nightstand. She shivered, not wanting to respond. 

"I think it's eleven," she whispered. "It might be twelve or thirteen. All but three were one time fucks, just men I ran into and wanted. I'd start a conversation with them and if they turned me on, I'd just come right out and ask them if they wanted to fuck me. Only three or four wouldn't do it. The rest jumped at the chance." Stephanie sniffled and wiped her eyes. "It's so damned exciting, doing that! Telling a strange man I want to fuck him! They always look like they just won the lottery! I love their expressions!" Stephanie's voice reflected her memories of bringing sexual happiness to random men, cheating on me for the fun of it while I went about my business, never suspecting what a slut I'd married. 

"And the three you fucked more than once?" I asked. 

"There's Jay and Eric and Len." Stephanie reached out to touch my face and snatched her hand back when she saw my expression. "I don't love Jay or any of them. They're just fuck-buddies, hard cocks to cum on when I want a quick fuck and you aren't available." Stephanie looked desperately unhappy. "I texted them already. I'll never see them again, I swear!" 

I got to my knees and straddled her waist. I laid my palm against her cheek and waited until I saw a flicker of hope in her eyes. Was I going to relent? Would I forgive her? I drew my hand back and slapped her. When I saw the shock on her face, I slapped her again. 

"Never see them again?" Slap! "You expect me to fucking believe you?" Slap!! "After all your lies and cheating?" Slap!! "You tell me about your goddamn fuck-buddies and that you fuck them just because I'm not there?" Slap!! I was close to losing control and actually injuring her. I hadn't planned on hitting her, but I was angrier than I'd ever been with anyone. I got off her. 

"Go get your purse. Right the fuck now!!" 

Stephanie scrambled off the bed and grabbed her purse off the dresser. 

I sat on the side of the bed and pointed at my crotch. "On your knees! Suck my cock!" I snatched her purse away and dumped the contents on the bed while she began blowing me. I opened the bright red plastic case where she carried the condoms she'd used when she'd fucked all those men. There was a small bottle of lube, too. I swept everything except those two items onto the floor. My anger and Stephanie's mouth had me very hard. I pushed her backwards and she sprawled on the floor. I threw the condom case at her. "Take one out and put it on me!" Stephanie popped the case open with practiced ease, bit the corner of a packet and ripped it open. She moved between my legs and rolled the condom onto my erection. There was no hesitation, no fumbling. How many times had she done this, and with how many men? "Now get on the bed; hands and knees, fucking knees apart!" I got behind her and squirted a dollop of lube into her ass crack. Stephanie was breathing fast and trembling, near panic. I squirted more lube on my dick and brought the tip of my cock up against her asshole. I pushed and Stephanie automatically tensed up, resisting my attempt to violate her ass. I spanked her, hard. "Relax your fucking ass! My cock is going in there and you'd better not fight me!" Stephanie was crying so hard that she was hiccupping. I pushed harder and she relaxed enough that I was able to get the head of my dick inside her. This was my first experience with anal sex and I wasn't sure what to expect. The idea of shoving my cock into an unknown amount of shit wasn't appealing at all, but the knowledge that Stephanie would hate it so much overcame my distaste. I squirted more lube onto the entrance to her bowels and pushed another couple of inches into her. Stephanie groaned and sobbed, shaking her head. I pulled most of the way out and grabbed her hips. I slammed in with all my force, sheathing myself completely inside her ass. Stephanie screamed. Her ass was very tight and the feeling was much better than I'd expected. I fucked her fast and hard. The tightness of her ass and her cries and moans really got me going. My orgasm built rapidly and in only a few minutes I came. The satisfaction I normally felt was absent. My pleasure came from the depths of my anger and the gratification I got from Stephanie's pain and humiliation. Afterwards, I punished Stephanie's ass as long as I could, until I was too soft and my cock slipped out of her. I walked to the master bathroom and peeled the condom off, flushing it down the toilet. I pissed and took a quick shower, making sure all my wife's shit was cleaned off me. 

There was no sign of Stephanie in the bedroom. From the guest bathroom down the hall I heard a toilet flush and the sound of running water. I lay on the bed and waited. 

A quarter hour later, Stephanie walked slowly into the bedroom and stood head down, at the foot of the bed. She looked like shit, totally defeated and beaten. Her face was red from the slaps I'd given her. Would she have bruises? If so, too damn bad. She could stay in the house until she healed. 

"So," I said, "what did you think about having your ass fucked?" 

Stephanie kept her had down, but her outrage peeked through. "I hated it! It was horrible!!" She shifted her gaze to my face. "Did you like it? Did it make you happy? 

"It wasn't great; not something I'd want to do on a regular basis." I waved her toward a chair next to the dresser. "Sit there and listen for a minute." As Stephanie sat, I noticed a wad of tissue crammed into her ass. No doubt she was leaking. 

"I fucked you in the ass because I wanted you to feel some of what I felt when I found out what you were doing. Did you think I'd ever do something like that to you? Did you think I'd ever force you to experience that kind of humiliation or hurt you that much? Did you expect me to ambush you and show you a side of me that you never thought existed?" Stephanie shook her head, staring at the floor. "Well, guess what; I didn't think you'd fuck a dozen men, some of them god knows how many times, during our first three years of marriage, either. I didn't think you'd behave like a total slut and betray your vows." I smacked my open hand on the mattress. "You could have given me the respect and courtesy of talking to me about how you felt!" I shouted. "Did it ever fucking occur to you that I might want to get some strange pussy every now and then? I fucked at least twenty women before I met you! I've been faithful since our engagement, but that doesn't mean I haven't wanted to fuck other women. Goddamnit! I kept my word to you and controlled myself!" I whacked the mattress again. "If you'd talked to me, we might have worked something out!" I was shaking with rage. "Why the fuck didn't you say something? Don't you know me at all?" 

Stephanie looked up in amazement. "You mean you'd have let me fuck other men? You wanted other women? What the fuck! How the hell would I know that? You never said anything to me!" 

"Why the fuck should I? I didn't have any indication that you wanted sex outside our marriage." I stopped talking, trying to process this information. "Shit, neither of us said a damn thing. We could have worked this out if one of us had the goddamn sense to speak up." I rubbed my face with both hands. "Still, you're the one who decided to fuck around and you're the one who's going to pay." I checked the clock and saw that it was a quarter after six. "I'm going to eat dinner. You do what you want, except for one thing." I jabbed a finger at her. "You stay naked. No clothes until I say otherwise." 

I had half of a leftover calzone and a glass of red wine. There wasn't anything interesting on TV, so I watched a rerun of British Top Gear. Stephanie took a shower and ate a tuna sandwich. She kept some tissues in her ass the whole time. 

When the show was over, I went to my laptop and Googled, "swing clubs" and my zip code. Almost all of them looked seedy and low-rent, at best. One looked pretty good. I punched the address into Google Maps and found a large house in an upscale neighborhood. The "events" schedule listed a get-together (which I assumed meant "orgy") on the 22nd of the month. Today was the 18th. I signed up, paying the $100 per couple charge by credit card, not knowing if this would work or if I was just kidding myself. 

Night fell and I went for a swim. Stephanie sat on the side of the pool, watching me. She no longer had a pad in her ass, but she sat down carefully. I climbed out and sat in a chair, facing the house. I crooked my finger at my wife and pointed at the deck in front of me. Stephanie got up without a word and dropped a folded towel between my feet. She knelt down and began the process of producing an erection. Soon, I was stiff and she started the blowjob. My cheating wife had a talented mouth, but my dick had had a busy day and it was almost a half hour later when I was ready to cum. "I want to cum in your throat," I said softly. "I'll tell you when. Keep doing that." Stephanie intensified her efforts. "Okay, now!" Stephanie calmly deep-throated me and waggled her tongue back and forth rapidly as I deposited my sperm into her belly. Since the scene in the restaurant, my sexual satisfaction had been muted by my anger, but this orgasm was excellent. Stephanie sucked me gently, affectionately. She wasn't returning my fury in any way and I couldn't understand it. In her place, I'd have rationalized my actions and refused to accept the degree of punishment I was inflicting on her. Her attitude meant that, either she acknowledged her guilt and felt my actions were justified, or she was a psychopath, capable of dealing with virtually any social situation and faking the normal response. I sincerely hoped it was the former. 

I lifted Stephanie's head away from my crotch and bent to kiss her. Why the hell did I do that? I slid past her and hopped into the pool. 

I awoke from a dream at 4AM, my mind racing. In my dream, Stephanie was nude and hanging by her ankles in a place I didn't recognize. She was bleeding from multiple whip marks. Was I doing the whipping? The details of the dream faded, as they usually do, leaving me confused and shaken. Stephanie was sleeping, curled up on her side. I got up and went into the bathroom to piss. When I came back, Stephanie had thrown off the sheet and was laying face up with her legs apart. What the fuck? 

"What are you doing?" I asked. 

"I thought you might want to fuck me," she said matter-of-factly. There was no anger in her voice and no hint of sarcasm. "Would you rather fuck me from behind? Should I blow you?" She took a quick, deep breath and blew it out. "Do you want to fuck my ass?" 

"Stephanie ..." I began. 

Stephanie interrupted me. "I belong to you, you know. You can have me any way you want me, whenever you want me. I'm not implying that I'm giving you permission, I'm stating a fact. I can't make up for what I did to you, but I can serve you. I can try to make you happy. You deserve to own me and I deserve to be owned." Her voice was low and calm, as if she were talking about the weather. "It's my only hope of keeping you," she whispered. "I love you, but I don't deserve your love. I've been a fool. I couldn't resist my compulsion for other men's cocks, but I'll have to learn to control myself." Stephanie tilted her hips up invitingly. "Fuck me. Use my body. Use my mouth and my ass, if you want. I belong to you. I'm your property. I'll do anything to stay with you." 

I lay down beside her and covered her pussy with my hand. I sucked a nipple and fingered her. Stephanie caressed my cock, which responded, swelling to its full length. As Stephanie's pussy let down its slickness, I gave her a nudge. She rolled over and got her knees under her, assuming the "doggie" position with her arms almost straight. Getting behind her, I slid my cock into her. I put my anger aside and fucked her at a normal pace. Stephanie rocked back and forth, meeting each of my thrusts with her own. I badly wanted to make love to her face to face in our usual way, taking pleasure in her expressions and the sounds she made as she came, but I wasn't ready for that kind of intimacy. Love would come later, if it came at all. For now, I needed some emotional distance and I couldn't have that if I had to look into her eyes. An impersonal doggie fuck was the best I could do. I simply held my wife's hips and fucked her, savoring the feel of a tight, slippery pussy sliding on my cock, changing my pace and intensity as I pleased. I brought myself to the edge repeatedly until I came. Stephanie showed no signs of enjoying any of it but, when she felt that I was getting close, she reached between her legs and stroked my sac, pushing me over the edge. Afterward, I relaxed as Stephanie softly cleaned me with her mouth. I drifted off into a dreamless sleep. 

Breakfast the next morning was my usual chocolate Slim-Fast and vitamins. Stephanie slept late, which was unusual for her, but understandable, considering the events of the last twenty hours. I called the office and told my secretary that I wouldn't be in. Virtually all my work was delegated to members of our talented engineering staff, so my absence would make no difference. As I hung up, I heard the sound of the shower running upstairs. Stephanie was awake. 

With time to think, I considered what I'd learned so far. First, Stephanie seemed to have some sort of compulsion when it came to strange cocks. My younger sister was very obsessive-compulsive about cleaning the house. Her husband often complained that he couldn't get her attention, and not just for sex, because she always thought something in the house was dirty. I'd researched OCD and understood quite a bit about it. Was that Stephanie's problem? If it was, she probably wouldn't be able to control her actions. If she yielded to her compulsion and continued to get laid behind my back, I was going to have to cut her loose. But what if it wasn't behind my back? What if we tried swinging? Was deception part of the compulsion? Could she be satisfied fucking other men if I was there? Well, we had a date at the swing club in three days. Second, I had to get a handle on my anger. I'd been suspicious of Stephanie for a couple of months and sure of her cheating for over a month. My outrage had festered and grown into fury. When that fury turned violent, I was surprised. Hitting Stephanie or any other woman was something I didn't think I was capable of and it scared me. Was I past that? I was going to have to get past that. No more goddamn hitting! 

