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Pictures Of My Wife
by Hotcouple (address withheld)
Quick edit by R2D2

***

My wife's longtime friend has asked multiple times for 
nude pictures of her. We finally decide to not only give 
him some, but let him be in them with her as they're 
being taken. This is a true story. (MMF, wife, mast, 
exh, voy, bd, swingers)


***

My wife has one hell of a body, and one of her longtime 
male friends had asked her multiple times since he's 
known her (behind my back he thought) if she would share 
some nude pictures of herself with him. Once Vicki told 
me he had asked, it put a plan into motion. Why not have 
him over to watch them being taken? What if he was 
invited to be in some of them? This would be new to 
Vicki and it took awhile to get her on board, but 
finally.

Of course, Vicki and I had talked about this 
beforehand...how we would conduct this little fun 
picture sharing session. This is how it went.
 
This had started out as just us taking a few pictures of 
Vicki nude. She intended to print out a few hot but 
tasteful ones and tuck them into a Christmas card for 
her friend Al. I had mentioned maybe we should have him 
over while I take them? 

He could have some input on poses he'd like? As soon as 
that sentence got spoken however Vicki immediately was 
thinking that if that happened I had every intention of 
having both of them get nude and "pose" together, or 
maybe all three of us even, but I insisted (somewhat 
convincingly I thought) that Al's fun was going to be 
limited to looking. Any enjoying of himself would be in 
his pants involuntarily or later on at home by himself 
in fantasy. Vicki didn't completely believe me, but at 
least I was being given the benefit of a doubt... this 
time.
 
After a lot of talk back and forth and even more 
guarantees of what would happen and what wouldn't, the 
idea of actually letting Al be there while the pictures 
were being taken began to take root. Vicki had even gone 
on her own and asked Al personally what he thought about 
that? Conversations ensued between her and Al, which got 
related to me by Vicki, and then finally between Al and 
I over the phone. 
 
Even after all of that there was still the feeling that 
perhaps we both had been a little lax on setting up 
enough upfront, rock solid, ground rules for Al, but we 
had definitely let him know there were no guarantees as 
to his actual culmination of today, even explaining that 
if got satisfied it would not be how he was probably 
planning on it. He understood that, he said. That was to 
be seen in how he acted later, but I was not gonna allow 
more than I intended... period... and that was that.
 
This was the first time Vicki had ever done anything 
like this. Being photographed nude and sharing her body 
in pictures with a man other than one of her husbands, 
that is. Vicki made it known she'd be hesitant and 
embarrassed, but if nothing got carried away, and Al was 
good with that, then we'd ALL have a good time. Truth is 
we both knew this wasn't as scary and as big of a deal 
to her that she let on it was. 

Vicki was as sexual, if not more so, than I ever was, 
and justifiably proud of her body. But being coy (read, 
stubborn LOL) and holding out allowed for me to ask her 
more times, with lots more "pleases" and she very much 
enjoyed that game of pursuit and control. 
 
In the end run she'd be fine with this happening, but I 
also knew she had no intention of making it look like 
she was giving in easily. LOL All part of the game we 
played. From some things she'd said, in reality Vicki 
had been ready to try this mild step outside of her 
comfort zone for a long time. She just hadn't admitted 
it to me out loud. 

Vicki was tall and lean. Not an ounce of fat on her 
frame anywhere and she worked out hard every day to make 
sure it stayed that way. Proud of her body anyway, she 
had asked me very early on in our marriage if I minded 
that she have a breast augmentation done to further take 
her body over the top. I was pretty happy with her 
natural 36C's. Rock hard and perfect nipples alas it 
was, but I figured sure, if you want too, go for it! 
When the bandages came off she had more perfect yet 36 
"D's." She was now absolutely magazine perfect.

Vicki had chosen the fullest sized "D" implants and 
though it was only going from "C" to "D" on paper, the 
noticeable visual difference in size was dramatic. And 
trust me from that day on, she showed 'em!! And further 
trust me, around Al was her number one place to do that. 
He had always been hot for her anyway, but now that her 
tits were bigger yet, she immediately found a way to be 
around him in low cut tops to see his reaction so her 
body now. 

She found out, fast. Every since that day, he had been 
VERY focused on wanting to see her nude, get her nude, 
sleep with her, and he wasn't shy about letting her know 
it. Vicki loved every flirty remark he had made to her.

Knowing how Al felt about wanting to fuck Vicki, she was 
leery about this picture taking session going too far, 
but I assured her repeatedly it would be OK. I'd be 
there. But she kept hinting that Al being there wasn't 
her real fear. What he'd do. Her real fear, she said, 
was once everything was getting going I'd push Al to 
take it further than she might want too, while I took 
pictures of it.

But still, she was after all, all woman to the core, and 
the erotic is the erotic. And this idea had been playing 
on her mind quite a while now. Though she tried to give 
me the impression this was a big step for her, I knew 
she was dying to get fully nude in front of a man, with 
my "protection," so some man could see the body she was 
so proud of, nude. 

Up until now though she had made out like doing this was 
a big deal. Despite the fact I knew this idea wasn't 
totally repulsive to her, but she just wouldn't quite do 
it. In her thinking, it was better not to let this idea 
go anywhere and miss some fun, than risk doing it and 
then when I was getting an inch, I'd want a mile more. 
But that doesn't mean she wasn't intrigued by the idea 
of it, or that I knew that.
 
Up until now "the game" of planning and talking Vicki 
into trying something new was all the further it had 
gone. The game of it was the whole thing. Not that I was 
seriously complaining. Everything has to start slowly, 
someplace. And "the game of this" had contributed to 
hour's worth of talk back and forth, always a good 
thing. But a talking match was NOT all I wanted to 
happen. 

However since talking was all that ever happened, I 
figured that would be it, so over time I tried to make 
myself content with the idea of talking about something 
happening one day that probably never would. Thing is, I 
just wasn't all that good at talking myself into that. 
 
Anyway like I said, our talks alone had accounted for 
hundreds of hours of conversation back and forth and 
just as many hard-ons that got enjoyed along the way. 
And truth be known, I'm sure it had been the source of 
more than a few vibrator moments for Vicki when she was 
alone too. LOL The reason I say that is because Al had 
obviously been as instrumental in talking Vicki into 
sharing pictures of herself nude with him finally as I 
had been. 

Lately Vicki had brought up the fact that Al had found a 
surprise moment to walk up, hold her and kiss her, and 
he was still asking, more earnestly now than before, for 
pictures. Vicki told me his marriage bed wasn't all that 
hot anymore and (out of friendship only) "maybe" it 
wouldn't be that bad of an idea if she just gave him a 
few pictures, just because. Since it was just to help Al 
masturbate, he had told her, now that things at home 
were bad, maybe she'd consider it, for his sake. That 
was a new stand for her on his idea and news I didn't 
mind hearing.
 
Long bored with his marriage Al was a player with a 
longer yet history of bedding a lot of ladies behind 
their husband's backs. Openly sharing with Vicki who and 
how many and how it had happened with so and so had 
allowed them to share a special sexually oriented 
friendship, without any actual sparks between them, for 
years now. 
 
Vicki was blonde, really good looking. She was long 
legged, 5'10," and like I said, she had one hell of a 
body. Attributes not lost on a man that would fuck about 
any lady that looked good to him. So Al had been after 
Vicki most of the time they'd known each other to add 
her to his conquest list, but that had never happened. 
As the years had passed however the constant flirting 
and asking to get sexual with Vicki had desensitized her 
hard stance on anything at all happening with regards to 
him. 

