One For The Album

One For The Album My wife Karen and I have been married for four years and led an ordinary sex life up until around three months ago. Since then our sex life has changed out of all recognition and is now anything but ordinary. This is an account of the last few months as told by my wife. Karen took our 12 month old baby to a photographer in the next village who has a small business running from an old bakers shop. We had the photographer recommended to us by some friends and thought we'd have some pictures taken of our baby. That evening Karen phoned the photographer, whose name is Mike, and made a booking for the Friday of that week at two in the afternoon. The appointment was kept and my wife arrived as promised. Mike said that he would take the photos of our baby and then asked Karen to come back a week later to pick the ones she wanted. Mike proceeded to take the photos and kept talking to Karen throughout. Every now and then Karen would have to rearrange our baby's clothing and Mike would come from behind the camera to assist, making sure he got as near to my wife as possible, brushing up against her and accidentally touching her hand. Mike also began to complement Karen on her looks and figure saying she would look great in front of the camera and asking if she had ever done any modeling. My wife was surprised by the comments and said she'd never thought about it let alone done it. Mike asked her to think about it and offered to take her portrait for free when she came back to view the baby photos in a weeks time. In bed that night Karen explained what had happened and the offer Mike had made. I suspected, and hoped, that he wanted to take more than just her portrait and therefore encouraged Karen to accept the offer and to enjoy herself. Karen called Mike back the next day to accept and they arranged to sort through the photos and hold the sitting the following Thursday evening at six. The weekend and days leading up to Thursday seemed to drag and I became more excited about what may happen. Karen, at this point, did not suspect Mike of anything. Thursday came and Karen visited the shop as arranged. Later, at about eight o'clock Karen arrived home and explained that Mike was the perfect gentleman. He was polite and didn't make her feel nervous at all. She explained that he had taken numerous photos and he had said they would turn out great. I was slightly disappointed that nothing else had happened but became hopeful again when Karen said that these photos would be ready on Saturday and that Mike had asked if he could take some more of her. She said that he wanted them for his personal collection as he thought she had much potential. I quickly agreed and encouraged Karen to once again accept the offer. Karen also explained that he did hairdressing and wanted to do her hair, and makeup, before the shoot, and that he would supply the clothes as well. On hearing this my cock began to stiffen and I knew that my hopes would probably turn true. I, like many of your male readers, wanted my wife to fuck another man. I knew Mike must have done this sort of thing to other housewives and found the thought of him doing it to mine very exciting indeed.. I asked if Mike had indicated what sort of modeling she would be doing. Karen was not sure but admitted that Mike had said they would go on until she felt uncomfortable. Karen told me that I was not to worry as she felt happy with the arrangement. I was surprised that she was going along with Mike's offer but guessed that the months spent at home looking after the baby had taken its toll. I was not worried but very excited about the prospect of my wife modeling for another man whom she had not known for very long and about who she knew very little. My secret urge for her to be serviced by another man was now stronger than ever and Saturday couldn't come soon enough. Eventually the time had arrived and Karen kissed me good-bye at the front door. She wore a tee-shirt and jeans and looked very plain wearing no makeup with her black shoulder length hair simply washed and brushed. As she reversed down the drive my cock was aching in anticipation of what I hoped would happen. When Karen arrived at the photographer's she was greeted at the shop door by Mike who kissed her on the cheek and welcomed her in. After a glass of wine Mike explained that he wanted to photograph Karen in various costumes and in a number of different scenes so that he could see what suited her and so that she could find out which way she enjoyed posing the most. Before any shots were taken Mike ushered Karen into a back room made out like a changing room. With her agreement he placed some towels around her neck and began to wash and style her hair so that after half an hour it was transformed into a cascade of curls that bounced as she walked. Next the makeup was applied. Karen was lapping up the attention of this handsome man and the thrill of it was making her very horny. Her heart was pounding and her juices were flowing. She felt strongly attracted to Mike and suspected that she would probably go along with his suggestions. He continued to complement