A fantasy, very loosely based on a comment seen in a Literotica chat room.
Part 1 does have some sex in it, but not a lot - it's more about setting up for part 2
Late Sunday afternoon
"You are fucking kidding me!?!" I shouted, as I opened the latest pictures from one of my chat partners.
"What's the problem," came the shout up the stairs from my wife, as I sat, my jaw on my desk, looking at the first of the pictures that had just arrived in the latest email.
"You need to see this!" I called out, minimizing the window so I could explain the origin before she saw the picture.
"Hang on," she yelled back, "I'm nearly done making coffee - I'll bring it up, unless it really can't wait?"
"I certainly need a coffee... maybe with a brandy in it", I muttered to myself. "It can wait", I raised my voice again.
I rolled the spare chair over next to my desk while I waited, then I heard the creaking floorboards of the stairs. She came into my office and delivered a coffee to my coaster. "What was all that about?" she asked.
"You might want to sit down", I started, pointing to the chair. She sat down, her own coffee going on another coaster that she got from the bookcase.
"Now, you remember 'Wife-Sharer-69', from Lit?" I asked. She nodded, "he's the one who you've been chatting with and swapping our piccies with right?"
"Yeah, that's him. You remember his hot wife, the curvy shaved woman?"
She nodded, "yeah... Why? What's happened? She's not turned out to be your Aunt has she?" she chuckled.
"Not quite..." I answered, my tone getting more serious. "It's just... his latest pictures... well... you remember that one from last week, where I thought I saw a bit of carpet and joked that he needed to be careful otherwise someone who knew him might work out who he is..."
"And you haven't..? You've been careful, like always, right?" she asked, a worried look on her face.
"Yes, of course, I always make sure ours are cropped carefully, as we agreed." I reassured her.
"So what's the problem?" she asked.
"Let me show you," I replied, reaching for my mouse and bringing up the first of the pictures.
"Oh nice action shot!" she commented, as the picture appeared. A curvy woman, on her back on a sofa, a dildo in her pussy, and a cock up her arse. Standard shot, but especially hot because I knew she'd rather it was a real cock than a dildo in her pussy, and because I'd chatted online many times with the owner of the cock that was in her arse. The picture was nicely framed, showing just the action, and a little of the side of the sofa or chair they were on and the floor, but no faces or visible tattoos or other "identifying marks".
"Hang on..." she leant in to look closer... "oh... oh I see... well... that's... umm..." She blushed, she actually blushed.
"Yeah... it is, isn't it?"
"It is. It bloody well is... it has to be... that's the phone case her bloody daughter made for her... well fuck."
Sat on the floor, on the polished wood, right up against the edge of the sofa, sticking out from under the sheet they'd thrown over it, was a mobile phone, face down, looking like it had been forgotten when they were setting up the shot.
It was unique. We knew it was unique. Because we'd been there when it had been given to the owner by the maker.
I closed the window - I didn't dare look at any of the other photos till I processed this. I looked at her. She looked at me. "What do we do?" I asked.
"How the fuck do I know?" she answered, as confused as I was.
We sat in silence for a minute.
"Well I'm supposed to be fixing that cupboard door in the utility room. I'm gonna take my coffee, and go and do that while I let this sink in," I said
"OK, I'll find something to do too. But... fuck..." she replied.
Grabbing my coffee, and pausing only to give her a quick kiss, I headed down to the utility room. Getting my toolbox out I started planning how to fix the door. But I couldn't concentrate. I found myself drifting back, thinking about all the conversations, all the pictures, all the discussion of fantasies and realities...
"Wife-Sharer-69" was someone I'd met on Literotica chat a few months ago. We'd both been in the swingers room, and as I usually do with interesting usernames, I checked out his profile. We had similar interests (wife swapping and sharing, bi, group, anal) so I DMed him and we got chatting. We found we did indeed have a lot in common, and we chatted about fantasies of sharing our wives, and of bi mmf, and discussed the things our wives were into.
After a while we swapped email addresses and started sharing pictures, always careful not to give away any identifying details. At least until now...