It was still NO to lovemaking, but the harm of letting 
Al see her nude, especially if it was just a picture to 
"help him out," was not as bad as it once seemed to her. 
Maybe one can attribute that to the insecurities people 
in general face as they age. After twenty some years of 
marriage it's good to hear and be made to feel like 
you've still "got it." 

Maybe it was just the constant chipping away of "what 
harm can it do" from Al, and even me? Maybe it's just 
how one's views of things change over time. Whatever it 
was doing it, he had asked for years for Vicki to be 
more adventuresome, and gotten nothing for it, and it 
was Vicki now that was asking me if it was Ok that she 
do this for him? I wondered who was most convincing to 
her that it really was a no harm crime to do this, me or 
him? 
 
In the end run however, did it matter? As a man who 
craves seeing his woman appreciated by the looks of men, 
I can't say I hated her finally changing her mind.
 
But anyway back to this story. 
 
So to help you picture this better...Vicki was standing 
next to the bed. Her arms were raised up towards the 
ceiling and her wrists were gently tied to the top 
canopy rail of our four poster bed with loops of soft 
yarn. I'd taken and printed a stack of pictures already, 
some in poses on the bed and by the window on the 
loveseat, and a couple standing up like this. I had 
along the way been lightly caressing Vicki in all the 
right spots that I knew would get her heater going for 
what was about to happen. 
 
Just then we heard the doorbell ring. I told her Al was 
here and I'd be right back with him. At that she began 
protesting, not heavily though. He was supposed to get 
just pictures of her. But like this, totally nude, tied 
up, he could do just anything! The protest came out more 
like "whoa wait a minute, we still have time to rethink 
this, we probably shouldn't do this, right?" More of the 
type of rhetorical, self-assurance thing than it was NO, 
I'M NOT GONNA DO THIS!!! So, I just gave her a quick 
smile and said I'd be right back. Vicki didn't try to 
stop me.
 
I took off downstairs with a few of the naughtier 
pictures in hand to "casually" lay on the kitchen 
counter to see if they'd catch his attention before 
going upstairs. 
 
When Al came in I invited him to have a seat at the 
breakfast bar. He pulled back a bar stool and sat down. 
I asked him if he wanted a beer. I had laid the pics in 
a neat pile down the bar a ways but still close enough 
where he could easily see the top one from where he sat.
 
"Sure, why not? It's five o'clock somewhere," he said 
smiling. 
 
I stalled around with my head buried in the fridge for 
longer than I needed too hoping he'd find and begin 
looking at the pictures. When I finally brought him his 
beer he was already looking intently at each one of the 
pictures in turn. 
 
After a few long, heavy pulls on his beer bottle to 
quiet his jitters, he seemed more relaxed. Men don't 
admit to other men that they have jitters that need 
quieting in situations like this. Men are waaay too 
macho to admit something like seeing a naked woman being 
in front of them bothers them in a bad way, but 
sometimes it does. Especially if it's nude pictures of 
another man's wife and he's the one that's showing them 
to you!! LOL Finally he just said it. 

"Holy shit, these pictures of Vicki are hot!! Man I'd 
never leave this house, or the bedroom, if I was in your 
shoes." To me...hearing that assessment of how another 
man thought my wife looked...music to my ears.
 
"Sooooo, got anymore pictures like these?" Al asked.
 
"Not yet," I said, "but c'mon, I have a surprise for 
you. We talked about you being in some of the pictures 
yourself, so let's go take some with you in them. OK?"
 
At hearing that Al moved like a man taking speed. He was 
off the bar stool and headed into the living room before 
I even got out of the kitchen and around the breakfast 
bar to lead the way.
 
I walked past Al to show him we were going upstairs and 
took the lead up the stairs. When we walked into the 
master bedroom, Al came to an abrupt stop like he'd just 
ran into an invisible glass wall. Staring, he acted like 
he was in shock at seeing Vicki standing there totally 
nude, tied up, about 6 feet or so in front of us. 
 
Al had asked too and tried too about a million and half 
times, but Vicki had never allowed him to see even so 
much as an entire boob in 20 years of them being 
friends. LOTS of cleavage maybe, but that was it. Once 
he almost got his hand onto her breasts, down the neck 
of a low cut top, but the timing was wrong, or rather 
the place was. Vicki stopped him, and it didn't happen. 

Now however he was 6 feet away, looking at something he 
had only dreamed about seeing for over two decades. 
Vicki... completely nude and no hands free to stop him! 
Now there he stood, slowly nodding his head and not 
believing it himself. He was smiling like a schoolboy 
peeping thru a locker room door keyhole at the girl's 
gym class. It was fun watching him.
 
I just said, "Pretty nice, huh?" 
 
He immediately broke into a grin. 
 
"Well, duh... hell yeah!! A totally naked woman with a 
body as hot as your wife's is, who's standing in front 
of me tied up with her hands stretched up towards the 
ceiling showing me everything is kind of exciting. 
'Pretty nice' is pretty much an understatement, wouldn't 
you say?" Al said smiling. 
 
All three of us laughed at that one.
 
"Take a second Al, look at these other pictures we took 
before you got here," I said. "No hurry just yet, 
right?"
 
"I guess not," Al said. "Looks like she's a bit tied up 
at the moment and not going anywhere. What have you got 
there?"
 
That comment brought a laugh out of all three of us. 
Laughing and joking back and forth now, the three of us 
began looking at the photos I'd just taken. 
 
I had been very explicit about the poses and areas I had 
taken pictures of and since Vicki assumed that these 
hottest ones were probably for just her and I, she 
hadn't objected. Seeing now that wasn't the case and 
hearing the comments and compliments Al was making, 
Vicki was definitely showing her embarrassment. However, 
while she was showing her embarrassment, she was also 
glowing. Vicki was enjoying his compliments about 
herself as much as I was.
 
Every picture or two Al would say, "Jesus that's hot. 
Can I have this one?" And I'd say "sure, if you want 
it." Vicki would nod to give her permission.
 
Of course he wanted "it," I was thinking. He wanted all 
of them. Al had been very open with Vicki about why he 
wanted some of her pictures to do private things with. 
Married with sex readily available or not, most marrieds 
still masturbate anyway. I do. Vicki does often, and 
apparently so did Al. That is what put this idea in our 
minds, sharing pictures of Vicki I mean. It was a 
controlled turn-on for all involved that would last into 
the future for all of us. 
 
Though I've been asked why this idea doesn't bother me, 
my wife being seen or even maybe touched by another guy, 
I guess I see things way differently than most. To me, 
as long as no commitment grows out of it to challenge my 
relationship, no foul. I mean oral sex and intercourse 
can make people who don't even think they're attracted 
to each other bond. But if it's only doing something to 
each other, with hands, that in reality we'd all do to 
ourselves alone anyway with our own hands, then in the 
simplistic view looking at it for what it is, it's 
really nothing more than allowing someone else, to 
masturbate you.

There's not a man in this world that would disagree with 
that statement if it came right down to it. Even men, or 
women, who claim they don't masturbate themselves are 
VERY quick to allow someone else to masturbate them on 
dates, or in bed. So, letting someone else touch you, 
turn you on, is little more than letting someone else do 
to you what you do to yourself, or won't do to yourself, 
but in the end isn't it the same thing?
 
It's complicated, but if love is between the husband and 
wife, real love, trusted, time-tested love, and 
masturbation is for fun and that's all, then things that 
insecure people could never imagine getting thru 
themselves in their relationships, are apples and 
oranges non-concerns for me.
 
