It was some seven months since our return from Spain. Our lives had settled into some sort of routine after our first summer holiday together, when Sarah had realised her potential as an incredibly cock-hungry, inhibition-free young slut, and I'd very happily assumed the role of her partner/enabler/lover.
Unlike some relationships you read about, there was no element of humiliation, of getting my kicks by seeing others do what I could not. The simple truth was Sarah always needed more - nobody would ever satisfy her. We had a sex life which outshone any and all of my previous relationships. But Sarah needed more, and I needed her to have it.
For my part, I'd always dreamed of having a sexually adventurous partner. How this wish had come true, a thousand times over. I considered myself hugely fortunate to have found Sarah, who was my equal in desire, intelligence, imagination, sense of humour, everything you could measure.
I'd always been stimulated most by what I saw and heard. And I was fascinated by adventurous, confident women - probably a legacy of having been a keen consumer of pornography from a far too young age.
Sarah loved being watched and heard. And she was an incredibly confident and adventurous young lady. Add to all of this that I could honestly say I'd never been physically attracted to anyone even half as much as I was drawn to Sarah, and I was an extremely happy man.
For her part, Sarah had repeatedly stated how she'd never previously behaved anything like how she had with me. There was something about my easy-going nature concealing a particularly dirty mind and a hunger to explore it which brought out the slut in her.
So, all in all, we were a very well-matched couple, I thought.
Initially I was worried Sarah would have trouble adjusting to the reality of ordinary life after we returned, where she was not able to expose herself to all of sundry whenever she got the urge, and any number of young men with hard cocks could not be summoned at will to tend to her every need.
There was no doubt we'd be planning a similar holiday again, in future, but in the meantime we both took immense pleasure in editing, cataloguing and reviewing all of the many, many hours of video footage we'd accumulated over the months we'd been together. As well as the videos, there were literally thousands of pictures to sift through as well.
Whenever she came across a suitable picture or clip, where nobody was identifiable, Sarah put it aside as one to present to her burgeoning reddit community - her subreddit r/SuzieSlut323 received regular updates and was a hive of activity Sarah had recounted all of her adventures on reddit, and she loved the reactions when she posted.
We'd settled into a fairly vanilla sex-life - extremely active, but generally only the two of us were in attendance. There was always the understanding, though, that if an opportunity arose for anything 'extra', nothing had changed - we were always happy to do most things, sexually.
It was at my suggestion that we sent some pictures into 'Aphrodite' magazine, for the reader's wives section.
It was Sarah, however, who'd decided that she wanted her face to be on full display for these photographs.
"How many people even buy these magazines these days?" was her reasoning. "And out of the ones who do, how many are ever going to cross my path in real life? And even if they do, they'd still need to make the connection, and would have to admit buying dirty mags to make anything of it - most people don't like that."
I admit that the prospect excited me, but we spoke about it at length before biting the bullet and sending in a suitable set.
However, there was also an undercurrent to her decision, which was revealed after further probing.
"OK. If I am totally honest..." I already knew before she said it, it wasn't hard to see, for someone who knew her as well as I did.
"I get off on the idea of people finding out. I know it could be pretty bad, like lose-my-job bad, but..."
I nodded.
"I know, if gets me going as well, but it's easy for me, I'm not the one who would get all the flak"
"That's just it," Sarah was clearly very excited by these thoughts, and had explored them thoroughly.
"That day, when everyone finds out. I mean, it's going to happen, isn't it? There's already a load of material out there from last year, down on the beach. Both of our faces will be clear on those videos."
I remembered this only too well, Sarah's behaviour with three lads on the nudist beach leading to me fucking her uncontrollably from behind whilst the young men who had just ejaculated on her recorded the events, at Sarah's request. I was surprised that we hadn't already stumbled across some of this footage online - it surely was out there somewhere.
I nodded.
"It is just a matter of time." Sarah grinned.
"And, I know, I know, it's really bad and all, but... That day, it's also going to be pretty fucking hot. Everyone finding out who I am, what I am, what I've done."
I knew that look, that tone. Sarah's filthy mind had found a new objective, and it was inevitable now. She wanted to be revealed to the world as the slut she'd become.
I resigned myself to the fact that Sarah would most likely now be engineering her own fall from grace, more than trying to prevent it.
Aphrodite magazine pays £25 per picture used, and they used eight of Sarah. One fully clothed, in a pure white minidress and thigh-high matching white boots, then a further seven showing various stages of undress, with plenty of shots of her lovely cunt, which was again sporting a nicely managed triangle of fur, lips silky smooth and hairless.
The 'hardest' type of picture this type of publication will print is 'continental' posing, which translates to the vagina being held open. Sarah's inner pink and moist cunt was on display in four of the pictures. But what really made it so exciting was that there was no head turned away from the camera or thrown back to hide her features; my girlfriend's beautiful face shone out from the pages of this magazine, freely available to purchase from any newsagent.
Sarah was also thrilled by this, and over the next few days we purchased the magazine multiple times. She enjoyed walking into a shop and flicking through to her photos, examining them carefully and from various angles, before taking it to the shopkeeper and purchasing it.
The publishers were in touch and Sarah received a cheque for £200. The money was not needed, but it was a symbolic thing which she was really proud of. She was also invited to send in further pictures, which she did, and this repeated the next month when she was again featured more prominently.
