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From: cooch@ndirect.co.uk (cooch)
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Subject: Repost Eleanor (Wife/M+)
Date: Sun, 04 May 1997 11:40:53 +0100
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A story by    cooch@ndirect .co.uk

Eleanor


I joined a local photographic club a few months ago, partly due to an
interest in photography but also to do something and get out of the house
for one evening a week. My wife, Eleanor, and I had got into a bit of a
rut, coming home from work in the evening, dinner, then watching TV for a
few hours before going off to bed. 
The club consisted of about fifteen members of which approximately ten
would turn up for each weekly meeting. Most of the time  would be spent
discussing photography but every two or three weeks we would get a model
in and do some portraits and body poses. Unfortunately we were restricted
to the same two models, neither of whom wanted to do glamour type shots
and, being red blooded males, we were obviously disappointed by this. 
Things changed however after one meeting when we all brought in work that
we had produced over the last few weeks. I had taken some shots of
Eleanor, not nude, but ones that showed glimpses of her breasts by having
the top buttons of her blouse undone, and some others that showed her
stocking tops. I thought I was pretty safe showing these photos as none of
the group had met my wife and Iıd checked with Eleanor before showing them
to make sure she didnıt mind.
The photographs were a real hit with the other members at the meeting and
they were very keen for me to ask Eleanor to come along and model for
them. They stressed that she wouldnıt have to do glamour shots, just the
same type of photos as I had taken of her. I was quite proud that they
thought my wife was so attractive and quite flattered by all the attention
that the photos got. I promised them that I would ask Eleanor that evening
if she was interested.
I was expecting Eleanor to say Œnoı when I asked her. I knew she was quite
happy to model for me, I did in fact have a large number of photos of her
taken over the last couple of years, many of which were a lot stronger
than those that I had taken to the club meeting, but I didnıt think she
would be keen to pose in front of a room full of men, none of whom she
knew.
She surprised me, however, by saying that she would think about it, and
several times over the next couple of days she brought the subject up,
asking me what the other men were like and what sort of photos they wanted
to take.
It was three days later that she finally said that she would like to do
the modelling, so long as I was there too. I was pleased and quite excited
too, the thought of Eleanor posing for my friends was something that I had
been thinking about a lot over the last few days. 
I phoned Gavin, the club organiser, and told him the good news. He told me
to bring Eleanor along to the next meeting and that he would contact the
other members and tell them that they had a new model for the next
meeting. He expected a big turnout to see my wife pose for the cameras.
When I told Eleanor that she had been booked in for the following
Wednesday she was really excited and began planning what she should wear.
We decided on a short navy blue skirt and white top that could be
unbuttoned as I had explained to her that the men would probably want her
to show a bit of cleavage for some of the photos. I also said that they
would also probably like to get a few shots of her long legs, so maybe she
should wear a pair of stockings and give them an occasional flash of
stocking top, just to tease them. 
On the Wednesday evening Eleanor began to get ready about an hour before
we were due to leave. I was quite surprised at the care she was taking, I
noticed that she was wearing her favourite bra and panties, white lace and
very see through, and she had spent a long time with her hair and make up.
She looked beautiful and I was very proud of her as we left to go to the
meeting.
When we arrived I was amazed to see all fifteen of the club members
already there. Gavin came over to us when we arrived and I introduced him
to Eleanor, he then took her off to meet each of the other men in the
room. Judging by the comments they made some of them obviously didnıt
realise that she was my wife. 
Eleanor was eventually led over to the far end of the room where there
were several props for the models, things like chairs, a small table etc,
and the lighting for the shoot, which was  on and giving out a lot of heat
already. Gavin took Eleanorıs coat and there was a murmur of approval and
a couple of whistles as they saw my wife standing in front of the lights
with her short skirt and long legs. She was given a rather large glass of
wine, probably to calm any nerves that she had, I thought, as Gavin ran
through his ideas for the initial poses.
As the rest of us set up our equipment for the shoot, Gavin stood and
chatted to Eleanor, obviously putting her at ease, and filling her wine
glass, his arm draped over her shoulder. 
When we were all ready, it was suggested that we do a few minutes of head
and shoulders shots first, then move onto any poses that we wanted.
Eleanor stood in front of us and turned this way and that as we asked her
to look in different directions for the cameras. We then did a few full
length shots before getting her to sit on one of the chairs, a chair that
belonged at a dining table and gave us great views of Eleanorıs long legs.
Several of the men kept asking her to cross her legs, then cross them the
other way, making her short skirt ride further up her thighs. Eleanor did
nothing to adjust the skirt and soon she was showing the dark band of her
stocking tops.
The men seemed to appreciate this and the skirt rode slightly higher as
she was asked to change her pose every few minutes. I think we all caught
a glimpse of her white thighs above her stockings.
Gavin walked over to my wife and said that he would now like her to undo
her shirt a bit, and, without waiting for her to say anything, undid the
top three buttons. He pulled the shirt open at the collar and all the men
were treated to a view of the tops of Eleanorıs breasts exposed almost
down to her bra. Again they got her to move and twist around and we had
many good opportunities to get shots of her breasts pushing at the white
shirt and her stockings which were now completely on display.
A few minutes later she was told to kneel on the floor. She did this and
was then instructed to lean forward and to put her elbows on the floor in
front of her. When she did this I realised that every man was now taking
photographs straight down my wifeıs shirt, which was gaping open and doing
nothing to hide her breasts which we could see hanging down encased in the
white lace of her bra.
