Chapter 1: New Beginnings
Graham found it strange arriving home from work now that the children were gone; almost like starting again; a second honeymoon. Beverley was pottering around in the garden looking radiant, relaxed and happy. A tall elegant woman with long blond hair and a perfect hour glass figure that a woman half her age would die for. He approached quietly as she bent over a flower bed noting with pleasure the top of her full firm breasts visible below the neckline of her sun dress; she obviously wasn't wearing a bra. Finally, becoming aware of his approach, she stood up smiling to greet him. Graham put his arm round her waist and kissed her lightly on the cheek His hand lingered round her waist just long enough for a perceptive observer to recognise that a strong sexual attraction existed between the handsome couple. It also enabled him to detect that she apparently wasn't wearing any underclothes.
Beverley looked at her husband and thought, not for the first time, what a dangerously attractive man he was. He was not a good actor and women quickly picked up on how susceptible he was to female sexual allure. Quite simply he found women utterly irresistible. They strolled back into the house together.
'Oh, by the way, our holiday photos have arrived back from the film processor,' she said
Graham sat down in an arm chair and accepted the proffered package from her.
'Are they any good?' Graham enquired.
'No, they are rather naughty as you very well know,' Beverley joked as she sat down on the arm of his chair.
Graham opened the package and took out the photos. They were mostly nude and semi nude photographs of Beverley with a few of Graham sporting an erection. They always had their films developed by a specialist naturist film processor to avoid any embarrassing problems.
'Good looking couple aren't we?' he said. 'I bet the technician made a set of prints for himself so he could have a secret wank over your delectable body.'
'How do you know he wasn't gay? He might have fancied having your cock up his backside,' Beverley laughed. In truth, Beverley experienced a deliciously guilty frisson of delight at the idea of a total stranger looking at and lusting after her naked body.
Graham inserted his hand under Beverley's sundress and slid it up her thigh until he reached her shaven crotch and confirmed that she wasn't wearing knickers. Beverley had been sunbathing naked in a secluded part of the garden for most of the afternoon which had induced a feeling of warm sensual relaxation. Graham withdrew his hand and slowly unbuttoned Beverley's dress. As he suspected she was naked under her dress. He began to gently squeeze her breast and then returned his attention to her now softening pudenda. Still reclining on the arm of his chair, Beverley parted her legs to allow Graham's fingers to penetrate more deeply into her now very juicy pleasure zone. She looked deliciously desirable as she wriggled with pleasure at his insistent probing. Graham unzipped his trousers and freed his hard cock from the confines of his underwear.
'How would you like to have my cock up your cunt right now?' He asked.
What about you dinner?' she asked playfully as she gently stroked his swollen member.
'Never mind dinner; I want to fuck you!' he said firmly as he continued to finger her.
Her previously a tight trim dry slit had now metamorphosed into a wide open glistening lubricious pink inferno of sexual invitation. Graham had many times resolved to take a photograph of his wife in a full state of sexual arousal; but his urgent desire to fuck had always overtaken his photographic ambitions.
'Shall we go up stairs?' Beverley asked
Without warning, the front doorbell rang.
'Bugger,' exclaimed Beverley standing up and hastily buttoning her dress. She glanced out of the window. 'It's Margaret, I remember now; I promised to lend her our Tenerife holiday brochure.' As Beverley opened the front door Graham retreated to the kitchen with his cock poking stiffly out of his trousers and then escaped upstairs as Margaret was invited into the living room.
