Happy Birthday

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“Happy Birthday, Darling”, my wife said as she handed me a present.

“Thanks, Honey”, I said. “I wonder what it could be?”

“Open it and see, Silly. I hope you’ll like it.”

I tore the ribbon off and ripped a corner of the wrapping paper. I could see that it was a photograph in a beautiful oak frame. As I removed more of the paper I could see that it was a photograph of my wife. She was on her hands and knees in a seductive pose and wearing only a black bra, small black panties and her “come fuck me” high heels. I held it for a minute and enjoyed the stirring in my groin. I looked at the photo and at her and then the photo again and finally said, “Wow, this is hot. Thank you.”

“Do you like it,” she asked.

“Oh, baby of course I do. You look great.” I couldn’t believe what she had done for me. I have always told her that she was beautiful but she was always so shy about her looks. I never imagined she would get such a seductive photo done.

“I thought you might like it. I saw an ad for the photographer and I went down to his studio last week.”

“His studio,” I said a little surprised.

“Yes,” she answered a little sheepishly. “Do you mind?”

“No, of course not. You know how . . .”

“I know and that is what I have to discuss with you.”

She had my attention now. The thought of another man taking seductive pictures of my wife was turning me on and now from my wife’s demeanor, I could tell that there was more to the story.

“I called the number in the ad to set up an appointment. I hadn’t really thought about it being a male photographer until Gary answered the phone.”

“Gary,” I repeated.

“Yes, Gary. Now don’t interrupt or I won’t tell you the rest and I won’t give you your second birthday present.”

“Second present? I don’t need . . .” I closed my mouth and nodded my willingness to shut up and listen.

“He was very nice on the phone. He explained that he has been a professional photographer for just a few years but that he had done a large number of boudoir photo shoots for women. He said that some of his portrait work had been published and that he would be happy to show me his portfolios. I made an appointment with him for the next day.”

“His studio is downtown in an old industrial building. I went down there and parked and screwed up the courage to go in. Gary works alone so there was no receptionist. I walked in the lobby and waited for a few minutes. When no one turned up I called out ‘hello’ and then walked through a door into the back. Gary was in the middle of a shoot and had some soft music playing. I guess he couldn’t hear me since he was busy talking to the woman he was photographing. She was young and very beautiful and very naked. He had her posed on a large four-posted bed and was telling her how to arch her back and how to touch herself. I stood there for a few minutes and I have to admit that it made me hot. Gary wasn’t like some stereotypical photographer telling his model to ‘make love to the camera’. He was very sincere and flattering.”

“Gary stopped at one point and looked at his watch. He mentioned to the model that the time was up and at the same time realized that I was standing behind him. He apologized for running overtime with his previous appointment and he even introduced me to his model. It turned out that she was having photos done for her husband too.”

“Gary took me back out into the lobby and then into a small office. His work was all over the walls. The shoots in the lobby were very conservative portraits, the ones in his office were semi-nudes and nudes and there were some that could be called soft-core porn.”

“He apologized again about running late and I apologized about walking in on him with his model. He said not to worry that he knew Jill hadn’t minded. He also promised to lock the door when we did my shoot so no one would disturb us. He then suggested that I look at some more of his work and get an idea of what kind of photograph I would like.”

“Jill had gotten dressed and just as I was beginning to look at one of his books she knocked on the office door. I apologized to her for intruding and she said that it was ok. She told me that Gary was the ‘best’ and told me to have fun. She then gave Gary a big kiss and said goodbye.”

“I sat in his office and looked at picture after picture. Many were of average women in lingerie or underwear. Some were in bathing suits and many were at least partially nude. Gary sat quietly and watched me as I turned the pages. I felt his eyes on me and between that and the photos, I have to admit, I was getting turned on. I commented on how beautiful the women looked and told him that he was good at his job. He responded with something like, ‘all woman are beautiful and I just bring that out’. It was a corny line but it sent a sexual chill through me.”

