We had married at a young age before graduating college, deciding that we had found our one and only true love. The following years were a whirlwind of major life events, some positive events, like careers and buying a home, some negative like losing a job, or an old pet passing away. We lived through a lot, and it got to a point where our sex life had begun to fizzle. I would find myself unable to really get it up long enough to do anything, and she was never in the mood.
It was during this dry spell that my mind began to wander to the strange. I would find myself trolling my favorite websites reading naughty stories and trying out different fantasies and kinks to see what would work for me. We tried some light choking, which was pleasant, but not really something we could keep up. We tried blindfolds, and ropes, and that got things done on special occasions. There were some light spanking events, attempts at dirty talk, and plenty of toys and liquor, but nothing really seemed to click. Life's stress had its way of taking a toll.
One evening I found myself typing in words like husband and wife into my usual dirty sites. I learned a few new words and began to do a lot of reading, following the rabbit down the click hole. It didn't take long for me to realize this new kink was doing something for me. I would think about some of the scenarios I was reading about like a husband letting his wife spend a night with a co-worker, or a wife arranging a girl to suck her husbands cock while she watched.
These stories, at first, gave me that old sense of shame that I hadn't felt in a long time. That sense of shame you felt when you were first learning to masturbate and thought there was something 'wrong' with it. Or when you first watched porn, likely something tame, but thought the world was going to end and you would be imprisoned forever. I felt dirty. I felt ashamed. I felt like if someone ever really even glanced at my wife the jealousy would drive me crazy.
But.
It also made my heart race, and my skin hot like I hadn't really felt for so long. I liked almost every scenario and version of play. I preferred the ones where the women really took charge, or wanted in on some girl time themselves. Or the videos where the husband would be filming and the wife would be talking dirty and even lovingly back to the husband because that was how secure they were. I started to find my favorites and would read or watch them over and over again finding my favorite moments and watching it together like a slutty symphony.
After reading various stories and watching porn I was finally able to work up a few good nights with my wife. I would think about all the dirty nasty stuff, and picture her doing some of the things I had seen and read and I would be as hard as a rock. She enjoyed this new passion because it was hard for her to initiate. She was also horny, but just unable to really 'get it up' either, just sitting watching her phone seemingly indifferent but in reality just tired from long days and responsibilities. I knew she wanted to be treated, to be taken and to be made to feel good like a real woman.
On a few other nights, I would try to work in my fantasy a little without showing my hands too hard. I would take a few dirty pictures for fun, and tell her how sexy she looked and direct her on how to pose. She would giggle and tell me to stop, only to strike another pose, or make a cute face and look away from the camera. The camera really did love her too, and the pictures came out looking fantastic.
I would look at the photos and find myself fantasizing about her doing some of the things in the story. I would stroke myself while picturing her telling me all the different ways she wanted it. How much she wanted to touch another man, or be touched. How much she wanted to expose herself. Every time I thought of this it brought me there almost instantly.
A few weeks after our photoshoot I was hanging out with a friend smoking some weed and watching old reruns of the Simpsons. He was talking about his latest Tinder hookup and about how he never planned on settling down. Really no one wanted to settle down with him, they just wanted a quick fuck.
He pulled up his phone and showed me a few pictures he had taken with some of the girls. Some were sucking his dick, others were just showing off their tits. One was a video of him fucking this girl hard while she moaned out in a way that I honestly thought only existed in porn.
Watching all this on his phone turned me on, and made me think about my secret fantasy. I swiped around, zooming in and looking at every picture and every angle. After looking at these pictures for a few minutes, it dawned on me that I was staring at his cock. I mean I kind of knew it but at the same time, I've been desensitized to pictures of naked people to the point where now I just view it abstractly as porn, not as real people.
I kind of chuckled and asked him, "Brad, how can you be comfortable with another person seeing your dick man? I mean isn't it a little embarrassing?"
"I don't know I think it's kind of hot. Plus who cares? we all have pee-pees and taa-taas. This isn't grade school."
"Yeah, but some things should be taboo, shouldn't they? I mean if we showed everyone those parts all the time they wouldn't really be exciting anymore right?"
"Well, I mean I don't really show everyone. Just maybe a friend or two. It's just friends, so who cares, right? I mean, I can see your erection right now through your jeans so you tell me, is it embarrassing?"
"Yeah, that's true."
We kept watching the Simpsons and my mind kept wandering to his phone. I just kept thinking of the pictures and the video and the fact that I had now seen my friend's cock. Plus, yeah if it's just a friend or two it's still pretty taboo. I thought about the photos I had taken with my wife and about how hot she looked.
There was a nice progression of her scantily clad as is, removing layer after layer until she was totally nude. After that, she had some fun posing and showing the camera everything. I thought about how crazy it would be showing him the photos. Knowing he would know what she looked like naked. That he would see her again, and probably be thinking about it.