Stephanie walked down the stairs, looking as gorgeous as ever. Her hair was damp and she had on just a hint of makeup. Stephanie was beautiful and sexy and I couldn't help picturing her flaunting her body in some hotel room, for some man she'd just met and was about to fuck, just for kicks. I pointed to a chair across from me. "Sit your ass right there and play with yourself. Make yourself cum." Stephanie slumped in the chair and raised her legs in a wide V. She used one hand on her pussy and the other on her tits. I watched as she got wet and brought herself closer and closer to orgasm. I kicked off my shorts and masturbated, getting nice and hard. When Stephanie seemed to be on the brink of cumming, I stopped her. "Enough of that shit. Come here and fuck me." I turned her so that she was standing between my feet, facing away from me. I brought her down, impaling her on my cock. "Now fuck me!" 

As Stephanie fucked me, images of her on her back with another man's cock inside her, making her cum, danced in my brain. She'd told me that she'd sucked them off, too. How many loads of cum had my unfaithful wife swallowed for men she'd just met? Shit, Stephanie had blown me on our first date! I fucked her on our second date! Admittedly, that wasn't unusual behavior for the women I normally dated. Sex was part of dating. After all, I ate Stephanie's pussy and she sucked my cock as part of foreplay before we fucked that first time. It wasn't that big a deal. Knowing Stephanie was sexually experienced and had sucked and fucked with lots of men wasn't a problem for me. Even if I'd known that she'd had sex with ten times as many people as I had, I wouldn't have cared. Would I have been concerned enough about it to stop me from marrying her? Maybe so. A pattern of behavior like that would have been a warning sign, but I never asked. But, and this was a big goddamn but, she stood there at our wedding, looked me lovingly in the eyes and promised to fuck only me. No one else. She not only broke that promise, she did it multiple times with a dozen men, behind my back and she got off on the knowledge that I was clueless! I looked at her smooth back and her perfect ass, gliding up and down on me and I wanted to punch her. I shoved her onto her feet. "Legs straight, hands on the floor. Let's see that 'downward facing dog' shit you do in your yoga classes." Stephanie assumed the position and I rammed my dick into her. "Just fucking hold still," I told her. "You want to know why I've got you like this?" I asked. "While you were fucking me a minute ago, I was visualizing you fucking all those men. I was imagining how much you loved fucking them and knowing I was oblivious." I slammed into her, knocking her off balance. "Hold still, goddamn you! Hold still and fucking take it!!" My anger had returned in full. "You can take this or I can fuck your ass again." I pummeled her, venting my fury, hardly aware of the sexual aspect. I was intent on punishment. I wanted to put her through enough pain, mental and physical, that she'd get a rough idea of the pain she'd caused me. But it wasn't going to work though, was it? I stopped with my erection fully inside her. This wasn't the way. Stephanie was prepared to accept sexual abuse and that's all I had to punish her with, other than kicking her out and leaving her broke and on her own. I pulled out of my wife and walked outside. The temperature was edging toward 90 and I dove into the pool and started doing laps. What a fucking mess! 




The Photos and the Pre-Nup



When I climbed out, Stephanie was standing in the sun with her arms at her sides. She was crying quietly. I dried off with a towel from the poolside cabinet and led her inside. I pushed her into a chair and sat down opposite her. "All this fucking and sucking isn't helping," I said. "You might hate it, but you're willing to let me do it to you. The only effective punishment would be taking away the one thing you aren't willing to lose. That's me. At least, that's what you say." Stephanie covered her face with her hands and sobbed. She looked totally despondent, totally broken. Was she that good an actress? I sat still, watching the woman I loved and hated cry as hard as anyone has ever cried. 

Divorce is one solution, I thought. Is there another? 

Chapter 2 

Solution? 

There was a box of Kleenex on the end table next to my chair. I tossed it at Stephanie's feet. "Blow your nose," I said. "We need to talk." Stephanie got herself cleaned up and sat looking at me. It was pretty obvious that she expected to be gone before lunch. 

"I need to know," I started in a cold voice, "whether the fact that you were fucking around behind my back was a significant part of the satisfaction you got from fucking those men." 

Stephanie looked surprised. "No," she said. "That wasn't it at all. I felt so bad about that, but I couldn't stop myself from doing it anyway." She sniffed and wiped her face. "I wanted some strange cock. I love strange cocks. I can't help it!" She fought back the tears. "I don't know why, but I need it; I need different cocks fucking me and making me cum!" She cried again and I waited until she regained partial control. "You know I'll do it again! I know I'll do it again, even if it means the end of us! I won't be able to help myself!" Stephanie curled into a ball in her chair and cried uncontrollably. As pissed as I was at Stephanie, she was still my wife, whom I loved. I covered my mouth and blinked away tears. This wasn't what I'd expected. The bulk of my anger came from images of my wife taking joy in the knowledge that I was ignorant of her cheating. If that wasn't the case, maybe there was a way out. 

"Sit up, Stephanie. I have a proposal for you." I had to repeat that twice before I got through to her. She slowly straightened up and looked at me through bloodshot eyes. 

"I did some checking online. There's a swing club a few miles from here. They're having a meeting this Friday. I'm willing to try it if you think it'll help. You can fuck several men and I'll get a little new pussy myself. If you think swinging would help you control your obsession, we'll give it a shot. According to the website, there will be five or six other couples there. The men and women aren't likely to be all that great looking, but the men will fuck you, you can count on that! I'm sure you'll have all of them lined up with their cocks in their hands. You'll be the hottest piece of ass they've ever seen outside a porn video. If a scene like that will satisfy your obsession, we'll go." 

Stephanie blinked rapidly. I'd never seen such a shocked expression on anyone. "Really Louis? You'd do that for me?" She shook her head. "Why would you do that? After all I've done to you, you're okay with me fucking a bunch of men with you there in the room? You wouldn't be jealous?" 

"Look, Stephanie, the big problem isn't you fucking other men, it's you lying to me, sneaking around, playing me for a fool. Are you playing me again with your claims that you have an uncontrollable obsession? If you're telling the truth, I can handle you having other men. But I have to be there. I won't put up with you going off on your own. We can try swinging; I kind of like the idea. I did several threesomes and swaps with other couples before I met you and they were fun and exciting. None of the girls was particularly hot, but going from one pussy to another was super sexy. I'm not expecting any porn star types at this thing, but that's fine. It'll be a fun time and we can get off with some new people." 

Stephanie jumped up and started toward me, then stopped abruptly. She wanted to hop into my lap and hug me, that was obvious, but she didn't dare. I stood up and took the three steps needed to reach her. "It's alright, Stef. Punishment is over. It wasn't working anyway. I'm not ready to forgive you and go back to the way we were, but we can be civil." I stroked her cheek where the bruises showed through her makeup. "I'm not going to force you to do anything and I'm certainly not going to hit you again." 

Stephanie tentatively laid her hand over mine. "I don't know what to say. I can't believe you'd do this for me after what I've done to you. I don't deserve it." 

"That's true; you don't deserve it, but I want to save our marriage and I don't see another way." I smiled. "And I would like to fuck other women, you know. I'd like to watch them sucking my cock and feel myself cumming inside their mouths and their pussies. Maybe neither one of us is the type to be monogamous." I patted Stephanie's cheek and turned away. "I'll be on the computer." 

I watched "swinger" videos for an hour. As I suspected, the people looked like those you'd run into at the mall. They were average people with average bodies. Most of them could stand to lose a few pounds, sometimes much more than a few. The sex was often very casual, with joking and conversation. The participants switched partners frequently. Sometimes the men wore condoms, but not always. The website for the club we were going to specified that condoms must be worn for all vaginal and anal sex. They also required that all members had to have recent lab test results in order to be admitted. I'd have to make a trip to the drugstore for condoms. Or maybe not. Where did Stephanie keep her stash? Might as well get the lab tests done right away. 

"Stephanie, get dressed," I shouted. "We need to run some errands!" 

I spent most of Wednesday and Thursday at the office. Meetings with Bill and the VPs, especially the VP of HR, were fantastically tedious, filled with legal details I didn't understand and didn't want to deal with. It had to be done, though, and I got through it. We held a general meeting with the employees, explaining my departure and my reasons for leaving. I was amazed at the reaction; so many people came up to me and told me how much they'd enjoyed working for me! Some of the long-term employees whom I'd personally hired tearfully thanked me to bringing them on board. It's nice to be appreciated. 

Nights with Stephanie were a bit strained. Small talk seemed out of place and I made it clear that sex was out until we saw how the swinging went. We slept together, but without touching. That was hard to do. Stephanie liked to snuggle up at night. As I suspected, Stephanie had a condom stash. I selected a twelve-pack of nearly clear condoms in my size. 

We arrived at the party, lab results in hand, at 8:15. Stephanie had, predictably, spent hours selecting what to wear. I kept it simple, with slacks, boxers, sandals and a sports shirt. We left our valuables in the car. The hostess, Colleen, answered the door. She was a medium-height redhead, wearing a teddy that matched her hair. The teddy was damn short and damn transparent and about two sizes too small for her. She checked our paperwork against our photo IDs and let us in. Her husband, Lamar, joined us. Lamar was a good match for Colleen. He was about 5'8" tall and was packing a sizeable gut. If I had to guess, I'd put them both at about 60 years old. 

"Glad to meet'cha," he said. "This your first time swinging?" 

"I did a little in college," I said. "This is a first for Stephanie." 

"Well, come on in. We have two more couples coming, but I'll introduce to the folks who beat you here." At age 31 for me and 28 for Stephanie, we were the youngest people in the place. Brian and Laura were in their early 50s and Aaron and Sandy were mid 40s. Aaron and Sandy had taken care of themselves and looked good. They were black, which didn't surprise me at all. Interracial sex seemed common in the videos I'd watched. I knew that wouldn't be a problem for Stephanie and me. Brian and Laura hadn't bothered staying in shape. They weren't fat, but they were pretty flabby. Brian was running the bar. I'd brought a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc for Stephanie and a quarter bottle of good scotch for me. Brian poured the drinks and Stephanie and I mingled. Other than Colleen's teddy, there was no hint that this was anything other than a regular cocktail party other than the microfiber blankets covering the wide sofas and chairs. 

Sandy made a beeline for us, pulling her husband by the hand. "Hey," she said, "I hear you're here to try swinging for the first time!" 

"It's Stephanie's first time and my first time with total strangers." 

"Oh, you'll have fun," she gushed. "If you like oral, this is the place for you. Lots of licking and sucking with this crowd!" 

Stephanie jumped right in. "Tell me how this works. Do we just circulate for a while and ease into it or does everyone throw off their clothes and fuck in a pile or what?" 

Aaron laughed. "It's whatever you want, as long as all the people involved want the same thing. No means no and hell no means somebody's completely out of line and is about to get booted out. That doesn't happen here." 

Stephanie smiled at Aaron. "So," she said, "if I wanted to suck your cock, how would I go about it?" 

Now it was Sandy's turn to laugh. "That's easy." She took Stephanie's wrist and pulled her hand to Aaron's crotch. "Just give this a little rub and say, 'I want to suck your cock'. Let me show you." She rubbed her hand enticingly on my dick and smiled. "I wanna suck your cock," she said. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "Now, the man says, 'please do'". 

"Please do," I said politely. Sandy unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and slid them down. My boxers followed. Sandy dropped to her knees and began fellating me. Three feet away, Stephanie was holding Aaron's semi hard dick and licking his scrotum. Just then, the doorbell rang and I turned my head to see the last two couples arrive. One couple consisted of a man in his mid 60s and a plain but well-built woman (trophy wife?) in her 30s. The other man and woman were both old. I know "60 is the new 40', but if that's true, these two were into their 70s/50s. Well, neither of them was using a walker, so what the hell. 