“After I had gone through two books, he mentioned that we could do as ‘intense’ a photo as I might like. He then gave me another book that he said was his less conservative work. I opened it and the first picture showed a woman reclining next to a fireplace. There was a roaring fire burning and she was wearing a flaming red garter belt with black lace stockings and red high heel pumps. Her head was tilted back so you couldn’t see her face well. It looked like she had red hair down to the floor. She was propped up on one arm and her other hand was at her crotch. She had spread her pussy wide with her fingers and was obviously rubbing her clit.”

“I looked up from this photo, a little bit embarrassed and a lot turned on. Gary was still watching me and smiling. He said something about maybe that wasn’t what I had in mind but I told him that I wanted to look for ideas anyway. I couldn’t imagine posing for a picture like that but I also couldn’t stop myself from looking. Photo after photo were very hot. I was getting wet and I could feel my panties becoming soaked. I kept crossing and uncrossing my legs because it felt so good. Gary sat up a little and looked across his desk at the photos I was reviewing. He began to tell me about what this woman wanted and what she liked. He assured me that he never revealed names and that he only showed the photographs if his models gave him permission.”

“’This next book is couples and more’, he said and he handed me another portfolio. The first picture was a pair of women locked in an embrace. They were both nude and each had a hand to the other’s pussy. Another photo showed a woman on her knees with a man’s cock in her mouth. She was blindfolded and her hands were tied behind her back with leather straps. Gary told me that they were a couple into S and M and that he has taken a lot of photos in their home dungeon. The last photo I looked at was of a woman sitting on top of a man. They were on a bed and she obviously had his cock in her. Standing next to her, on each side of the bed were two men with huge erections. She had each cock in her tight grip. The woman and the two standing men were smiling at the camera. Gary told me that the guy lying down was her husband and the two guys were her lovers.”

“Wow,” I had to say. My wife was getting me hot by telling me this and the thought of a wife and lovers was one of my fantasies anyway. I had an erection that wouldn’t quit and my wife knew it.

“OK. OK. Don’t get ahead of the story,” she chided me.

“I closed the book and looked into Gary’s beautiful blue eyes. He asked if I saw anything I liked and I stammered for a minute before I could say, ‘Yes, but . . .”

“’But, you want to go with something more conservative”, he said.’

“I told him that I thought so and we talked about what I should wear and not wear. He told me that I should bring several outfits and plan to spend a few hours at his studio. He mentioned that he had a hairdresser and make-up person that could help me get ready and so we set up an appointment for the next day. I walked out on shaky legs and drove home.”

“You probably remember that day because when you got home I begged you to fuck me. And that was after I had masturbated three or four times.”

“Yeah, I remember,” I said with a smile. I had barely walked in the door that day when my wife dropped to her knees and pulled my cock out for a hard sucking. She had brought me almost to climax when she stopped and ran into the bedroom. I followed and tore my clothes off as I went. She was nude and spread eagle on the bed when I got there.

“Suck me now,” she had commanded, which was a little out of character. I had put my tongue to her clit for only a few minutes when she forced my head into her crotch and bucked hard against my face as she came. I climbed on top of her and easily slipped into her warm pussy. She rode me back as I trust into her and it didn’t take long for me to cum.

I lay there for a minute feeling the sperm drain from my body when she said, “Make me cum again.”

I gladly went down on her and enjoyed the taste of our mingled juices. I brought her to another orgasm and she curled up and fell asleep. I lay next to her and wondered what had turned her on so much, but I wasn’t complaining. Later that night I was awaken by a gentle motion of the bed. I pretended to be asleep but I could tell that my wife was masturbating. She came with a muffled groan and I went back to sleep with a smile on my face. Now I knew why my wife had been so horny.

“I went for my photo shoot the next day,” she said, snapping me out of my fond memory. “I took several outfits and tried to think about what I wanted the photo to look like. Gary met me with coffee and pastries and his assistant helped me do my hair and makeup. It felt really weird to be in my underwear in front of Gary at first but after awhile and after Gary’s assistant left I felt better.”

