My name is Wolf (yeah, my parents were weird) and my wife is Dana. We've been married for over 25 years and for about half of that we've been part of the swinging lifestyle. It started out just with her being shared because I had enjoyed plenty of sexual adventures before we ever got together and she hadn't. Her sexual experience prior to our marriage had, in fact, been rather limited. She'd had sex with three guys before me. One of them was a one night stand. One was a long term very serious relationship (she thought) that ended when she got a wedding invite from one of her friends... who was marrying Dana's boyfriend. Then there was the third guy who she slept with a few times "as maintenance" was the way she put it. But prior to dating me she'd only ever given one guy oral sex -- and it wasn't even any of the three guys she'd had intercourse with. It was her high school boyfriend who she never did have intercourse with. She had never masturbated in front of anyone and was, in fact, ashamed to admit that she did it at all.
Across the span of our first few years together we added some slow expansion of her activities and got to the point where she loved to tease me by putting on a great masturbation show, bringing herself to several orgasms while I stroked and watched. She learned to give an exceptional blowjob and seems to take great pleasure from making me cum in her mouth or all over her chest. She admits that the pleasure is two-fold: she likes MAKING me cum... it's not my choice. It's hers. And she admits that she likes knowing she's brought me so much pleasure. She's learned to enjoy some backdoor stimulation and, most recently, has expressed her desire to "become a three hole slut." We're working on that.
That might seem odd since she started having other sexual playmates (with my permission and encouragement) about 13 year ago. Since then we've evolved our sexual lives to the point where she's enjoyed having two men at once several times now and we've swapped with a few couples. She's discovered how much she enjoys seeing me fuck another woman while the woman's husband is tending to her (Dana). I've always enjoyed seeing her be sexual in any way, so being able to fuck while I watch her enjoy herself only made it better.
Part of our marriage has also evolved into me sending her frequent sensual or sexual photographs. It started with sending shared wife or hotwife memes and grew into sending her images of hot guys being suggestive. It was eye candy for her. It got her worked up and I always reaped the benefits. Then one day I had the idea of sending her some pictures of me instead. I had spent a lot of time paying attention to what I eat and working out and, even for a guy in his mid-fifties, had gotten to the point where I had a decent set of abs. My physique was easy to look at and appreciate and I had gotten good enough at manipulating photos that I could adjust any photos taken with a number of filters and effects. I just needed a photographer I could be myself in front of -- and it wasn't going to be a guy. I needed a woman who could coach me and would be comfortable taking such photos.
Enter Jade. Jade was the wife half of a couple Dana and I had met with the hopes of them becoming playmates. As it worked out, Mark (the husband) and Dana didn't get along very well. Jade, as we discovered when we met, and I had grown up in the same neighborhood and gone to the same schools. She was a couple years younger than I but we had a bunch of old friends in common. I was more than willing to play with Jade but she had a loose rule about playing with childhood friends. Apparently she had done so in the past and it had been... weird.
But Jade and I maintained a friendship and chatted often. Most of the time it was about life and challenges but there was a fair sprinkling of sexual innuendo thrown in and neither of us ever took offense to it. As time went on, we agreed that playing would be fun and Dana had always told me that if I wanted to fuck Jade I could. Jade and Mark's agreement was such that she didn't even have to ask or tell him about any play.
So when I came up with the idea of having my own pictures taken so I could filter them and turn them into sexually oriented images or memes to send to Dana, I naturally I thought Jade might be the perfect photographer. She was someone I could get undressed or naked in front of and she could coach me into various poses, etc. I asked her and she loved the idea but she wanted the same service in return. She was willing to be my photographer if I was willing to be hers. I quite happily agreed. We set a date three months out so she had time to lose a few pounds she felt she'd look better without and she wanted to pick out some outfits to wear. She was going to surprise Mark with a portfolio of photos in an assortment of outfits and varying stages of dress / undress.
The time passed and it often caused me some frustrated discomfort thinking about the photo shoot to come. I didn't plan on anything happening with Jade beyond posing for and then taking photos. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't harbor some hope that she'd get so horny in the process that we'd mutually decide to take advantage of the opportunity. When the time we'd set got closer, Jade took a day off work and we agreed she come over to my house about an hour after Dana went to work. After Dana left that morning, I went to the basement and set up our photography "studio." We planned on taking plenty of posed photos there but we also had planned to take some more candid shots around the house: in the kitchen, on the deck, in the hot tub and on the day bed in our guest room.
Much to my surprise, Jade showed up in jeans and a tight fitting shirt and carrying a small suitcase. When I commented on it she laughed and said it held all her outfits, some make up for touching up and "a few other things." I showed her where to put it in the basement in the space we'd use as a "changing room" next to the bathroom down there. We both wanted a cup of coffee and Jade suggested that before we even get that, we get the shoot started. She suggested that I dress only in my most comfortable pajama pants -- and nothing else. She would take some photos of me enjoying my coffee in various settings.
I liked her idea and followed her suggestion. The weather was nice so being outside in just the light cotton PJ pants wasn't cold. But it was just cool enough outside that the steam off the coffee was easy to see in some of the photos Jade took. We moved from kitchen to deck to front porch to family room to kitchen. It probably took 45 minutes to an hour as we moved around, sipping our coffee and me following Jade's suggestions for poses. I was impressed and happy with the photos she took and already figuring out what filters I'd apply to which pictures for best effect.
We got another cup of coffee and by then I was VERY comfortable walking around in my PJ pants. My cock had partially risen here and there based on the setting and suggestions from Jade. At one point she'd been very specific about making sure the camera caught the outline of my semi-erect manhood in the cotton PJ pants. Still, it took me a little by surprise, after we'd gotten the second cup of coffee when Jade said, "Lose the PJs." The look of surprise on my face was apparently obvious as she giggled at me. "What?" she asked. "This is supposed to be an erotic photo shoot, right?" I nodded yes. "Lose the PJs then," she said with a smile. "Let's go to all the same places and take another series of photos with you and your coffee... in your birthday suit."
I had absolutely no good reason to say no and, in truth, was eager to be naked -- but not by myself. I wanted her to be naked too. At that moment I knew that I very badly wanted this photo session to end with my cock buried in Jade. Setting my coffee down, I untied the PJs and pushed them down / off. I put them over the back of one of our dining room chairs and did my best to look nonchalant as I stood there naked in front of Jade.
She wasn't shy at all. She made no pretense of not looking at me. Her eyes traveled my body without shame and lingered on my manhood. Thanks to lots of our previous conversations about the lifestyle and sex in general, I knew she'd had plenty of experience with cocks much larger than mine. Still, she looked quite delighted with the view. "Oh, good," she said with a smile. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to counsel you on grooming." I looked down and then back up at her with a smile.
