Disclaimer :
This story is based almost entirely on events that really took place, although names and places have been changed to protect those who had a hell of a lot of fun. Dialogue has been fabricated, however, as after a year it's almost impossible to remember exactly what was said, especially after a night of sampling the products of various vineyards. I've had to add in a fair bit of imaginative "quotes" as grunts and groans don't really make for a gripping story, fun though they are to make. Anyway, enough drivel, on to the story itself. We hope you enjoy it. Feedback is welcome.
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It's been almost a full year since we posted our first effort at documenting our sexual exploration here on Literotica. "Real life" has unfortunately prevented us from posting more as we'd hoped to, but we're back and are determined to keep a proper diary which we will share with others who are interested enough to read our story.
For those who haven't yet read our initial offering, a brief summary of the tale is that I happened to be chatting to a very good friend one night, on IRC, and sent over a somewhat suggestive photo of Jen in the hot tub. I was actually sending the photo to show him what the hot tub looked like, as he hadn't yet seen our new house, and he commented that he wished he could see below the bubbles which covered her. I sent over another photo, this one showing her topless, which he really loved. We chatted a bit more and I realised that I got a real kick out of showing her off to him. At that point, my lovely wife found out, but far from being angry at me for displaying her charms to him, she got rather excited at the thought. She then allowed me to take a few more photo's which I subsequently sent over to him. That's what happened, in a nutshell. Since then, a lot has happened and a lot has changed in our lives, and this story is going to hopefully pick up from there and bring you up to speed on our sexual explorations.
After that first exchange of photographs, we quickly realised that we were a perfect match for each other. My wife and I, I mean. Yes, we knew we were great together or we would never have married, but this little quirk showed just how compatible we were. My secret fantasy turned out to be that I wanted to expose her to other guys, while hers turned out to be that she wanted to be exposed. What a perfect couple! Jen loved the excitement, the naughtiness of letting me photograph her nude and sending the pictures to my best friend. She loved to read his email, especially the ones where commented on how beautiful her body was, and how he wanted to be able to touch her breasts, feel her nipples in his palms, or how he wanted to pull her close and wrap his arms around her to feel her boobs pushed against his chest while his hands cupped her ass cheeks.
I enjoyed reading his replies too, and often found myself with a hardon reading what he wanted to do to her. I frequently imagined what it would be like to watch the two of them making love, and found out that Jen did too. At first we found it just a bit weird. How many guys are comfortable with the idea of another guy fucking their wife, especially their best friend? Is it normal? Well, we've accepted that it is, and for us it's the right thing. We're pretty secure in our relationship, I think that eleven years together proves that. Jim is also a great guy, a great friend to both of us, and the logical choice for a partner that both of us trust enough to join us in bed.
Before I get too carried away with the story, let me backtrack a bit to the few days before our initial photo shoot for Jim. Up till then, Jen had been a very shy lady, and could never understand that I or other men found her attractive. She always thought she was unattractive and overweight. Sure, she's not a supermodel (hell, I think I could be a stand in for Quasimodo if they ever need one) but I find her sexy as hell, and so do other guys. I often used to see guys looking at her but she never believed me when I told her. Since that first night I sent Jim her photo's, she's realised she is attractive and sexy and she's come out of her shell, and finally believes and feels she is sexy!
Anyway, back to the story...
In the days following that first impromptu photoshoot, Jen and I talked a lot about what we'd done. Mostly we were unsure of what Jim now thought of us. Would he feel that we were too weird and stop writing to us, would he want to see more, what was he thinking. What, for that matter, were we thinking?
Jen and I talked a bit, and decided that even if Jim didn't want to see more, we were going to keep taking nude photo's of her because we found it was such a turn on! That afternoon (we couldn't wait for the night) we took more pictures. Jen got dressed up as a naughty schoolgirl and did a slow striptease as I clicked away, taking picture after picture of her as she revealed herself to me. This time she asked me to carry on even after she was naked, and spread herself like a Hustler centrefold for the camera. I showed amazing restraint, and kept taking pictures long after I wanted to put the camera down and bury my throbbing cock in her wetness. Needless to say, when the batteries finally gave out, I wasted no time and jumped into bed with her and fucked her wildly for the next hour or three. She was hotter and wetter than I had ever felt her, and the way she thrashed and moaned as I fucked her made me determined to do this more often. Nude photography is an aphrodisiac!
Later that night I downloaded the photo's from the camera to the computer and relived the afternoons events on the computer monitor. OK, I confess, I got a raging hardon and had to whack off, but it was only the once, I swear! Maybe twice...
Jim emailed again the next day, and it was as if nothing had happened. He wrote about his day, what he and his girlfriend had done (went on a short hike, nothing sordid like you were probably thinking), and other inconsequential items. Fine, I thought, at least he's still talking to us. We haven't scared him off. Then I read those magic words...
"By the way, bud, I really loved those last pics you sent. Tell Jen she's a sexy woman. You're a lucky fucking bastard!!!"
Well, I didn't need any other encouragement. I quickly fired up the picture viewer, selected another three photo's and attached them to my reply.
"I'm glad you enjoyed them, mate. I hope you enjoy these just as much."
I clicked on "Send" and the email with three photo's of Jen in and out of her naughty schoolgirl outfit made its way to his inbox.
Over the next few days we emailed back and forth, discussing the pictures. He thought they were great, and that was when he told me that he got a hardon when he looked at them. Heh. I told Jen what he'd said, and even though she claimed to be shocked and horrified that he'd thought of her sexually, I could see the little look of lust hiding behind the blush. A little later I felt her hand slip around my cock as I typed my reply to his latest email.
"What are you writing?" Jen asked, stroking me gently.
"Just telling Jim how wonderful and soft your tits are, and how hard your nipples get when I suck on them..."
