Let me tell you about my wife. Dana is 33 and has been a teacher for three years. She is an attractive natural blond with beautiful blue eyes. She stands five feet tall with gorgeous god-given DD's that are capped with pert, pink nipples surrounded by perfectly symmetrical oval areolae, a slight hint of a tummy and an amazing, but slightly plump bubble ass. She is just a little thick but she wears it so well that I wouldn't want her any other way. To sum her up, she looks a lot like the actress Elisha Cuthbert, just a few years younger, a couple inches shorter and probably the same weight.
Dana is very image conscious and outwardly conservative, especially in our home town. However, in private or when I get her away from home she will open up. Even more so when drinks are involved.
For the record, I am 35, just under six feet tall, 210lbs with brown hair and an average, somewhat athletic build.
Last year, as soon as the school year ended, I took a week off and we
booked a suite at a resort a couple hours away that had a restaurant and bar on site. We were both ready for a break.
We checked in and decided to go to dinner. At dinner I had a few drinks, and Dana had twice as many as I did, which was not typical.
Back in our suite, my conservative little wife was ready for action. One thing led to another and we ended up going out on our balcony. It seemed as though no one was out and I quickly got down to just my boxers.
With just a little encouragement, I lifted my wife's dress over her head. As a kissed her, I removed her bra and relieved her of her panties. I then turned her toward the railing and pulled her close, massaging her sensitive nipples. This always gets her going.
I braced her against the railing and entered her, pounding her tight pussy with everything I had. Her big, luscious boobs were hanging out over the railing, swinging as we fucked. We both came and she turned toward me and we held each other tightly, enjoying the afterglow.
As we stood, we heard claps and whistles. A group of guys were in the dark courtyard and had watched the whole thing.
We retreated into our room and I apologized to my wife. She was pretty drunk (which often brings out
honesty) and she told me that being seen was very arousing.
Never one to miss an opportunity, I decided to try something new and asked if she would ever let me take some sexy pics of her, I've always wanted some but thought she would never do it. To my surprise, she was willing. She said "John, it's your lucky day, just keep my face out of the pics, just in case you lose your phone."
Wanting to get the most out of this opportunity, I opened a bottle and poured drinks. I took a sip and she drained her glass. I grabbed my phone and asked if she was ready.
Dana said "I'm ready, tell me what to do!"
I told her to lay down on the bed. I took pics from every angle. Legs spread, on her back, her ass, boobs, everything. I probably had thirty great pics.
The next morning, Dana told me she had been pretty drunk but loved the whole thing. She said, we can do more any time you want to.
Over the course of the week, we drank quite a lot, made love several times each day and I took hundreds of pics and several video clips that got dirtier each day. By the end she had gone as far as sucking her own nipples and playing with her smooth, creamy pussy, all of it saved on my phone. They were perfect to look at on business trips or just long days.
We returned home and normal life resumed. Outwardly Dana was still the conservative teacher. She wouldn't even order a drink in restaurants in town because in small towns people talk.
I found out the following week my job was sending me to Louisville for four days. I was never more glad to have my new spank bank, courtesy of my lovely wife.
The following Monday, I woke early and began packing my bag for the five hour drive to Louisville. Dana, even though she was on summer break, was up baking cookies for a church bake sale. She had a nice bag of chocolate chip cookies for me to take. We said our goodbyes, I kissed her and left.
The job was a real mess but two days into my trip, I had things under control. I left work and went to the hotel bar for a drink. Three drinks in, I started thinking of Dana so I started looking at the pics I had taken.
Brian, a coworker who was also sent on the trip came over and joined me. I set my phone down and ordered a round. I got up to take a leak when Brian asked "My phone is dead, can I use your to call home?" I gestured to it and gave him the pass code.
The restroom was being cleaned so I had to wait for a solid five minutes before being able to go in and relieve myself.
While this was going on, Brian had picked up my phone and in my semi drunk state I had left the photo app open and it was on the pics of Dana. Being a typical guy, he couldn't help himself and looked at a lot of it before calling home.
I returned and Brian finished his call. Being a good guy, he confessed.
