This story is set back before readily available free internet porn was everywhere, where buying top-shelf magazines was most peoples gratification.
"Still looking good babe," Ashley Jones told herself as she looked at herself in her full-length mirror.
The new black fishnet crotchless bodystocking she wore, topped off with black killer heels, didn't hide anything but that meant her husband Alan, and more importantly, Libby, would like it. Libby had replied to their contact ad looking for a female to join them in their fun. They always travelled away from home, they were open-minded sexually but didn't need the neighbours in their close community knowing their business, even if there were one or two that she knew they'd both like to get involved with.
Married for twenty-two years, and with two twenty-year-old twins both away at University now, Ashley still had nearly the same figure she had back in her teens. Standing 5' 9" tall, 6' in these heels, Alan still towered over her. Standing 6' 5", he was the only man she'd ever slept with. He knew she'd slept with three women before they'd met, and plenty more since. This was due to his love of watching her with other women if he could watch. If they let him take photos or video it on his camcorder, even better. If he got to join in, like tonight, then that was the ultimate prize.
Forty-four years old, everything was still looking quite firm, not quite heading south yet. The outfit set off Ashley's long black hair nicely, another thing she was glad of was that she had no grey hair showing. Her figure was down to her personal trainer Chloe, who did a little more than just train her. Alan hadn't had that pleasure though, she was strictly ladies only.
The contact ad that Libby had answered was in a men's magazine. Alan kept telling Ashley she should let him send some photos into the Readers Wives section, but Ashley said she was too old, the models were all a lot younger than her. Like tonight though, they got regular answers to their ads for meetings. While the meeting had proved worthwhile, Libby had been a lot more attentive to Alan, taking a shine to his broad shoulders and chest from years of playing rugby, and his thick eight-inch cock.
Buying the magazines had been Ashley's idea. Threesomes had been a thing for them throughout the marriage and got more regular now they had the house back to themselves. Ashley had always used to stop at the same newsagents on the way home from work, at first it was because it wasn't very big so she could get served quicker, then it became a convenient place to buy the magazines as it was two miles from her home, far enough away that nobody would recognise her.
The first time she'd bought a magazine had been nerve-wracking for her. Although she'd been in the shop a lot previously, she'd never bought anything like this. She'd insisted to Alan that she buy them, as she'd get a buzz out of it. Adrenaline surged through her as she browsed the selection, not on the top shelf like most shops, but on a revolving magazine rack. Twice someone had come into the shop while she was looking, and both times it scared her into picking up a random magazine instead, pretending she was looking at that instead. She got a strange look when she selected a fishing magazine at random.
Eventually, the old man who ran the shop, a heavyset man with a huge white beard like Santa, walked over to the door, flicked a catch and turned over a sign. The sign read "Back In Ten Minutes" and was there for if Mr Singh needed the toilet as he worked in the shop on his own a lot. He'd been watching Ashley, he'd seen her shop there a lot but never looking at the porn mags.
"Take your time love, the door's shut now so you don't need to get jumpy," he told her.
She turned and gave him an awkward smile, and thumbed through the magazines again. He was tall and broad like her husband. She found a copy of Escort, thinking that might be okay. It had a readers wives section, a huge selection of ads and a contact section for some of the models whose photos were in there. She took it to the counter, placed it down and smiled at the newsagent again.
"Thank you for shutting the door, I was more nervous than I expected to be," she told him.
"Any particular reason you've picked that one? It has some good looking ladies in for you to look at?" he smiled and asked.
"My husband and I like to read them together, and he is trying to get me to pose for a readers wives section," Ashley told him.
"Husband? Ah sorry, I assumed as you were on your own and nervous you were a lesbian looking for ladies to look at. Sorry," he told her.
"Oh I like ladies too, a lot," she giggled.
He walked over to the magazine rack, selected two more, and returned to the counter. He placed them down, a copy of Fiesta and a copy of Razzle.
"I'll tell you what, seeing as I don't get many women come in here buying those kinds of mags, take all three of these as they all have readers wives in, and I'll just charge you for two. If you enjoy them, make sure you come back to buy them from me. And if you don't want to stand nervously by the rack, I can order them in for you so you just come to collect them," he told her.
She did so and thanked him as he placed them in a carrier bag for her. That was twelve months ago, and she did indeed go back to place an order for all three of them. The meeting of Libby was from a contact ad in one of them.