Besides the idea that other men think my wife is so 
desirable that they actually have the nerve to tell her 
they want to masturbate just looking at her pictures, is 
well... wildly complimentary. That really turned me on. 
As any man who has ever let another man see his wife 
nude, it's the comments we get back that makes it worth 
it, way more even than enjoying the looks on their 
faces. A positive comment back, believe it or not, 
offsets any possible jealousy in the situation. Ask any 
man whose married to a photo model or stripper why they 
don't mind strange men seeing their lady naked. They'll 
tell you. 
 
Al would look at the pictures and then back over at 
Vicki standing there. Finally he said, "you know looking 
at just pictures of Vicki is like smelling donuts from 
outside the bakery, when I could just reach over there 
and have one of my own...don't you think?"
 
"Yeah, I know. Just warming you up," I kidded. "Why 
don't you go get a donut for real if yah want too. I'll 
grab the camera?"
 
Al was picked carefully. He was PERFECT for this kind of 
fun. Been around Vicki for 20 years but never even 
gotten up to bat, never mind to first base. That told me 
a lot that made me very comfortable with him being the 
right guy for this. Yet he was still as eager as if he 
had never been turned down once. 

Not a terrific looking guy in Vicki's mind so he wasn't 
appealing to her in that way, and to me, that made him a 
non-threat to us. Yet there was still enough appeal to 
the act itself happening, the physical feel of it, that 
despite a lack of attraction to Al the man, per se, the 
idea of a willing man she knew and trusted doing 
something sexual with her had made Vicki wet on more 
than one occasion when we had discussed this in bed. 
 
Like we had both said a dozen times, he was perhaps not 
Vicki's perfect choice for a man to do something sexual 
with, but for avoiding problems between us later on, he 
was the perfect choice for "us."
 
Al didn't have to be told twice. He stepped past me and 
walked to Vicki's right side. He slid his left arm 
around her bare back. His hand rested briefly on her 
bare butt. After lightly squeezing her firm cheeks, he 
moved it up her back and laid it onto her left shoulder 
as if they were just casually standing there in public 
on a street corner. 

He looked at me and I took a perfect photo. Then he put 
his other hand on her tummy and slowly began feeling her 
tight tummy up and down and in circles from her ribcage 
down to her pelvic bones that showed on her hips. 
Another pic!
 
Attractive to Vicki or not, he had been attractive to 
other women in the past. Al seemed practiced and knew 
just how to tease, start slow and to be sensual about 
what he did. The guy had been around the block for 
knowing how to turn a woman on. That was apparent on 
Vicki's face. He could have, I would have, made a grab 
for the boobs, especially after wanting to have hands on 
them for so long, but instead he began slow teasing. 
 
Of course the idea crossed my mind that the slow 
hesitation wasn't all that sensuous, or practiced. 
Perhaps going slow was about 90% making sure I really 
didn't mind after all once I saw what was happening in 
front of me, and so he was going slow for that reason 
until he saw my reaction, but either way it didn't 
matter to Vicki. Slow was working and what worked for 
her was what this was all about.
 
Just then as I was looking at the camera's viewfinder I 
saw Al was just standing there looking down at Vicki's 
face and for just a second they locked eyes.
 
I took another picture at that instant. 
 
Then Vicki blushed and turned her head away from him and 
looked down towards the floor. Looking at her, standing 
there completely helpless in front of both him and me, 
was so intensely exciting I thought I was going to lose 
it. But the irony of what just happened was what really 
got my bells ringing. Vicki was standing there nude, 
with a man she knew in a few minutes would probably be 
making her crazy, his hands already touching her... and 
that didn't make her blush. But when she thought he was 
gonna kiss her in front of me, that did embarrass her. 
The shyness of that reaction in her was crazy sexy in 
its irony. Another picture.
 
Still facing away from him, Al reached around and put 
his right hand to the side of Vicki's face and turned 
her head to face him so he could find her lips with his, 
which she reluctantly did. With his eyes closed, he 
proceeded to kiss her forehead and cheeks, then back to 
her ear and then down to the nape of her neck, very 
gently. Then I watched as he covered her mouth with an 
open kiss. 

Vicki's eyes were closed now. The camera flash surprised 
them both back into opening their eyes momentarily, but 
they closed again as they got lost in the moment. As he 
kissed Vicki his other hand went up to her left breast 
and he started gently massaging and squeezing her boob. 
I was smiling. I liked it. Vicki's low moans of pleasure 
said liked it. Another Kodak moment... but I was missing 
it!
 
Dang! I had to start remembering to remind myself... 
pics... take pics now... then I could look at all of it 
as it happened... later! Miss the pics now, no memories 
of it later to look at. This was mesmerizing, but I had 
to remember what I was doing.
 
He then moved his hand on down to her bush. Watching him 
hold her, kiss her and gently feel her as she stood 
there completely helpless was making come true what was 
for more years than I could count now, a fantasy I 
thought I'd never see happen in real life. It was 
numbingly sexy. I was almost paralyzed just watching it 
all happening in front of me. I can only imagine what Al 
was feeling.
 
And the dialog was everything I had ever expected. Al 
was giving me everything I wanted out of this moment. He 
complimented Vicki's nipples, her breasts, her way of 
kissing him, how sexy her tongue was, how tight her body 
was, how soft and smooth her skin was, how wet she was, 
how he loved her full natural bush, how hard she was 
making his cock get inside of his jeans. This is what it 
is all about for men like me - moments like this - I 
thought.
 
It made me want to forget all about pictures and 
immediately untie Vicki and move all this to the bed so 
both of us could finish with her at the same time. But I 
didn't. I knew that would ultimately ruin the 
experience. That is what I wanted to do for myself, not 
have him included. That was not what this was about... a 
threesome. In fact I did not want a threesome, ever, 
with him or any other man, and honestly I had admitted 
that to myself long ago. 

I'd never be happy letting another man, any man, 
actually ever penetrate my woman. Fantasies tend to run 
wild in one's mind, but those are fantasies for myself, 
this was about touching, ONLY, for Vicki. Pictures. And 
THAT was all.
 
I'm glad I didn't blurt anything out that was running 
thru my mind at that moment. It would have turned into 
an "I told you so" moment from Vicki and ruined 
everything. I had made the mistake of letting my 
fantasies run wild when I shared them with Vicki too 
many times before. 

I'd tell her the flash thoughts that ran thru my mind in 
the course of a particular fantasy exponentially growing 
and evolving in my mind, but those were not things I'd 
ever do, just imagination running wild. But inevitably 
Vicki took what I said as fact and proof that I wanted 
her to do them for real. Instead of that making her want 
to stick her toes into it and try something new, get 
involved, she simply panicked and backed out because she 
thought that I TRULY wanted those things to happen for 
real and then everything shut down, including her. 

This time, even though my mind was again off to the 
races, I knew what this was about and what I 
specifically DIDN'T want to happen, and that was for 
this to end up three on a bed. Finally I was learning to 
think and not just speak. Had I done that long ago, 
mentioned just a little and see where it went, I'd not 
have scared Vicki from trying anything. 

As my soul mate I know she'd have followed me into some 
of those things, if I had just laid out just enough to 
interest her into trying it rather than get so out there 
with fantasy and details it scared her. Not again I 
resolved. Live and learn.
 
Snapping out of that daydream I remembered I had 
pictures to take and I didn't want to miss a thing.
 
When I started l paying attention again Al was still 
playing with Vicki's bush with his fingertips, but he 
was now beginning to work his fingers and hand slowly to 
get them further between her tightly clinched thighs to 
get to their intended target. It was so obvious Vicki 
was boiling hot sexually it wasn't funny. 

