It is well over a quarter of a century now since first got to know Frank. He and his wife Jenny were very kind to us when we moved in next door with a young family, and Jenny would often babysit for us if we wanted to go out for the evening. Sadly, Jenny died five years ago after a long illness just ten months before Frank's seventy fifth birthday; however, Frank felt that she would still want him to continue with the planned celebration, although it became more a memorial of their fifty years of happy marriage, and he spent much of the evening reminiscing about their life together.
As the night drew on and after all the other guests had left, his inhibitions perhaps relaxed by the wine, Frank began to talk candidly about their sex life, and it became clear that they had enjoyed an active and adventurous relationship right up to the last few months of Jenny's life when she became too ill to make love. He admitted that he missed the physical presence of her warm soft body in his bed, and that the strength of his sexual desires had not waned with her death. He needed, he said, to relieve himself regularly by masturbating, although it was rather unsatisfying, and definitely not the same as making love to a real woman. He also grew rather flirtatious and made no pretence to hide his admiration for my wife Eleanor's voluptuous charms, and when we left to return home his goodnight kiss was rather more passionate than the usual quick peck on the line between close friends.
When we were lying in bed relaxing after enjoying gentle and sweet lovemaking, Ellie and I discussed Frank's situation, and wondered what we could do to help him. Frank was not really computer literate, otherwise I would have suggested some tasteful voyeur web sites for him to enhance his masturbation sessions, with arousing pictures of naked women posted by themselves or their partner — including one site where Ellie and I had posted many explicit pictures of her over a number of years.
"My darling," I said, "Frank obviously finds you attractive, and I wondered if you would mind if I put together a small portfolio for him of photographs I have taken of you. I'm sure that if I were in the same position I would be delighted if someone would do the same for me."
"Oh Ken," she replied, "you are so thoughtful. I have no objections at all. It is rather flattering to think that men still find my body desirable and arousing. It is no different really from posting pictures on Voyeur Heaven, and it will make me happy to know that Frank is getting sexual pleasure from photos of my naked body."
Even though Ellie was approaching fifty, she was still very beautiful, and although he figure was a little fuller than when we had met, she was very desirable and many men — and some women — had posted comments on her pictures about how they would like to make love to her. Her breasts were a delicious handful with dark areolae and prominent nipples, and she had a large clitoris and full vaginal lips that spread like a butterfly wings when she was aroused. I was certain that Frank would enjoy masturbating while looking at her photos much more than lying in his bed in the dark desperately stroking his cock.
As it was the weekend, I was able to spend the next morning going through the files on my hard drive, and I selected about 100 photos and copied them to a separate folder for printing. I was rather proud of my photographic skills, and had spent a lot of effort in trying to eliminate distracting backgrounds and in getting the lighting right to enhance the sensuality of the subject as well as the raw sexuality of the content. I had worked in both black and white and colour, but I found that the most dramatic and erotic pictures were either monochrome or with a very reduced tonal range which emphasised the tactile qualities of naked flesh. I chose a wide range of shots of Ellie, from pictures of her in various stages of deshabille to ones showing her aroused pussy or masturbating with her fingers or a dildo, and in many of these shots I had managed rather well to capture the ecstasy on her face as she climaxed. I also selected a few shots taken after I had fucked her, lying in post orgasmic bliss with my cum seeping from her pussy.
It took about a week to print all the photos in large 11" x 14" format, and when I had finished I mounted them in an album with a dedication on the inside front page "To our dear friend Frank, may these pictures give you many hours of pleasure. With love from Ken and Ellie." I then wrapped the album in decorative paper secured with a large red bow.
Ellie and I debated the best way to give Frank his present. After considering a number of possibilities, we eventually came to the simple conclusion that it would be neighbourly to invite him to join us regularly for a meal on a Friday evening, and that the second or third time would be an appropriate occasion. It was during the course of our discussions that we also started to wonder about the consequences of our actions, and in particular, whether we would be prepared to let things go further.
In all of our nearly thirty years of marriage, we had neither of us been tempted to stray, and although we found our exhibitionism exciting, it merely served as a stimulus to our private sex life. We were not interested in swinging, unlike some of our friends, but we realised that there was a strong possibility that Ellie might become sexually involved with Frank, and it was necessary to examine our feelings about this.
It was Ellie who voiced these feelings first, "My darling Ken, I love you dearly, and I don't want to do anything to hurt you or damage our marriage. By giving Frank these very erotic and revealing pictures we may have started a chain of events that will end up with me becoming intimate with Frank, a possibility that I must admit I find rather stimulating. He is still an attractive man and he and Jenny obviously had a very active and mutually fulfilling sex life, which he clearly misses."
"Dearest Ellie," I replied, "I have also thought a lot about this, and to be perfectly honest I don't think I will be jealous at all, even if you end up fucking Frank, and it will not lessen my love for you one iota. I know that technically you will be cheating on me, and that I will be a cuckold, but I don't believe I will feel humiliated or demeaned in any way, and it's not as if you will be going behind my back. In fact, I would rather enjoy taking photographs of the two of you, though only for our personal use and enjoyment — and Frank's of course."
Nothing else was spoken that evening about the possibility — really the probability — that Ellie would give herself to Frank sexually sometime in the next few weeks; in fact nothing much else was said at all as we were fully occupied making love, each of us aroused in our different ways by our conversation. We had sex in our favourite position lying on our sides with me behind Ellie so that I could caress her breasts and clitoris while I was fucking her, which was guaranteed to give her several orgasms before I emptied my balls deep into her vagina. I started as I often did by stroking the head of my cock along her slit before sliding my whole seven inches into her silky tunnel. The tempo of our fucking was slow at first, and I revelled in the delicious feeling of her engorged labia gripping my shaft as I withdrew almost fully before thrusting deep into her hot wetness until my balls were slapping against the cheeks of her arse, more aroused than normal by the thought of watching Frank sliding his hard cock into Ellie's hot pussy.
Ellie turned her head to kiss me, our tongues teasing and probing in their own special dance as we mounted to the summit of carnal delight. Soon we felt our bodies overcome with rising passion and the tempo of our thrusting increased in pace. It did not take long before I could feel the waves of pleasure radiating through Ellie's body as I drove hard into her pulsing vagina. A long moan told me when she was having the first of several orgasms, each more intense than the last, but finally the pressure in my balls became irresistible and with a cry, I ejaculated streams of cum into her womb, the muscles of my thighs taut with exquisite tension, and my mind overcome by ecstasy.
We fell asleep with my cock still enfolded by Ellie's velvet softness, but my dreams were filled with erotic visions of Frank and Ellie enjoying each other's bodies, and as the first rays of daylight spread across the pillow I grew hard again and we fucked again, frenziedly driving each other to another peak of sensual delight.