Colleen brought them over and made the introductions. The first two were Kevin and Sally and the old folks were Mac and Elena. I shook hands and Stephanie just waved. Her hands were busy on Aaron. 

Elena cupped my balls. "Age before beauty," she stage-whispered to Sandy. "I get the first fuck from the new guy!" 

Sandy pulled off of me with a pop. "Yeah, you always say that. You'd better get naked and get your lube out quick, though. I'm not going to wait around." Elena shed her blouse and skirt. She wasn't wearing anything else. She dug a bottle of lube out of her purse and flopped on the sofa. I have to admit, I was a bit taken aback by this, but I was prepared to have sex with people I ordinarily wouldn't consider. Elena squirted a blob of lube on her fingers and applied it to her pussy. For an old broad, Elena had a very nice looking twat. Her breasts were like two deflated party balloons and the wrinkles on her belly looked like the Sahara desert as seen from 20,000 feet. Sandy handed me a condom and I rolled it on. I climbed between Elena's thighs and she stroked me, getting plenty of lube on my Latex covered erection. She raised her legs and I worked my cock into her. 

"I know you're wondering, so I'll just tell you," Elena said. "I'm 71 years old." She hooked her ankles behind my butt and pulled me all the way into her. "Not dead yet, though. Fuck me!" 

As I pumped Elena's ancient pussy, I looked to my left and saw that Aaron was stuffing his cock into Stephanie, spread-eagled on her back. Nearby, Mac was stroking his dick. For and old guy, Mac had gotten an erection very quickly and it was a damned impressive one at that. Stephanie reached out and wrapped her hand around him. She made kissing sounds at Mac. "Hang on," she said. "Your turn's coming!" Sandy crouched on one of the sofas and wiggled her butt at him. She had two fingers in her pussy. "Over here, old timer", she called. Mac heeded her call and in a moment he was inside her. 

Elena was entertaining, but not very sexy. Still, fucking her felt good as long as I didn't concentrate on the wrinkles and saggy parts. I had no trouble staying hard and she came several times before her energy ran low. She kissed me. "That's enough for now, stud. Later, I'll suck you and we can fuck again." 

Lamar was sitting in a nearby chair with Laura on her knees, blowing him. She had one hand between her thighs, finger-fucking herself. Laura was a plump, busty blonde who apparently believed in the natural look when it came to pubic hair. Her bush was obvious even from my profile viewpoint. She gave Lamar a final lick and climbed onto his lap, impaling herself on his substantial erection. 

Stephanie had finished with Aaron and Mac saw his chance, but it would have been rude to dump Sandy, especially since she was on the verge or cumming. Mac tickled Sandy's clit and was rewarded with a nice orgasm by his fuck-mate. Brian abandoned the bar and practically leapt across the room, rolling a condom on faster than I'd have believed possible and plunging his short, fat cock into my wife. Stephanie welcomed him in and they were humping away in no time. 

Sally dropped onto the sofa next to me. She indicated Elena, sitting at the bar sipping from a glass of white wine. "Is Elena the oldest woman you've fucked?" she asked. 

I smiled. "Yeah. I expected some older people here tonight, but maybe not that old!" 

"Well," she said, fondling my dick, "I'm only 34, if you want a change of pace." She bent to lick me. "While I suck your cock, you can tell me exactly how you want to fuck me." She slid her lips down against my belly, taking over half my cock into her throat. This woman had some serious skills! 

"Let's start with missionary and then cowgirl." I looked around, trying to spot Stephanie. "I'd love to fuck your tits, too." Stephanie had finished with Aaron and was slumped in a chair with Kevin eating her. Stephanie's legs were spread high and wide and Kevin had a couple of fingers in her. He sucked her clit and Stephanie came for him. Oddly, the sight of my wife with another man's fingers in her vagina and his mouth on her clit didn't bother me at all. Why? Well, for one thing, I'd set this up. For another, my erection was in the mouth of a woman I'd met less than a half hour earlier. Fair's fair, after all. 

Once Sally had me nice and stiff, I titty-fucked her and then we fucked, missionary and cowgirl, long enough for her to have four or five orgasms. At last, I was ready to cum. "Alright if I cum in your mouth?" I asked. 

"Sure!" she said. "Stand up. I'll blow you and you can fuck my skull!" She peeled off the condom and I slid between her warm lips. Across the room, Kevin had his dick in Stephanie and was jack hammering her for all he was worth. What happened to Brian? Did he cum that quickly? 

Sally's cocksucking talent was impressive and soon I was close. "Get ready," I hissed. Sally's tongue action sped up and she sucked madly. "Fuck, that feels good! Here we go!" I came in another woman's mouth for the first time in years. It was excellent and totally guilt-free. 

Five minutes later, I was sipping my scotch at the bar and talking with Brian and Aaron. Brian clapped me on the back. "Jesus, that wife of yours is a real firecracker! She's the best looking woman who's ever been here!" He grinned and shook his head. "Shit, she's so hot that I came in about three minutes!" He laughed. "I can't wait to fuck her again, but I can tell; her dance card, or should I say fuck card, is gonna be full tonight!" 

Brian pointed. "Check that out; Kevin's about to shoot his load and Lamar is using Laura's mouth to keep him hard, so he can get right in there. Watch this!" Kevin and Stephanie came together and Kevin kissed my sluttish wife passionately before withdrawing. 

Lamar stepped up to the plate (pussy!) and smiled at Stephanie. "Need a rest?" he asked? 

"Shit no! Get in here!" 

"Fucking amazing!" said Aaron, watching Lamar slide his cock home. "You guys have been here for less than an hour and your wife's been fucking pretty much non-stop! Five guys have fucked her and we're all hoping for seconds!" 

By 11:00, Stephanie had fucked all five men at least twice. Mac had somehow gotten inside Stephanie three times, although I think he came just once. Stephanie blew Mac and Aaron and Brian to completion between fucks, and she sucked Lamar and Kevin too, before they fucked her for the second time. 

Driving home, Stephanie reclined her seat and sighed. "That was fantastic," she whispered. 

"Funny thing," I said. "If I counted correctly, you got fucked eleven times tonight. Coincidentally, that's the same number of men you said you've fucked since we got married." Stephanie stiffened. "Or was it twelve? Or thirteen?" 

"Louis," she breathed. "Ummm..." 

"Sorry," I said. "That was insensitive of me. I don't suppose I should have brought that up." 

Stephanie brought her seat back to a more upright position. She didn't say anything. 

I put my hand on Stephanie's thigh. "Seriously, I was out of line with that comment. It's going to take some time for me to get over my anger, assuming that I ever do." I patted her thigh. "We'll have to take it slow." I squeezed her thigh a bit harder than necessary. "And you're going to take it carefully!" 

Stephanie and I showered separately and, although we slept in the same bed, there was no touching. 

I packed up a load of guns and ammo Saturday morning and drove to the range. I had a custom .280 Remington with a new scope that I wanted to sight in. The rifle shot extremely well, as it should have, considering the amount of money I had tied up in it. I hauled out a suppressed AR15 chambered in .300 Blackout with a fancy red dot sight and ran some action-shooting drills with it. Then it was off to the pistol range, where I played on the falling-plate range for an hour. 

Stephanie was gone when I got home. I'd installed a tracking program on her phone and found that she was at a girlfriend's apartment. The PI following her reported that she and her friend were on the balcony. Stephanie was alternately talking and crying. I considered than an indication that I wasn't married to a psychopath. Good news! 

I had lunch and surfed swinger sites for a while, amazed at the number of otherwise ordinary people who enjoyed engaging in group sex, taping it and posting it online. I had an erection during most of the videos. I liked the low intensity, the casual talk, the laughter and the way the men and women swapped partners. No one seemed terribly concerned about cumming; they were fucking and sucking for the satisfaction of giving pleasure to their friends. It wasn't what I would call making love, but there was often a lot of genuine affection there. 

Stephanie got home about 4:00. I had switched from swinger to glory hole videos. Stephanie stood next to me and we watched a young redhead blow and swallow the loads of half a dozen faceless men. 

"Have you tried that?" asked Stephanie. 

"No. I'm pretty sure these videos are all set up. What woman would agree to do that for unknown strangers? She'd certainly get STDs of some kind sooner or later. Probably sooner. The men aren't all porno actors, though. Most of them have normal size dicks." 

"The women don't look like they're acting," said Stephanie. "They seem to really like doing it." She pointed to the monitor, where the redhead was gulping down a mouthful of semen with obvious relish. "I wonder if it's an obsession with them. I could understand that." 




The Photos and the Pre-Nup



I turned in my seat to look at Stephanie. Her eyes were red and she looked emotionally wrung-out. "Last night, those men fucked you, one after the other," I said. "It was like a gangbang. You loved it. In the car, you said it was fantastic. I don't have a problem with any of that." My erection was sticking out of the right leg of my shorts. I guided Stephanie's hand to it. "It didn't bother me, seeing you there, on your back, being fucked by one man after another." Stephanie lightly stroked me, using just her fingertips. "The big question is, will what we did last night be enough for you?" 

"Yeah," she said. "I'm sure it will. I'm sure we both would prefer younger people, but it's having those different cocks inside me that gets me off. I like blowing them, too, but it's the fucking that's important." I turned my chair so that Stephanie could bend down and get my cock into her mouth. 

"Lamar gave me the email addresses of two couples who also run higher-class swing clubs," I told her. "He said he'd tell them to expect me to contact them." Stephanie sucked me noisily. "I'll check with them tomorrow." I raised Stephanie's face and kissed her. "Take off your clothes." Stephanie stripped quickly and I pushed her down on her knees. "I'll tell you the truth," I said. "I got horny watching those videos and I want a blowjob. Ordinarily, I'd want to make love. I love you, but it'll be a while before I feel like doing that." I held Stephanie's head and guided her mouth on my cock with long, smooth strokes. "You see, for me, a big part of making love is giving my lover orgasms and watching her cum. That's not my goal right now. I'm horny, you're here and you have a warm mouth. Just suck my cock and swallow my cum. Don't talk." 

It only took about five minutes before I was ready. I didn't show Stephanie the courtesy of warning her but, I'm sure she knew me well enough to know that I was about to cum. I treated myself to an intense orgasm and when I was spent, I tucked my dick back into my shorts and headed for the shower. While I cleaned up, I considered our situation. 

The problem was simple, but the solution would be complicated. What I had learned led me to the conclusion that Stephanie was compulsive when it came to fucking a variety of men. That being the case, unless she got some sort of therapy that made a great big difference, she wasn't going to change. In short, she was neurotic or OCD or something I didn't understand. It was some form of mental illness, "illness" being the important term. I thought about our wedding vows. "In sickness and in health." My wife was sick. Was that sickness manageable? Could I, in good conscience, abandon her because of her affliction? Short answer: No! Long answer: No, but I had to find a solution that would keep us both happy and keep me from hating her. 

From the phone in my den, I called a woman I knew whose husband was a gambling addict and got the name of his therapist. Then I sent emails to the folks running the other swing clubs. Then I put my hands over my face, trying not to cry. I don't cry often, but this was really getting to me. 

Stephanie laid her hand on my shoulder. I hadn't heard her come into the room. "Louis," she whispered, "are you okay?" 

I sniffed, trying to control my emotions. "I don't know, Stef. This is harder than I thought it would be. I was sure you wouldn't agree to stay with me and I was prepared to divorce you. I had fantasies about punishing you, but when it came down to it, I did it all wrong. I didn't know how to handle my anger and I still don't." I led her to the loveseat across from my desk. "I was sure that you were fucking around for the fun of it and laughing at me for not knowing what you were doing." Stephanie started to speak and I shut her off. "Let me talk. Now, it looks like you were driven to do what you did by some obsession. I'm not convinced of that just yet, but it's my working hypothesis right now." Stephanie stifled a laugh. "What's funny?" 

"Working hypothesis," she said. "Always the engineer!" Before I could react, Stephanie grabbed me in a bear hug. She held me tight. "Does that mean you don't hate me?" she choked out. "Please don't hate me!!" 