Over the twelve months Ashley and Jas Singh, the newsagent, had got friendlier and she began stopping for a chat when she went to collect her magazines, Jas kept joking as she still hadn't appeared in them yet as he kept checking to see her pictures. He'd even joked if Alan wouldn't take pictures of her he would do instead. Ashley laughed off his intentions.
Two weeks after meeting Libby, Ashley went into the shop to get the latest editions. Having had a meeting at work, she was dressed in a white blouse and black skirt, with black tights and heels on. She'd been looking forward to collecting these, She'd sent some pictures in finally that she'd taken herself and she was hoping they'd been published and seeing both Alan and Jas's reaction if Jas had already seen them.
"Wow, nice outfit. Is that for me to finally take photos of you?" Jas laughed.
He hadn't looked through them yet then, or they hadn't been published. Ashley was a little disappointed and hoped it was the first. She heard a noise and looked over towards the magazine rack where a youngish couple were standing sheepishly looking around. Ashley looked at Jas, who simply nodded, knowing what she was thinking. She watched them for a few seconds, while they nervously glanced around.
"Shut the door Jas, you need the toilet don't you?" she said loud enough for them to hear.
Jas walked over and shut the door, turned over the sign, then went into the back room. Ashley looked over at the couple and told them to carry on and ignore her, picking up her three magazines as she did so.
"I used to be nervous buying them too," Ashley told them.
"Thank you," the girl said, "We don't know which to buy?" she continued.
Ashley looked over at them. Both were blonde, the girl more white blonde and her boyfriend a dirty blonde colour. She was small, probably only about 5' 2" tall, but her tits were trying their best to escape from her top. She wore leggings, and Ashley found herself staring at the full curves of her thighs and buttocks. Her boyfriend was taller, around the same height as she was without the heels, around 5' 9". She walked over to them.
"Are you after anything in particular?" she asked.
The girl looked at her boyfriend, waiting to see if he'd be happy for her to spill their intentions to the lady who they didn't know. He smiled and nodded.
"Pete likes to take photos of me with his polaroid camera, and we've been told some of the magazines pay money if your photos are published," she said.
"We've started experimenting too, Sophie wants to try sex with a woman while I watch," Pete continued.
Ashley tried to hide her eyes light up at his comment, picked up her copy of Fiesta, and turned to the contacts ad page. She found a familiar ad, it was in every issue now.
"My husband and I use this one, this girl Libby is recommended," Ashley said, winking at them, Sophie and Pete looking shocked at each other.
Ashley went back to the counter and showed them the three mags she bought.
"I order these now, they were Jas's idea," she said, nodding at Jas who had returned, "I'm sure if you ask nicely he'll do you a discount if you buy all three,"
She flicked through the pages of her copy of Escort, then gave a mock cheer. The others all looked at her bemused.
"Page twenty-seven," she beamed.
She passed her copy to Jas, who kept looking between the magazine and at Ashley, his mouth open wide. Sophie opened a copy from the rack, gasped, and showed Pete the open page.
"Blimey," said Jas, "you're fit as fuck love," he said, wolf-whistling Ashley.
"Your pubic hair is very short isn't it?" Sophie said.
"Yes, It's a pain to do but better, it looks nicer and people like it when they go down on me," Ashley answered, laughing out loud.
Pete couldn't stop staring at the page, then told Sophie she could try hers like that too. She nodded.
"It will probably look better on photos too," she said.
"I have an idea, just think about it before turning it down. You want to take photos of Sophie, I want to take photos of Ashley here, let's do so now. Nobody has knocked on the door since I closed it so I could leave it closed now," Jas announced.
Ashley looked shocked, but deep down knew that seeing her photos in the magazine had turned her on, and knowing strangers would be enjoying them too. Taking photos of her would be fine, she was sure Alan would be okay if he found out. Even more so, she wanted to see Sophie naked.
"I haven't got my camera," Pete said.
Jas bent down and picked something up from under the counter. He held his hands up and was holding two Instamatic cameras and four packs of film.
"We can take forty-eight pictures each, that should be plenty," he beamed, "and we don't need to send them off, I can develop them in the back room so nobody else needs to see them," he continued, pointing to a sign above them advertising that service.
"That's all well and good, but where are we going to take these pictures?" Ashley asked.
