True, I have always had this hard-driving fantasy to see my wife taken by other men. But, as I headed out the door to spend a year away from her, supposedly defending my country, we had yet to experience that wonderful fantasy. It wasn't that my wife, Rachel, was averse to involving another man in our bedroom, quite the opposite. Rachel is a very sexy woman and a very confident woman at that. Her confidence is what, essentially, makes her that much more sexy. Very little, in regards to sex, disgusted her; there was very little she wouldn't try. She is the perfect woman!!!
Before she met me Rachel had had experiences of various sorts. She'd been in threesomes with an ex-boyfriend with another woman and she'd even had a threesome with two women. We had talked openly about those experiences and I knew them well; even though I hadn't been there those scenes ran through my minds hundreds, if not thousands of times. It was always so easy for me to imagine other hot girls going down on her, licking her pussy and bringing her to orgasm. It was a fantasy that wouldn't die easily.
I am in my mid-thirties and Rachel is 27. She's a beauty, pale skin with dark Italian hair. Her eyes sparkle and speak a language all their own. They were the first thing that sucked me into her world and they have held onto me tightly ever since. Though she has small boobs they are incredibly perky and proportionate and absolutely wonderfully perfect. There is no sag in them and it's wonderful. I love making her nipples stand on end. And her ass, don't get me started on her ass. It's absolutely amazing; one that you just want to sink your teeth into. Rachel is also a dancer, so it's very easy for her to keep her ass and legs in great shape. I swear, the woman is like a spider---she's all legs.
From the moment we might the electricity was high. It didn't matter to either one of us that we didn't like each other much from moment number one; there was something there, something undeniable about her—about us. There was a magnetic draw between us; no matter how hard we wanted to be away from each other we couldn't stay away. Wherever we went we seemed drawn to each other; we seemed to simply be at the same place as if one of us could feel the other and unconsciously found ourselves seeking that missing piece, finding it in the person we didn't like. Needless to say, neither one of us was found of the fact that we couldn't deny each other. That energy simply continued to build and build until we both realized that fighting it was a ridiculous waste of our time and we gave in and, once we did, it was amazing. To this day I still can clearly see and feel that first kiss, first touch....a grown man and I shook like a school boy getting to third base for the first time.
So all this wonder and joy is dearly missed. Why, you ask? Well because I'm not with Rachel. Unfortunately my job has taken me overseas, halfway around the world and the woman I treasure and adore. Neither one of us wanted this or asked for this but it's what life has dealt us and we're dealing with it. But we're not fooling anyone, least of all ourselves. It's tough being away from each other and knowing that it was going to be an entire year didn't help things. So we had to plan activities that broke up the monotony and also gave us something to look forward to. I planned things like internet chats and online poker and games to keep us involved with fun activities but it was Rachel who came up with the killer idea.
It came as a surprise, but Rachel got the idea to take monthly "themed" pictures of herself and send them to me. It was my job to try and figure out what the theme was. It was a great idea. Rachel has a sparkling personality and a smile to knock anyone out so I couldn't wait to see what she would devise. Being the little devil she is she was "kind" enough to let me know when she'd mailed the pictures. The week of waiting for them to come in the mail was excruciating. But the wait was worth it when the pictures came.
I tore open the package before I even got back to my place. It was the most difficult drive I've ever had; torn between keeping my eyes on the road and the pictures of my wife. It was February and it was easy to pick out the theme she'd chosen. There were a slew of wonderful pictures of her standing in our bedroom in ski clothes. One by one as I flipped through the pictures Rachel decided to tease me with either the pose or the amount, or lack of, clothing. She started with pictures of her striking silly poses, her scarf wrapped around her long, sexy neck, the hood of her jacket pulled over her hair. Pictures with her tongue out, pictures of her pulling the hood down staring sexily into the camera. Then she turned her ass toward the camera, slipping the jacket off. Picture by picture she began disrobing for each subsequent picture. Her ski pants suspenders were pulled out, her thumbs hooked in them, a wicked smile on her face. My body began warming at the photos; her smile gets me enraptured and the world melts away when I stare at her perfect grin. But just as she got down to her tee shirt and shorts the theme stopped. I was crushed at first, until I unwrapped the next sheet of paper which contained a few more pictures.....and these were worth waiting for.