"Give me time," I whispered. "It's going to take time." I unwound her arms and gently pushed her away. "I'm sorry I made you blow me a while ago. I said I wouldn't do that again and I did it anyway. There's still a lot of anger inside me and I have to learn to deal with it." 

"Don't apologize, Louis. You're giving me a second chance that I don't deserve. I hope you don't slap me again or fuck me in the ass, but anything else you want, I'll do willingly. I owe you." 

"We'll see," I said. "I'm not ready to make love to you, but I may want to have sex with you." Strangely enough, the conversation had given me an erection, which was obvious through my shorts. 

Stephanie reached in and gripped my dick. "Any time. I'm here for you any time." She began jerking me. 

"Not now, Stef. That feels good, but not now." Stephanie withdrew her hand. I took a couple of deep breaths. Stephanie's hand really had felt good. My urge to fuck her was strong. Shit! Why did this cluster-fuck get me so excited? "I've contacted the presidents of two swing clubs that Lamar recommended. He said they cater to a younger crowd. I thought we could try them out and maybe do two parties a month." 

"Really, Louis? That would be wonderful! I know I couldn't possibly need more than that! Actually, one fucking like last night would probably do it." 

"Maybe so, maybe not. Anyway, I got the name of a therapist from a friend of mine. I want you to make an appointment with her and start regular sessions." I put my hand on her arm. "Even if you get control of your obsessions, that doesn't mean we'd have to stop swinging. I liked it. A lot. I'd like it more with people our own age." 

Stephanie's smile was joyful. "This is so good! How did I find you? How can I thank you?" 

"You can thank me by working hard with the shrink and not having sex with anyone unless I'm there." I stroked her arm. "I like watching you with another man's cock in your mouth or pussy. It doesn't make me jealous at all, as long as I know it's just sex." 

"It's always been just sex, Louis. I didn't love any of those guys. I only wanted their cocks. I need cocks, but I only love you!" Stephanie brought my hand from her arm to her breast. "I need to know you don't hate me, Louis. I can't ask you to make love to me, but could you fuck me? Face to face? I don't mind if it's impersonal, as long as it's not hateful. Please?" 

Well, crap! I was horny as shit and this beautiful woman was literally begging me to fuck her. Was it a bad idea? Would I be sending the wrong message? How did my other hand get to her tits and when did both her hands get inside my shorts? 

Stephanie was wearing a long T-shirt and nothing else. She put her arms up and I lifted it off of her. She unsnapped and unzipped my shorts and I stood up long enough for her to pull them down. I was very hard and Stephanie had me in her throat in seconds. I couldn't take much of that and I pushed her onto her back on the loveseat. Stephanie was more than ready and in a moment I was inside her. 

"Cum for me, Louis," Stephanie said softly. "Let me show you my love. Let me see that you don't hate me. Give me your cum. You're so hard! Cum for me!" 

My erection, so ready a moment ago, softened and I rolled off onto the floor. I stood up and picked up my shorts. "I'm sorrier than you can know, Stef. It's too soon for that now. I want to, but my feelings are still too strong. Sorry." 

Stephanie burst into tears. What could I do? If she'd kept her mouth shut and just let me fuck her, I would have been okay, but she had to bring up love. I wasn't ready for love, not expressed that way. 

I had an hour and a half before supper and I went outside to trim my palms. I swear, you can trim palms in central Florida and when you finish the last one, the first one will need trimming again. I got an extension ladder and got to work on the goddamn giant seed pods hanging from the three queen palms at the back corner of the house. From the top of the ladder, I spotted my neighbor Mark, sitting next to his pool. Mark's wife Alisa had lost her fight with liver cancer four months earlier and Mark had hardly left the house since. We were close to the same age and good friends, but Mark hadn't felt social at all for a long time. Alisa's sickness had hit Mark hard. Maybe Stephanie could help him. Or had she already helped him? I climbed down the ladder and went inside. Stephanie was sitting in the family room, staring at the floor. 

"Stephanie, I need to know something; was Mark, next door, one of the men you were fucking?" 

Stephanie looked surprised. "No. I was tempted, but I didn't want to take a chance with him. I didn't know how he'd handle it." 

"Good call," I said, "but how about now? It's probably been a year since he's gotten laid. It might help him get over his depression. Couldn't hurt!" 

Stephanie smiled. "Invite him over for a beer. I'll come out to get some sun, nude. I'll bet I can get his cock inside me in two minutes!" 

From the top of the ladder, I called to Mark. "Hey, buddy! I've got some Beck's Dark on ice! Come on over and have one!" Mark waved and started toward the gate, joining our yards. I got him a beer and we sat in the shade, drinking and making small talk. Half a beer later, Stephanie came out with a beach towel over one shoulder. Other than the towel and her sunglasses, she was gloriously naked. Mark gave a start. Stephanie stopped in apparent surprise. 

"Oh, hi, Mark." She looked at me. "You didn't tell me Mark was here." Stephanie faced us directly, making no attempt to cover up. 

"Is that a problem?" I asked. 

"No." She walked over to Mark and gave him a kiss on the lips. "We haven't seen you in a while. How are you holding up?" The growing tent in Mark's swim trunks seemed to answer the "holding up" part. 

"I'm doing okay," he said. "I miss Alisa every day, though. It's been hard." 

Stephanie pulled a chair close and sat, taking Mark's hand. "I'd like to help," she said gently. She placed his hand on her breast. Mark jumped and looked at me. 

"It's alright, Mark. Stephanie and I have an understanding. As long as I'm present, she can have sex with other men and vice-versa." 

Stephanie seemed to flow out of her chair and onto the pool deck between Mark's knees. She grasped the bulge that was Mark's erection. "Do you want me, Mark? I want you. I want this," she stroked his hardness. "I want this in my mouth and in my pussy. Do you want me?" 

"Are you sure you're good with this?" Mark's question was directed at me, but his eyes were locked on Stephanie. 

"Yeah. As long as I'm here, you can fuck my wife. You can tell she wants it, can't you?" I scooted my chair back a few feet to give them room. Stephanie tugged at Mark's trunks and he raised his butt so she could pull them off. Mark had a very respectable erection. Stephanie wrapped her hands around it and gazed up at Mark. 

"I'm going to suck your cock, Mark," she cooed, licking a dollop of pre-cum off the tip of his dick. "When you cum, cum in my mouth. I want to taste your warm cum." 

No man, I thought, in the whole fucking world could listen to that woman say those words and not be ready to cum instantly. 

Stephanie lowered her head, engulfing Mark's stiffness. Mark lasted all of 45 seconds. He bucked his hips, driving his cock into Stephanie's throat and came with a shout that could be heard for blocks. Stephanie bobbed her head and sucked madly, wringing more shouts from Mark. As Mark settled down, Stephanie continued to suck him. It was obvious that she'd swallowed his load. It was also obvious that Mark's erection hadn't wilted a bit. 

Stephanie led Mark onto the grass and spread her towel. She lay on her back and opened her legs. "Come into me, Mark. I'm ready for you. Fuck me!" 

I sat and watched my wife and my next door neighbor fuck on the ground in my back yard. Mark was like a man who'd found an oasis after wandering in the desert for months and he wanted nothing more than to drink deep. He plunged into Stephanie without pause and she responded, cumming over and over. Mark didn't seem interested in changing position or kissing Stephanie or anything except fucking her. Sweat covered their bodies and I wondered if Stephanie was regretting her decision when Mark finally came. He jammed his cock into Stephanie and held it there, pumping his semen into her. Nobody thought about condoms, I thought. Well, too fucking late now! 

Mark lay on Stephanie, still inside her. Stephanie kept her heels hooked behind Mark's thighs, pulling him tight against her. They kissed passionately. I finished my beer and went into the house for more. 

A half hour later, we were all waist deep in the pool, talking and laughing. Mark looked better than he had in a year. "I don't know how I can thank you guys," he said. "I've been horny as hell, but I didn't feel right going on a date, much less hiring an escort. I was resigned to being celibate for a long time." He hugged Stephanie. 

My wife caressed Mark's penis under the water. "I was happy to do it. I love having different cocks inside me and yours was perfect. You made me cum like crazy!" Stephanie fondled his balls. "You're getting hard. Do you want to fuck again?" 

"Shit yeah, of course I do! Could you blow me a little first, though? I loved the way your mouth felt!" 

"Love to," said Stephanie. "Sit on the side of the pool." Mark boosted himself up and Stephanie began sucking him. 

"Ahhh, Jesus, that feels so good! It's been such a long time!" Stephanie went all the way down, taking Mark's cock into her throat. "Ahhh, fuck!" he groaned. "So good, so good!" 

Stephanie raised her head. "Would you rather cum in my mouth again? Either way is fine with me." 

Mark leaned down for a kiss. "I want to fuck you, but maybe I could finish in your mouth, if that's okay." 

"Sounds like a plan!" said Stephanie. She sucked his balls and stroked his shaft. Mark leaned back and watched her blow him. I left them to it and started swimming laps. My erection didn't do anything positive for my lap times. 

When I climbed out, Stephanie was riding Mark, his hands on her breasts. Stephanie had her head thrown back, cumming hard. Mark said something to her and she nodded. She popped off him and got to her knees as Mark rolled to his feet. Mark stuffed his dick into her mouth and came right away. It looked like an excellent orgasm. 

After Mark went home, Stephanie and I ate a late supper. "Well, Mark seems happy as hell," I said. "I hope today helps get him out of his shell." I winked at Stephanie. "It sure didn't look like an act of charity on your part!" 

"Yeah," she giggled. "Good fucking! He went after me like a drowning man!" She giggled again. "A drowning man with a very nice cock!" She sighed. "Good, good fucking." Stephanie put down her fork. "He's going to want me again, you know. You told him that he can't have me unless you're here, but I'm not sure that got through. He's right there, after all. He's probably going to be after me for booty calls pretty often." She looked serious. "How are you going to handle this? Are you going to let him have me any time you're home?" 

"Stephanie, it's not just my decision. It's your body. You get to decide what to do with it, who gets to put what inside you and when." 

"No, Louis, that's not true. You might not want to hit me or fuck my ass anymore, but I'm still your property. 

"Whoa, hold on there! That wasn't the deal at all! I don't have the right to pass you around like a cheap whore and I wouldn't do that if I did have the right. Are you saying that you didn't want to have sex with Mark? That you did it because I wanted you to?" 

"No. I enjoyed fucking him and sucking him off. I could have refused when you suggested it, but he's an attractive man. I wanted to fuck him." She looked thoughtful. "It might become a problem, though. He's going to want me again. We can't have him dropping by for a quickie every day or two. If he gets the idea that he's somehow entitled to me ..." 

I nodded. "I'll have a talk with him." 

Stephanie and I went our own ways for a couple of hours and then got together about 9:00 to watch some shows on the DVR. Normally, we'd sit together and hold hands. Often, I'd caress her breasts or finger her. Often, she'd stroke my cock. Sometimes, I'd eat her or she'd blow me we'd 69 or make love. Not this time. I sat a foot away, while Stephanie kept her hand on the sofa between us, palm open, inviting me to touch her. I ignored her hand, sipping rum and making my usual wisecracks about the plots. 

At 11:00, I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. In bed, Stephanie was on her side, wearing a silk chemise. I turned out the light and lay next to her, nude. 

"That was a nice thing you did for Mark today," I said. "I think it helped him a lot." 

"It was intense! He was so hard! Did you hear him when he came in my mouth that first time? I can't remember anyone shooting with that much force!" I could hear the smile in her voice. "When he fucked me on the lawn, he was almost out of control. I couldn't help feeling the urgency. It was so ... what's the word; satisfying? to give his so much pleasure. It made me cum really hard!" Stephanie paused for a moment. "Are you sure this is alright with you? Seeing me fuck other men? Hearing me say that I came with them inside me? Are you sure?" 

I turned on my side and laid a hand on Stephanie's stomach. "Yeah, it's okay. I get turned on, watching the sex. I should be jealous, but I'm not. It makes me horny." 

Stephanie pressed my hand against her body. "Are you horny now? Can I do anything for you?" 

