My decent into cheating started with the exact moment of a single camera snap of my cell phone. It seemed innocent enough at the time. Using the bathroom mirror, I took a few shots of myself topless. My husband, Eric had always been after me to be more daring.
I wore my blond hair loose and down past my shoulders, partially obscuring my bare nipples. I looked over the photos and moved my hair aside to fully expose my breasts. At this angle, they looked larger than they were. I had a nice tan going that was distinctive in contrast to my bikini covered private parts. It seemed like a sexy shot to me. Still, I felt like I could do more.
I removed my panties and stepped back so that I could have a full body shot into my photo. That should be daring enough, I said to myself, and I prepared to send Eric a couple of my nudes. I titled my pix, 'Your daring wife, Chelsey' and pressed the send button.
Eric was at work. I wondered if he'd look at the pictures in a meeting and someone else might see them. With that thought, I began to get incredibly turned on. I chose not to get dressed just yet. I went to the bedroom and began to masturbate. At first, it was just using my fingers. Yet, I wanted something more stimulating. I reached in the drawer and pulled out my long cylindrical vibrator and turned the rear knob so that it buzzed away at my clit.
The thought occurred to me, why not share this moment, too. I had my cell by the bed. I grabbed it, extended my arm and took a shot of my dripping slit. I sent that one to Eric, this time titled, 'Wish you were here'.
He hadn't yet replied to the first set, but it didn't matter. I was so charged up from exposing my sexuality, I plunged the vibrator deeply into my cunt. "Take it, you filthy slut," I said aloud. The buzzing and the feeling of exhibitionism caused me to have a spectacular orgasm. My legs pressed hard against the sheets. "You dirty fucking skank," I called myself. I've always enjoyed verbal abuse when I masturbate.
Once more, I raised the phone up and took a shot of my pussy. My lips were red and slightly swollen from the excitement and abuse of my vibrator. I also sent that picture to Eric.
It was then that I decided to go another round of self-satisfaction. I'd never been multi-orgasmic before, but that afternoon I came in two powerful waves of sheer enjoyment. I lay on the bed perspiring from my lone adventure.
Then my phone beeped and I saw I had gotten a reply from Eric. It said, "Stay like you are, I'll be home as soon as I can."
I suppose I should have waited under the sheets, like a good girl, but I once again became too horny to wait. My vibrator entered my vagina once more, "Okay you whore, your nasty pussy's going to be really sore by the time he fucks you." I ran the vibrator deeply into me and continued to thrust away until I came yet again. I fantasized about Eric showing his co-workers the snaps of his slutty wife and telling everyone I was a complete tart. The more I thought about it, the more amped I became.
Sometime later, I heard Eric's car pull into the garage. I took another pic of my throbbing pussy. It had been exercised more than ever and its night was just beginning.
"I loved your pictures. That's the kind of stuff I've been talking about," he said as he kissed me.
Barely able to control my passion, I unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper. Eric had always been the aggressor in our sexual encounters. This time, it was me leading the charge to his erection. I jammed it into my mouth and made sure it was as hard as it could possibly get before demanding, "Get that cock inside me, now."
Eric said he was delighted by my new attitude and asked, "What got you in this mood?"
"The thought of you showing me off to your co-workers."
"I'd never do that to you, Chelsey."
"I know," I said, doing a great job of masking my disappointment, "I was just pretending."
He entered my sore pussy. I felt wonderfully raw. I begged him to pump me harder. I wanted my nasty cunt to suffer from abuse tonight. I sought to feel a sweet agony of too much sex in the morning.
I reached for my cell phone and was about to snap a shot of the two of us fucking, when he stopped me. "What are you doing?"
"I wanted to have a couple of shots of us for my slutty wife collection," I replied.
At first, he refused to be photographed. I convinced him to allow it; if he wanted to continue screwing his showoff wife. Still, he turned his head away to avoid getting his face shown.
After we'd fucked, he said, "Promise me, you won't show those pictures to anyone else."
"Who would I show them to? It just excites me doing this." I convinced him to take some more nudies of me in different poses before we turned out the lights. In the dark, I continued to rub my clit, even though it was exhausted. I was barely able to sleep that night thinking about all the things I'd love to do showing myself off in candid photos.
I work part-time, so I have plenty of spare time on my hands. The next day, I spent most of it hunting the internet for a place where I could post my pix. I'd only promised Eric, I wouldn't use any with him in them. I was quivering with arousal when I posted my previous shots under the name ValerySlut69, plus a few new ones I'd just taken of me cupping my ample breast and licking at my nipples on timed shots.
It was a small amateur wife site with a membership firewall. Allegedly, the site was run by a real amateur housewife, named "Dolly" for wives that loved to 'display their assets'. At best I'd be viewed by a couple hundred people, but that was enough to get my juices flowing down my right leg.
Even as sore as my clit was from all the attention, I masturbated for an hour before Eric came home. When he asked his usual question, "So, what have to be up to today?" I replied, "Oh, the usual BS," but I had a secret smile.
He wouldn't want to screw my pussy for another two days, but I could have gone at it all night from the way I felt. Finally, around 1 AM, I couldn't contain myself, and I check the site. Twenty-five people had viewed my pix and I had gotten over a dozen likes on each one. Even as tender as I was, I rubbed myself to another orgasm under the sheets as Eric slept unaware of my activities.
A week later, I'd posted over a hundred photos of myself in all kinds of exotic poses. I'd even gone as far of buying a brightly-colored dildo and had shots of me rubbing it all over me and then inside me; both my pussy and asshole.
On a nightly basis, I checked my status on the site. I'd gathered a small fan base, apparently. There were dozens of comments asking for more poses. I felt obligated to pose according to the more imaginative ones. The more I complied with the requests, the more followers I developed and the more requests I happily fulfilled.
By the end of the month, some of my work had well over a thousand views and hundreds of raving comments. Then on a Thursday an email arrived from Dolly. She said my photos had become a big hit. Her membership had expanded more rapidly than she'd ever seen. She asked if I lived nearby and wondered if I'd be willing to have her photograph me.