my wife telling her how attractive she was and how he was getting very sexually aroused in her presence. His fingers brushed against her skin and he lightly traced an outline around her lips before he selected a deep red lipstick and carefully applied it. Finally he coated Karen's now red lips, with lip gloss that made them shine in the light. The first stage of the seduction of my wife was complete. Mike had transformed her from an everyday housewife to a stunning looking model who desperately wanted the attention of the camera and the cameraman. Mike selected her first outfit and brought it from a back room. Karen changed into the short blue one-piece cocktail dress, wearing only her knickers, leaving off her bra, and put on the matching blue high heeled shoes that had been supplied. She also put on a large necklace and bangle that Mike and left and walked out to the studio area ready for her first session. Karen was taken aback to see that the previously partitioned studio area was now completely empty apart from a large brass bed in the center that was covered in cream silk sheets and cushions. Any lingering illusions that she may have had about the reason for her being there were now shattered. She instantly decided to continue and felt weak at the knees at the thought. As directed Karen mounted the bed and posed for Mike in all the usual positions. She was showing plenty of leg and cleavage as she posed this way and that, pouting her lips and posturing to the camera with a definite fuck me look. My wife was completely engrossed in what she was doing and willingly slipped down the shoulder straps of the tight dress to reveal her thirty six inch tits. Mike commented on how lovely they were and took many close up photos as she teased and pulled her hard nipples at the command of Mike. Suddenly he came from behind the camera and moved close to my wife who was reclining against the cushions. He slowly moved forward and lapped at her left nipple with his wet tongue. Karen shuddered as a fantastic sensation ran through her body. She was completely at his mercy as he sucked her nipples and began to caress her breasts. Karen lay there moaning in pleasure, drunk with the excitement of her first adulterous meeting. After ten minutes or so of Mike's sucking he stopped and asked Karen if she would change outfits ready for the next session. My wife had been enjoying Mike's tongue treatment so much she was reluctant to move but agreed after Mike said it would be worth her while. He helped her off the bed and walked her back to the changing room. Mike opened the door and inside she found hanging, in a large protective clear bag, a stunning pure white wedding dress complete with veil. Next to it hung another clear bag containing a white Basque, matching knickers and white seamed stockings. Karen had not expected to see clothing such as this and felt her heart miss a beat at the prospect of parading in front of the camera wearing the dress. She also wondered how the dress had been laid out. Mike had been with her throughout the last photo session and he could not have done it himself, so who did?. Her question was soon answered. On Mike's orders she slipped out of her cocktail dress and pulled the white Basque out of its bag. While Mike watched she removed her knickers and put on the sexy lingerie. Mike moved over to her, kissed the back of her neck and fastened the Basque up tightly around her body. Next, Karen pulled the stockings up over each leg and fastened the tops with the suspenders. She slipped on the white knickers and then took the wedding dress out of its bag. With the help of Mike she stepped into the tight dress and arranged the many layers so that they hung down to the ground. Karen then pushed her arms into the sleeves and pulled on a pair of silk gloves that Mike handed to her. Finally she arranged the head dress, let the veil cover her lovely face and slipped on the high heeled shoes. My wife looked absolutely stunning. Mike was speechless for a moment and simply stood and lusted over the sight of Karen who was by now shivering with excitement. He led her by the hand back into the studio and sat her on the edge of the bed. Moving back behind the camera he assessed the view of Karen, in all her erotic splendor, before adjusting the large bright lights and taking meter readings to ensure the resulting photographs would be perfect. Mike knew this was a moment not to be missed. The scene was set, only one thing was left to be done. Mike began to take some photos, directing Karen to stand with her back to the camera while looking over her shoulder, and also to bend down, raise the hem of her gown and show the tops of her smooth stockings. Karen's enthusiasm for the task at hand was evident from the smile on her face and lust in her eyes. She was the virginal bride being a very bad girl indeed and she loved it. Mike raised his head from behind the camera and announced to my naughty wife that he had a surprise for her, one that would make his photos complete and one that he very much hoped Karen would accept. Karen glanced over to the changing room door and from behind it stepped a