Things went back to normal until the weekend. The first difference I noticed was when we had sex on Saturday morning. Although the routine was very similar to our usual, almost choreographed sessions, Babs' reaction was different. It was quite subtle, but I noticed her moving a lot more under me, thrusting back against my strokes as my cock delved into her repeatedly.
Additionally, I thought I heard her muttering under her breath a couple of times. I put it down to my imagination, but when it occurred again on the Sunday morning, I knew I wasn't mistaken.
"Fuck me, fuck me harder," I eventually made out. I'd never heard anything like this from Babs, and I found it enormously arousing. At her whispered command, I obliged.
That one little whisper completely changed our lovemaking and, from then on, it never went back. Babs wanted fucking. She'd told me so. And I was only too glad to administer the fucking she wanted.
After pounding into her more violently and less lovingly than I'd ever done, I found her reacting ever more enthusiastically. Fast breathing became low moans. Buoyed with this new-found revelation of my girlfriend as a sex object, I spun things around, sliding underneath her onto my back as I lifted her slight frame on top of me, looking into her eyes and guiding her onto my cock, holding her hips as I pulled her into position.
She continued and I enjoyed her moaning, audible enjoyment of sex for the first time in our relationship. She even started giving verbal encouragement.
"Oh, Oh! Yes! That's...Oh that's so good!"
This was too much for me. Although we'd been together for nearly a year now, birth control wasn't something we did. Babs had tried the pill but it gave her acne and messed with her mood, so she almost immediately stopped. She also didn't like the feel of condoms.
So, until now I'd simply pull out at the point of no return and shoot all over her belly. That wasn't possible in this position, so I eased out of her and wedged my cock between the cheeks of her lovely firm arse, using her to bring me off. My cum went shooting up her back, and she let out a little squeal as several long, warm streams splashed over her.
That Sunday was a good day. After we showered, Babs was in the mood to talk. She'd clearly been thinking things through. I suspected she'd been talking with Julia again, and I added another tick in the 'thanks' column to her liberated friend.
"That was amazing!" I prompted, as we lay naked on the bed, still slightly moist from the shower. Babs looked incredible, skin slightly flushed from the sex and the hot shower, nipples solid and pointing to the ceiling, eyes fixed to mine, wide-eyed and pupils dilated.
"It was, wasn't it? I've been thinking, we definitely need to do that more. A lot more!"
"You'll not get any arguments from me! You seemed different. Yesterday too, but especially today."
"I was going to say the same about you! It was like being with a different man -- a different you, I mean. What brought that on?"
I knew what she meant. Today was the first time I'd fucked her, rather than made love. And she very obviously needed to be fucked.
"I heard you whispering. Telling me what you really wanted. So, I gave you it!" I laughed. "How come you've never said that before?"
"That's what it was?" she smiled. "You like it when I talk like that?"
I nodded enthusiastically.
"I had no idea! I always thought you'd have, you know. I mean, I'm not that experienced."
"I know, that's why I was holding back a bit. You being a virgin and all, when we met."
"You're such a gentleman," she smiled at me lovingly. "And you're right actually, I think if you'd been all full-on from the beginning, it might have been a bit much for me. I feel like I've been eased in gently. But I'm definitely ready for more now."
"More like what?"
"I don't know," she giggled. "I'm finding all sorts of crazy stuff going round my head since..."
I knew what the trigger had been. But I wanted her to say it, for some reason.
"Since what?" I feigned ignorance. She rolled her eyes a little but had a little smirk on her face.
"Since you flashed my tits at your mate from work!" There wasn't even a hint of embarrassment now, in fact if anything I thought I sensed pride than her breasts had been exposed to another man.
I'd already detected that Babs was now getting a bit of a kick out of knowing Darren had seen her topless. Until now, I'd not thought about what this meant, really. But, despite only recently having shot a load of sperm across Barbara's back, my cock made an involuntary jerk as the thought made a bee-line for my libido. I rolled over onto my front to try to conceal the fact that Barbara's interest in being exposed to my friends made me hard. I had no idea what this meant.
"So, what sort of crazy thoughts have you been having, then?"
"Well," she said without hesitancy. "I was thinking - and I know you're going to like this -- I love you having all those snaps of me on your phone. But I know they are pretty tame. And I know you are going to be extra careful from now on. So, I don't see any reason we can't do a few more, maybe some really naughty ones?"
My smile was immediate and ecstatic. She laughed.
"This week, I've been doing quite a lot of research. All those dirty mags under your bed, I've been picking up some tips. Those girls, some of them are really beautiful, aren't they?"
I shrugged, again worried this might be a trick question and not wanting to give anything away. Babs giggled.
"Don't worry, I'm totally OK with that stuff. Like I say, it's been really useful, looking at what they do, all the sexy poses and the beautiful underwear. I think I might be a bit of a perv like you, deep down!"
