My name is Scott and I met my wife, Tina, in our final year of law school. We both went into practice, but with different firms and got married two years later in our mid twenties. We were very much in love and although we'd both dated plenty, our sexual experience was pretty unremarkable. I had only slept with two girls and Tina had never gotten past the heavy petting stage and I suppose that this kept us happy for a long time as we had no one to compare each other with. Beside which, Tina was quietly attractive, with long black hair, olive complexion and a trim 5'6" figure topped off with cute 34B breasts, she turned heads whenever we went out and I was always proud to be with her. I had no reason to look at anyone else.
I suppose we are like a lot of couples when it comes to sex. The first few years after getting married are exciting enough in their own right and then sometimes, things progress to magazines, x movies and in our case sex stories and fantasies involving Tina with other men. Then we stumbled upon some photographs by accident and it ultimately changed our lives forever.
Having kids never featured high on our agenda and as we hit our mid thirties, with two good salaries coming in, we decided to move away from our city apartment to a much bigger home in one of the leafy suburbs, which we bought from a couple four or five years older than us who were separating.
The day after we moved, I had to go to the office to finish work on an important case and left Tina unpacking boxes and finding places to put all our accumulated possessions. I got home sooner than expected mid afternoon and spotted Tina in the conservatory at the side of the house, sitting back, looking at what I thought was a magazine, but what surprised me was that she seemed to have her skirt pulled up and had a hand on her pussy. She had no idea that I was there and I watched for a short while as she rubbed at the front of her panties. Intrigued, I returned to the front and went in calling her name.
She looked a bit flushed as she came through.
"Hi honey." I said, as I bent to kiss her. "How's it going?"
"Er yeah, it's good ... er ... yeah...". Then she blurted out, "There's something you just got to see ... you see, when I was putting stuff away in the wardrobes I found this package that the last people left. Well, just come and see it yourself - it's easier to show you than explain it." and with that I followed her through to the conservatory.
She passed me a bulky A4 envelope. I put my hand in and drew out about thirty glossy photographs, all of which featured the couple we had bought from, totally naked! Some were of them posing in various ways, both indoors and out, but others were of them having sex and had obviously been taken by someone else, given the angle of the shots.
Tina was blushing by now. "He's rather large." she said. "In fact, he's huge. I had no idea that they really could be that big!"
She was right. Mark, the former occupant of our house was very big indeed. Compared with my average six inches, this guy was much longer and a good inch thicker with a big circumcised head. His wife, Kelly, was pictured in various stages of orgasm as she rode him.
"To think that we sat round here drinking coffee with them and we never knew. They were really nice as well, not sort of, well ... dirty like you think of people like that. Do you think they were swappers?" Tina asked.
I laughed. "You mean swingers! Probably - someone else took these photos which doesn't seem to have been a problem to them."
"Let me have another look." Tina took the prints from me and slowly looked through them and lingered at the pictures of Mark on his own. For someone about forty he was in good condition - fit and lean. "God! What must it feel like to have something like that inside you?!" she whispered, almost to herself.
That night, Tina was definitely in the mood for sex and after a while of slow and easy screwing, she sat on top of me and raised the subject of the photos.
"You know those pictures?...I wish I'd known he was that big when we were here before. I'd have looked at him ... you know ... down there, to see if I could see. I mean, something like that must show." She started to move her hips and was pushing herself hard back onto me.
"Mmmm!" I said. "I bet you'd love to see it. I bet you'd like to have someone like that fucking you ..."
Tina started to come. "Oh yes. It must feel so big! Oooooohh Yeesss! Fuck me!" She shuddered and panted as she orgasmed, moving to get every inch of me in her as I came into her at the same time.
As we each came down from our climax I said, "Well who's a naughty girl then - fancying a different cock from your husband's."
"You know I don't really, but it was a turn-on seeing one that big, and a girl can use her imagination, you know."
The next day we were both at home and had a lie in until 10. Tina had just got out of the shower and I was going in when the doorbell rang.
"I'll get it." she said, slipping on a short robe, "it's probably the mail man."
Fifteen minutes later I got out, dressed and went down to see who had called. As I came down the stairs, I could hear voices from the kitchen and quietly stepped over to peer through the gap in the door. My pulse started racing at what I saw. Mark was sitting at the breakfast counter and from the way he was dressed, I would have guessed he was on his way to the gym. Tina was sitting on a stool at the same side of the counter facing him. Her legs were crossed, but the short, silky robe had fallen away on either side exposing a long length of tan thigh and the top had gaped to expose a lot of her breasts. Their conversation was unremarkable, but Mark was obviously taking in my wife's body and from my viewpoint, he was sporting a large hard-on in his shorts.
"Here, let me get you another coffee." Tina said, and as she turned and slid off the stool, the robe caught on the seat revealing her bare buttock almost up to her waist. If there had been any question before as to whether she was wearing underwear, there certainly wasn't now.
I should have been mad, but curiously, it was turning me on and I wanted to watch a little longer. Mark adjusted himself as she went to the fridge for milk, then I couldn't believe my eyes as Tina dropped a teaspoon and bent over to pick it up. Her robe gaped open and I knew that she had just deliberately given Mark an eyeful of her breasts. I decided now was the time to interrupt the show!
I crept back to the stairs and called out asking who had been at the door.
"In here Honey. We got a visitor."
