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.