This was music to my ears. I recalled previous girlfriends and particularly my marriage, where any indication of me finding anyone other than 'her' attractive was almost as bad as having an affair.
Babs disappeared for a good half an hour. When she emerged, my jaw dropped.
She was wearing a red figure-hugging dress I'd seen before. But she wore it like she never had. It was strapless, and her breasts looked like they were fit to burst, I had no idea what underwear might have been capable of creating that incredible sight. The dress was short and stopped ever so slightly below the line of the black, hold-up stockings.
She wore way more make-up than I'd ever seen on her before, dark eye shadow making her deep blue eyes look entrancing and incredible. Her lips were a striking, traditionally sexy scarlet, and her shoulder length blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail on top of her head.
"Wow!" was all I could say. She strode towards me confidently, her black, knee length boots shining in the daylight as the sun shone through the bedroom window. The heels boosted her so that she was able to reach the back of my head and pull my face into a long, passionate kiss.
Even her kissing was different now. In the past she'd have gently sucked and nibbled on my lips. I'd sometimes feel her tongue flitting across mine fleetingly. But now she had her tongue deep in my mouth, feeling around urgently, and responding to mine as I tasted her lust.
We stopped for snacks, and the odd drink, but Barbara was unstoppable. As she stepped out and revealed the next choice of outfit, I could almost taste her excitement. She loved this. That initial reaction as she slipped out of her silk dressing gown and did a big 'reveal' each time was priceless.
I was witnessing something amazing, and I knew it. My arousal was palpable, and very evident in the full erection I sported. I was wearing loose jogging bottoms, and my cock was proudly pointing out at ninety degreed throughout. Her eyes were drawn to it repeatedly, and I occasionally heard her almost pant, my own arousal feeding hers.
Unlike the previous sessions we'd had, which I'd led entirely, the poses Barbara adopted were entirely of her choosing. And I felt no need to offer any opinion or direction, as she did a way better job than I could have dreamed of. I wondered how long she'd spent looking through the magazines. I pictured her flicking through the pages and memorising the poses within.
With each outfit she wore and subsequently stripped out of for the camera, we followed a similar route. We started downstairs, with pictures in the living room, conservatory and kitchen leading to the double doors out onto the garden. Although we were overlooked by one house, we knew they were away on holiday, so we got some superb, sun-lit pictures out there.
Interestingly, she wasn't interested in having our bedroom as the backdrop, she seemed to enjoy the more adventurous setting of the downstairs of our house. My camera also liked that as the ground floor was very open, with natural light coming in from all sides, and her body was showcased superbly.
Once the red dress came off, I noted that a corset, which I'd never seen before, was responsible for that unbelievable cleavage. Other amazing outfits were to follow -- a swimsuit and bikini she'd worn on our recent holiday, her tennis gear and the leggings she wore to the gym. She also did a set in one of her regular 'Headmistress' outfits, which I'd liken to a sexy secretary look. Finally, at my request, she donned wite stockings and suspenders, white stiletto, a tartan, flared miniskirt and one of my white shirts, tied in a knot around her waist.
Each of the sets ended in her either naked, or at least bra-less and knickerless. There was still a touch of class to the set, but most sets ended with some full-frontal nudity, with a couple of shots even showing her exposed pussy lips and, in one, her naked rear in which her anus was clearly visible.
"I'm not even sure I have enough room on my phone to keep all this," I exclaimed. But I wasn't disappointed, far from it.
"I'm sure you'll work something out. You can go through and just keep your favourites."
There was no way I was deleting a single one of these pictures. Each was like gold dust to me.
For the second time today, we had sex. This time was even hotter than the last, as we'd had effectively eight hours of foreplay. Moreover, after this morning's conversation I had been given licence to push the boundaries in the bedroom -- or rather, the kitchen, where we were now.
Barbara's eyes were filled with passion as I pulled her towards me, my cock pushing against her naked belly. She was still wearing the miniskirt, stockings and stilettoes, but nothing else. My hand delved between her legs. Perhaps I shouldn't have been surprised, given what else had gone before today, but I was.
"Jesus Christ! You are fucking dripping!" And she was, her inner thighs sporting a sheen of her juice which almost cascaded out of her as my fingers found their way inside. Bypassing any foreplay, I sat her on the work surface where she'd been chopping onions the other day, dropped my jeans and boxers to my knees and sank right into her welcoming little cunt, her legs draped over my shoulders.
This was very definitely going to be a fuck session. Lovemaking was not on the agenda for either of us. Barbara's face was a sight, her eyes wide, encouraging me to violate her, teeth clenched together in a whorish grimace. It was time for me to push a bit further. I had no plan, but knew I wanted to let her know what was in my head, and I knew that she'd like it.
"I had no fucking idea what a horny little slut you were" I began. Her slutty grimace turned immediately into a beam of delight. "I've never felt a cunt so wet and ready to be fucked in my life!"
"Oh yes! I'm so fucking wet for you."
