I wrote down how it came to one of the hottest experiences my wife and I ever had. Much of this story is based on reality, but I embellished it here and there, and then some details are a product of my phantasy, although they easily could have happened this way.
I'm Dave, and this is about events that happened to Bridget and myself a little more than 2 years ago. Bridget and I have been having a great and happy relationship for about 6 years now. I was 31 years old at the time, and Bridget just turned 24. I have a good job and can't complain about my looks, and it is fair to say that Bridget is a beautiful young woman, as she gets plenty of attention from men. She is 5.4 ft tall, weighs 56 kg, has a really pretty face, dark brown shoulder-length hair, and is in good shape, with a slim but feminine figure, a well proportioned C-cup bust and nice legs.
We're not particularly adventurous in our sex life, but we've had our preferences and phantasies. I took a few nude pictures and some movie clips of Bridget, and at some point, I posted some of them on a web forum, which Bridget and I sometimes visited to exchange with other couples. Bridget is quite shy and not up for such adventures, but and it took me a long time to talk her into agreeing with this. After some time, Bridget became much more relaxed about this, and enjoyed our adventure as I did. We thought we had shared them only with one particular couple, with which we had some erotic exchanges for some weeks online. But then our postings appeared in the gallery of the forum we visited. After the first shock, it was a turn on for both of us to see the number of clicks rising and read the comments, some nice and some more of the filthy kind, and we liked to talk about those when having sex.
About two months after I had posted the first pictures and clips, I found a letter with my name on it in my mailbox at work. My secretary told me it was in the mail with just my name on it. When I opened it in my office, the surprise was perfect. What I found inside was a single, glossy photograph and a small post-it note. What gave me a chill was that the photograph was actually one of the first ever pictures we had posted, showing Bridget lying on a bed, smiling straight into the camera, and fully nude. At that time, we didn't care that the pictures were showing her face, as we thought they were only for us, and our friends.
The note didn't say much, only one sentence: "I think we should talk about this" and an email address.
I was pretty confused, and frankly, I didn't know what to do or think about it. That evening, I didn't tell anything to Bridget, as I didn't want to worry her, but I kept thinking about it.
First thing the next morning, I decided to write an email to the address, asking who the sender was, and what he or she wanted. When I returned from a meeting briefly afterwards, I already found a reply in my mailbox. The sender didn't disclose his identity, but simply said that he knows Bridget for a long time. He wrote he enjoyed to find these pictures in the online forum, and was surprised to see a familiar face. He further wrote that he had once briefly chatted with us in the forum and knows that we fantasised about erotic encounters with strangers. He wrote that he would enjoy to get to know Bridget more intimately, and although he was no stranger, it could be a great experience for all of us. He said we shouldn't worry, all he wants is a great experience for all. He didn't openly blackmail us, but we said that it could be just between us, and nobody would ever get to know something of these pictures. I wondered who this was, and couldn't think of anyone. We had chatted with several different couples and a few single men, but I had no clue who it could be. Bridget also chatted a few times alone, with me on the phone, while I was travelling, maybe it was someone of those.
I didn't know what to respond. I told Bridget about it the next day and showed her the photograph. First, she was very worried, and told me that she was so ashamed that someone who knows us has seen her that way and chatted with us about these phantasies. We both agreed that it must be a man, but she too had no idea who it could be. We both agreed that we would not respond to this email and the request, as it would only make everything worse. Later this day, I forwarded the message to Bridget, and then deleted the email.
A day or two later, Bridget asked me whether I had heard anything else from that person. She told me she was a little worried that he would share her pictures with other people who know her, and that maybe we should better try to find out who it is. I asked her whether she changed her mind, but she said she's just worried that her pictures got in the hands of people at work or so, and she would prefer to give the person a few more pictures than having that happen. So we decided that we would wait over the weekend, and then she would respond to his email and propose that we discuss this.
Nothing happened in the meantime, and I was travelling for a few days. On a Tuesday afternoon I got a text message from Bridget, saying that it took her about an hour to write a few lines, but that she did it. She didn't CC me, so I asked her to send me a copy of her email. Later that afternoon, I had her message in my mailbox. It was quite short and not what I would have written. She wrote that she felt embarrassed and unwell about this, and that we would like to meet with him and discuss the issue, as the pictures are not intended for people outside that forum to see. I was a little surprised that she directly proposed a meeting. Being away, I thought a lot about this, and I have to admit that I started to find this exchange somehow exciting, although I was still pretty uneasy about it.
I was away for a few more days, and mostly in meetings during the day, but I found myself waiting for a text from her saying that she heard back from that person. But nothing came and when I checked in with her in the evening, she told me she didn't hear anything either.
Finally, on the last day of my business trip, I got a text from Bridget, simply saying: "got an email. wants to meet us. saturday ok?"
I answered OK, and kept thinking about it so that didn't quite follow the discussions in the meeting anymore. In the evening, I when I got back to the hotel. I immediately logged into my private email account, where she had forwarded me his answer.
It said she shouldn't worry, and that his intention is not to cause us any trouble. He wrote that he wouldn't share the material with anyone else, under the condition that we're willing to meet and seriously consider his proposal: He wants to meet in person, and he wants her to undress for him and let him experience her up-close, saying that he knows this turns her on. He also wrote that he knows Bridget for a very long time, that he always found her very attractive. He said he was extremely astonished to see her face on a nude picture in the web, and couldn't believe his luck to find 14 more pictures of her. He said that for him this one of the erotic highlights of his life, and that he enjoyed the pictures and clips more than any other ones he's seen. He said he doesn't want any relationship, but he hopes she understands that he wants to have this experience real and in person, not only on screen.