I know exactly what her body language means by now and 
it was extremely obvious to me, if not Al too, that 
Vicki had already cum at least once simply having her 
boobs played with. But still the morally old-fashioned 
thoughts that she couldn't let anyone but a man she 
actually loved get to her pussy hadn't disappeared 
entirely, so she persisted in making it difficult for Al 
to get there.
 
Finally with a small look of frustration on his face Al 
moved his mouth away from Vicki's and just stood looking 
into her face as if to say what the heck? It was obvious 
how embarrassed she was at seeing this look. She tried 
to hide her face, turn her body, and writhe away. There 
she was wanting it...but acting like she didn't want it. 
A real pleasure for both me and Al to watch this 
struggle, this reality, tugging at her. 
 
Not wishing to push too hard, too fast, and ruin it all 
I said, "AL, I need to talk to you for a second." This 
would be a good time to take a break. I knew we needed 
to stop here, in order to continue. 
 
"Right now?" Al asked.
 
"Yeah, come here," I said and we both walked out of the 
room leaving Vicki standing there alone.
 
"What the fuck yah doing? I was so close," Al snapped at 
me.
 
"This not about YOU being close," I snapped back. 
 
"This is about pictures for you later and fun for Vicki 
and I now. I want her to want it to happen, not have it 
forced on her," I said. "I know her. The way to do this 
is to let her just stand there, wet... hot and thinking 
about what she just stopped herself from getting, just 
as it was on the verge of happening. Until Vicki is 
ready on her own, Vicki isn't gonna be ready. I want it 
to play on her mind a minute. I want her to realize that 
if she stops you, and she then sees you're not gonna 
force it, it won't happen. 

"She'll lose a moment that may never happen but once, 
and know she lost it because of herself. In other words 
if this don't happen, this close to it happening a first 
time, it's all on her. I want her to realize that on her 
own. Everyone gets disappointed because she stopped it, 
her friend, me and ultimately herself. Yak understand? 

"By the time we walk back in there in a second, maybe 
her own body's needs and the mixture of her own common 
sense and eroticism will have overridden the no's, said 
to stop basically what she really wants to happen, and 
she'll let you go ahead and touch her there. OK?"
 
"If you say so. Sounds complicated but I guess you know 
her best," Al smiled back at me. I knew he understood 
what I was saying perfectly.
 
"Oh and by the way," I added. "Not inside... OK?"
 
"What do you mean not inside?" Al asked.
 
"You know what I mean. No fingers inside of Vicki. Just 
on her lips and no more. Her clit is even more sensitive 
than her nipples. That you can touch, but not inside of 
her...today. This is just for pictures, nothing 
more...today. OK?"
 
Al shot me a look like yeah, right and I wasn't sure if 
he'd pay attention to me or not, but I had told him. 
Then he said over his shoulder as we were going back 
into the bedroom, "what if she wants me too?" He didn't 
wait for an answer. I knew he didn't want one. He was 
just telling me to be prepared. If Vicki let him...he 
fully intended to do it, and he wanted me to know it.
 
After those few properly placed seconds of backing off 
had elapsed to allow the mood to change inside of 
Vicki's mind, we went back into the bedroom. Al walked 
over to Vicki and resumed where he had left off but much 
more slowly yet than before. 
 
I was taking pictures now like it was my job.
 
Al nibbled on Vicki's ears and neck as his hands freely 
caressed both of her boobs. He played with, pinched, 
rolled and teased her nipples and I could tell from how 
Vicki was shifting her weight back and forth from foot 
to foot and how it was her seeking out his mouth to kiss 
him now, that she was signaling she got it finally, and 
that now she was "ready." Al had picked up on her 
changed body language as fast as I had, but he kept 
avoiding moving his hand down on her just yet, teasing 
her.
 
Finally and almost as if I had told him "NOW," his one 
hand began trailing down her tummy and back into Vicki's 
bush. This time Vicki stood on her tiptoes and had her 
feet apart, awaiting for the touch her body wanted now. 
Both had teased all they could stand and now it was both 
that wanted more. 
 
His fingers ran thru Vicki's hair and then as I clicked 
away, I watched to see if he'd stay on Vicki's clit and 
go no further, but he didn't even hesitate as he slid 
his big hand in-between her thighs and found the spot 
where his fingers could enter her. The gasp from Vicki's 
lips told me he had found my lover's hole. Her lack of 
protest, despite the conversations we'd had about this 
where she had assured me completely that she would not 
allow him to do that had apparently gone right out of 
the window.
 
Al had very big hands. Perhaps genetics or maybe the 
years of being an ironworker had made them that way, but 
whatever, his hands were larger than the average guy's 
and his suntanned fingers were thick and long. Vicki had 
commented on them before. It seemed to intrigue her 
wondering how such big, tanned hands would look and feel 
covering her breasts, touching her all over. 

I knew once they were on her, her own fantasies would 
kick in about them touching her and so I guess I should 
have expected that when the moment came perhaps she'd 
not stick to her "lips only" rule herself. But I had 
done my part and told Al how it was supposed to be. 

There's an old saying that the best battle plans are 
only good until the first shot is fired, then everything 
changes as it goes. I was partially prepared for that to 
happen and now that it had, I can't honestly say I was 
all that committed to stopping it either. If Vicki said 
yes to it, who was I not to go along with that?
 
To be honest I had thought about "what if he goes inside 
of her?" myself and maybe because I was a typical man 
who had a kinky side, I was hoping a little bit that he 
would. I mean I knew his fingers would pleasure Vicki 
very well once they had been given the chance to do so. 
His middle finger alone was bigger than some vibes we 
had seen in a sex shop while shopping for one for Vicki. 
From the look on Vicki's face when his middle finger 
entered her, I was right... big enough to feel good! 
 
At this point things changed in the room. This wasn't 
just a naughty picture taking session any longer that I 
had envisioned anymore. The reservations Vicki had when 
we discussed this were now long gone and this was now 
every bit as much her fantasy playing out, as it was 
mine.
 
When Al first slid his finger inside of Vicki as far as 
he could slide it in, Vicki gasped and raised even 
further up on her tip toes. She was no longer 
embarrassed about kissing Al in front of me. They were 
kissing now almost feverishly I guess you'd say. Even 
though Vicki's arms were tied above her making her 
movements less fluid, she was still trying to be as 
passionate as she could be, armless. They both were 
first angling their heads to the right, then quickly 
back to the left to get to each other's mouth and 
tongues better. It was hot to watch. 

Al's other hand was alternately on first one boob, then 
the other, squeezing them, almost mauling them. He was 
not being nearly as gentle with them as I he was at 
first, and if anything from her responses Vicki liked it 
like this better than a more gentle approach. At least 
she did at that moment. I had always felt I should be 
gentle with her breasts implants, like I could hurt them 
in some way if I was too rough. Obviously it didn't hurt 
them to be rougher. Mental note for me later. 
 
As my camera clicked, Vicki and Al stood there in front 
of me making all three of us in the room hot. Vicki's 
feet were apart further now. Al's right hand was between 
her thighs and from the movement of his muscled forearm 
it would have been clear to a blind man he was earnestly 
finger fucking Vicki now. 

His other hand and arm was around the small part of her 
back steadying her, and his mouth was nuzzling and 
kissing first one breast, then the other one. On her 
tip, tip, tip, tiptoes now, Vicki's butt was ever so 
slightly humping air like I'd watched my pet Sheltie 
Jake do so many times. That thought brought a quick 
smile. In almost shotgun fashion I could see Vicki 
shuddering with one aftershock cum after another.
 
