Twenty-five years ago, I married Gigi. A virgin at eighteen, her parents were so old fashioned that she grew up thinking sex was dirty and something only bad girls did to be popular with the boys. The first several years of our marriage were quite rough due to the intense guilt she felt from deriving pleasure from sex.
Seventeen years later, at age thirty-five, my wife still had the body of a twenty-year-old. Working out several times a week and playing tennis helped keep her tummy flat, her butt tight and her legs very shapely. In spite of having had two babies, Gigi is still a knockout and really has fun turning heads, especially at the beach.
Those first years after our girls were born were not easy because Gigi felt she was fat and out of shape after having two babies. With a little of coaxing however, I persuaded my iron maiden to pose for a couple of cheesecake Polaroid prints that I carried in the lid of my lunch bucket.
That started the ball rolling. It was not very long before I had her posing either in a nightgown or without her blouse and bra. Finally, after months of pleading and assurances that nobody would ever see her pictures, she posed totally nude for a set of photographs that included a couple of split-beaver shots.
We had come a long way. In spite of the erotic nature of my photography, Gigi came to realize that although she was the mother of two kids, she still had a young and very desirable body.
To this point, I had used nothing but black and white film, which I could develop and print in my own little darkroom. Then one evening, I slipped a roll of color film into the camera and shot some really hot stuff. Using a tripod and timer, I was able to get pictures of myself undressing Gigi and engaging in some very heavy foreplay, which included oral sex. Gigi just about shit herself when she found the package from the photo lab in the mailbox. I convinced her, however, that a computer developed the film and that nobody ever saw the actual pictures.
The story seemed to work through several more rolls of film until one day a roll came back from the lab with a note about poor back-lighting. That's when I discovered Gigi was secretly getting off knowing some darkroom technician was pounding his pork looking at pictures of us fucking and sucking. That night, for the first time in our married life, Gigi not only got me off orally, but she swallowed my whole load of spunk.
Over the years, I had accumulated quite an album full of pictures of the two of us engaging in various forms of sexual activity. When I mentioned the possibility of including another person, or couple in a photo session, I met with strong opposition. On that occasion, I had introduced Gigi to a couple that I knew was involved in the alternative life style and suggested that we party with them. Although she seemed to enjoy meeting Jim and his beautiful wife Patty at a dinner party, she became infuriated with Jim when he pressed his swollen erection against her tummy while dancing. Gigi flatly rejected the idea of wife swapping; there was no way that she was going to let Jim try to seduce her while I was getting my rocks off watching, or worse still, making out with Patty. I had more or less resigned myself to the fact that we were not going to swing with the swingers, except in my imagination. Little did I know what the future held in store for us.
I came home from a long trip late one Saturday afternoon, about nine years ago, and was ready for a hot shower; a cold beer and a relaxing soak in the Jacuzzi.
"Oh, no." Gigi excitedly announced, "You've no time for that, now. The girls are spending the night at Mom's and Chuck and Marlene are coming over for dinner. They're bringing Bob and Sally and they'll be here in less than an hour."
While I showered and shaved, Gigi dressed for dinner. Eagerly, she ran down to answer the doorbell while I was still in the shower so I did not get to see how she was dressed. When I did see her, I was quite pleasantly surprised. She was wearing a white mini-skirt with a sheer white blouse that was unbuttoned and open well below her bra, exposing more than the usual amount of cleavage.
Marlene, a statuesque blonde bombshell, wore a sexy black dress with a split skirt and a sheer, low cut top. Obviously braless, her charming attributes hid behind strategically placed appliqués. Sally, a sultry little red head, was wearing a low cut sundress that did not leave a whole lot to the imagination, either.
Chuck helped me fix drinks while Gigi finished setting the table. When we returned with the drinks, a hush fell over the room. When I asked why everyone had gotten so quiet, Sally just gave me a sly grin.
"Worry about it." she chuckled.
Dinner went rather slow and I could sense that Gigi was nervous about something, but Marlene kept giggling and elbowing her to make her laugh. After dinner, Chuck, Bob, and I went down to the game room and turned on the television to catch the end of an NBA game while the ladies cleared the table and gabbed in the kitchen.
Finally, Sally came in and positioned herself right in front of the television. Gigi sat between Chuck and me on the couch as Sally announced that she had a game, much better than basketball, for all of us to play. As we listened, Gigi placed her hand on my leg and massaged my thigh, moving her hand closer and closer to my crotch. When she kissed me, I discovered that she had been drinking. She was not actually drunk; but having consumed several cocktails, she was feeling no pain.
Marlene came in and sat next to Chuck on the arm of the couch as Sally started to explain the game.
We were "going to play Spin the Bottle: 90's Style." Sally sexily giggled. "But instead of just kissing the person indicated by the bottle, he or she will also remove an article of clothing from that person. There can not be any sexual contact with parts of the body still clothed."
"The first girl who looses all her clothes will pair off with the first guy who looses his." Marlene interjected.
"No losers, just winners...." Sally laughed as she placed a gin bottle on the floor and gave it a spin. Coming to rest, it pointed toward Chuck and Marlene.
Pulling Chuck to his feet, Sally wrapped her arms around him and planted a lip lock on his mouth. She ground her pelvis to his groin as their tongues entwined with each other. Pulling his shirt up, out of his trousers, and over his head, she threw it aside as she kissed his hairy chest. She sucked his nipples and ran her tongue slowly down across his hairy belly.