“Was his assistant a man or a woman,” I asked.

“A woman,” she answered. “But don’t get any ideas about any lesbian action. She was very professional and did her job. But she was beautiful and if I were going to do a woman she would be in the running.”

“Oh God, I’d love to see that,” I said.

“I know,” was her reply. “Now let me finish or I won’t be able to.”

“Yes, please,” I begged her. “I want nothing more than to carry you upstairs and thank you for my present.”

“Let’s see how you feel in a little bit about that.”

I was about to ask what she meant but she continued with her story.

“Your picture was one of the first we took. I started in that little black dress you like so much, with my underwear and heels. Gary had me pose on a plain background so that my ‘natural beauty wouldn’t be obscured.’ I know it sounds cliched but he has a wonderful way of making you feel relaxed and beautiful. I took some photo’s with my dress unbuttoned and my underwear exposed. I took some with my dress half off and I took some with my dress around my ankles. Then we did the pose that you see and then I did some without my bra. It took Gary awhile to get me to go that far but then I started to get into it. He is a wonderful man, always complimenting you and making you feel wonderful.”

My groin began to stir again with renewed energy. I felt a combination of jealousy and arousal as my wife talked of this other man.

“Eventually, he had me completely naked and I was willing to pose how he wanted me to. It was strange to be so exposed to another man but I felt so beautiful and so horny. Gary had me pose on the bed the same way I had seen his other model. I willing spread my legs wide for him and fingered myself to an orgasm while he shot away. It was incredible.”

She paused for a minute to let that image sink in and said, “that’s when he suggested some special photographs and I . . .I agreed.”

“Special photographs,” I repeated with a questioning look.

My wife brought out another wrapped present. This one was the same size and so from her explanation I knew that this too must be a photograph.

“I hope you like this one too,” she said. “Just remember that this is something you have told me you wanted for a long time. I’d say that I did it for you but I enjoyed it too much for that to be completely honest. But, you have asked me for this many times so . . .”

Her hand shook a little as she handed me the second present. She sat down next to me to watch as I opened it. I could tell that she was nervous and I knew that I had butterflies in my stomach. I wasn’t sure if what I imagined could be in the photo was there or not. I wasn’t sure how I would feel if it were.

I tore into the ribbon and paper. The first thing I saw was a man’s face. It was a young good-looking man and he was obviously topless. He wasn’t looking straight into the camera but was looking down in front of himself. He had a look of shear ecstasy on his face.

I stopped for a minute and asked, “is this Gary.”

“Yes,” was my wife’s meek response.

I quickly pulled the rest of the paper off and tried to comprehend the image in my hands. Gary was looking down at my wife. She was lying on the bed. The camera had taken the photograph from the top of her head toward her feet. The angle of the camera allowed me to see enough of her face and body so there was no doubt that it was her. She was nude and her hair was spread out around her. She also had a look of joy on her face. Her body was pointing toward Gary and her legs were spread wide to him. One of her hands was squeezing the nipple on her left breast and the other hand was near her crotch. She had a finger on her clit. He was standing nude between her legs and most notably his huge cock was half buried inside her.

“He’s big isn’t he,” I whispered as my heart skipped a beat.

“Yes,” was my wife’s only reply.

I starred at the photograph. Here was a picture of my wife fucking another man. Proof of her infidelity right before me. She looked so beautiful though. He looked so happy. I knew how he felt. I hoped that she looked just as happy when I was inside her but I sensed that she was feeling something different when this picture was taken. Here pussy must have been spread so wide and I could only guess how long he was. It looked like only half was inside her and he had another four inches to go.

“I don’t know what to say,” I finally stammered.

“Do you hate it? Do you hate me? You always said you wanted to watch me with another man. I just couldn’t help myself. I . . .”

“Slow down,” I said. “Of course I don’t hate you and I have said that I wanted to see you with another man. Just tell me what happened.”