tall handsome man of about thirty years old. He had blonde hair, a strong frame and wore a morning suit and all the accompanying items a bridegroom would normally be seen in. The man, whos name she later found out was Gary, walked over to Karen, kissed her glove covered hand, and kneeled in front of her. Mike informed my wife that Gary was to be her husband for the evening. She was to forget all about me, which she had done already, and give her all to this new man in her life. Karen realized that Gary must have arranged the wedding dress and must have also been watching while Mike had feasted on her breasts earlier. By now Karen was so aroused that, with the echo of my advice for her to enjoy herself ringing in her ears, she leaned forward, kissed Gary lovingly and pulled him up onto the bed with her. Mike went back behind the camera and left Gary and my wife to make love on the large bed. Gary removed Karen's veil and eased her breasts out of the dress while she undid his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. She rubbed her hands over Gary's strong chest while he pulled and tweaked my wife's hard nipples causing her to moan in pleasure. As Karen lay back on the bed Gary kneeled upright above her facing the camera. Without prompting Karen reached up, undid his trousers and eased down the zip. With a wicked look on her face she gripped Gary's erect cock and pulled it into view. It was long and hard, much bigger than my own and she knew it. Wrapping both of her hands around its length she slowly wanked it up and down while they both looked into the camera. Mike shouted words of encouragement and rubbed his own cock through his trousers in between taking photos. He asked Karen to suck Gary's cock at which point she sat up, moved her head down, and took his full length into her hot mouth. Gary maneuvered around until they were sideways onto the camera so that Mike could capture on film the sight of the long prick sliding in and out of her greedy mouth. As she sucked, and covered his cock with lipstick, she looked into the camera, wide eyed, unashamed of what she was doing and completely enjoying it. Sensing he was about to cum she quickened her pace and after a few more strokes he exploded into my wife's eager mouth. She swallowed hard but some spunk still seeped out of the corner of her mouth and dripped onto her virginal wedding dress. Gary withdrew, still rock hard, and without saying a word rolled Karen over onto her stomach, pulled her up onto all fours and moved around to her rear. With Mike firing film off in quick succession, Gary took hold of the many layers of skirt on Karens wedding dress and lifted them up onto the top of her beautiful bottom. Mike took the camera off its tripod and moved in close. The sight was fantastic. Gary eased my wife's knickers down until they were around her knees. All that could be seen was Karen's lush, wet pussy gaping open, her flushed bottom, lovely white seamed stockings and suspenders all framed by the large folds of wedding dress. As Karen kneeled there, waiting to be serviced with her head buried in a cushion, Gary got off the bed, removed his trousers completely and then got back on again positioning himself right behind my wife so that his hard prick was inches away from her cunt. Mike nodded to Gary to continue and as he depressed the shutter release on the camera, Gary leaned forward and pushed his cock up into my wife's cunt. Karen gasped as she stretched to accommodate his solid prick. Karen was so wet that Gary continued to push and slipped right up her cunt in one movement. Once fully embedded he gyrated his hips and caused Karen to squeal in pleasure. Mike moved to get a close-up of Karen's face as Gary pulled his prick out and pushed it back in again. Karen lifted her head from the cushion and moaned loudly. The image captured on film of my wife's red face twisted in pleasure is unforgettable. Gary then began to fuck Karen and his pace quickened as he hammered at her willing pussy. Gary steadied his rhythm and continued to pound away for another five to ten minutes. Karen was now moaning and crying out on every thrust. Gary, sensing he was close to spurting, grabbed Karen's hips even tighter and gave it everything he had. He pounded into Karen's cunt and, as she grasped the bed sheets tightly, he erupted inside her and spewed out his seed deep inside my wife's body. Karen came at the same time and wailed in pleasure as her final orgasm ripped through her body. Her cunt contracted around Gary's shaft and milked out every single drop of spunk, she wanted it all. Mike, who had been openly wanking himself came all over the studio floor. Gary slumped forward onto Karen's bottom and ran his fingers through her hair. She raised her flushed red face out of the cushion, turned and kissed the tips of her lovers fingers. He slowly pulled out from my wife and lay down next to her. While they kissed and embraced Mike cleaned himself up, sorted all the used film into order and began to dismantle the lights and other camera equipment. Mike turned on the harsh overhead lights and Karen knew that her trip to heaven and back had