The sounds and smell of sex filled the room as Vicki and 
Al moaned together at what was happening - and pictures 
- the sounds of the camera's shutter taking lots more 
pictures was all the sensations in the world I was aware 
of. 
 
I knew at some point Al himself would be who got carried 
away and therefore he'd be the one responsible for 
ending this, and finally he was. All along he had been 
standing in such a way that his pelvis was against her 
left hip as he played and nursed and kissed Vicki. He 
had been dry humping her practically nonstop the whole 
time. Now he was telling Vicki he was so close to 
cumming himself that he needed to have her get his cock 
out and hold it to help him finish, and do it NOW!! He 
was going to untie her hands so she could take it out 
and...
 
It was then that I heard myself saying, "Ah, Al... not 
gonna happen buddy. Sorry, but this isn't going that 
far. If Vicki gets untied, or you even reach for a 
zipper or a button on your own clothes, this ends."
 
At that moment I'm not sure why I didn't take another 
picture of the both of them. That way at least I could 
have looked at it later to see who was the most 
surprised, Vicki or Al? 
 
Up until that very moment, Vicki might have wanted to 
believe me when I told her "I" would be who stopped how 
far it went, but she didn't. Deep down she was positive 
that if she gave me an inch indeed I'd push for that 
extra mile, and before it was over I'd be begging for Al 
to ball her half to death on the bed, or on a bale of 
straw someplace whether she wanted him too or not. But 
stop it there, I did.
 
Then I looked back at Al. He was still just standing 
there, mouth open, quizzical look on his face as if to 
say, why are you telling me she won't be allowed to help 
me, after I made your old lady cum so many times even 
she's lost count, and I did so at YOUR request?
 
"Sorry Al, but I told you, you weren't going the places 
here today that you thought you were," I said to him. 
"This was about Vicki and I exploring something new. I 
told you that, clearly, but you didn't think it was 
really gonna work out like that. I wasn't lying."
 
He just stood there thinking of what to say back, but I 
continued, "I, we, wanted you to be a part of this 
because you're an old time friend and one who's paid his 
dues to get here, do this, with your old friend. But, 
she's MY old time lover, and MY old time friend too and 
MY old time everything to me woman. We have loved each 
other, a long time. That trumps JUST friends. 

This was meant to be fun... pictures, nothing more, and 
we specifically chose you to be included in this. 
Remember that. Now, if this was fun, and you EVER do 
want to be a part of something like this with Vicki and 
I again, I, we, would like you to be happy that you 
finally got to go this far, and not forever blow it by 
complaining." 
 
I was doing my best to show Al he only had two options. 
He could take it ONLY as far as WE wanted it to go and 
be grateful and gracious by accepting that, and if he 
did he might be allowed to do this again. OR, he could 
push it now, and this would his only time.
 
I wish Vicki had made that clear to him herself, but she 
had not. That might have been better said to him by a 
friend, but since she had not made it crystal clear, I 
felt I had too.

Now as I looked back over the last few minutes I was 
figuring out why Vicki hadn't been such a stickler on 
setting rules for Al. When it came down to stopping Al 
from having his finger inside of her, Vicki had done the 
inviting for him to do it as much as if she's said it 
out loud. 

Vicki may have accused me of being the one who'd go too 
far, but she knew when it was time and she was into it, 
she'd be the one who set the limits, and in this case, 
there weren't any. The joke was on me, I thought. Twenty 
years and I'm still being surprised by Vicki. I knew 
we'd discuss this later, but not now. 

Back to Al again I went on, "We'll get together again, 
sometime, trust me, and we'd like you to know you are 
the ONLY man we'd like to be here. So please, can't we 
all just take it for what it is, this time, and not 
leave here mad? Perhaps next time you'll get what you 
want right this second, and maybe more, who's to say 
right now, but not this first time. OK?"
 
Saying those things as nicely as I could while still 
leaving a fantasy foot in the door for him mentally for 
a 'next time' broke the mood well. What might have ended 
badly, ended entirely differently between us all. But 
the idea he had of what he "might" get to do next time 
was all it was, an idea. This was not going to involve 
him doing anymore next time, or anytime, than he was 
allowed to do with Vicki today.
 
I reached up and untied Vicki's hands, and a when I did 
Vicki stood there rubbing her wrists for a moment. At 
times the yarn, soft as it was, had supported nearly her 
full weight on shaky knees. Then she stepped forward, 
reached over on her own and she stroked Al's still hard 
cock thru his jeans for a moment or two. Then she let go 
and put her arms around his neck. As she pressed her 
body against his, they kissed a short kiss. Then Vicki 
almost whispering asked, "we still OK, Al? Still 
friends?"
 
"Sure we are," Al said. "Only now we're better friends 
yet. I had a GREAT time today. I got to live out a dream 
I thought would never happen. I hope one day we can do 
this again."
 
Vicki smiled back and him and said, "Always the 
gentleman, aren't you? In return for being sweet you'll 
get paid back one of these days. What is it they say? 
What goes around, comes around? Today was my first time 
doing this. Next time... who knows? OK?"
 
Then Vicki came over to me and we kissed each other. At 
the same time we both whispered in each other's ear, 
"thanks...I love you." It was the most sexy part of the 
day for me.
 
I wish he hadn't, but Al broke the mood by suddenly 
asking in a really cheery voice, "So, let's see those 
pictures you just took." And so for the next hour or so 
we had a few beers, printed and divided up who got what 
pictures, and generally had a good time together, 
without anymore sex. 
 
***

So that's basically what happened. Oh, and yes we did 
have a "soon." Not right away and not under the same 
circumstances, but we all did have a "soon." In fact 
there were two occasions when something happened. One 
with all of us there and once when I wasn't. I'm Ok with 
the one time I wasn't. It wasn't a planned thing behind 
my back despite what some of you might be thinking. 
 
Here's what happened.
 
I was sitting in my La-Z-Boy watching a football game. 
It was a couple of days before Christmas and Vicki had 
been out doing some last minute Christmas shopping for 
herself, and also grabbing a few last minute things for 
Lisa, he daughter, because she had asked her mom if 
she'd do that while she was working. 

Anyway I heard the back door from the garage open and in 
came Vicki. She dumped a pile of bags of things she'd 
bought out of her arms onto the kitchen table and then 
came walking in briskly to the living room. As soon as 
she got into the living room she picked up the remote 
and turned off the game.
 
"Hey," I said, "Whatchah doin'? I'm watching that?"
 
Vicki didn't say a word. She just reached out and took a 
hold of my hand and almost pulled me out of the 
recliner. "Let's go to bed," she said and lead me into 
the bedroom by the hand. I was almost trotting to keep 
up.
 
"What's going on?" I asked. But Vicki didn't answer me. 
Once in the bedroom she unbuckled my belt, unsnapped my 
jeans and unzipped them and then pulled them down on my 
hips until they fell to the floor by themselves. Then 
she started undressing herself. I was smiling ear to ear 
and kept asking "what's going on?" but Vicki just looked 
at me and smiled and kept saying, "I'll tell you in a 
minute."
 
Finally we were both naked and in bed. Vicki started 
kissing me and playing with my dick and it was getting 
harder and harder. Between kisses I kept asking" what's 
gotten in to you... what's going on?"
 