Why was I hesitating? I wanted her badly. But that was the problem. I wanted to make love to her and I couldn't do that; not yet. "You can give me a handjob," I whispered. "Just a handjob. I need to cum." 

Stephanie reached for me and I lay on my back. I was already erect. Stephanie stripped off her chemise and knelt between my legs. She stroked my cock and my balls, her mouth only inches away. She dribbled spit on me and pumped me slowly with both hands. In the dim light, Stephanie looked lovely. I wanted her so much, but there was a limit to what I could accept from her right now. As my orgasm got closer, Stephanie began using her tongue and then her lips. I hadn't asked for a blowjob, but I couldn't bring myself to stop her. As my orgasm washed over me, Stephanie took my whole cock and swirled her tongue around it, sucking out every drop as I gasped and spurted into her mouth. 

When I went out to get the newspaper Sunday morning, Mark was there, watering a tree. I knew he had automatic sprinklers and there was only one reason for him to be there. 

"Hi, Louis," he said. He shut off the nozzle and walked over to me. "I want to thank you and Stephanie for yesterday. Alisa told me before she died that I should get out and find another love, but I've been too lost in my grief to do anything about it. Yesterday was my wakeup call. After I left you guys, I got on the phone with a woman I know who's made it clear that she's interested in me. We met for drinks last night and she's making dinner for me at her place Tuesday night." Mark slapped me on the shoulder. "I feel alive again, Louis! I feel like going on with my life and having some fun again." He grinned. "Your wife is an amazing woman. So sexy! Holy shit! Whatever you do," he said, "don't let her get away. You'll never find another woman like her!" 

"I'll tell her" I said. "We talked about you after you left. We were hoping you'd do exactly what you did. Stephanie was afraid that you'd want to have sex with her all the time instead of going out with other women." 




The Photos and the Pre-Nup



Mark gave me a broad smile. "Well, I sure as hell do want to have sex with Stephanie again! Maybe not all the time. Seven or eight hours a day should do the trick!" We laughed. 

"She had a good time fucking you," I told him. "You got her off a bunch of times. We have your phone number. Next time Stephanie gets the itch for another cock, we'll give you a call." We shook hands and I carried the paper inside. 

Stephanie was standing in the foyer. "Gee," she said, "I wonder what you two were talking about!" She was wearing the silk chemise from the night before. I groped her boobs and gave her a light kiss. 

"Mark has a date for Tuesday night. He called a woman right after he got home from fucking you. Looks like he's ready to go pussy hunting." Stephanie put her arms around my neck as I kneaded her tits. "He says he wants you again." Stephanie's hands went to the growing bulge in my shorts. "He says you're an amazing, sexy woman and I shouldn't let you get away." Stephanie tugged my shorts down, tossed her chemise aside and fell to her knees. A moment later, the head of my cock was in her throat. I groaned and pulled her tight against my groin. "He's right on all counts," I said softly. I thrust into Stephanie's mouth. "You're amazing and so damn sexy. I hope you don't get away." Stephanie's mouth was like slippery silk. "Ummm, keep doing that. Suck me just like that." Stephanie's mouth was magic and her tongue was her wand. How else could she make me feel so good, so fast? My orgasm roared through my body and overwhelmed me. Cum spewed into Stephanie's mouth and she gulped it down without hesitation. She kept me in her mouth, shaking me with jolts of pleasure. "I don't want to lose you," I said softly. "Don't make me send you away." 

I spent most of Sunday working out my recommendations for organizing the engineering side of the business. I'd been careful to hire enough engineers with administrative and people skills that we could promote into management. I always hated management and was sure my choices would do a better job than I had. I laid it all out in PowerPoint and burned it to a CD. 

I took Stephanie to a small pizza joint in Cape Canaveral Sunday night where we had a quiet meal. "I'm going to call that therapist tomorrow morning, first thing," she told me on the drive home. "I've known I had a problem for a long time, but I thought I could keep going the way I always have been and everything would be okay. I was fooling myself. I have to get help with this." She turned her face away from me. "I think I've already done too much damage to our marriage. I don't see how we can recover. Couples who lose a child, even when it's no one's fault, usually can't maintain their marriage. Your trust is lost and it's my fault. No matter what I do, you can't trust me again. My betrayal will always be there, in the background, poisoning everything." 

I pulled into a strip mall parking lot and stopped the car. "You might be right," I said. "Maybe there's no coming back from this. We have to try, though. We both have to try." I put two fingers under her chin and turned her face toward me. "We can't give up now. We'll see how the therapy goes and whether swinging will control your compulsion." I kissed her. "I do love you. I think you love me. Will that be enough? Damned if I know, but it can't hurt! Without love, we don't stand a chance!" 

One year later. 

The last of our guests waved goodbye and Stephanie closed the front door. It was our turn to host the monthly West Side Swinger's Club party. Things had gone well. Seven couples, including Mark and his soon-to-be wife April had joined Stephanie and me for nearly three hours of sex, talk, laughter and general partying. April, all 6' 2" and 160 lbs. of her, had turned out to be a sexually insatiable, blowjob loving fuck machine. She had swallowed at least six loads and fucked every man in the room. Mark was delighted with his slutty fiancée. 

"Let's just turn out the lights, get cleaned up and go to bed," Stephanie said. "I'm beat!" We climbed the stairs and I took first shot at the toilet while my wife got into the shower. She was soaped up when I stepped in beside her. Stephanie lathered my chest and arms and then my dick and balls. She kissed me and moved her slippery hands on my shaft. "How many times did you cum tonight?" she asked. 

"Five." I played with her soapy breasts and we kissed some more. 

"Did you save some for me?" She stroked my swelling erection. "I think maybe you did." 

"I think you're right," I said. I dropped my left hand to her pussy and slipped two fingers into her. She set one foot on the shower seat to give me better access. "Let's dry off and go to bed." I kissed her deeply, feeling her hands on me, wanting to be inside her. "I want to take you to bed and make love to you." 

When I looked into Stephanie's eyes, they were wet, and I don't think it was just from the shower.



The Photoshoot



Sandy was nervous as she sat in the waiting room of Frederico, one of New York's finest photography studios. It was a week before her husband Dean's birthday, and she had decided to surprise him with a set of sexy "Boudoir" pictures that he had been hinting at wanting for a number of years. She had heard that this photographer was renowned for eliciting from people their very best and sexiest spirits, without resorting to nudity or graphic sexual expression in the portraits that he took. He apparently had contracts with a number of magazines such as Vogue, Playboy and Elle, and he reportedly studied under Francesco Scavullo, the photographer who made Cosmopolitan magazine so famous for its sexy front cover models. Sandy did not feel particularly sexy that day, in fact feeling self-conscious for even having the nerve to pose for a sexy shoot.

While Sandy was waiting, the receptionist showed her two books of portfolios. She explained that the first book contained samples of what Sandy could expect for a fee of $300.00, and that the second book contained samples of what she could expect for a fee of $3000.00. Surprised, Sandy first examined the photos in Book One, and she noted that they were indeed sexy photos that did seem to bring out the best in the women when comparing the before and after pictures. Sandy had mentally made up her mind to go with the $300.00 shoot, but when she opened Book Two, she was stunned. She had never seen anything like it. From the "before" pictures emerged the sexiest most alluring and attractive "after" pictures of women she had ever seen. They were not dressed any differently from the women in Book One, nor were the poses much different. There was no nudity, but the pictures were definitely very erotic. She could not put a finger on it, but something in their faces, the spirit in their eyes and something in their flesh tone and posture seemed to make the difference. For some reason it was as if she could sense their excitement. As Sandy looked at the pictures she decided she would splurge—not only for Dean, but also for herself—what a memory for life and for her later years –it would definitely be worth the $3000.00, which given what she saw no longer seemed so exorbitant.

The receptionist announced that Frederico the photographer was now ready to start the shoot, and Sandy said she would choose the Book Two options. The receptionist told her she would not regret it, adding that she herself had spent her entire savings last year on that shoot and had not regretted doing so for even a single second. Sandy went into the studio and Frederico introduced himself while preparing the cameras, the lighting and the set design. It was sumptuous. The lighting, the textures, the music and the huge overstuffed bed with rich colors and satin sheets was already making Sandy feel sensuous. Sandy was then taken to an adjoining room where a Hollywood studio-trained make-up designer, wardrobe specialist and hairstylist were standing by to prepare her for the shoot. She felt immediately comfortable with them as they were very friendly and chatty, and they were all women. They told her how sexy she would be as they had her try on various items of lingerie, and as they experimented with a variety of hairstyles and make-up. When they were finally done, Sandy marveled at how seductive and alluring they had managed to make her look. She felt transformed and eager to pose for the shoot.

On entering the studio again, Sandy was met by Frederico who led her to the bedroom set, all the while telling her how sexy and gorgeous she was. He had a demeanor that was honest and sincere, making Sandy feel special and immediately at ease. Frederico told Sandy that he was glad that she had chosen the Book Two options because he felt that her sensuous beauty deserved to be captured on film. He commented on how lucky her husband was to have such a gift prepared for him. Frederico then told Sandy that she would have to be open-minded about the process of the shoot, as what made Book two options so different from the cheaper option was determined by the inner state of mind of the model. That required some innovative techniques, and was not something for the prudish. The methods also had to have a surprise element to them in order to work, thus he told Sandy that he could not reveal in advance what would happen. He asked Sandy to sign a consent form if she wished to continue, and much to her surprise, she did just that despite having no idea about what was to unfold.

That having been accomplished, Frederico said that the shoot would involve four photographs. The first would be one showing Sandy in a contemplative but "thinking about sex" pose—a pose that would show her as being receptive—a pose that would make the observer of the picture see her as magnetic because she would appear "erotically obsessed". Sandy asked him what she should do, but Frederico told her to relax on the bed and to allow whatever unfolded to happen, and to react in whatever natural way seemed most pleasurable to her. Sandy climbed on the bed, and on the ceiling mirror she saw her reflection—My God she did look sexy—the negligee chosen for her was drop-dead stunning, a dusty light purple, baby doll style, and made of pure soft silk at that. It gave Sandy's skin a glowing, healthy color and texture, and her blond hair appeared silky and soft as it reflected the pastel colors of her lingerie. For the first time in ages she felt confident about her attractiveness. As Sandy settled on the smooth satin sheets, a curtain suddenly parted and a handsome hunk of a young stud was sitting on a couch with a beautiful curvaceous model. They were both naked and locked in a hot passionate embrace. His body was muscular and sculpted perfectly, and he had an erection that was being stroked by the woman while he felt her breasts, teased her clitoris and kissed her on the neck and behind the ears. Sandy was shocked, but she watched transfixed, feeling her own passion rising rapidly at the sight before her. She unabashedly became aware of wanting this handsome man to do all the things to her that he was doing to the model. As she watched and lusted, she began unwittingly to stir on the bed, squirming and adjusting position. She was unaware of the click of Frederico's camera motor drive, which captured Sandy's hunger and sexual interest frame after frame. After Frederico had finished the roll of film the curtains closed, and Sandy was jarred back to reality. A little embarrassed, she asked when the photography session would begin, and was surprised to hear that one roll was already shot.

Frederico asked Sandy to relax again, as they were now ready for the second photo that was to show Sandy in a pose that reflected her eagerness to be touched and fondled. The photo would be seen by the viewer as a look that suggested invitation to sexual foreplay and would be experienced as extremely erotic. Sandy settled back on the bed and once again the curtain opened. This time only the handsome young man appeared—still naked he approached the bed and to Sandy's shock, he gave her a deep and passionate French kiss. He ran his hands over her body, caressing her breasts and feeling down to her legs where he slid his hands under her negligee and started to caress her pussy. It was already soaked and Sandy squirmed under his touch. She responded by kissing him back deeply and running her hands over his gorgeous body. He tweaked and manipulated her clitoris until she thought she would explode, and at that point he backed off. He went back to the curtain area where the young woman reappeared. Sandy was on fire, but what she saw next left her stunned. The man pushed the female down on the couch, spread her legs and began to lick and suck her pussy for all it was worth. The woman moaned and sighed in sheer delight. Without thinking Sandy started to feel herself above her clothing as she watched, wishing that it were her who was getting that treatment. Suddenly feeling on the verge of orgasm, Sandy pulled her hand away and breathlessly continued to watch the sexual feast in front of her. As she watched, she was unaware that Frederico's motor drive fired through another roll of film as the curtain once again closed on the scene. 

