Nearly five years ago, Sandy and I moved to a suburb of Atlanta near my new job in the publishing industry and we soon found a new church that we liked.
Like what happens so often when you join a new church, we were soon asked to help out with the planning and production of the new Church Membership Directory. I had planned on using a professional photographer with the proviso that he or she be able to sell the prints to the members and provide a photo for the directory at no charge to the church.
As soon as it was announced that I was heading up the project, a man approached me to ask if he could do the photography. Being a bit leery of his actual talents, I asked to see some of his work before I made any decisions. Sandy and I had met Bill, the photographer in question, and his wife, Marybeth, he was in his forties, a bit stocky like a former high school football player and Marybeth was a few years younger, short, like five feet tall short, and really quite pretty.
We arranged to meet at his house to look over some of his work and when we arrived, he showed me through his home pointing out the many photos he had framed on his walls.
After, in his kitchen, having a beer, he asked, "Well, what do you think, David?"
"Well, I like your work but they were basically all landscapes. Do you have any portraits I can see?"
"Oh, sure, lots. They're on the computer, come on in the office," and I followed him down the hall where we sat in front of his computer as our wives stayed and talked in the living room.
In a few seconds, he was scrolling through and came to a portrait of his wife and he stopped at that one. It really showed just how beautiful she was and I told him so.
He smiled and scrolled through some others and came to one of her in a pair of quite short shorts and a white blouse, open on top and tied at the bottom.
"Oh, wow, is she nice, Bill."
He smiled and chuckled, "If you can keep a secret, I'll show you a few that are even better."
"Sure," and he took out the disc and put in another and soon had some shots of Marybeth sitting on the edge of a pool in a very skimpy bikini.
"Yes, she's really a pretty woman, Bill. Lucky you."
Then he scrolled past a few more and stopped on one, also poolside, now with her top off. She had beautiful breasts, just right for her size, round, full, firm and crowned with pretty pink nipples.
"Oh, she's beautiful, Bill."
"I can tell you like her photos, David," he said as he nodded down to my crotch. Well, there was no hiding it, you'd be hard, too.
"Geez, Bill, I'm sorry, it's...".
"Hey, David, I know better than anybody, Marybeth's a beauty. Look, guy, she makes me hard, too," as he nods down to his own bulge. "She's hot, I understand if seeing these makes you horny, it does me, too. Wait 'til you see these," and he opens another file and we're looking at several nude shots of her, some of her standing with her legs apart, some sitting, some laying down, and finally, one from behind her, legs spread open, bent over and looking back at the camera.
"Show me a man that could ever resist that, David."
"She is gorgeous, just stunning."
"Wouldn't you just like to lick that?"
How am I to answer that? All is did was mumble, 'Mmm."
"Let's see, where are, oh, here," and he opens a new file and here is Marybeth, naked sucking a cock, evidently his.
"A few tripod shots. Nice, huh?"
"Oh, here's some of her with her vibrator," and he unzips his fly and pulls out his cock and began stroking it.
"Go ahead, David, get it out and enjoy yourself, courtesy of Marybeth."
"Um, well, I'm straight, Bill, you know."
"Hell, I am, too, but why not enjoy the show? Right?"
Well, I was hard as hell and thought, why not, and pulled mine out and started enjoying the show.
Soon, he had some shots of Marybeth sucking a cock and it was definitely not Bill's.
"Oh, these are of a friend of ours, Marcel, and, unfortunately, he's moved away. Um, Marybeth and I kind of, well, we fool around a bit, you know, other people, stuff like that," he said as he showed some photos of MaryBeth and this other man fucking as we both sat there stroking like a couple of twelve-year olds.
Then, another file of someone shooting pictures of Bill and Marybeth fucking and this is when I started cumming, soon followed by Bill.
He reached over and handed me a box of tissues and we both proceeded to clean ourselves up.
"Yeah, Marybeth keeps hoping to find someone to take Marcel's place. And seeing your big one, David, I can tell you that you meet her prime qualification. You think that's something you might want to do, David? I think she'd like you."
"Oh, wow, I don't know. Um, what about Sandy?"
"Well, I think she'd be more comfortable just starting out with you, you know, to begin with. Should I ask her?"
"Well, uh, Sandy and I have done a few things ourselves, you know, with other couples and things."
"Well, there she is and I can tell you that she's not just beautiful which you can see, she's also a sexual wildcat. God, she loves sex. It's your chance."
I told him I'd be willing and that I thought it would be nice to include my wife if things worked out with just me in the beginning.
I did just what you would do and it ended up that Bill did the Church Membership Directory.
They were at the grocery store a few days later and Marybeth gave me a hug and kiss as we met and said, "Bill, tells me that we should have you over sometime soon. Is there a time we could get together, um, with just you?"
"Well, I suppose I could tell Sandy I have a meeting about the Church Directory. Sure, when's good for you?"
