Like many women of her generation, my wife Rita had an aversion to being photographed in the buff. As you may know, the list of things she wouldn't do was pretty short. But performing in front of the camera was right there at the top. Even as she submerged lower and lower into hot-wifery she would cling to this prohibition. She didn't want her family to find her on a porn site, as if I would let that happen. And of course she was worried about her reputation. Well, that was a lost cause. Try as she might to be discrete, men will talk, word gets around. Might as well have the pictures to show for it.
She would get boudoir shots done every year. They looked spectacular... and not sexy at all. I would take pictures of her in bathing suits. She would go through my camera and delete the ones that were too sexy. Then there was a series of incidents where she did get caught on video. One time it was a case of a hidden camera in a bathroom. The other time she just thought I wouldn't find out about, also in a bathroom. Both times did end up on porn sites which caused us a great deal of trouble. I thought at least this would break the ice for her. But no, it made her even more adamant about not being photographed.
Then came the occasion of our best friends' wedding. These friends had until recently been our swing partners and the years of our relationship with them had been a period of relative normalcy for us. Sexy, kinky, but normal. Now that they decided to stop swinging, normal was apparently no longer on the menu. At the very wedding reception she asked if she could meet up with three guys, the string trio that had performed earlier.
I was not a fan of the plan. But I knew that her asking was merely a formality. Clearly, she had already fucked all three. She sweetened the deal for me by agreeing to let me commit the encounter to video and that got my attention. I'd been wanting to film her for years and here she was putting herself in a position where she could hardly quibble about creative control.
I resolved to make not just a video but to create a full-blown skin flick starring my lovely wifeslut. It would not be for public consumption. I am not one of those husbands who wants the world to watch his wife having an orgy. But when I was finished with my magnum opus I had to show it to Kevin and Susan, the friends whose nuptials Rita had surreptitiously soiled. So one weekend when she was out of town I invited them over for a very special movie night.
A still image of my wife came up on the screen. She was dressed in white and holding a bouquet of flowers. Letters came up in a lurid font to spell out "Maid of Dishonor" and, in smaller letters, "Featuring Rita Morceau".
"So she finally let you do it?" Kevin asked rhetorically.
"It was a special occasion."
"I'll say it was," Susan agreed. "I've been dying to hear the details but she won't spill them."
"Even I don't know what happened before your wedding. But what happened afterward should satisfy... your curiosity."
The setting of the scene we were watching was a room at a motor hotel... cheap furnishings, mass-produced art, two double beds. Rita looked quite fetching as a bride, though much too old for the role. Three young men in tuxedos flanked her, all smiles. The four of them posed and mugged for the camera. The view panned right and close-ups of the performers began stacking up in the empty space. The high-def images were formatted like polaroids with white borders, especially wide along the bottom edge. I was particularly pleased with how that effect turned out.
"Is that her wedding dress?" Susan asked with a giggle.
"No, that's from a costume party. She didn't wear white at our wedding, of course."
Rita threw the bouquet to an imaginary someone off-screen, then the three men took turns kissing the faux bride with increasing passion. The dark-haired boy, Jeff, kneeled down and reached under the hem of her dress to retrieve a garter from her shapely bare leg. He embraced her and kissed her hard, his tongue visibly moving in her mouth. Theo, Susan's handsome cousin, embraced her from behind and the two of them sandwiched her, grinding their crotches against her in front and in back. The view panned right, still images began stacking.
Kevin reacted as I expected. "Wow. This is really happening."
Theo unzipped her and Jeff helped her out of the dress. Underneath she was wearing white bra and panties which were uncharacteristically plain for her. They looked striking, though, on her full figure and tanned skin. The big guy, Mickey, bent her backwards as he kissed her, his tongue in her mouth and his hand in her panties. She pushed him away but she was laughing as she did so. He put his hands on her shoulders and she sank to her knees. She looked up at him with delight in her eyes as she undid his fly.
"Are you sure you want to show this to us?" Susan was incredulous.
"You two are the only people on Earth who I would share it with. Besides, you've both seen her this way, done things like this with her."
"It seems different when it's just the four of us, though."
Mickey ran his fingers through Rita's silver-streaked red hair as she took him in her mouth. Jeff and Theo produced their erections which she grasped in her hands. She started to switch to one of the other boys and Mickey turned her head back to himself. He lifted his cock and had her lick his balls. Still images stacked up showing close-ups of her face with varying lengths of his penis disappearing in her mouth. Her big blue eyes looked wide with surprise as she swallowed him down to the root.
"That guy is kind of an animal," observed Susan.
"She's with him tonight."
"You're kidding."