Frederico told Sandy to relax again---tall order given her hot state of passion she thought--- because they needed to shoot photo three. This photo was to reflect Sandy in a state of readiness for intercourse. It was to be seen by the observer as a state of extreme arousal that suggested she could only be satisfied by a hot throbbing session of sex. As Sandy settled on the bed again, the curtains opened and the young stud once again approached the bed. His body was beautiful and his penis was hard and erect. He pushed Sandy back on the bed, pushed up her negligee and pressed his face between her legs. He began to lick Sandy's clitoris up and down the shaft, sometimes in a circular motion, and at times stopping to suck on her now swollen button. Sandy swooned, as her head pressed back into the pillows, her pussy grinding into the young man's face, enjoying the sensations and approaching close to orgasm again. Just when she thought she would go over the edge, the young stud got up, gently pulled her negligee back down over her again, and retreated to the curtain area. The young female model appeared again. Grabbing the male's penis and stroking it while they walked, she led him to the couch. She spread her legs wide for him and they went into a furious bout of intercourse, all in front of Sandy's sex-starved eyes. Sandy wanted that penis to be inside of her—every ounce of her ached for what the female model was experiencing—and all the while Frederico's motor drive clicked off the frames.

Frederico announced that they were now ready for the fourth and last photo. This one would show Sandy in a different light. There would be an aura of sensuousness and texture, but also of serenity. Frederico explained that the object was to leave the observer with a sense of wanting to hug and caress, but softly. The aura would also reflect an "after-glow" that captured the spirit of the subject. Sandy could not fathom how she would pose in this tranquil manner, as every nerve in her body was raw. But as before, the curtains parted once again and the young male came to her bed. He had a rock-hard erection that Sandy could not help but grab. As she stroked and pumped it, the young male got up onto the bed, parted her legs and plunged his firm hot penis into her. Sandy gasped, not believing this was really happening. She thought maybe the whole thing had gone too far, but the sensations were so incredible that all she could do was to give in to the feelings and to enjoy the ride of her life. As her tension mounted Sandy was now lost in a dream world, no longer connected to reality. Sandy's passion rose with every stroke of this gorgeous man's penis until she felt that she was reaching the point of no return. With a loud moan Sandy felt the crashing arrival of her first orgasm, an all-enveloping feeling of both intense almost unbearable sensation, and at the same time incredible erotic pleasure. This was followed by wave after wave of contractions and further orgasms, until Sandy lay on the bed depleted but feeling completely fulfilled. A feeling of sensuous serenity swept over her, and she lay there with her eyes closed basking in the dreamlike quality of her mental and physical state. As usual, Frederico's motor driven camera went unnoticed as it captured these precious images of Sandy.

The next awareness Sandy had was of Frederico waking her. She seemed surprised, as Frederico had told her she must have really relaxed into the photography session if she had fallen asleep. He told her that it was good that she had fallen asleep, as he felt that for whatever reasons, he managed to get some phenomenal shots as a result. He smiled, winked at her and asked if she had had any "interesting" dreams. Sandy just lay there in a daze. Frederico told her that the photos would be ready in one week, just on time for Dean's birthday. He promised that he would select the four very best shots and put them in an album format that would leave no doubt in anyone's mind of Sandy's seductive beauty.

Dean's birthday worked out as perfectly as Sandy had planned it. After a wonderful dinner out, Sandy and Dean came home. Sandy opened a bottle of wine, toasted and kissed Dean and gave him his present. He unwrapped the package and removed the photo album with the four pictures in it. Dean was taken aback. He was overwhelmed by the sexiness of each picture, and most pleased at how beautiful and alluring Sandy was. It was really strange, but despite the fact that there was no nudity nor any sexual actions being depicted, the pictures were highly charged with eroticism. The backdrops were lavish and the negligee Sandy wore was exquisite. Dean thought that the pictures were on the surface modest enough to show his male friends, yet the arousal they induced would make him think twice about doing so. He could not understand why, but as he flipped from one picture to the other, he could almost sense Sandy's inner state, rising from curious sexual excitement to an almost absolute desperation in wanting sex. Dean had never felt so turned on by a picture of his wife, or for that matter any picture of any woman. He knew he wanted her right then and there. Dean told Sandy that this was the best gift she ever could have given him. Sandy smiled and said that as far as she was concerned, she enjoyed the gift every bit as much as he did—maybe even more. With that, Sandy eagerly took Dean to the bedroom for a night of the wildest sex they had ever experienced.



The Photoshoot



It was an extremely hot day. I stood on the beach in a light summer dress, sandals and a large floppy hat. The beach was completely empty except for me and the photographer, and we were working on shots for my modeling portfolio. I was nineteen years old, with short dark hair cut to emphasize my great cheekbones, vivid blue eyes, and pale Celtic skin. The photographer was the one the agency used. His name was Jack. He was taller than me, twenty-two years old, and worked out a lot although he wasn't overly muscular. He was extremely strong though...able to lift almost anything with ease. He had black hair and green eyes, and a good eye for aesthetics.

"I think that's enough for today, Evie," he said to me, lowering the camera and screwing the lens cap back into place.

"Good, it's so hot out here," I replied. I couldn't wait to get back to the air conditioned comfort of his private studio. 

The sun beat down mercilessly as we trekked back through the sand dunes to the car. I could feel sweat trickle down my back, and sand sticking between my toes as we walked over the pale ground. Jack unlocked the car for me and I sat in the front seat with my bag of clothes and make-up. He loaded his photography equipment into the boot and we set off for his studio.

We set off towards his studio, which was actually a part of his house. We settled ourselves inside and adjusted to the cool darkness of the room.

"I'm not technically allowed to do this, but I'm sure we can make an exception," he said, crossing to the fridge and getting out two beers. "It is the weekend after all."

"Thanks," I said, grateful for the cold drink. "What do you have in mind for the next shoot?" I asked him.

"Something a bit different. You know I prefer indoor shots with you. Suits your skin better. But we have to have you in a range of different locations and styles."

I nodded and quickly finished the rest of my drink.

"Now for this shoot, I'll need you wearing boots. How about these ones?" He pointed to a pair of black leather boots sticking out of my bag. They reached to above the knee and tied with black satin ribbon at the top.

"Sure," I said. As a model and a dancer, I was used to doing what I'm told.

I wore the boots with a lacy red bra and matching panties, and over the top wore a red satin slip. It only just covered my thighs, and was cut very low at the front.

"Perfect," said Jack. I turned to walk into the studio, but he grabbed my hand and lead me towards another door instead.

"Where are we going?" I asked naively.

"I set up the basement for this shoot. I told you, it's going to be different," he said, smiling at me.

He opened the door. There was nothing there but a drop! Then I realized there was a ladder leading from the door to the basement below. I made my way down the ladder to the cold basement.

Once we were both in the small room, I looked around. It was small, and made entirely of concrete...walls, floor, ceiling. The only entrance was the door which we had just entered by. There was a small sink and tap in one corner. Against one wall was Jack's photography and computer equipment. There was an electronic drum kit in another corner, and against the far wall was a single day bed. It was wrought iron and the head, foot, and one side of the bed were crafted from the metal. It made black loops and spirals and was very intricate.

"This is where the shoot is going to happen, Evie," he said, gesturing to the bed.

"Is this for my portfolio?" I asked.

"You can have some shots if you want to, but they're really for a calendar for a small business I know of."

"Oh. Will I be getting paid for them then?"

"Of course, but not much. It's more a deal between friends, if you know what I mean."

I nodded and continued to stand there. "Now Evie, hop on the bed and we'll try a few different angles."

I posed on the bed, while Jack took a few shots from different angles and using different lights. After a while he stopped.

"Ok, I have a pretty good idea of what we're working with now. Come here Evie, I want to try another prop."

I stepped off the bed and came over to him. He smelt very masculine, and suddenly I became nervous.

Jack stepped closer to me. In his hands he held dark, thick lengths of utility rope. And a chain with a padlock.

"Now, this is just for the photo, ok?" he whispered in my ear. "Nothing to be scared of."

He suddenly spun me around on the spot and grabbed my wrists together. He wrapped the chain around them and padlocked them together.

"Oh!" I said, suddenly unable to move my arms at all.

"Try to get out of that one," he smirked quietly. I struggled but was unable to free myself.

"Good," he said, and then unraveled the rope he was holding in his hands. He looped it around my neck and tied it to the chain holding my wrists together.

He spun me around again, so that I was now facing him. The rope was tight at my throat and I was definitely feeing nervous now. His eyes wandered all over my body.

"Beautiful," he whispered, and with that placed one hand in the middle of my chest and pushed me back onto the bed.

He took a few more photos before placing the camera on the tripod. 

"I have it set up to take photos at intervals," he told me. The he approached the bed.

"Aren't you going to...don't you want to take more photos?" I stuttered.

He laughed as he sat down next to me. I was now lying face down on the bed, my hands still bound behind me, and my face turned to one side to look at him.

"Oh Evie," he laughed. "I've wanted you from the first day I saw you. And now I'm going to have you, whether you like it or not."

I lay there, paralyzed with fear. I couldn't open my mouth to speak, my brain had stopped working. I suddenly felt him run one hand up the inside of my thigh and brush across my red panties. This broke the spell.

"Stop! What are you doing?" I cried, writhing on the bed in an effort to free myself from my constraints.

Jack didn't reply. Instead, he roughly yanked down my panties over my boots and discarded them on the floor. He ran his fingers lightly over my now-bare pussy, before plunging two fingers inside.

"I'm going to have to untie you to get to the rest," he said, extracting the two fingers from my pussy and shoved them in my mouth. I gagged on my own scent and from having his fingers roughly pushed down my throat.

"How do you taste, baby?" he asked softly. "Pretty good, I bet."

He decided to taste for himself. I felt his tongue run lightly across my whole slit, before his lips found my clit and he began to suck.

"What are you doing?" I screamed. "Stop it!"

He stopped briefly and said, "Am I going to have to gag you?"

"Stop it! Let me go! You can't do this!"

"Clearly the answer is yes," he said. He flipped me onto my back and knelled over my face. He pulled his hard cock out of his shorts and pushed it roughly against my lips. For a moment I was stunned...I had never seen one so big before. It popped into my mouth and he held my head and started thrusting between my lips. 

I could taste fluid on the end of his cock. Maybe if I just gave up, it wouldn't take so long, I thought to myself.

I began to think about something, anything else, when a hard slap across my face brought me back to reality. "If you even think of biting it you'll regret it, you little slut," Jack yelled at me. I must have relaxed my jaw and scraped his cock with my teeth. "Now do it properly, I know you've done it before...teenage girls are all whores these days anyway."

I began to suck his cock, in the hope he would finish quickly and let me go. No such luck.

He then moved down my body. My arms were twisted beneath me and crushed by the combined weight of both of our bodies. He slid his moistened cock between the lips of my pussy. To my shame and horror, I felt myself beginning to get wet.

"Knew you liked it rough," he said. With that he impaled my tiny body onto his huge, glistening cock. I screamed out in pain as he penetrated deeper than I thought possible.

"God you're so tight," he said, thrusting in and out of me. I turned my head to the side so I wouldn't have to look at him any more. 

Suddenly he pulled out, and turned me over again, onto my stomach. My arms felt dead from the pressure and now they were painful with pins and needles. He quickly unlocked my wrists and untied my throat. The relief was enormous. Was he finished? I wondered.

"Is that what you wanted?" I asked him, trying to stop the tears that were threatening to roll down my cheeks.

"Well, that was part of it," he said. "Now I want the rest of you."

