Warren stared at the screen.
In front of him; his wife sat on their marital bed, the sun pouring through their south facing window, highlighting the flawlessness of her pale skin. Holly was smiling as she lewdly held her legs open, displaying her bare pussy for his camera.
Like almost every night, he had logged on to the website to look over her pictures. This particular one had been viewed over 6,000 times. Warren stroked his aching cock through his jeans as he thought about how many people had looked at his naked wife.
This was his porn. He didn't care about all the other girls displayed on the website. He got off on looking at the pictures of his wife being shown to the world. Barry had kept up his end of the bargain. After Warren had shared the last batch with him, Barry had logged in to the website, removed Holly's name from the posting and deleted his account. The effect was that Holly's now anonymous pictures were on display and there was no way for either Warren or Barry to remove them.
About 3 weeks ago, Barry sent Warren a link. Following it, Warren found a handful of Holly's pictures had been taken and re-posted to another website. It didn't list her name, just listing her as UK slut, but every single one was of her spreading, her face and pussy clear in each.
After using a reverse image search, he had found her on a further 13 sites, from all across the world. The majority were mixed in with other pictures of various naked women, but one stood out. It was from a niche forum and when he clicked on the link, found Holly had her own thread, titled 'UK Teacher exposed'.
In this thread, it had over 100 of Holly's pictures, spread out over 14 or 15 pages, with countless comments from her fans. Warren devoured each comment, from the relatively unimaginative "love her tits" to the in-depth descriptions of what they would like to do with her and to her.
They were able to 'like' a picture as well as comment and Warren took perverse delight in watching the counter rise every time someone 'liked' a new picture. Holly's thread was being updated by multiple contributors who each had made it their purpose to scour the web in the hopes of uncovering new pictures.
They debated on whether Holly really was a teacher and more than one of them asked if anyone knew her name or where she was from.
One of the main contributors was a user calling himself ProfessorxX. He had started the thread with a post, stating that he had traded some pictures with a guy on another forum who swore blind that this was a fellow teacher at the school he worked at, though refused to give any more details than that.
ProfessorxX went on to say that since then, he was making it his mission to find out everything he could about her. From the way the other guy had talked, some of the words he used, ProfessorxX believed that the original poster was a Brit.
Warren was engrossed as they scoured every picture for clues to the identity of the mystery woman.
Warren watched them over weeks, desperate to see them make progress and identify his wife. He felt a bizarre thrill when one user; 'MoleKingCole' uncovered the picture of her standing at the blackboard. Her name had been blurred out and it just read Mrs ***** ********* - Slut Teacher.
The room had really kicked off then. The excitement that she really was a teacher reverberated around the room. Comments flooded in of how they would like to get detention from her or bend her over her desk and spank her whilst she recited prime numbers or dates of famous battles.
Warren loved logging in to the room just to see them talk about her, completely unaware that she was his wife.
When Warren uploaded 3 new pictures of Holly to the site, he had an influx of private messages, asking him where they had come from etc. Warren chatted happily with them, saying he had swapped them with a guy claiming to be a collector of UK housewives. He tried to be pretty vague about it, but the new material instantly made him popular among the other users.
Within a couple of days, ProfessorxX made contact. He asked for details on where the pics came from and how to get in contact with the guy who shared them. Warren loved the interest this guy had in his wife. He told ProfessorxX that he didn't know the guy's contact details, but would definitely share with the group if he found anything out.
ProfessorxX gave him an email address to contact if he got anything new and Warren promised he would be the first to know if Warren got anything new.
Warren had found someone new to talk to. He still spoke with Barry most evenings, but here was someone discovering his wife for the first time.
Before long, the itch to display more of Holly returned. Warren called up the unedited picture of Holly in front of the blackboard. He desperately wanted to send the full picture to ProfessorxX, but managed to restrain himself. He put it into photoshop and blurred out everything but her initials.
Warren looked at the picture, squeezing his hardening cock through his jeans.
It showed his wife, smiling and naked, holding the chalk. On the board, the writing now stated 'Mrs H**** M****** Slut Teacher.
Warren clicked send.
He could feel he was following the same path as before. He knew that he would need to push the bar further and further. But for now, the thrill of sharing her initials had him throbbing.