In just a few minutes I was rock hard. Vicki mounted me 
and once on top I could feel her reaching between our 
bodies until she had my cock in her hand. I felt her 
rubbing the head of it between her wet lips, and then I 
felt it slide into the wettest pussy I had felt in that 
bed in a long time. As soon as it slid in she wiggled 
her butt a little and gave it two quick humps to make 
sure I was buried in her to the hilt, and then she just 
stopped moving and laid there on top of me pressing her 
pelvis down against mine hard, and smiling at me.
 
Then she said, "Ask me how my day went shopping?"
 
I did, and this is the story I heard.
 
They had ran into each other accidentally on the parking 
lot while Vicki was at the mall. It wasn't planned, it 
just happened. After a yell at her to get her attention 
Al motioned her over to his truck. Vicki went over to 
say hi and they ended up sharing what was to be a few 
minutes sitting together in his truck talking. 

With the ice already broken with the picture thing and 
all, within seconds of Vicki getting into the truck Al 
had reached over, kissed her lightly on the cheek and as 
he did that, he started gently squeezing and feeling her 
tits through her blouse. Then he unbuttoned it. 

Vicki said she was a bit startled at his bravery in such 
a public place, but though she knew she probably should 
stop him, the situation was so controlled and safe 
because of how public the parking lot was, she didn't. 
When he had completely unbuttoned her blouse Al slid his 
hand easily and quickly into it and down into a bra cup. 
Vicki told me it was almost nonchalant the way it ended 
up there. 
 
Vicki said she gave a nervous look around at the parking 
lot to make sure no one was watching. Seeing no one 
around at all close by she allowed him to go ahead and 
fully unbutton it.
 
Anyway Vicki said it was all so smooth and matter of 
fact how it happened that she started to realize that Al 
was turning her on, and fast. Then she closed her eyes 
and rode me a little faster, but said nothing more right 
then.
 
"Go on with your story honey. This is getting good," I 
heard myself saying. "And don't stop fucking me while 
you talk."
 
Vicki went back to telling me how Al had just casually 
reached over and unbuttoned her blouse and slid his 
hands into her bra cups as if they were his tits to play 
with. Then apparently he decided that wasn't enough so 
he one handedly unfastened her front-clasp bra. Then he 
pulled it down and out of the way to free both of her 
"D's" to his touch and view. 

Both of Vicki's boobs were now completely bare and her 
blouse totally wide open. Vicki said she had reached up 
to move his hand, or close the blouse, something, but Al 
had taken a hold of her hand and put it back in her lap 
without missing a beat conversationally. Vicki said she 
didn't try to stop him again. 
 
Vicki said she did however keep a lookout herself to see 
if anyone was parked close by and watching. Together her 
and I had always been this open sexually with showing 
and playing with her breasts in public or semipublic 
places, so it felt so natural to have them exposed in 
public that when Al started doing it, it didn't freak 
her out. Besides, although Al could see both of them, he 
told her coat prevented anyone else on the parking lot 
from seeing them. 
 
That left only seeing them through the front window to 
worry about. After turning sideways in her seat to face 
him, that took care of that. As far as being comfortable 
with Al seeing them, it wasn't like he hadn't already. 
And Vicki said she was getting so hot, frankly she 
didn't care what he or anyone else could see.
 
When pressed for details about what happened next, Vicki 
said he had leaned over towards her and began gently 
cupping and massaging each of her breast with both of 
his hands now, and he had played with her nipples 
especially. She admitted the way he matter-of-factly 
took command of her boobs, playing with them as if they 
were his to play with, that though she was talking and 
not acting like it was bothering her, she REALLY liked 
how he was playing with her and it was making the crotch 
of her jogging pants soaking wet and she knew it. 

At one point he had leaned over further and sucked each 
nipple for just a second, then blew his breathe lightly 
over her wet nipples. He liked seeing them rock hard, he 
said.
 
Every now and then when Vicki recounted a particularly 
hot detail she'd stop talking for a bit, close her eyes, 
and fuck me faster.
 
"What did you think when he wet your nipples and blew on 
them to make them hard?" I asked. "Did you like that?"
 
"I don't know why," Vicki said, "but that was really 
sexy when he did that and then told me why."
 
That rush of flirty intimacy had prompted Vicki to scoot 
over some on the truck seat to get closer to him and 
then she put her hand on Al's thigh. Nothing crazy she 
said, just an open palm on his thigh. Close to his dick 
but not on it, just slowly sliding it up and down his 
leg and massaging his thigh muscle. Al told her between 
her boobs and her hand rubbing his thigh she was giving 
him a better hard-on than his wife had given him in 
years. 

Though that's the kind of thing all guys would say and 
Vicki knew it, she still liked hearing it. Vicki went on 
to say Al had tried several times to take her hand from 
his thigh and move it over onto his hard dick so she 
could feel it, but she had not done that. 
 
Almost apologetically Vicki said she hadn't meant 
climbing into his pickup after running into him to turn 
into a tease. It just happened they were both there and 
she got in to talk a bit and things just unfolded very 
quickly, with his hand in her blouse and all. And though 
it was nice for her, she had not meant for it not to be 
nice for him too. 

She admitted she was mostly into what was happening to 
her and thinking what a nice surprise it was in her day 
to be made so hot so fast, so unexpectedly, and how it 
was pretty cool to know that as "an old married woman" 
she had given him a hard-on so fast. She never really 
thought about Al much in all of that except to tell 
herself he was having a nice time too just like it was.
 
Some "old married woman" I said smiling. Even if I 
didn't love you, you'd still be the hottest, most 
beautiful woman I ever knew, at any age.
 
"You're just saying that," Vicki chided me.
 
"Yep," I said. "just like I did twenty years ago... 
yesterday... the day before that..."
 
That earned me a kiss and then for a long moment or two 
the story stopped and we fucked each other like it was 
our first date.
 
Then I caught what Vicki had said a minute before. I 
moved my head to look into her face and asked her why 
she mentioned she was apologetic for getting into his 
truck and things seeming like it was a tease?
 
Vicki had told me several times in bed since the picture 
taking session that it bothered her to not have "given 
back" that day in the bedroom...just to be fair. She 
owed him that as a friend, she said, but she had always 
indicated that actually touching another man's (other 
than mine) stiff, bare cock was a big step for her.

Knowing how Vicki thinks, I know she genuinely felt that 
way. So I absolutely believe she wasn't in that truck 
cheating for the sake of wanting him to fuck her. If 
handling a man's bare cock is a problem, then she wasn't 
thinking about fucking him. 
 
"OK, so where did the idea that you were teasing him 
come from?" I asked again.
 
 "Al called me a tease," Vicki said. "At first it made 
me mad and I moved away from him and stopped him from 
touching my boobs, but as I did he went on and on about 
it."
 
"What did he say?" I asked.
 
"He said I was selfish," Vicki said. "That I had told 
him I felt bad that I didn't give back, but when I had 
the chance, I wouldn't. He said when my hands were tied 
he wondered what it would be like when they weren't. He 
had fantasized about being touched back and that I had 
told him I didn't feel good about it not 'being even' 
before and what was all that 'what goes around, comes 
around' bullshit about? Lies? Apparently I was more into 
using guys, teasing them, than anything else."
 
"That really hurt me," Vicki went on to say. "I was so 
mad I couldn't see straight. But the more he said, the 
more it began to hit me...he was right."
 
"He wasn't right to say that," I said in defense of 
Vicki. I held her a little tighter and ground my pelvis 
against hers as we continued to fuck each other.
 
"Oh yes he was," Vicki shot back. "I might not have 
liked hearing it, but he was right. I was willing to let 
him please me and make me hot for the second time, but I 
had my hand an inch away from giving back to him, like I 
had self-righteously told myself I would do 'next time', 
if there was a next time, yet when the time came to do 
it, I didn't do it on purpose. I just sat there content 
with him doing that to me, but doing nothing back. I had 
my hand on his leg. 