finally ended. Gary slipped off the bed, kissed her cheek and left the studio through a small side door. Karen gathered up her wedding dress and, with extremely shaky legs, walked over to the changing room to get undressed. She removed her veil and gloves and then unzipped the side of the wedding dress. She placed it on a small table and unclasped her Basque. Bending down to unfasten her stockings she saw Gary's thick spunk running out of her pussy and onto her thigh. As if to remind herself of what had just happened she wiped up the come with her finger and licked it clean. She knew the last few hours had not been a dream as the salty taste of spunk spread through her mouth. Minutes later Karen pulled on her jeans and tee-shirt and walked back out into the studio. Mike had erected the partitions again and the place looked as business like as it had when she had first come to have some photos taken. He thanked Karen for her help in making his fantasy come true. He admitted that he had a large personal collection of photos and had wanted Karen to appear in a wedding dress for him since he first saw her. He also asked Karen if she would want to see the photos taken that evening and whether she would want to come back to model for him again. My wife said that she would think about it and left for home a changed person. She knew things would never be the same again. Needless to say that was three months ago. Yes, Karen did want to see the photos taken of her session and yes, she has been back to model for Mike. After she arrived home that night, being unable to conceal the fact, she confessed what had happened to me. Of course this was my dream come true. I was unsure how I would feel if Karen did actually fuck another man but I can now say that it is the best thing that has happened to us. Karen has modeled for Mike about six times now. It is usually on a Saturday night and the sessions last from about seven o'clock until midnight. She didn't arrive home from the last session until two in the morning and I can foresee a time in the not too distant future when she will be staying out all night and arriving home in the morning. I get so hard at the thought of this happening. Karen models whatever outfits Mike supplies and each time there has been another man present to service her. Mike has not yet fucked my wife but gets a kick out of arranging others to do it for him in front of the camera. Karen loves the sex and loves fucking with other men. Each time it is someone different and each time Mike ensures that they are good looking, well built and have large pricks. They have not repeated the wedding dress session either. Last week Karen dressed in latex and PVC and performed with a man dressed in rubber. He chained her up, used all sorts of dildos and vibrators on her and finally fucked her. I thought she would reject this kind of sex but she admitted to me that she really enjoyed it. She was not scared and trusted Mike and the male model totally. She has even requested to Mike that he sets this kind of session up again where she is dominated by another man. I am still surprised that she has advanced into the more unusual aspects of sex so quickly, she is so keen and eager. My kick is seeing the photos a week later and wanking off over them. Karen and myself still have sex but the emphasis is now on my wanking sessions looking at the photos on a Saturday night while she's away enjoying herself. When we do make love, Karen, upon my request, relays all the details of her last sessions to me, thats how I am able to write such a detailed letter to you now. If any other husbands get the opportunity to let their wives fuck other men I would recommend that they do. I am aware that this can lead to problems but in my case there are no problems at all. Mike gets what he wants, Karen gets to fuck other young studs in front of a camera and I get to see, and wank myself silly over, the results. What lies in store for the future? Well, this Saturday Mike has promised Karen that there will be two blokes there to fuck her sore and he has asked if she would perform with another woman. I recently caught Karen looking at adverts for strap on dildos in a magazine and guess that she is looking forward to this very much. She has shaved her cunt in anticipation and I can't wait to see the photos from that session. I will close now by saying that I feel very much better for writing all this down. The knowledge that my wife regularly fucks around, and enjoys it so much, sometimes troubles me but on the whole we have a better relationship because of it. I'm not saying that Karen would stop if I asked her to as I don't think she could. I also know that if I did ask her to choose between me or the sessions I might not get the answer I would want but then again I can't see myself asking her to make that decision. Even though she has now had quite a few lovers all parties involved are aware of the health risks and are careful. Every time Saturday evening comes around or I have a copy of her latest photo session in front of me I feel rejuvenated and I know its the best thing that could have happened. 3652 1.25/512345