Five years later, I and Paul are married, He to Cathy, and me to my present partner, Liz. Paul always had a wandering eye and a curious cock, and for whatever reason, began to look for greener pastures to get his sex. Liz and I invited them to dinner one Saturday evening and while the girls did the dishes and the like, Paul wandered into the lower level and into my then darkroom. There he discovered the beginnings of my photographic career, consisting of both male and female nudes in stereotypical poses as well as in sexually oriented, downright pornographic materials. Many shots were of my new bride, young, naked, intimately, tantalizingly posed to display all her talents. She, in turn, would take the camera and photograph me, naked, close up, hard and soft, dripping and cumming.
To say the least he was intrigued with Liz naked body, my cock, our sexual positioning. When I arrived, his cock was out and in his hand, rigid and dripping with pre cum.
"Are you shitting me?" He asked.
"You took these... of your wife... Liz...and she took these of you?"
"Yup" was all I would come up with.
He continued to stroke his rod as he went through the photos, until he came to a group of naked girls he did not recognize.
"Who are these of?" He asked.
"Just young freshmen girls from the University who needed a few extra dollars and were willing to shed their clothes for me to practice on".
"And once you got them naked... did you fuck them?" he asked.