"I made sure I stopped sliding it any further in that 
direction when I was just an inch or two from his cock, 
on purpose. I was looking right at his dick. I saw it 
was hard and sticking up so I knew EXACTLY where the 
head of it was in his pants, and I purposely moved my 
hand right up next to it but made sure I stopped before 
getting to it. 

"I watched him raise his butt off the seat in 
anticipation even when I got close to it, but I refused 
to go ahead and touch it even after he asked me too 
several times. I was teasing him."
 
"What did you do?" I asked.
 
"I apologized to him," said Vicki. "And then I told him 
it wasn't my intention to tease him. It was just the 
opposite, and it had really bothered me it was all one-
sided before."
 
Then Vicki told me she scooted back across the bench 
seat in the pickup and right next to Al this time. She 
leaned over and lightly kissed Al's cheek to calm him 
down, and again said she was sorry.
 
"So, what happened then?" I asked.
 
Vicki began slowly (not looking into my face) and she 
said, "As I was kissing Al I reached down and finally 
put my hand on his cock in his jeans. I felt really bad 
that he thought I was teasing him. I began rubbing and 
playing with it in his jeans until it got really hard 
again and then when he asked me to do it again.

I used both hands and I unzipped him and I took it out 
of his pants. He calmed down and his mood changed almost 
as soon as I did that. He had one arm around me now 
since I was sitting so close, and he put his other hand 
back into my blouse and back onto my right breast and he 
started gently squeezing it again and I started to jack 
him off."
 
"Does it embarrass you to admit that to me?" I asked. 
"It shouldn't honey. We talked about all of this... a 
lot of times. You know how I feel about that. It was 
bound to happen when you get into something like this 
with another guy, sooner or later.

"I knew it bothered you not giving back the other time 
and so I've known all along eventually if you meant 
that, it was just a matter of time until his cock was 
going to get played with. You know I must have known 
that when I didn't immediately say, "oh know you don't, 
you're never gonna do that," didn't you? I swear to you 
I'm not mad sweetheart. I love you." 

Try as I might I was sure her admission of this was 
gonna make me cum. I tried everything...thinking of 
other things momentarily even and the rush of wanting to 
cum right then faded.
 
"I know all of that," Vicki said. "It's just that I have 
never done anything like that before and I guess I kind 
of wasn't completely sure how you'd take hearing it that 
I had done it."
 
"Honey," I said. "Where are you? You're in my bed, 
talking to me, fucking me, being honest. Right? I trust 
you with my life. WE decided Al could be with you, not 
me alone or you alone. I've already watched him finger 
fuck you. It was just a matter of time before you held 
his cock. I knew that. If this goes on long enough he'll 
eventually fuck you with it. 

"Maybe with me there, or not, but it will happen and 
you'll not only let him, you'll be holding it then to 
guide it into your pussy. I know it and I think you know 
it. And then, just like now, nothing bad will STILL ever 
happen between us to affect you and I. 

"Telling me you did that to him is why I trust you with 
my life. Secrets hurt, honestly makes yah closer. We've 
talked about all of this many times. The fact you did it 
is well, something we both discussed would probably 
happen at some point, and if there was any problems with 
it I'd have said so by now. OK? I love you."
 
"I know you love me," Vicki said. Then thoughtfully 
Vicki went on to say, "I felt I had to do it, kind of. 
After being called a tease. It was like a challenge to 
me personally, to my character. I had to do it to show 
him I'm not a tease. Do you know what I mean?"
 
"Baby, baby, baby," I said. "Of course I do. I love you. 
I'm glad you told me all of it. Go on with your story."

"But you're wrong," Vicki said, "I'll never let him fuck 
me."

"You sure?" I asked. "He makes you get waaay too hot... 
waaaay too fast to say never, don't he now?" Vicki just 
shyly smiled back at me, but she didn't say anything.
 
Vicki then went on to say, more confidently now, that 
with her sitting so close to him that the angle of his 
hand and arm reaching into her blouse, things in front 
were gaping open much more now than before, so now both 
of her boobs were showing out the front windshield to 
anyone who passed by and looked. 

When she became aware of that, that she was totally nude 
in front of God and everybody, Vicki said she had let go 
of his cock and again tried to move her blouse or coat 
to hide them some, but again he stopped her and told her 
not to do that. 

He liked looking at them as she did that to him, he 
said, and he'd watch out for anyone walking or driving 
by if she'd just let them show. Besides if anyone saw 
such beautiful tits, he'd not care and she shouldn't 
either. If anyone said anything he'd simply tell them to 
mind their own business, they were his wife's tits. So 
she didn't try to hide them again from his view. Vicki 
said instead she kind of kept an eye out herself anyway. 
 
Vicki admitted that she was probably overcompensating 
for just being called a tease, and so she was allowing 
things to happen she normally wouldn't by not covering 
up her boobs in public with him and all, but as long as 
both kept looking around she let him keep on feeling and 
looking at them openly while she jacked him off. Plus 
she kept thinking, maybe he'd cum faster if he could see 
her boobs while she was doing that to him, so she 
allowed it.
 
"What was he saying, doing all this time?" I asked. 
"Every word, and what were you thinking? I want to know 
everything."
 
"Well, every now and then," Vicki said, "I'd look down 
at his cock as I was jacking him off, just to look at 
it. In fact I'm not sure that I ever stopped looking at 
it except for a couple of times when Al took his hand 
off of my boob and used it to move my head up towards 
him so he could kiss me, but then when he'd move his 
hand back to my boob, I'd go back to looking at his dick 
in my hand again. 

"It was smaller than it looked in his jeans. Smaller 
than yours for sure. I'd guess maybe 6" long, not as 
thick in my hand, but very hard. The head of it was 
different looking than yours...smaller...more pointed I 
guess you'd call it. Strawberry shaped is maybe how to 
best describe it. Hard to explain."
 
"Did looking at and holding his cock turn you on more 
than you already was?" I asked. 
 
"It's funny you asked me that," Vicki said, "because I 
remember after he called me a tease, it broke the mood 
for me and I wasn't turned on at all anymore. 

I remember kind of feeling that I had to do this, prove 
something to him, when I scooted over and began rubbing 
it in his pants. But after I got it out and I saw it and 
was holding it, feeling how stiff and hard and hot it 
felt in my hand, and listening to what he was saying to 
me, and seeing what I was doing to him, I began getting 
hot again really quickly. 

I think jacking him off, holding his cock, made me 
hotter than he'd made me get by touching me. Watching 
his reactions, when I had his cock in my hand I felt 
like I owned him, totally controlled him, and that makes 
me hot, if you know what I mean?"
 
Vicki admitted to me that on the way home just thinking 
about how hard his cock felt in her hand, looking at it, 
watching how she had made him spurt his cum out 
everywhere was why she was so hot and wet and so wanting 
to fuck me when she walked into the house. Waaay more so 
than just being played with herself.
 
"I do know what you mean about the feeling of 
controlling someone while you're playing with them or 
fucking them," I said. "So, go on. What did he say while 
you were jacking him off?" I asked.
 
"He told me he loved me and he had for a long time. I 
don't know if that is so, but he said it. Probably 
because he was so hot. He told me I was good at jacking 
him off, better than anyone ever had done it to him. Oh 
and he told me it was sexy looking at my hand on his 
cock and that he wanted to fuck me so badly he could 
taste it. He said he wanted to fuck me about ten times. 
And other than just moaning, I don't think I remember 
anything else he really said," Vicki told me.
 