Warren was toying with adding another revealing pic, when he heard the key in the front door, signalling Holly's return. Quickly, he shut down the laptop, willing his erection to go down before Holly noticed.
As she walked into the room, Warren tried to act as naturally as possible, but he could tell Holly wasn't 100% fooled. However, without anything to give him away, Warren hoped that she just thought he was having a wank to good old regular porn.
As she sat down and started telling him about her day at school, Warren couldn't shake the picture of her standing there in front of the blackboard and he started to feel his cock stir again.
Suddenly, he realised she was saying something to him and he looked up.
"Sorry hun, what was that?" he asked.
Holly smiled "I was just saying, I could do with going shopping this weekend. I need a new dress for the Christmas party."
Warren's gut wrenched. He realised the party was only 4 weeks away. When they went, he would come face to face with Barry for the first time since he had willingly given him all of her pictures - and asked him to expose her online.
Warren found himself more nervous than he had been in a long time.
He managed a faint smile at Holly and said "sure", but couldn't really focus on anything else that evening.
The following day wasn't much better. Warren found he loved the impending dread he was feeling. He had a perverse excitement about seeing Barry, looking him in the eye and knowing he knew every inch of Holly's body. That he had betrayed his wife to him. That he was owned by that blackmailing weasel. Just thinking about it was making Warren hard.
...
That weekend, Warren and Holly set off into town to go shopping.
Warren didn't mind - Holly was usually pretty decisive when shopping and he quite enjoyed sitting outside the changing room, watching below the gap in the curtain as she stripped between each dress. He watched intently, pinpointing the moment when she was down to her underwear, or even better, naked, imagining Barry somehow being able to see inside.
Warren was abruptly brought out of his day dream by Holly asking him what he thought of a silky blue dress she was wearing. Warren answered honestly that it looked fantastic, that she would be main focus at the party. Holly was turning this way and that, looking at herself in the full length mirror out in the waiting area.
"Can you see my pantyline in this?" she asked, seemingly unsure. Warren seized on the opportunity to study her backside in detail.
"Well, yeah, maybe a little." Warren confirmed suddenly fearing that this would mean they be back to square one in the hunt for her dress.
"So, my choices are this, with no panties, or the black one with no bra." Holly summed up matter of factly.
Warren felt his cock stir slightly at the statement. He hadn't considered Holly would ever dream of going to the party without a full set of underwear.
"Maybe, you could whip your panties off now and model for me - you know, so I can help make a more informed decision." Warren said, grinning.
Holly looked at him with a twinkle in her eye. "Maybe I should - you know, just so we can be sure."
She went back into the dressing room cubicle and pulled the curtain shut most of the way, leaving a gap of about four inches. She looked into the mirror, Warren making eye contact with her in the reflection as she slowly hitched the dress up to the top of her thighs, reached up under the dress and pulled down a lacy white pair of panties.
Warren watched, feeling his cock stir some more, aware that his jeans were getting uncomfortably tight.
Holly bounced out of the dressing room and twirled for him. Warren inspected her once more. Despite seeing it with his own eyes a moment ago, you couldn't really tell Holly wasn't wearing any panties.
Warren did his best deep in thought look and said "maybe, you should try the other one on again, just to be sure".
Holly nodded with a smile and walked back in to the cubicle, leaving the gap just like before. Warren realised he could sneak a couple of pictures of her whilst she changed, so, as subtly as he could, reached in to his pocket for his phone.
Holly caught him almost immediately and he went slightly red, feeling just like a child, being caught doing something he knew he shouldn't do.
Holly smiled and then continued stripping out of the dress. Warren rapidly pressed the shutter on his phone, hoping that the more he took, the greater chance some would come out that weren't blurry.
Holly came out wearing a shimmery black dress that looked fantastic on her. As before, she twirled for Warren to take in the full effect. It was backless and her white bra stood out starkly against the black. Warren mock winced at the sight.
"Yeah, you probably will need to leave the bra at home with that one." Warren observed. "Maybe, try it like that."
Holly grinned, fully aware of Warren's motives. Playing dumb, she replied "Yeah, ok, we need to be sure," and walked back in to the cubicle. She closed the curtain fully and Warren could hear her cackle at thwarting his voyeuring schemes.
Whilst Holly was in the cubicle, another lady came into the changing area with a handful of dresses and walked into the cubicle next to Holly.
