I sat at the table silently looking over the photograph oblivious to everything around me. The photo was quite incredible, a very high quality glossy with a perfectly focused image looking professionally composed. If I didn't know better I would have sworn it was taken in a high class studio. The subject of the photo looked like a model, but I knew it wasn't, it was a picture of my wife.
Feeling a tingling running through my crotch, I continued looking at the image, my wife was naked on our bed, her legs bent at the knees, opened to present an unimpeded view of her pussy. It was apparent she had been masturbating because her lips were swollen and open, her clit glistening in the light. Her hands were now at her sides, allowing a perfect view of her breasts. They were small, but the nipples were erect, standing taller than I had ever remembered seeing them.
She must have had her head propped up on a pillow because I could see her face, flushed red with excitement. Amazingly, all of her seemed in focus, from the pink folds of her pussy, to the erect knobs of her nipples, to the incredibly sexy expression on her face. I felt my cock stiffen. Had I been anywhere else, for any other reason, I would have been tempted to excuse myself and rush to the restroom and jack-off, gazing at the picture. Instead, I bit my lip trying to curb my reaction and looked over at the balding man who sat across from me.
"The photograph is a better quality than I expected," I said, turning it over and placing it face down on the table. I watched as he grabbed his thick manila folder and slid another photograph out.
Holding it with the image pointed downward, he handed it to me saying, "I told you when you hired me I work with only the best equipment. I'm much more expensive than most the others and here is why." He turned the photo over and let it fall to the table in front of me.
Looking down at the image I thought perhaps he handed me a copy of the first photo. This one was of equal quality and had basically the same view of my wife except she turned her head a bit. Focusing my attention to the edge of the photo I could see it, the purplish tip of a cock just coming into the picture. Before I really got a look at it, the man across from me tossed another photo, this one with an erect cock fully in the picture and my wife's fingers daintily wrapped around its sizable shaft.
"The angle of the photo changed here," I said.
"Remote control on the concealed camera," he replied anticipating my question.
"So you watched..."
"To get photos like this I've got to peek under a few sheets," he said handing me another shot.
Grabbing it from him I now looked as my wife, her cheeks bulging around the man's cock, her fingers gently caressing his balls while the man's hand reached down between my wife's legs, one finger pushed into her wet opening. Trying to maintain my composure, I grabbed my glass of water and took a long gulp. Placing the glass back onto the table, I reached out and one by one looked at each of the photographs as they were handed to me.
It was as if I was scanning through an adult film, skipping from still shot to still shot as my wife's head bobbed up and down on this man's cock, while he pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy and then toyed with her clit. The scene slowly progressed as the man then moved between her legs and I watched in stop motion photography as the purplish head slowly disappeared between her pussy lips and he plunged into her. Amazingly, the photo quality remained the same as if I was looking at very high quality pornography.
As I sifted down the stack I noticed the camera angle move again, this time focusing on my wife's face. In still after still I watched her expression change, much like it used to for me as she got closer, ever closer and then finally coming with an expressive, emotional release that would be so exciting in itself that I would almost always come immediately after her. Now I watched as she expressed the same intense need and overpowering joy with this... this strange man.
Gritting my teeth I shuffled through the last of the photos, seeing the progression, the man arching his back and obviously coming. The camera changed angles once again and I watched as the man's cock slipped out of her pussy. The final shot showed them sleeping together with a clear view between my wife's legs as his cum oozed out of her. I took the stack of photos, banged the edges on the table to arrange them neatly and handed them back to the man across the table from me.
Looking back at me with a professional, emotionless stare, he slipped the pictures into the manila folder and then handed it to me. Reaching into my jacket pocket I pulled out an envelope stuffed with cash. Handing it to him I said, "Here it is, fifteen thousand. With the retainer I already gave you I think you should be set."
Smiling at me he said softly, "Thank you, here's your receipt."
I looked at the page noticing he had written "Paid in Full – Cash" across the bottom of the page. Carefully folding the page in half, I slipped it in the folder and then asked, "The negatives?"
"In the folder. You may want to keep them separate though, in case something happens to the photos."
"Thank you," I said, standing up and reaching for the folder.
The man across the table stood up too reaching his hand out to me. As I reached out and clasped his hand firmly he said, "For all it's worth now, I truly wished I only had an empty file to hand you. Usually, if it gets as far as needing someone like me though, the file is rarely empty."
I could only nod and head out to my car. I had known what was happening, had known it for years, so I knew what the file would hold. I guess I just wasn't prepared to view it all so graphically. Reaching my car, I walked past the door and placed the file on the trunk as I bent over and vomited onto the concrete parking lot. Wiping my mouth off on my sleeve, I grabbed the file, climbed into my car and grabbed the bottle there and took a sip of hot soda.
Driving home I reminded myself that this was all part of a plan, a plan I had crafted over the last year or so. It took some time, but I had slowly gnawed away the insulation her rich parents had provided her with and now, finally, I was ready to fuck her one final time. Pulling into our driveway, I saw her car was still there so I knew she remained completely clueless.
Stepping in the front door I nearly ran into her as she was grabbing her purse and keys and heading out. "Hey hon, how are you?" I asked.
"Got to run here. I'm going out with Jeannie tonight, probably be late, don't wait up," she said as she reached around me for the door.
I took a quick step backward, leaning against the door preventing her from opening it. "Before you go, I think we need to talk."
"Can't it wait until tomorrow, I'm late already," she said, gently trying to move me aside.