I counted the pictures , and it turned out he's found all we ever posted. I thought it was good we didn't post any very explicit pictures. The pictures mostly showed Bridget in lingerie and nude, mostly playful ones with her on a bed or at the window in a hotel room. She smiled into the camera only in 4 of the pictures, and her face was visible in a few other ones. We didn't know whether he had seen the two video clips, but he must have. There was one clip that I made in the morning, and it showed how I removed the sheets unveiling her sleeping nude, waking up but then faking to be sleeping and turning around giving full sight of her body. A second clip showed how I surprised her in the shower and then continued filming while she washed herself while smiling in the camera.
He suggested to meet with with her at a place of her choice, and added that he doesn't mind if I came as well. Bridget had written him back, proposing a meeting on Saturday afternoon in a cafe in the town center.
When I returned home, Bridget was a little worried and asked me whether I'm still fine with the meeting. I said yes, if she still feels good about it. She said she doesn't know what to think of it, but that it was good to see with whom we're dealing and to find a solution. I asked her what solutions she would find ok, and she said that she doesn't know, but that whatever happens should be ok with both of us. She still had no clue about who it was, and said that if she would know, it would probably be easier to know how far to go. She was a little worried that it is someone she doesn't like. I was a little surprised to notice that she considered going any further with this person. It felt more and more like the kind of game we were playing when chatting online, and I suspected her to feel the same way.
When I asked her directly, whether she would consider to follow his proposal, she only answered "I don't know really, would you be ok with that?"
When Saturday came, we sat in the lounge of the cafe at the said time. We thought he wouldn't' show up, as for the next 30 minutes, nothing happened. Then, to our annoyance, someone we knew but haven't seen for long, came by and started some small talk and sat down next to us, asking how we're doing. We got a little uneasy and impatient, as this unexpected chat risked to jeopardize our meeting. After a while, I apologized and said we're sorry but we would be waiting for someone with whom we had to discuss important matters.
He asked who it was, and not knowing what to say, I simply said an 'old friend'. Then, a broad smile appeared on his face, and he said that he feels flattered to be considered our old friend! We would have never guessed. His name is Robert.
So we were sitting there with Robert. He is the father of Bridget's best childhood friend, Carol. Bridget spent a lot of time at the house of her friend, often had dinner with them and on two occasions even went on vacation with the family. After Bridget left town to go to College, she didn't have that much contact anymore with Carol, meeting her only twice a year or so for dinner and some dancing. She knew that her parents got a divorce, and while she's talked to her friend's mother occasionally when coming across her in town, she has seen her father only a few times and didn't talk to him more than 3 or 4 times in the past ten years.
Bridget was shocked when she realized that it was him we were emailing with. She first got pale and then blushed and was extremely nervous, even shivering. I held her hand and tried to calm her down a bit. I knew Robert too, but not as well as Bridget. He used to be a soccer coach and as a junior player, he coached our team. He could be quite rude and was a really impulsive man, who often shouted at us. I didn't like him very much, and I think he didn't like me either then. Later on, I saw him once in a while, but not too often, because I friends with his son.
Robert was in his mid sixties now, gained a few pounds too much, but looked otherwise good and healthy. He noticed our surprise and I think he really liked it. He was friendly, tried to calm Bridget, told us not to worry, and said we shouldn't be afraid of any trouble. He told Bridget it was nice to see her again, and that she looked as beautiful as ever. He said that he understands she must feel uneasy, but that she could relax. He said he's seen nude pictures of many women, and that those he's seen of her were among the most beautiful, and she should be proud rather than embarrassed about it. He said that his daughter doesn't know anything, and he wouldn't tell anything, and this can stay this way.
Then he looked at both of us and said he preferred to be very clear: He's been looking at those pictures a million of times, and feels extremely attracted to Bridget. He said he knows it's an awkward situation, but that he is definitely not satisfied with seeing a few pictures, and that he wants to meet with Bridget and see her from close and in real. He said he wants to see not only a picture, but a real person, who moves and breathes, who looks back at him and whom he sense and smell. He wants to be there with his own eyes instead of the camera that takes the picture. He said that he may or may not show the pictures to anyone if we don't agree, but if we agree he would assure us that he would keep them for him. He then looked at us again and said he knows that Bridget likes the thought of this kind of encounters with a another man, and he hopes she will consider that he will be that person.
He then looked at me and said he hopes this is not a problem for me. I waited for Bridget to say something, but she remained silent. I felt someone had to say something, and I said I guess Bridget will have to think about all this, and I don't know what to say. Robert and I were both looking at Bridget to have her opinion, but she just looked at me, then at him, looking something between insecure and worried. Robert looked at me again, and I said that Bridget will need some time.
He then looked at me and said "What about you?"
To my own surprise, I answered "Hm, I guess that's fine with me, if Bridget agrees."
Robert showed a broad smile and asked, "So just to be very clear, you do agree with the meeting I proposed, right? Including her showing herself fully naked at my request, and even if that means that Bridget and I will get pretty close to each other?"
