No, this isn't a story about the old TV show; rather it's about what not to do if your wife doesn't know about it.
At the age of 29 I, Van Mitchell, was a reasonably happily married man. My wife Gloria, 28, is an intelligent personable woman who was gifted with a nice set of knockers, large enough not to be missed by even a casual observer. The only consistent sore point in our marriage was my desire to have kids soon, and her desire not to.
Two other characters in my story are Britta ("exalted one" in Gaelic and Norwegian) Thomas nee Nilsen, 32, and her husband Carl, 36. Britta worked at the same company that I did, me as a computer engineer, she as the manager of HR. Britta is the type of woman that if you had the chance to date you'd likely fall in love with her. She is sweet, intelligent, competent in everything that she does, and drop-dead gorgeous. At six feet she might be too tall for some guys; since I'm six feet four inches tall that isn't an issue for me. I fantasized (only) about seeing Britta naked!
While at the inception of this tale Britta and I were not good friends, we definitely were friendly. A group of between 8-12 employees went out for pizza at lunchtime once a month, and she and I were often in that group. We even sat next to each other twice. My only real one-on-one contact with her was when her computer punked out at a very inopportune time.
Normally, someone from IT would immediately help the HR manager with her computer, however that day flu was running rampant through the IT department and the only two employees not out sick were tasked with a system-wide upgrade that could not be delayed because a possible piece of malware was detected in the system. Since Britta and I had been together with the group at lunch two days before, she called me in a panic.
I immediately went to Britta's office. I fixed her problem in ten minutes, ran a diagnostic on her computer since I was there and she was agreeable, and was able to extend a fifteen minute job to a half hour of pleasant interaction with her. The only issue that I had was my uncooperative cock, which decided to tent my pants causing me to hold a computer manual in front of it as I exited so as not to be exposed as a pervert.
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While there is no need to go into all of the characters' relationships since elementary school, bust or dick size, or favorite color, I do need to tell you a little about me to make this story realistic (like you will believe it is anyway, lol).
I'm usually intellectually lazy. While I had enough native intelligence to graduate from a decent engineering school I spent most of my time playing basketball, chasing women, working out, and drinking. I no longer do any of those except work out (which I do five days a week). I do my job pretty well -- but I'm not gung ho and don't do much more than I have to.
As a red-blooded male I "sometimes" look at porn on the Internet. My wife knows but her attitude is if you're on a diet (or married) you can still look at the dessert menu (soft porn), just don't order any chocolate cake (put your dick or tongue where you shouldn't).
As I was perusing a new website containing photos and a few videos of amateur wives I saw what to my tastes was the best body that I had ever seen in my life. The woman had long legs with killer thighs, a perfect bubble butt, spectacular round tits with prominent nipples, a flat stomach, and a shaved crotch with conspicuous labia that almost reached out of the screen and said "Fuck Me!" The photos were obviously taken with a candid camera, and the goddess' face was blurred with a computer or phone app. There were about a half dozen photos of her, which I immediately copied and kept in a "Best Photos" file on my home laptop.
The only photo where the goddess' face wasn't blurred was one that didn't show her face. It was my favorite. It was from the rear as she bent over with her legs slightly apart so that her pussy was completely exposed.
While I looked at the goddess' photo several times a week (if I looked at the rear one too long I ended up wanting to fuck Gloria immediately) for a month of course looking was all that I could do -- until...
Our company likes to have family events. On a Saturday near the beginning of July we had a party at a resort where there were all sorts of activities including a pool. After playing a few friendly games of volleyball I was sweaty and needed a swim so I changed into my bathing suit, took a quick shower so as not to pollute the pool water, and went onto the pool deck. I found my wife Gloria -- who looked really hot (not temperature, sexy) in a bikini I considered too small for a company event -- sitting on a lounge chair sipping a Mai Tai and talking to some of the other wives. I gave Gloria a quick kiss, went to the deep end of the pool and did a perfect (in my mind, the splash it caused may contraindicate it) swan dive off of the high dive.
After a few more dives as I was cresting the ladder at the deep end while exiting the pool a picture of comeliness walked in front of me. Even though the tall woman had a fairly conservative one-piece suit on there was no hiding how alluring her body was. As I perused her from the rear wishing that I had my sunglasses on she stopped, removed her hat and sunglasses and put them on a lounge chair, and continued toward the diving board. I saw the side of her face when she did that -- it was Britta!
As I watched her ass wiggle some more suddenly I noticed something on her right thigh just below her ass cheek. It looked similar to a mark on my favorite photo in my "Best Photos" folder on my home laptop. On the photo there was a spot that could have been a birthmark or tattoo of something closely resembling a star. It appeared that Britta may have the same mark.
I thought that I was subtle -- I found out later that I was about as subtle as a diesel truck -- following Britta around for the next fifteen minutes or so trying to get a better look. At last when I followed her up the ladder of the pool high dive I got a really good look. It was a birthmark that did resemble a four tipped star. After I got my good look I got dressed, enticed Gloria away from the pool, and we got lunch and ate with several other couples.
When I got home that night I looked at my favorite photo carefully, and enlarged it the most that I could. There was no doubt in my mind that it was Britta's mark on the right thigh on the photo.
My cock immediately inflated. I heard the shower running in the master bath. I quickly turned off the computer, got naked, and accosted Gloria in the shower. My blitzkrieg on her tits and crotch caught her off guard, but apparently also caught her willing. After a cursory attempt to dry us off I carried her to our bed and went after her pussy. If I eat her first Gloria will fuck any way that I want to.
I brought her to two orgasms with my tongue, lips, and fingers, then turned her on her hands and knees so that her pussy was exposed just like in my favorite photo. I hallucinated that the birthmark was on her right thigh and then proceeded to give Gloria the pasting of her life.
Our orgasms were so intense that we both temporarily lost consciousness. When we regained awareness I spooned her tightly while massaging her tits. "What the fuck was that, you animal?" she asked in an appreciative -- not snarky -- voice.
"Your hot body suddenly flashed into my mind and I had to have you," I snarled.
Gloria giggled and we both quickly fell asleep tired from our long day at the party, and our over-the-top sex session.
When we woke up the next morning I remembered not just the fuck the night before, but also dreams about fucking Britta doggy. I forgot my embarrassment once I fucked Gloria again.
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Once I knew that Britta was in the nude photos on the Internet I didn't know what to do. I thought about un-blurring her face in the five photos that showed it; I thought about just ignoring it; I thought about telling her anonymously; and I thought about telling her in person. Each action, or inaction, had potential consequences.
I was still thinking about it when I went to the site where I found her original photos two more, and a short video. In the short video her entire face wasn't visible, but her chin and hair were, and she was masturbating with a vibrator. At that point, given what I knew about how conservative Britta always was, I knew for certain that she did not know that the naked photos and video were on the Internet and she would want them off. I knew then that I had to do something.
The first thing that I did was to try to un-blur her face on one of the photos to positively confirm that it was her. At the same time if I could un-blur it that meant that others could too, and Britta sure wouldn't want that -- it was bad enough as it was.
I called up my only fraternity brother from college who also majored in a computer field. Unlike me he was really studious and I know that he had gone on to get a master's degree. After shooting the shit I told him what I wanted to do (without telling him why). He said "You first have to figure out what app was used to do the blurring. Once you find that out contact me and I'll send you the appropriate software tool." He then gave me instructions on how to determine what the blurring app was, warning me that it would be time consuming.