She wore the dress we got married in and teased me with various pictures of her in the dress and slightly pulling up the dress to expose her long legs in stockings. Some pictures were shot from above and some; the best were shot from below, up through her dress and legs. The pictures were perfect; they showed all the leg in the worlds without showing her panties at all, simply implying they were there. The next outfit was a green St. Patties t-shirt pulled tight from the waist to the neck in that wonderful "country girl" style and the tightest pair of white shorts you'll ever see. It was in these pictures that she started shooting more and more of her ass, giving me the look over her shoulder—knowing that it is my favorite look of hers. The culminating picture is of the shirt pulled up just underneath her breasts, her legs spread in a standing V and her thumbs hooked into the tops of those wonderfully tight shorts, pulling them down just to the top of her panty line. Suddenly I was hungry and couldn't figure out why. The next set was of her in a red nightie and on the bed. I couldn't think of a better place for her to be. She was holding the camera shooting down at her face and then had set it off to the side of the bed for the next shots. On her back, Rachel stuck a leg into a v-shaped arch and tilted herself up on her elbows and leaned her head back. Her pronounced neck was just begging to be nibbled on. Then she had found my guitar, the acoustic I left behind, and decided she and it should make friends. She pulled the bedspread down over the bed and spread it out on the floor and laid on it with the guitar in front of her completely naked body!!!! I haven't had sex with anything except my hand for a month and here was my beautiful wife completely naked but hiding behind my wonderful acoustic guitar. Just before my temperature went through the roof, the last picture was of the guitar standing on end, straight up into the air. Rachel sat behind the guitar, her legs spread to each side of the guitar as she leaned forward against it; hiding all of her vital "girl" parts.
The pictures were wonderful, so absolutely wonderful. I got hard just looking at them and couldn't look at them enough. How many times I had put them away only to pull them back out again and enjoy them. The phone call that night was torture; Rachel spent the entire time laughing at my enjoyment of the pictures. She was so happy that they worked for me so well and I told her that I planned on enjoying them routinely. And I did just that.
As the days passed I looked at those pictures over and over again, so happy that I have such a sexy, fun and open wife. Nothing got me through those days of work and misery being away from her without the knowledge that I could go home to pull out those pictures again. There was only one problem though. The pictures, as wonderful as they are, were difficult to enjoy her full sexiness because she had to operate the camera by herself. She was forced to either hold the camera and try to get good angles or she set it on the timer and tried to get into position before it snapped the picture. I wondered how much better the pictures would have been if she had someone to take them for her and decided that I would talk to her about it.
Rachel wasn't shocked when we talked and I expressed my thoughts. She, to her credit, agreed that they would have come out better if someone had taken them for her.
"Don't get me wrong babe," I told her; "I absolutely love them."
"I know honey," she replied. God, that's what I love about that woman. She isn't like any woman I've ever known. I can be so open and honest with her. "I wasn't thinking that."
"What were you thinking then?"
"Well," she paused, "I was thinking I could see if someone wouldn't mind taking next month's spread."
I loved her word choice, my mind wandering to wonderful places. "You would be okay with that?"
She paused. "Yeah, why not? What do you think?"
"Oh I don't know," I answered honestly. "I think it would be great. Then I could soak up all of you and not have your arm in every picture." We shared a laugh but the other end of the phone got quiet. "Are you okay, honey?"
"Yeah," she answered. "I was just thinking about it and how much nicer the pictures would be if someone else took them."
I agreed, picturing the possibilities already. Her question broke my thoughts. "You wouldn't mind it?"
I laughed. "Absolutely not. Why would I. I mean, I guess it would depend on who you had taking the pictures. Did you have anyone in mind?"
"Well, no, not really," she giggled. "This was your idea mister, remember?"
"Yeah, I do. Well would you want a guy to do it?"
"A guy?" she asked tentatively.
"Yeah," I said. "Our closest friends are the guys who come over for poker and football. Any one of them is like a brother to me."
Rachel guffawed. "I don't know about that, honey. I mean, I know I couldn't do it with one of my girlfriends. You wouldn't have a problem with one of the guys taking pictures of me in the house without you around?"
I thought before answering. "No, I wouldn't mind. I trust those guys and I need to see you and if this is the way it has to be I'd be willing to under one condition."
"What is that?" she asked with a hint of suspicion in her voice.
"That you get those damn pictures to me immediately," I laughed and she joined me. That broke the ice and we worked out the details of the who, what and when of the next picture session. To us communication is so incredibly important especially when doing something like this with me out of the country. We agreed that my friend Steve would be the one we'd ask. He is a single guy right in between our age with a great personality and he is someone who Rachel has always taken to right from the beginning. They've always been able to get along well because he's a real guy, not one who was too fact to talk real with her or afraid of offending her. He can drink beer with us and not turn into a fool either and, of all of my friends, he is the one guy I knew wouldn't take advantage of the huge level of trust that I was putting in him.
"Could I still do the pictures I was planning?" she asked me.
"Stop," I ordered, not wanting to hear what she had planned. "I want this to be a surprise for me, don't ruin it."
"But honey, some of them could be racy," she warned. She was so cute using the word 'racy'.
