I don't know how this all happened. Well, that's not really true. I know how it happened I just find it hard to believe.
My name is Steve and I'm twenty-six. My wife, Patricia or Pat is twenty-four. We met in college and married when she graduated two years ago.
I'm pretty average, about five eleven with brown hair and blue eyes and around one hundred ninety pounds.
On the other hand Pat is just about my perfect woman. She's five eight and weighs around one hundred twenty-five pounds. She is shapely with a small waist, rounded hips and an ass to die for. Her magnificent tits are thirty-six inches and a full "C" cup. Her thighs are full and well curved with calves that are nicely shaped. Oh and I should not forget that she has blonde hair and blue eyes. All of this lusciousness is clearly visible to anyone with eyes but there is one more thing you should know that excites me tremendously. She is a natural blonde with a thin blonde bush covering her pussy.
We recently moved to the city when I received a promotion. Pat is a teacher and was able to secure a position in the nearby junior college.
Although we had only been married for two years we had developed the habit of discussing things that may have happened during the day as we ate dinner.
It was a Thursday night when I noticed that Pat was especially subdued over diner. She was usually quite animated discussing her students and their accomplishments.
This night she was very quiet.
As we finished eating I could not stand it any longer and I simply asked her straight up what was the matter. She looked at me across the table with an expression that told me something bad had happened that day.
Her face seemed to collapse in on itself and she began to cry. I quickly moved around the table to comfort her. It seemed to take forever for her to stop crying and trembling.
She said that she did not know how to tell me what had happened and I suggested that she just start.
She got up and went into the living room and returned with her purse. As she reached into the purse she said that maybe it would be best if she just showed me and then we could talk. Now I was really confused. What could she be talking about?
She handed me an envelope with a number of pictures. I slowly removed them really not knowing what to expect.
The first picture was of Pat standing somewhat stiffly in front of what appeared to be a bare wall. As I shuffled the stack to look at the next picture the surprise must have shown in my eyes because Pat turned away from me. In the second picture she was standing in front of the same wall but her blouse had been pulled out of her skirt and unbuttoned. It hung loosely with some of her bra peeking thru the part.
Now I moved more quickly to the third picture and on thru the deck. The third picture showed my lovely wife standing in front of the wall in just her bra and skirt. Dreading what I would see next I quickly looked at the fourth picture in which her bra had been removed and she stood displaying her tits.
Now I love my wife's tits. Not only are they full and milky white but she has what I think are perfect nipples. Her aerolas are about the size of a silver dollar but where the aerolas of most women were fairly flat with a button nipple, Pat's nipples rose up in a cone shape rising sharply from her full rounded breasts. As much as I loved my wife's tits I was not pleased to know that someone had not only seen them but taken pictures of them.
I looked up and Pat met my gaze. My expression showing shock and questions but, once again, she looked away.
Reluctantly I looked at the next picture. Total surprise and shock ran through my body. My beautiful wife still stood in front of the same wall but there was a startling change. It was clear that there was now a man standing behind her because he had reached around and was cupping one breast and pinching the nipple of the other breast. I was in for yet another shock when it registered that the hands holding Pat's beautiful breasts were black.