As I related previously (https://www.literotica.com/s/showing-off-my-wife-ch-01), my wife had always had exhibitionist tendencies but I was too nervous to really 'show her off.' But one drunken night last summer we were in a co-worker's hotel room and he was able to get her to expose herself to him. He didn't touch her, nor did he even talk about touching her, but he did 'control' her and exploit her submissive nature. As she leaned against me on the sofa, she unbuttoned her blouse, hiked up her skirt, undid her bra and lowered her panty. And when he told her to "Show me how you touch yourself" she fingered herself to orgasm right in front of him. It was one of those 'never in my wildest dreams' moments.
After that my relationship with that co-worker - James - changed. Our once easy friendship was now ... different. This man had had been dominant - there's no other word for it - with my wife. And by me allowing everything to happen, I guess I had submitted to him as well. We didn't talk about the incident, but the knowledge that something major had happened hung in the air. And then there was the cell phone picture he snapped that night, proof of what my wife and I had done.
My wife and I only discussed the incidence once, and Jenny made it clear that since I had been present and that there had been no actual sex, it wasn't cheating. "I would never cheat on you," she assured me. This made me feel better, although I realized that her definition of 'cheating' had a few caveats. When she asked me how I felt I told her that I had found it extremely exciting. I didn't tell her that I was also worried where it could lead. Would James try to blackmail us - for money or sex or just for more kicks? Or had it been a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence?
About a month later, James sent me an e-mail with a web address, a Reddit site for sharing pictures of 'hot wives'. Flush with worry I typed in the URL. And there it was for anyone to see: Jenny's body (in my arms) naked, legs spread, fingers in her pussy. My God, he had posted her picture online (something I could never do) but fortunately he had cropped out our faces, so there was no way to identify her or me. Total anonymity. James had titled the posting "My play toy - A co-worker's wife." There were a few comments about Jenny's 'sweet cunt' and 'nice perky tits.' One user 'would fuck her good'. Another wrote, "How 'bout a face picture?" I have to admit, it was thrilling to see the picture out there, for all the Internet to see. And I was so thankful that our faces were cropped out.
Even after this James never brought up the subject. Something about us not talking about added to the thrill. And for the next few weeks I checked the website daily, loving the mostly positive comments. Once I even masturbated to the picture. It was a thrill, and even more exciting was the fact that it wasn't me who uploaded that picture. No, another man had done it!
One thing I didn't do was tell Jenny. I don't know why but for some reason I kept it a secret. And when James finally brought the subject up a few weeks later - "What does Jenny think of her online admirers?" - I confessed that I hadn't told her. He looked at me carefully. "Hmmm, interesting..." I then realized he had another thing to use against me if he wanted. Maybe that was why he said, "I love the one picture I have of her. Her body looks fantastic. It's great that she keeps in shape." I just nodded silently as he discussed my wife's body. "But one is not enough; I want to see more."
"I don't have any," I lied.
"I don't want your old pictures. I want new ones, taken just for me. I want to do a little modeling. Some sexy poses."
Maybe it was the authoritative tone to his voice that made me not even think about questioning his request. "So, you want me to take some and send-"
"I want
Jenny
to send me pictures. Not you." He eyed me carefully, already knowing I would comply. "Let's plan on Friday. This Friday." He knew Fridays were her work-from-home days.
"And how do I tell her that-"
He shrugged his shoulders, not caring about my dilemma, then slipped his phone into his pocket and left.
I was a bit dazed. I was asked - no, told - to offer up my wife for his pleasure. Again, a mix of emotions: worry, fear, jealousy. But what was that other unexplainable feeling of excitement? Was it the thought of Jenny exposing herself to him? Or was it the realization that I, too, was submitting to his desire?
I waited until Tuesday night bedtime before bringing up the subject to Jenny. During foreplay I rubbed her body while she laid face down. When my fingers got to the good body parts I started in on dirty talk, getting her excited and thinking about fantasies. As I lightly played with her pussy, I brought up that night in the hotel: "That was so hot when you showed your pussy to James." I held my breath as I waited for her response.
"It was?" There was hesitation in her tone.
"Of course it was." I then spent a few moments recalling the night in every dirty detail, getting her more excited, before getting to the pitch. "You know, he took a picture of you."
"I know." It came out like a grunt.
"James has a picture of your beautiful body naked. I bet he strokes his cock looking at it. Would like that? Him getting his cock hard looking at your picture."
She moaned. "Uh huh."
I waited until she was getting close to orgasm. "I bet he would want to see more. More pictures of you. And you would like that too, wouldn't you? To pose for him, to show off your body, to expose yourself-"
"Like a stripper?"
"Yes, like a stripper."
She took in a deep breath. "Like a slutty wife?"
This was going to be easier than I thought. "Yes, like a dirty slut showing off her pussy to another man." I sensed her body quiver. "You could dress up sexy and then take pictures of yourself are you undress, as you show him your tits, and your ass, -"
"And my cunt." God, she was hot.
"You could use your cell phone. No one would know..."
In a quiet voice: "You wouldn't mind?"
I gently laid my body atop her, my erection pressed against her ass. "No, it would be a turn on."
"They're just pictures, right?"
"Just pictures," I answered, as I guided my cock inside the wet lips of her pussy. "You can do it on Friday, when I'm at work." I began to take long thrusts inside her, and felt her arch her back in perfect rhythm. "You'll be alone here ... so you wouldn't be ... be nervous ... with me around."
It didn't take long for either of us to orgasm. Afterwards we lay for a few minutes in silence. Then, meekly, she asked: "Was that just talk before? About the pictures?"
Sensing that she wasn't totally opposed, I said, "No, no, you could do it. It would be a turn-on. And James is safe. You use your phone..."
She didn't respond; she just nodded her head, and I knew that we had a plan.
Wednesday evening I walked into the bedroom to find Jenny going through her sexy lingerie drawer. She held up a black teddy. "What do you think of this?" I nodded in approval. "And the white nylons you like?" She set them on the floor, then withdrew a red bra with holes to expose the nipples. I sat and watched her, neither of us verbalizing what she was doing: planning sexy outfits to wear for another man's pleasure.
Friday morning she was in the kitchen making coffee when I came out dressed for work. "Today's the day," I told her.
"Yep, today's the day." She smiled then waited for me to make a final objection. When I didn't she asked: "I don't have his number."
I took out his business card. In red marker he had circled the cell number, then added a happy face. I placed it on the kitchen table for her. "He said to call him at 10:30." We hugged and shared an awkward kiss, and I left the house feeling confused.
10:30 did not come fast enough. I wasn't sure if I would be involved but around 10:25 James invited me to his office. He was already on his phone swiping a picture. "Very nice." He held the phone up. In the picture Jenny was standing, facing the full length mirror, wearing a blouse and one of her dress-up frilly skirts, with white nylons and heels. She had done her hair and applied makeup since this morning. "Red hot lipstick!" he told me. "She really wants to please me." He motioned for me to shut the door, then asked. "Now what would make a good picture?"
I thought this was rhetorical but as he stared at me I realized he was asking me to describe a pose. This was almost too much to ask, but when he pressed me again I blurted out: "Maybe, a ... picture from behind."
