Author's Notes: This is another chapter in my story about Eve. Please read the previous chapters for background on the characters and story plot before reading this chapter.
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A few months have passed since my husband Bill began sharing me to have sex with other men. I love fucking other men and Bill loves to watch and take photos. I think most married couples would think this is a very unconventional relationship, but so far it has worked very well for us.
What we didn't expect was that it is not that easy to find men willing to have sex with me while my husband takes photos. I know that many men want to have me. But while Bill takes photos? Not so many. We have found some men through the online sex forum, but now we mostly go to clubs to find young males to have sex with me.
When we find a potential playmate at a club, I spend time getting to know him and explaining what we want, and then we take him home. If I really enjoy the person, if he treats me with respect and satisfies my needs, not just his own sexual desires, then we may invite him back another time. I've discovered that half of the men don't even consider my needs and only satisfy their own sexual needs. They never get invited back.
So now there are a few men that are my regular sex partners, besides my husband Bill. Each week, usually Friday or Saturday, one of these men is invited to our home specifically to have sex with me while Bill takes photos. And some of these photos are posted on my photo thread on the online sex forum.
Bill has also created a coffee-table style photo book with over a hundred of his best photos of me in lingerie, nude, or having sex with other men. I bet not many other women have such a photo book.
Bill and I talked almost daily about how this unconventional sex life was working for both of us. I knew I had an itch to have sex with more men, and more frequently that once a week. Over time it appeared that Bill also wanted to watch me have sex with other men, and more frequently. We discussed the possibilities, but held to our original rule of only once a week. I knew that both our resolves on this was weakening and it was likely only a short matter of time before we began to ignore the once-a-week limit.
What we didn't anticipate was the event that changed things.
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One Sunday afternoon our neighbor, Jerry, came over to visit. Jerry was an attractive man, about forty years old, ten years older than Bill and me. He lived alone. His wife had died of cancer five years earlier and they had no children.
I was home alone at the time. Bill had left to play a round of golf with some of his business clients. I invited Jerry into our living room and closed the door behind him.
After some initial small talk, Jerry got to the reason for his visit. I wasn't prepared for this.
"I heard your screams last night." Jerry told me as we stood in the living room.
I know that I get very vocal when having fabulous sex. Frank had been over for sex last night. His large cock still stretches my pussy and creates just enough pain to really heighten my sexual pleasure. I guess I screamed like a wild banshee. I never considered that any of our neighbors might be able to hear me.
"You did?" I asked in reply. I wondered what Jerry knew, and why he came to discuss this.
"Eve, to be honest, last night was not the first time. I've been aware of your screams, usually on Friday or Saturday night, for the past several weeks. Your bedroom must be on the side of the house closest to my house, and to my bedroom."
"I'm sorry. I hope I haven't disturbed you." I said, hoping he would say more before I told him more.
"I'm not being judgmental, but I'm also aware that on these evenings when you scream so loud, you have a male visitor, even though Bill is also home. And the male visitor leaves a short while after your screams."
I stared at Jerry in silence. It appeared that he had a good idea what was happening. Was he just looking for confirmation?
"Eve." Jerry continued. He stepped right in front of me, stared into my eyes and spoke in a serious tone. "Is Bill hurting you? Is he making you do things that you don't want to do? I've been your neighbor for nearly five years, and I really like both of you. But if he is hurting you, I will make him stop."
I was in shock. I stepped back, my mouth fell open. And then I started laughing uncontrollably. Needless to say, Jerry was very puzzled.
I gathered myself, smiled at Jerry, stepped forward and gave him a big hug. I'm sure he could feel my large tits pressing against his chest.
"I'm sorry to laugh. You are so sweet and thoughtful, being so concerned about me. But you have this all wrong." I said. "Please, sit down and I will explain."
I hadn't ever considered telling our neighbor about what Bill and I do behind closed doors with other men. But since Jerry appeared so thoughtful and concerned, I decided to be open and honest with him.
"Can I get you something to drink? Maybe a glass of wine or a beer? When you hear what I have to tell you, you may need something." I smiled at him with a twinkle in my eyes.
"A beer, please." Jerry replied, likely wondering what I had to tell him.
I quickly retrieved two beers from the refrigerator and handed one to Jerry as I sat down next to him on the sofa. Then I spoke.
"Let me start by saying that Bill and I love each other very much. Lately our lifestyle has changed, and we couldn't be happier. What we do is very consensual, and very pleasing to both of us."
I paused a moment to let this sink in to Jerry. He sat there looking at me, waiting for me to tell more. Then I continued.
"This started by Bill's love of taking photos of me. And I love posing for his photos. Some of his photos of me are PG, some are a bit more risquΓ©, and more recently some have been pure pornographic. And we love what we do."
Again I paused and took a drink of my beer.
Jerry took a drink of his beer and then spoke.
"Pure pornographic?" He asked obviously wanting more details about exactly what I meant by this.
"I won't go into all the details about how, but let it be sufficient to say that over the past few weeks I've learned that Bill has a very specific fetish, and one that I am more than willing to help him experience."
"A fetish?" Jerry asked. He was obviously guiding me to tell him more.
"Please don't be too shocked." I started to give him the specifics. "Bill loves to share me with other men, and to take photos of me having sex with other men. And I love fucking other men. I suppose last night I was screaming in pleasure a bit too loud."
I casually took another drink of my beer. I thought Jerry was about to choke.