He the proceeded to take off the little red dress over my head, and unclasped the red bra. All were discarded on the floor. My arms lay painfully useless above my head, where they landed. I couldn't move my body. Jack then spread open my asscheeks, and rubbed his massive cock on my asshole.

"Please no," I cried out. "I've never done that before!"

"Even better," he said, and shoved his cock all the way into my asshole. "I'm going to use all of your holes, you little slut...so you'd better get used to it."

I cried out in pain but it seemed to make him even more excited. He thrust his swollen cock in and out of my tiny ass, harder and harder each time.

His breathing sped up and became lighter. Suddenly he gave a huge thrust and grabbed my nipples. I felt his cum spurt into me, splashing my insides in warm sticky fluid. He groaned as he came, and pinched my nipples even harder. His cock was in me as far as it would go. The pain was unbearable.

He withdrew his still-throbbing dick and I felt a gush of creamy liquid trickle down my ass crack, bathing my pussy and moistening the aching area.

Jack grabbed a towel from beside the bed and threw it at me. "Clean yourself up." I did so and then grabbed my underwear, bra and dress, and quickly put them back on. I had to do something to stop feeling so exposed. My nakedness had never bothered me before, but it did then. I wanted him to stop staring at me. He had already raped me and taken my virgin ass...what else could he possibly want?

"What do you think you're doing?" Jack asked me.

"Getting dressed," I answered meekly. Jack laughed. 

"Oh no you're not. You're not going anywhere, Evie. You can stay here and be my little fucktoy. I even have a cage for you to sleep in."

"But...I have to go home! What about my family? Modeling?"

Jack laughed again. "You're going to call them now and tell them that you're going on a modeling shoot overseas. Its what you want, isn't it? To be an international model?"

My eyes welled up at the thought of my fate. "And if you don't...I'll publish these photos. You forgot about the camera clicking away, didn't you? Wonder what that would do to your modeling career."

I realized I had no choice as he handed me the phone.

It's a year later now and I have adjusted to my new life. I send letters, dictated by Jack, to my family on a regular basis, and I am allowed one phone call a fortnight. I am fed and my only duty is pleasing Jack at the end of every day. I have even started to enjoy it.



The Photoshoot



I was expecting a new girl at any minute. She was running late and I made a note to make sure she knew I was not happy. I sighed and looked around my studio. It looked like a normal photography studio; cameras, backgrounds, and pictures were all over. But behind one of the backgrounds was his special place. If the model was just right he would convince her to go back there and pay off a couple debts. 

"She'll show quit worrying." This came from Ty, one of my models. The other model, Hank stood there waiting silently. "The shoot will go fine. It always does. Remember that last girl? She was a great lay. Her pussy was so tight and..." Just then the door opened and I saw her walk in.

She was gorgeous. I had been around beautiful women before but none struck me like this one did. She was petite for a model, only 5'3 or 5'4 but that was fine because it wasn't a real photo shoot anyway, that's why it was so easy to get some of the girls in this part of town. 

"Hello, I'm sorry that I'm late. The traffic was awful!" She laughed and her smile made me take a step back. I knew then that she was perfect.

"Hmm. Just get into the suit." I watched as she turned and walked towards the small changing area and then she walked back out in a tiny red bikini. Her longs were long and lean, her body tan, her tits big and almost spilling out of her small top. She turned and I almost grabbed her there to shove her under me and fuck her. 

"Ok. This is Ty and Hank they will be shooting with you." The shoot went on for a bit. She would move when I said, smile when I said and let both men touch her body without flinching. 

Hank looked at me and raised his eyebrow. I nodded, letting him know that I wanted him to go ahead. Hank than moved his hand against her ass and his other hand over her tit. The girl started to protest but stopped because I was encouraging it and taking pictures. When Ty grabbed her long black hair and pulled it, I saw that she was about to protest and I said, "Boys,go ahead. She needs to know who is boss."

The guys then went crazy, rubbing her body and kissing her. She was trying to slap them away but couldn't get away from both of the men. Finally I stopped it. "Allison, you need to keep looking over."

"This is not what I signed up for!" She pushed Ty off of her and walked over. "This is not porn!"

I smiled and said, "Allison, you told me you need money. You have no one in this city, no friends, and you are about to be kicked out of your shitty apartment. You need this money. You will do what I ask or you will not get your money. Understand?"

She hesitated and then whispered, "Yes."

"Good, now go back over and let them continue. It is going to get worse. I need these shots. You will allow them to do whatever they want to that little body of yours. If you disagree there is the door. But you walk out now because they won't stop later. They'll just keep going and I'll get those screams that you're bound to let out on camera."

Allison considered what I said and swallowed. She then silently nodded and went back in between Ty and Hank. I started to take pictures again when Ty picked her up and she wrapped her bare legs around his naked waist. Hank bent her torso back and ripped off the bikini top. I caught Allison's surprised look on film and moved closer. I captured Hank's big hand grabbing Allison's pink tipped tit and zoomed in to record him twisting it. I quickly moved to her face and took a picture of her mouth letting out a slight groan. 

"Yeah, baby. Get used to this. me and Ty here are going to keep at you." Hank always started talking at this point. He liked to get them upset. The couldn't leave now, so he liked to get them upset to make better photos.

Ty laughed, "I can't wait to get you totally naked, babe. I bet your ass is perfect. Let's see." The two men helped each other to peel off her bottoms. Allison looked upset but allowed it. I took in her naked body and grew hard. 

Hank moved away and pulled over a high chair. They pushed her over it, beginning to get rough. "Baby, push that tight little ass into the air. That's it nice and high. We need a picture."

"Perfect." I moved closer, knowing what happened at this point. Hank began to slap her ass. Allison jerked but allowed it. Ty moved and grabbed her hair, pulled her head back so I could get a picture of her face as Hank spanked her. "Harder!" I exclaimed. I needed a shot, any shot. She was perfect. Hank smiled and began to truly spank her. She began to yell at them to stop.

"No, baby you agreed." Ty said. "You need to be quiet, let's quiet you down a little." With that Ty pulled his pants down and pulled her head up. "Open that hot little mouth, I've got a big present."

"No. I did not agree for this!" She tried to pull her head away. 

Ty smacked her face, "You did agree. We warned you. It's ok though we like what they fight." With that he shoved his entire 9 inch cock in her mouth. I zoomed in and caught her gagging. Hank got excited and began to spank her harder. He stopped and reached for a belt that lay forgotten off on the side. He began to bring it down on her ass. I head Allison moaning around Ty's thick cock. 

"Hank, I want you to fuck Allison, make sure you turn her so that I still have a shot of Ty fucking her mouth."

"Ok, boss." Hank twisted her around so her back was arched over the stool.Ty had a better angle to shove his cock in her mouth and Hank could now push his cock into her pussy. "Baby? I'm going to start fucking your pussy now. What was that?" Hank smirked because she was trying to say no but couldn't. He positioned his cock and pushed deep. "She's real hot and tight." 

"Ty, I want you two to both bang her. Sandwich her. I want fast and hard."

The men both listened. They had Allison on the ground in a minute. Hank was still fucking her pussy while Ty was about to shove in her ass. Allison's mouth was now free but her voice seemed to be raspy because of her mouth fucking. 

"Please, don't. Ty..." Ty didn't listen and shove in her tight ass. Both men began to fuck her, hard and fast. I watched as Allison tried to move but couldn't. Finally both men came and I put down my camera and came over.

"Allison, you did well." I couldn't resist grabbing her tits and playing with them. I pulled some nipple chains out of my pocket and flicked her nipples. I was please when they hardened and I squeezed them on. She gasped and I bent down to kiss her."Hmm.Very nice. Allison, it's not over yet. We need more. This is when we add Sara into the mix."

Just than Allison looked over and saw Sara. Sara was a tall blond with big tits and a long lean body. She was carrying a whip and had on a leather mini and no top. Her tits were beautiful, bouncing as she walked. Hank and Ty regularly fucked her. I had trained her from the time she was 19 and now she did as I asked. Right now I wished her to train this 18 year old to do as a I asked. I was going to keep Allison as well. 

"Sara is going to participate as well." I stood and pulled Allison with me. "Sara, meet Allison."

Sara's eyes wandered over Allison's naked body as I held it. She focused on the new nipple clamps. "Has she been fucked in the pussy and ass yet?" I nodded. "Has she been spanked and whipped on her ass?" 

I nodded and said, "She just needs your special touch."

"Alright." Sara walked over and walked in a circle around Allison. She ran a finger over her naked body. She than ran the whip over Allison's body. "She is perfect."



The Photoshoot Ch. 01



"I'm so sorry, I got a little lost," you say brightly, breezing into the suite like sunshine through a just-opened curtain. "I tried to use my phone for directions but these one-way streets can be a little tricky, then parking was crazy, et cetera et cetera." You drop your gym bag on a chair and turn to smile at me. "You're Jay, right? I got the right room?" Your smile creeps up a notch. "Or do you just hang out in hotel suites with lights aimed at a bed?"

"I try not to make a habit of it," I grin, closing the door. "Yes, I'm Jay. A pleasure to finally meet you... You look great," I blurt before I'm aware of it, but it's true: your t-shirt is a hunter green that sets off the highlights in your hair, and tight enough so that your breasts strain against the fabric. The jeans hug your curves marvelously. Though I've seen your naked form on the net quite a lot, having you here is an experience I'm realizing I wasn't fully ready for, despite weeks of preparation. A second too late I realize I'm staring, and my gaze snaps back to see you grinning bemusedly at me, fully aware. "Really great," I nod like an idiot, but you just smile before turning to survey the room. Or to show me the view from behind, which I take in appreciatively, before you turn back to me.

"Nice suite. You have good taste in classy joints, Jay. Do you have what we talked about?" My brain snaps back into place, and I point at the envelope beside the TV. You pick it up and glance inside, before extracting my driver's license. After inspecting it a moment to ensure it's legit, you drop it back in the envelope next to the cash and, with a satisfied smirk, toss it at your bag. "And the other that we talked about?" 

"Yes indeed," I reply, moving to the fridge to extract the chilled champagne glasses, champagne, and tumbler of iced liquor I've prepared. As I ready our drinks you move to examine the bed and lights. 

"Quite the setup you have here. These look professional grade."

"Most of it's borrowed from a friend who is a professional," I explain as I pour champagne over the mix of gin, simple syrup and lemon juice. "I dabble a little, but I wanted some good lighting, since this is costing me, and I want it to come out right, y'know? Might never happen again, so get it right the first time... Your drink, m'mselle?"

Taking your drink, your eyes sparkling as you touch your glass to mine. "A votre sante," you smile before taking a long draught. 

"Oui oui... Aaaaand now you know the limits of my french." I take a gulp of my own. 

"Not bad for your first french 75, Jay. Maybe a little much on the lemon juice. Sometimes depending on my mood I just kinda wave a lemon at the gin bottle and go from there," you giggle before taking another sip. "So Jay... I promised you I wouldn't watch the clock, but it is ticking. Where's what I'll be wearing for you today?" 

"There's a closet off the bathroom," I gesture. "I've got some things together that I'd like to see as a group, so humor me with those and keep them together." 

"Okay, I will. It's your dime," you say, all business as you retrieve your bag before moving to the bathroom. "Let me go take a look at what you've got in here," you call out as you close the bathroom door, "and you can tell me again what our rules are today."

I count them off as I begin turning on the camera and lights. "Number one, you keep my license until you get the camera flash drives, or to take to the cops if I harm you at all. Number two, you own the pictures and keep the clothes." I hear you moving hangars in the closet and periodic noises of appreciation. "Number three, you show me four outfits, at least two with your glasses on, for at least fifteen minutes each as I take pictures and make suggestions, but you leave after two hours total. Number four, you may or may not use any of the toys I've picked out, but if you do I can make suggestions for how to use them. Number five, you never tell me your name. Number six, I keep my clothes on at all times. Number seven, you can call it quits at any point you feel hinkey, but still keep the money and the clothes and the flash drives. Number eight..."

"Yes? Number eight was, hmmm?" 

"Number eight, I haven't had sex or jerked off in three weeks." 

