Bob knew Christine was hot, they had two kids together, so he ought too. He wanted others to know it too, but she was a bit conservative. He had spent over two years re-equipping her wardrobe, slow and steady hoping she wouldn't notice. She only realised when friends pointed out how good she was looking, which felt good, and as she really hadn't noticed, was it all that bad that her skirts were shorter, her tops lower cut and or tighter? No, she felt good after a little time to think on it.
Christine worked for a jewellers and also helped out sometimes at a local school with fetes and so on. Just a pretty good looking mum being perfectly normal. For now.
Before she married Bob Chris had been with Dave, who turned out to be a bit odd, and so only lasted several months. He had however managed to get her to pose for a few naughty pictures including one of her with his cock in her mouth and one of her facing the camera while he porked her from behind, but his face wasn't in the pic.
Dave, having found some old photographs from his youth decided he would scan them and put them online, after all, his face didn't appear in them, and who knew where the hell the women in them were now. It certainly wouldn't bother him if the girls were recognised. It was about twenty years ago and he now lived far away from the place of his youth.
Christine found an envelope in the shop's post with her name on it, written by hand, but no return address. She opened it, took out the contents and immediately had to sit down. Five pictures, three of her posing in red under wear, one of her with a cock in her mouth and of course, her facing the camera being done from behind.
Although it could only be Dave that had taken these, she had no idea how they got to her, or why. She just hoped her family wouldn't see them, and she shredded them straight away.
A few nervous days later and another envelope. Another posed pic and a typed letter suggesting a meet to "talk". A time and place was included along with where the pictures could end up, assorted online places.
Christine was in a tight spot, and she knew it. The firm would not be happy, Bob would probably throw some kind of fit, and if he hurt someone then Bob would also be in trouble. If her son's mates got wind of it, they would likely die of embarrassment. What the hell else could she do. She had to meet.
It was a pub garden some distance away where Christine saw several groups, and one lone person. He was kind of familiar. He nodded at her and then the seat opposite him. He was Middle Eastern, dark with a short beard, black like his scruffy hair.
As she sat, The man said, "You don't recognise me do you." She shook her head although there was some recognition.
"Mohamed, I used to be a janitor at the school, I saw the pictures on a web site I use and recognised you. You always looked down at me, and the other janitors, Now I see you are some sort of slut. I like that."
"God yes, Now I remember you. I looked down as you put it because of the way you looked at me and other mothers, perving all the time. What do you want now then, sex with someone old enough to be your mother? You must be what, twenty? No chance."
"Well then get ready for you're pictures to be all over the web very soon, good bye." Mohamed responded, getting up.
"No, wait," Christine said, a little alarmed. "Why, why me?"
"Your pictures, who else would it be. I like British women, I like you, you are real, not a holly wood model but, what is it you say, the girl next door."
"Where did you get the pictures? Oh yes, web site. Who put them there, is that the only place they are?"
"Don't know and don't know," Mohamed replied. "But they will be everywhere very soon. Unless..." Thinking she had nowhere to go, Chris acquiesced. And just maybe she was a little, well, turned on?
Rules had to be agreed, that is, a certain amount of sense applied so as to keep the whole affair, not Christine's choice of word, under wraps, and in theory, Mohamed agreed. First though, he had a hard on that needed seeing to.
Taking both cars to an industrial site Christine's first act of cuckolding was to get into Mohamed's car and take his not inconsiderable rod into her mouth. The taste of his meat was not totally unpleasant, he was clean at least. Christine's response to the compliments Mohamed gave her fellatio were met with a firm, "Fuck you." Later, he decided.
The added pressure to her head told Chris that she was about to get a mouthful and would have to swallow. She always spat as a rule but then, the rules had changed. She felt Mohamed's body tense as he neared, his cock jumped and with a moan, he shot his whole load into her mouth and kept her head rising and falling until he was fully done.
"Oh shit, that was good. Oh fuck, that' gonna happen again!" Said Mohamed. "That's for sure." It was a very worried and confused housewife that drove away.
Christine was in a funny mood for a few days, and Bob picked up on it but knew he was better off keeping quiet until his wife mentioned it. He also noticed she was wearing stockings and suspenders he'd bought her months before, and was quietly hopeful.