Then I thought what my wife might think. How pissed she would be? Or would she? She was a pretty uptight woman on the surface. She wore skirts daily, wearing pants only on necessary occasions. She still attended church every Sunday and Thursday. She saw her parents at least once a week.
However, underneath that veneer was a bit of a wild side. She would drink in private, going to bars with friends for special events. She would smoke cigarettes if she felt like it trying, poorly, to hide it. She swore like a pirate and cut people off in traffic. Once on a road trip far away from anyone who could ever know us, she flashed a truck driver her bra. Who knew how deep her actual wild side went, though.
After a few more episodes I finally worked up the courage to do it, but I was going to make sure he would at the minimum be hazy. We had already smoked a bit of weed, but he was a lightweight, and I could smoke my weight. I told him I wanted to show him something cool but that I wanted him to get blazed first.
He agreed, and we went outside. I took out a joint and lit it, passing it back and forth. He was pretty stoned by the end of it, and didn't really notice me light up the second one. After the second one, he was really giggling.
We went back inside and sat down on his couch.
"Okay I'm going to show you something, but you can never tell anyone. I swear to god I will cut off one of your tits of you breath a word of this."
"Dude, I've kept some pretty dark secrets of yours already. I'm sure I can handle whatever this is."
"Okay. So I wanted to show you some photos that Missy and I took last weekend."
"What, another one of your hikes?"
"Not quite. Remember, keep your mouth shut. Take the phone, and you can just start scrolling at your pace."
My hands were slightly trembling. He didn't notice as he took the phone but when my hand was off of it, it sunk in what I was doing. I was really doing this, and showing off dirty pictures of my wife. The woman that said, "I do." I was shaking a bit more as he scrolled to the second photo.
"Uh, what's this? I mean it's nice, but I've never seen Missy dress like that."
She was wearing jean shorts. Not crazy short ones either, ones that were just barely above the knee. She had on a slightly oversized shirt, but it was very short-sleeved, the kind that goes over the shoulder, but disappears around the armpit. In the first few photos, you couldn't really notice the slight slit in the armpit of the shirt that went down about two inches, exposing some skin on her side, and her lacy bra.
"Yeah, just keep scrolling as long as you feel comfortable."
The next picture she brought her knees up and was peeking over them, her eyes just barely showing, but giving a look like a lion about to pounce. Her bare feet were pointing out hanging out just over the edge of the bed showing off all of her long legs. He swiped again and the next photo was a close-up shot of her feet, and after that a close up of her feet and legs.
"Whoa... I mean whoa, she is so. I mean she never... Whoa!"
He took his time looking at each photo after he realized what he was looking at. He took another swipe and in this one, my wife had sat back and crossed her legs, lifting her shirt just above her belly button and biting her lip. He really stared at this one. He took his finger, and zoomed in staring at her belly for nearly a minute. He shuddered slightly and used his finger to slide onto the next photo.
In the next one, it was the same shot just from behind. She was lifting her shirt halfway up her back, reaching her arms over her back across each other, and looking back at the camera through the hole that appeared as she crossed her arm. He zoomed in again looking at the small of her back, then surprisingly scrolling up to look at her eyes staring out. He zoomed back out and took it in, moving on to the next photo.
She posed around on the bed in various positions, laying down, lifting her butt up slightly, or crossing her legs over each other. She would stare at the camera with a lusty look, and pull at her shirt in various ways to show off pieces of skin like a tease.
"Damn, she's so uptight. It's crazy seeing her let loose like this. I mean she's wearing more than most girls at the beach but just knowing she always covers herself up makes this just so... Hot!"
It was the next photo that caused him to pause. This photos she had taken her shirt up so that it covered her face, and you could see a bit of her bra. Clearly the pictures were taking a bit of a turn.
"Umm... do you want me to stop?"
"Do you want to stop?"
"Well not really, it's just... I mean it's Missy. And she's so fucking hot. I promise I won't say anything, dude!"
"It's fine, like I said if you want to keep looking you can. I told you to only stop when you felt uncomfortable."
In the next picture, her shirt was completely off. She held her upper arm with her opposing hand and stared sheepishly at the camera. She was equal parts sexy,and shy which made for the best material. He swiped through a few dozen more photos of her in the bra. Swiping again it was a zoomed-in shot of her shorts, with a button undone. Then another button. Then the last few. Her black panties were visible now through an opening in the shorts.
Now they were off, and she was only wearing her bra and panties. They were both black, with a slight lace pattern imprinted on it. Now he was really zooming in, checking out every inch greedily. Through his jeans, he was at full mast already. He swiped again and now she was facing away from the camera and her bra was off. A few photos of her covering herself strategically until finally, he got to the first shot of her tits.
Here he stopped and stared for a long time. Her face was a flushed red, the rest of her skin glowing a slight pink. The series of photos after were of her touching herself in different ways, pulling at herself, licking her fingers, and lifting and picking at her panties.