"So that was it?" I asked.
 
"I think so, yes," Vicki said. "He never stopped playing 
with my boobs... oh he did tell me a dozen times at 
least how he loved my nipples... and how nice and big 
and firm my boobs were. And then I guess after I had 
been jacking him off for maybe a few minutes he suddenly 
said, 'I'm gonna cum now... don't stop' and then he came 
everyplace. So he came pretty fast and I didn't do that 
to him for very long."
 
"Did my lover make Al's little pee-pee cum a whole lot," 
I teased.
 
"Yeah," Vicki said. "I guess I did," she said smiling. 

"Anyway I was watching it when he told me he was about 
to cum and his first spurt shot way out of the end of 
his dick. I have no idea where that went," Vicki said 
laughing. "Then his second one shot out, but not as far 
as the first spurt, and then I could feel it jerking in 
my hand as he came. 

Each time his cock throbbed, cum would come out and ooze 
down onto my hand. Like yours does. I have always liked 
watching cum come out of a man's dick," Vicki said 
smiling. "It was pretty cool watching it, knowing I made 
him do that."
 
"You're naughty," I said kidding. "So did you jerk him 
off the whole time he was cumming or just hold it and 
watch it when he started?" I asked.
 
"I kept jacking him off... just like I do you," Vicki 
said. "I held onto his dick until after he was done and 
it started to go soft in my hand. I asked him if it was 
a good one for him, and he just smiled and laid his head 
back on the seat. Then I asked him if that felt like I 
was teasing him to see what he'd say."
 
"Just like you do me?" I asked kiddingly. "When you jack 
me off you usually go down on me with your mouth to make 
me cum faster. Did you do that to him too?" I asked, 
though I knew better.
 
"NO, I didn't. You know better than that," Vicki said. 
"OK maybe not JUST like I do you, but other than sucking 
him, almost like I do you. OK?"
 
"So what else did he say, about was THAT teasing? And 
what did he say while you jacking him off, all of it," I 
asked?
 
"He told me it was wonderful, just like he'd thought it 
would be, and he asked me to not let go of it for a 
while, looking down and seeing my hand, on his cock, 
looked good and felt good. He said he had wanted to see 
and feel my hand on his dick for a long time and now 
that it was finally there, he just wanted to enjoy it a 
little while longer. Then he said he hoped my hand would 
be on it a lot more in the future."
 
"What did you say to that?" I asked.
 
"I told him I had no intention of ever teasing him 
again," Vicki said. "I told him if we were ever in this 
situation again, there would be no more teasing."
 
"And then he asked me a strange question that might 
interest you," Vicki said with a twinkle in her eye.
 
"What's that?" I asked.
 
"He asked me if your cock was bigger than his? He wanted 
to know the size of your dick. Must be some kind of guy 
thing because I know you was curious about his dick 
size. What's up with that," Vicki asked smiling?
 
"What did you tell him," I shot back.
 
"I told him the truth, that you had the biggest dick I 
had ever had, and he dropped it. Well, later on when 
neither of us were even still talking about it he did 
bring it up again. Out of nowhere he asked me that even 
though your dick was bigger did I think that if he ever 
fucked me, if I'd be satisfied with his? I told him his 
was more than big enough to satisfy any woman, including 
me, and that seemed to kind of make his face light up 
when I told him that."
 
Then things came to a screeching halt. 
 
Some guy on a cell phone pulled into the parking spot 
across from them. He could look right into their 
windshield, and he just sat there talking on his cell 
phone while looking at them and shuffling papers. 
Contractor conducting some business maybe, but whatever 
or whomever, being so constantly watched by the guy on 
the phone switched on the paranoia and that killed the 
mood and things got cut short. 

So that was the extent of that encounter, Vicki said. Al 
quickly put his dick back in his pants, and she slipped 
her bra back up into place and buttoned up discreetly, 
and that was about it.
 
You might call me naive, but with the kind of love we 
have, the kind I told you about above, that is what 
makes me believe in her totally, still. Why? Two 
reasons. One is because I believe in her love, her heart 
and her values. When she got home I was taken into the 
bedroom and fucked within an inch of my life as she told 
me all of this. Al could have easily taken care of her 
after he had made her horny if she had let him. 

The fact that I was inside of Vicki, and he wasn't, was 
all the proof I needed of her being true to me. As long 
as she tells me everything she does when she's not with 
me, while she's in bed with me, I'll be fine with all of 
it. 

In fact if every time is as good as it was today in bed 
after Al got her hot, I hope next time he's a bit braver 
in public while he has her that hot already and takes 
advantage of the fact that she loves to wear jogging 
pants. LOL Now her reaction to that would be something 
to listen too. I've been in them and once she gets hot, 
it's the thing great stories are made of, let me tell 
you! LOL
 
Oh and another reason I believe in Vicki is because I 
know her mentally. How she thinks, and she thinks long 
and hard about everything she does, before she does it. 
The reason it went this far is, though she was aware of 
how hot he'd probably get her, and how hot she knew he'd 
get, in her mind she knew it wouldn't go any further, 
because of where they were when it happened. 
 
Vicki ALWAYS made sure if anything even might happen 
there was a safety valve in place to control what 
happened. With that safety valve in place, why not enjoy 
getting hot, and making him that way? I had asked her 
that question a hundred times. Over time the logic of it 
had sunk in evidentially. Anyway Vicki went on, there, 
in that public place, they were both enjoying a moment 
and yet the place where they were was an airtight 
guarantee nothing more than petting would happen, that 
she didn't want to happen. The perfect scenario.
 
To date Vicki and Al have never been totally and 
completely alone. And that's not coincidental in twenty 
five years of knowing him. It's been on purpose all of 
that time. Vicki is well aware that Al wants to fuck 
her, behind my back or in front of it. Vicki also knows 
she holds all the cards on that ever happening. 

She's told me many times, as long as she controls where 
they are together, public and never private, nothing 
will happen, or can happen. So it don't matter what Al 
wants to do, or how badly he wants to do it. There's no 
threat to being around him, as long as the place is 
always public. 
 
That one fact is what finally convinced her that 
pictures would do no harm. Oh sure we were both aware 
that it would make him perhaps want to fuck her even 
more after seeing her nude body, but then if she made 
sure they were never alone, how could he? 
 
What happened today in that parking lot didn't change 
that. Al had already been with Vicki and seen her nude, 
gotten her hot. No new ground was broken and I knew it. 
If she wanted Al to fuck her, we both know she could get 
that to happen anytime she wanted it too. She knows 
she's free to go anyplace she'd like, including Al's 
place with him secretly today. But we both also know she 
won't do that. That's why I love her and with all of my 
heart; why I believe in her. 
 
All the time this story was being shared Vicki had been 
cumming almost involuntarily every few minutes or so. 
Finally as I held her tight, I felt I couldn't hold back 
anymore and I let my load go deep inside of now drenched 
pussy. I could feel her wetness running down onto my 
thighs and my balls were as wet as Vicki was.
 
As satisfying as it had been, it wasn't the extent of 
our lovemaking that day though. This was a GOOD story. 
One I had enjoyed hearing and one that could be probably 
be shared again and again, each time while making love 
all over again. LOL And twice more that day we did just 
that. 

***
 
Sometime I'll tell you about the only other time we all 
got together and how that went. But I don't have time 
right now. So until then... Oh, and in case you think 
this was just another made up story? You are dead 
wrong!! 100% of this actually happened. The last part 
just 4 days ago.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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