When she sat back up, Gavin told her to undo a couple more buttons. This
made her blouse open to just above her waist. After a few minutes another
guy went forward to Eleanor and actually lifted the shirt apart so that we
could all see her breasts. He also undid the last button and so her shirt
now hung loose down by her sides.
It didnıt take much from there for the men to get my wife to remove her
shirt completely. She now knelt before us with just her bra covering her
breasts and her little skirt seemingly bunched up around her waist. The
men crouched in front of her with their cameras could probably see her
panties too, her skirt was so high.
Eleanor was moved to the table and given another glass of wine, her third
or forth, a lot more than she normally has. At first she was sat on the
edge of the table, then she was told to lean back. Her panties were now on
view to everyone in the room as she stretched back over the table.
It was Gavin who moved forward again and said nothing to her but simply
unclipped her bra. Eleanor actually helped him remove it and her breasts
were now naked in front of us, the nipples sticking out hard and erect.
The cameras started clicking again as all the men took photos of my half
naked wife. They even got her to massage her own breasts and to pinch her
nipples between her fingers and, at one stage, to lift each breast to her
mouth in turn and suck her nipple.
I think that we all realised at this point that Eleanor would do anything
that was suggested. I found the whole scene terribly exciting and  my cock
was hard inside my trousers as I watched these men manipulate my wife.
Within five minutes of having her bra removed, Eleanor was told to take
her skirt off. She stood up facing the cameras and slipped the skirt down
her thighs and stepped out of it. Her small white lacy panties were pulled
tight in between her pussy lips as she gyrated her hips in front of us. 
Gavin stepped forward again and told her that it was time for her panties
to be removed. He knelt down in front of Eleanor and took hold of each
side of the flimsy pants. Iım embarrassed to admit that I actually came in
my boxers as I watched Gavin slide her panties down her legs. At this
point I had to put my camera down and retreat to the toilets to clean up
before the mess soaked through to my jeans.
I was gone about ten minutes and when I returned I was amazed to see that
Eleanor was now naked apart from her stockings and had been laid back over
the table. Her legs were spread obscenely apart and all the men in the
room were crowded around her. Several of the men had their trousers down
and were openly wanking themselves over my wife's body, others were
feeling her breasts, legs and pussy. One man, I think it may have been
Gavin, was busy rubbing her clit and it was probably this which brought
her to a shuddering orgasm. As she came two of the men shot their load
onto her, while others were still taking photos.
As I made my way over to Eleanor the others backed off slightly and I was
able to take hold of her arm and sit her up. I didnıt know quite what to
do but felt I should get my wife out of there. As quickly as possible I
gathered her clothes together and was going to get her dressed again when
Gavin intervened. He said she needed to get cleaned up first before she
got dressed. This was probably true as she had several loads of cum
splattered over her stomach, tits and even in her hair. Again Gavin took
charge and walked a very unsteady Eleanor over to the ladies cloakroom,
taking her clothes with him. I was left to gather up my camera and other
equipment as he disappeared with my wife behind the closed door.
They were gone for over twenty minutes and I wondered what they could be
doing. The other club members had all gone home by this time, most of them
after thanking me for letting Eleanor model for them and saying that they
hoped sheıd do it again.
When Gavin and Eleanor reappeared she seemed to have sobered somewhat,
although she was still very flushed. Gavin said that he would stay on and
clear up and that I should take Eleanor home now and so, after saying
goodnight, we made our way to the car.
When we got home we went straight to bed. I wanted to make love to Eleanor
but she told me not to, that she was too tired. I really wanted to know
what had happened when I had been out of the room and whether Gavin had
done anything with her when he took her off to get dressed, but she
refused to tell me which was very frustrating. She did tell me, though,
that she was going back for another session next Wednesday. I reminded her
that I was going to be away that evening until late, but she said that she
knew that but still wanted to do it. My mind was in turmoil now, I had a
good suspicion that she had let at least one of my friends from the club
fuck her, probably Gavin, but she wouldnıt admit it, and she was going
back again without me there next week. I had a good idea that things would
carry on from where they had left off tonight and that Eleanor would be
the centre of what amounted to a gang bang. Most disturbing was the fact
that she was aware of this and seemed quite happy with it. Also in my mind
was the knowledge  that I had found the whole thing really exciting and
had cum in my pants watching my wife being stripped and fondled. 
To this day Eleanor has never told me exactly what happened, she wouldnıt
tell me about her follow up session the next week either, though she did
come home in a terrible state. Eleanor now models privately for Gavin and
whoever he chooses to be present, Iım never invited and havenıt seen any
of her sessions since that first time. I still go to the regular meetings
and have been shown hundreds of photographs of Eleanor from her first
shoot. Iıve also seen the occasional photo of my wife being passed around
the club when they think Iım not looking so I guess there are a lot of
stronger photos around too. I have also heard that there are several
videos of my wife being passed around, though, again, I have never seen
them.
It may sound strange but Iım  happy with the way things have worked out.
Our life is never dull now, I go to my meetings once a week and Eleanor is
out at least once or twice a week with Gavin and his mates. Our sex life
has improved enormously too. Eleanor seems to have developed an insatiable
appetite for sex and is always very inventive, I find it difficult to keep
up with her sometimes. I suspect that she is sleeping around with a lot of
other men but the benefits to me have been so great that Iım prepared to
overlook her infidelities. Life has never been so good.