The last batch I'd sent him had been three scenes of me and Sally (my wife). One with her tits covered in my cum, one of her bum with my cock in it, and one of her pussy with a double ended dildo in it, the other end of which was in my arse. That was a slightly complex shot to set up, but oh it felt so good, rocking back and forth on it.
And then by return he'd sent this batch, which I'd only got as far as the first one before I saw the... I can't really say "incriminating"... evidence.
Oh gods, that phone case, this was going to open a huge can of worms.
That phone case was made by Mary, the 19 yr. old daughter of Ruth, a friend of ours. Mary normally lived with her dad (it was all amicable, he lived much closer to her college so it made sense) but at the weekends she was quite often to be found visiting her mum and her mum's husband Peter.
Sally had met Ruth at the gym, got chatting, and become friends. Peter and I had met through them, and over a couple of years we'd all become good friends. There had never been any indication that they had anything other than a monogamous, hetro, marriage. Sure, there had been the usual flirting that you get with friends who are confident in their relationships, but nothing more.
About 2 months ago, Mary had been visiting her mum and the five of us had gone to a local Craft Fair. One of the stalls sold DIY phone case kits, and unknown to the rest of us Mary had bought one to do a present for her mum. We got back to their house, cracked some beers, and Mary disappeared. Returning 30 minutes later she surprised her mum with a custom phone case, decorated with a picture of their cats, along with some sparkles and glitter.
And now that phone case was exhibit 1 to make the case that Peter and Ruth were at the very least up for fantasising about swapping, and bi mmf and ffm, and maybe more.
Thinking about it, I wondered if that existing friendship, even though we didn't know it, was part of why we'd hit it off so well on Literotica.
"So, that door's not going to fix itself," Sally commented from behind me. I jumped, nearly knocking my (now cold) coffee over.
"No, I guess not," I answered, moving the coffee to the sink.
"I've had a thought," she said, "as to what we can do about it," she paused, thinking. "We've really got two choices and it comes down to what result we want to get..." she continued.
"One option is to pretend we didn't see it and try very hard to keep things as they are. But I think now that we know, it would change things - you'd message him differently, and we'd behave differently around them. It can't be 'unseen'.
I nodded, I couldn't fault her logic.
"But then we have the further problem, of what if they don't want us to know?" she asked. "It must have been an accident, there's no way it was deliberate, unless they somehow had some sense that it was you he was chatting to. But it's much more likely to be accidental."
I had a sudden flash of thought.
"What if we recreate the shot, and leave one of our phones in the same spot, with a picture of say.. the garden room on it, and send it to them? If they spot it, and it was intentional, then they'll know. If it wasn't and they check their image, they'll know that we're sending them a signal, if they don't spot it, then we're no worse off."
"Yeah, actually, we might be worse off... if they spot it and are so embarrassed that we know and that they know that we know..." was Sally's thought in reply.
"Yeah, and we need to decide how far we want to take it too - do we want it to be an "oh you caught us, let's just keep it virtual" situation, or do we want to see how far it'll go in the real world?" I pondered.
"Are we overthinking this? Let's leave it for now, it's dinner time and I'm hungry," was her response.
We did indeed leave it, for all of 15 minutes, and then, while we were preparing dinner, Sally piped up "sod it, let's do it - it's a hot setup, and it'll be even hotter know what it might lead to."
"I take it you've decided how far you'd want to go?" I answered, knowing that I'd take it as far as she was willing to go.
"Yup, I'll take it as far as you want to take it," we looked at each other, I laughed. "What's funny?" she asked.
"I had the same thought, I'll go as far as you want to. So I guess that means we go as far as it'll go until one of us says stop. After all, nothing ventured, nothing gained, huh?" I chuckled
She smiled, "Exactly".
I smiled back at her, "after dinner then?"
She nodded.
Dinner was created, eaten, and cleared away.
I transferred the picture to the big TV in the living room while Sally went to take a photo of the garden room, being sure to get something unique as the main part of the picture. She came back with a grin on her face. "What did you find?" I asked.