“Well, I was nude and on the bed. We were shooting pictures and Gary kept telling me how beautiful I was. He asked about you and he said that you were a lucky man. I was so comfortable around him and so horny. He is a beautiful man. He finished taking the photographs and he told me I could relax and get dressed. I told him that I felt very relaxed and just flopped back on the bed. He came over and was working on taking the film out of the camera. He sat down on the bed and we started talking about his work and life. He told me about his one great love in college and how they had broken up just before graduation. He told me that it was tough being alone and that he has trouble finding nice woman.”

“I told him that I found that hard to believe and I told him that on my first visit, I was convinced that he was fucking everyone of his models. And remember that I was laying there nude talking to him. It just seemed to be the right thing to do, so I reached out to hold his hand. He turned and looked in my eyes and I knew that I wanted him inside me. I told him that you had wanted me to do someone else. He couldn’t believe it and he kept asking me if I was sure. I told him yes. Besides I was so wet between the legs I needed a cock.”

“He started to kiss me and run his hands all over my body. He played with my nipples for the longest time and he kissed my face. He worked his way down my body and began to tongue my pussy. I came almost immediately but he didn’t stop until I came again. I begged him to let me have his cock. I had never seen one so large. He climbed up on the bed and put just the head against my pussy lips. He asked me if I was sure I wanted to do this and I begged him some more. I was wet and loose but it was a very tight fit and it hurt as he pressed in. I made him go slowly and eventually his balls were pressed against my ass. I thought I was going to split open. He began slowly to slide in and out of me. I rubbed my clit just a little and came like never before. It felt so good to be so filled and stretched. He started to pump away at me and I just went crazy. I don’t know how long he fucked me and I don’t know how many times I came. He finally said that he was going to cum and he asked if he should pull out. I grabbed his ass and forced him down inside me in reply. He arched his back and groaned and then I could feel his warm sperm entering me.”

I realized that I had begun to rub my cock through my pants as my wife was talking. I was as hard as I ever get and could have cum easily. I was so wrapped up in her story that the fact that my wife was talking about having sex with another man didn’t even register. And the fact that he was young and hung made it even better.

“We laid on the bed and recovered for a little while. He asked how I felt and how you would feel if you found out. Gary was shocked when I told him that I was going to tell you. At first he begged me not to. He was sure you would be angry. I tried to explain how we had talked about this happening and about how you wanted to watch. Gary wasn’t sure at first but then he suggested that we take some photos for you. It was his idea to set up a tripod and put the camera on a remote shutter release.”

“You mean this photo was taken after you had screwed once,” I asked.

“Yes, dear. He is young and he was ready to go again in a short time. He set up the equipment and then had us pose in a number of ways. I sucked on his cock in some shots. That was fun because I could taste his cum and my pussy together. He took me from behind. He had me sit on his cock. We did a 69 pose. We jumped around like we were making a porno, which I guess we were. We took the shot you see toward the end of our second fuck. Gary is just about to cum and I have already cum twice. The photo just after this one shows him coming all over my belly. He pulled out and shot it all over me. Some even hit my face. I couldn’t believe how much cum he produced the second time. I know he filled me up the first time. It’s a good thing I am on the pill or I’d be having his baby for sure.”

“Wow,” was all I could say. I was beginning to realize that my wife had fulfilled part of my biggest fantasy. I had told her how much I wanted her to do other guys for awhile. It had always turned us both on but I had never really dreamed it would happen.

“What are you thinking,” she asked.

“Honestly, I am jealous and horny at the same time.”

“Are you angry?”

“Only that I didn’t get to watch.”

She smiled and hugged me and then laid a kiss on me that wouldn’t quit. She rubbed my erection through my pants and then took my hand and said with a twinkle in her eye, “let’s go upstairs and talk about you watching the next time. Gary and I have made a few plans.”

To Be Continued.

[roadrunner]

Thanks!

To Be Continued.

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Great story-please continue