The door pops open and you poke your head out. "Really? Three weeks, nothing?"

I sigh. "Yup. Three weeks. Thank you so much for that, too."

"Ha!" you yell triumphantly, popping back in behind the closed door. "Yes! Perfect. How do you feel about that, Jay?"

"Fucking horny," I reply through gritted teeth, and it's the absolute truth. 

"Good. I like a good looking man who's fucking horny. Now, let's look at some of these toys you have here. Interesting... Maybe... Oh HELL no... Oooh, yeah, good idea..." I wonder what you're reacting to, remembering what I've stashed for our day together. The gimp mask I'd included as a joke, others I had hopes for. "Hey, can you put some music on?"

Looking through the viewfinder to check the light level one last time, I step back and nod, then reach over to the laptop to start the playlist, which begins with Tuatara's "Dark State Of Mind."

"Oooh," you exclaim, "that's nice. Sexy. I'll be out in a minute."

It's actually more like ten, but when you emerge I don't care. The silk kimono comes down only to mid-thigh, your bare legs a tease of what it covers. You've pinned your hair up tightly, a different look than you've displayed thus far to your fans, but a request of mine today. "This feels so good," you sigh, caressing the material. "You have good taste, for a pervert," and you laugh. I grin, but I know time's wasting, so I wave you toward the bed, and you comply, swishing your hips sexily, turning to face the camera. The shutter is controlled by a thumb remote, and I snap one off to start as you stand and grin at me, resisting the urge to stroke the silk some more. 

"Okay... untie the robe, but slow, and don't open it yet." I capture several shots of your hands loosening the robe, before I ask you to slip it down your shoulders just a bit, revealing the red strings of the camisole beneath. Snap. On command you let the robe fall open, displaying the sheer almost-but-not-quite-see-through material of the camisole, your head tilted a bit with the sexy gleam in your eye, knowing how fetching you appear. I motion for you to turn and you slowly pivot, giving me several shots of your breasts tenting the material nicely, before you're facing away and the robe drops to the floor. The camisole ends just above the lacy red boyshorts I've picked out, which hug the cheeks of your ass nicely. You look over your shoulder and smile again as I take shots over and over, glancing at the viewfinder only occasionally so as not to look away from what's right in front of me. 

I've thought of quite a few different poses for this outfit, so I ask you to get on the bed and assume a few of them while trying to ignore my now-throbbing erection. Your ass in the air (click), your hands grabbing the headboard (click, click). Bent at the waist (click), your breasts hanging freely (click) within the soft flowy material (click). Lying on your back (click), one hand gathering your tits (click click), the other teasingly tracing the top of your thigh (click, click, click). The thumb release is barely audible over the sultry music I have cued, but it's constant reassurance of why we're both here as well, and reminder that it's the wall separating us. 

"I brought out one of the toys," you murmur after a few minutes, "but I'd like to use it a bit without your direction if that's okay." You lean and reach into the kimono's pocket, withdrawing a small pocket vibrator. 

"Go right ahead," I croak, not realizing how dry my mouth has gotten. You smile -- is that nervousness I see there? -- and lie back on the bed and close your eyes. I move the camera to take in your body from the feet up as you twist on the vibe and touch it to your fingers tentatively, before placing it on your lips for a moment. I almost forget to hit the thumb release. Then, your eyes still closed, you gently touch the humming vibe to your breasts and begin tracing them through the material, gasping when it reaches your hardening nipple -- I catch a fantastic shot of you with your mouth fallen open, the fingers of your other hand clenching involuntarily. I'm fascinated as your body begins to move and ripple while you explore it with the vibe, tracing up your side and over your chest before teasingly drawing it down your tummy to one thigh and then the other. Is that a dampening spot on the boyshorts, I wonder, when you trace the vibrator up your lips and moan loudly -- then you're sitting up. 

"Okay, that's enough of that, right? I better get the next outfit on if I'm gonna get all four, huh?" I frown and look at my watch -- the camisole shoot has taken half an hour, and with the time limit you've imposed, you're right. I look back at you and nod, but you're looking at my pants, where my erection is incredibly obvious. A sly smile creeps up your face. "Right! Next!" And grinning mischievously, you're back through the bathroom door.



The Photoshoot Ch. 02



I realize I'm grinding my teeth a little in frustration after the erotic display you've put on. Several different temptations leap to the fore of my mind. I could switch the flash drives while you're out of view. I could roofie your drink. I could quickly release my granite-hard dick and stroke myself to orgasm in, I'm sure, seconds. But in the end I'm just not that sort of asshole, the kind who'd break agreed-upon rules, never mind the flaunting of legalities or basic mores. I've agreed to the rules of the day, and this is what I've paid handsomely for. It seems to be going pretty well so far, so I'll see where this leads.

As if you can hear what I'm thinking, your voice calls out again from the bathroom amidst the rustle of hangars. "So Jay, tell me... why would you pay some girl on the internet to come and pose for you? Can't you get a girl on your own to do this? Or are they chicken?"

"I've got a thing for exhibitionists. Somebody secure enough, sexual enough, to get off on guys seeing them naked, that turns me on. That seems to fit you pretty well, judging from how often you put pictures up on reddit. Plus you wear glasses a fair bit, which also turns me on, since I dig intelligence, or at least the appearance of it. Since you actually seem to have a brain to go with the specs, well, I'm pretty much done for where you're concerned."

"You already have me here putting on sexy underwear for you, y'know... there's no need to flatter me any more."

"Eh, well, you asked. I also like lingerie -- picking it out, imagining what it'll look like when it's on, then seeing it on in person... Every stage of that is exciting to me. Add on to that the idea of directing a photoshoot to get the shots I've always thought about taking myself, in person... A shoot like this is a long-time fantasy I've had, so I splurged and got exactly what I wanted, all the way around."

"But don't you have a wife or a girlfriend you could do this with? You're not hideously ugly or anything."

"Gee, thanks."

"Ha ha... You know what I mean, though. Can't you get a girl on your own to do this, without having to pay her?"

I frown, and pause before answering. "Remember when you told me I couldn't ask you whether you had a boyfriend, or who takes those pictures you post, or your name? No questions?"

"Yeah, I do. Alright, point taken. But you still have a hard-on, right?"

I hadn't expected that question so my answer is a fairly sputtered, "What do you think?" 

You giggle. "I think you're still fucking horny, that's what I think. I'm almost done, I'll be out in a sec."

You're getting off on this as much as I am, I think. I am lost again in reverie as you dress for me. Having a guy pay to photograph you in lingerie he bought just for you has to be a turn-on, I'm sure. Except you're gonna walk out the door with all these pictures, all these clothes I bought, and a bunch of my money; I'm gonna walk out with memories. You are getting the better of this deal, surely. But as I told you, a long-time fantasy fulfilled is worth splurging on if it's fulfilled in the right way, to the utmost.

Opening the bathroom door, you emerge without a word, letting the image speak for itself. The oversized man's flannel shirt covers your torso completely; your bare thighs are a tease and a promise. Your hair is still pinned up tightly but you've added your glasses. I can tell you feel sexy by the way you slink to the spot between bed and camera and stand at attention, your hands clasped behind you with head held high, jutting your chest out confidently. That sly smirk is back and you're staring the camera down as if daring it to attack.

After an introductory shot I speak up. "Let down your hair, please." I feel as though I'm trying to regain some measure of control over the situation, control that I likely never had in the first place; still, I'd like to feel as though I'm not completely at your mercy here. Lie to myself, in other words. 

Deliberately and slowly, your hands come up to remove the bobbypins holding your hair up. Gradually your curls fall to your shoulders as you shake your head a bit; the effect is exquisite, and I snap a couple at random. Your eyes never leave the camera lens, knowing you're looking right at whoever shall see these pictures, and knowing what they're thinking as they do: that you are dead sexy and don't care who knows.

"Unbutton the shirt. Slowly."

Your smile creeps up a notch for half a second but then disappears, replaced by an earnest seriousness. Just as I asked you take your time with it, but as I catch tiny glimpses of what's underneath I grow impatient. "Maybe not that slowly." With a slight shrug you unbutton the rest and let your hands fall to your sides, content (for the moment) to let me direct. 

"Draw open the shirt little by little. Tease me with what you've got under there." That crooked smile comes back and stays this time, as you shyly tilt your head to peek at the camera at an angle through your glasses, and begin to reveal the treasures underneath. A white half-cup bra this time, placing your already generous tits on a feathery shelf, barely covering your nipples. The panties are french-cut perfection, a custom-made affair I'd found on the internet months ago, that remind me of swan feathers, that gently swoop around the high curve of your hips. When I received them in the mail last week I had to stop myself from rubbing my face against them too much for fear of breaking Rule Number Eight. I gulp and click off a shot. "Fantastic," I whisper.

"I love these," you say softly. "They feel amazing, they look incredible, I love what this does for me." Your hands come to move over your well-perched breasts as your eyelashes flutter. "Feels so good, too. My nipples are so hard. Can you tell?" 

"Uh, no," I stammer, as the upper bit of your areolae can be seen above the cup but the downy material hides anything below. But I can change that. "Pull the cups down a little and show me." 

You glance from the camera to me for a moment, as your eyes widen. "Yes sir," you reply formally, before returning your gaze to the camera. Without fanfare you pull down on the cups and lean forward, displaying hardened nipples which, without prompting from me, you pinch suddenly. "Ooooh!" you squeal, a shudder visibly coursing down your frame. My cock pulses against my pants as you giggle and straighten up, but I remember to take some pictures as you begin to pose in different angles for my camera. "Yeah, I love these a lot," you say, discarding the shirt to the floor. "I wouldn't have thought of this look, but it works." 

"Turn away from the camera and push the panties down." I'm trying to be more cognizant of time now, and this is a shot I've wanted. You nod is almost imperceptible but you comply, bending to draw the panties down, revealing your naked and supple ass. I capture the process with numerous clicks of the thumb release.

Just before I tell you to go for the next outfit, you crawl onto the bed. "I left a toy I'd like to use for you on the bathroom sink, Jay. Would you get it for me please?" Lowering your head to the bed, your ass hangs in the air like a monument to sexy, your pink shaven pussy peeking out without care. It's glorious, and I take another picture. We're battling for control again, but I'm curious, so I move to the bathroom.

On the sink is the buttplug and lubricant. Oh, fuck. I look back at you as if to say Really? and your steady gaze and grin convince me quick. I grab the plug and lube and return to you. 

"Would you get that ready for me, Jay? My ass is a tight fit, so get that nice and slippery for me." 

I decide to push you a little. "I bet your pussy is pretty wet by now. I could fuck you there with it and get it good and ready that way."

Your laugh is almost condescending but not quite. "Tempting, but no... You gonna do this, or what?" I shrug and smear some lubricant around the toy, applying a liberal coating before I put it in your outstretched hand. You're kind enough to wait for me to grab the thumb release again before you begin. Twisting your head to look into the lens once again, you place the head of the plug at your ass. Click. Biting your lip, you begin to push. Click. You press it slowly into your ass as I capture its disappearance; your mouth is scrunched up in an O of not-quite-pain and your eyes are wide open. 

I want to grab the plug and thrust it in and out of you, I want to hear you moan low and throaty, I want to spank you until your cheeks glow red. I bite my cheek. 

Before long the toy is firmly seated and you release the end. I'm not prepared when your eyes close and your other hand moves to your clit. Oh, fuck: you're gritting your teeth as your fingers rub in quick circles, your hips jerking as you grind out a quick furious come, a staccatto moan escaping your lips as I press the thumb release over and over and over. The moan rises to a yell and a shouted "Fuck!" and my hand involuntarily moves to grab my dick, and almost does so before I make a fist and squeeze. But almost as quick as it began, your body tenses into rigidity for a moment and then slacks to the side. For one second, two, three.

In a flash you are up and striding to the bathroom. "Let's get to the next one," you blurt hurriedly before slamming the door and proving, finally, that I have indeed lost all control now.

What you say next only drives that point home. "So, Jay, I'm thinking the next one we do a little differently, yeah? I've got an idea, and I think you'll like it."