I admit it. I was snooping. Karen was out of town on a business trip, and I found the private web site owned and operated by the Riverside Photography Club. Karen didn’t have the password listed among all her other passwords, so I had to make a few educated guesses based on patterns of use that I gleaned from her list. Luckily, the Riverside Photography Club’s IT security implementation doesn’t limit the number of password attempts before locking you out. I was really sweating it when I made my third try, because if it locked her account, that would have alerted Karen that I was snooping. It didn’t lock me out and I made three more attempts before I got in.
Since the site is not meant for public eyes, it has a simple layout with selections for view by photographer, view by model, view by theme, and view by date. I selected View by Photographer. The screen changed to a selectable list of all the photographers in the club. I know all six names of the actively participating members, three male and three female. There were three past members that I did not know, one female and two males.
Karen’s photography skills had blossomed over the past 15 years, so she had joined this local photography club about six months ago. They meet every Wednesday evening at 7:00 for two to three hours. They also have an agreement that each member must also act as a model and that no models would be used outside of the club. I never understood the rationale behind that rule…until now.
I clicked on Karen’s name and a page with three more selections appeared: View by Date, View by Model, View by Theme. Hm. I wondered what the various themes were. I made that selection. The next page has numerous selections. Some were mundane, like Portraiture, Fashion, and Sports. The ones that really caught my eye, though, were Implied Nude, Full Nude, Erotic Scenes, Semen, Sexual Intercourse.
I started with Full Nude and was taken to a page with selections for each of the other members. Okay. I always wondered what Page Bronson looked like nude. She always seemed a bit snooty if you asked me. Her husband is a lawyer. So I selected her. A page with dozens of thumbnails popped up. I selected a photo at random and a full-page black and white photo appeared of Page Bronson smiling at the camera while leaning her ass on the edge of a table, arms crossed under her boobs (effectively lifting them up a bit), and a boasting a full, dark bush of pubic hair.
I backed up to the previous page and noticed that all the photos were in black and white. I selected one more and saw a full shot of Page’s ass while she was on her hands and knees, looking back over her left shoulder at the camera. Her labia were open like a butterfly’s wings, and the vaginal opening was obviously moist. Wow! My dick hardened at the thought of sliding into that lovely opening.
I shook my head to bring myself out of the trance and backed up to Karen’s theme selection page. I next selected Erotic Scenes, then Rhonda’s model page. Rhonda Guest is married to my old friend Ben Guest. Karen and I went to high school with Ben. Rhonda is his second wife and the person who encouraged Karen to join the photography club. She is a beautiful woman with medium size tits, hourglass figure, and blond hair. Well, the hair on her head is blond. The hair between her legs was very dark, as evidenced by the photo I pulled up of her laying on her back, legs splayed wide open, and a large, brown rubber penis inserted halfway in her pussy. I wondered if Ben knew about this. Probably not.
My cock was rock solid as I looked at Rhonda in all her luscious glory. I can’t say that I have a “thing” for her, but I admit that I’ve wondered what it would be like to have a roll in the hay with her, so to speak. I took a peek at several more photos of Rhonda playing with the rubber dick, holding it between her tits, sucking it in her mouth, and inserting it in her pussy. Good stuff. Made me wonder what kinds of photos I’d find of Karen.
I backed out of Karen’s “photographer” page, went to her “model” page, and selected View by Theme. I was so tempted to dive right into the Sexual Intercourse theme but decided to work up from tame to shame. I bypassed Implied Nude, however, and selected Full Nude.
Hundreds of thumbnails popped up on the screen, all in black and white, with file names that include the photographer’s name, date, and time. There was my wife in all her slender, athletic, small breasted glory. Her blond hair hanging in loose curls down to her shoulders and her dark pubic patch looked bushy, but not wildly so. I drooled lovingly at the way her rounded ass appeared so firm and smooth. It also becomes obvious in some of the photos that she was aroused, as her areolas were drawn up and her nipples were hard. Also, her labia were open, and her pussy was glistening with her juices. She looked amazing. Of course, this means that all her fellow club members have seen her like this. What was going through Leon’s, Mike’s, and Taylor’s minds while they took photos of my naked wife? Did they imagine themselves sticking their cocks into my wife’s juicy wet pussy? Damn, my dick got really hard.
Next, I looked at the Erotic Scenes page. My hand was shaking as I started selecting thumbnails. There’s a photo of her lower body with a man’s right hand on her stomach and his left hand on her pussy. Fuck! Another man had his hand on her pussy! My stomach hurt.
The next one showed her lower body in a dress raised up to reveal her smooth round ass in a thong, garter belt, and stockings. She’s leaning up against a man in a suit with his pants undone and a huge cock sticking straight up. Karen’s right hand is wrapped around the middle of his cock with at least three to four inches of cock on either side of her petite hand. Shit! My wife’s hand wrapped around another man’s cock! I felt nauseous.
I was drawn to look at another. Ah, there’s the familiar form of my naked wife taken from behind as she’s bending slightly at the waist in front of an oval tabletop mirror. She’s holding the sides of the mirror and looking back under her right arm as a male hand is pulling her thong underwear down from the crack of her gorgeous ass. Another man was undressing my wife! My heart was pounding in my chest!
I looked through several more. All of them were of male hands on my wife’s tits, her pussy, or her ass; or in the process of removing articles of clothing from her luscious body. In one photo, she was naked and straddling a naked man’s leg as he enveloped her back with his hands, holding her close. Her left hand was wrapped around his erect cock. Unfortunately, her wedding ring was hidden behind her leg, if she was wearing it at all. The man had to be either Mike or Taylor because he’s white. Leon is African American. Ah, I found one with her wedding ring clearly visible. Again she’s straddling either Mike or Taylor, this time dressed in a sun dress. She’s smiling and looking down toward his face, which is not visible in the photo, and her hands are holding his erect penis. My dick was so hard that it hurt. I had to let it out, so I unzipped my denim pants and pulled my erection out to relieve the pressure. Ah, much better.
I went back to the themes and selected Semen. My hand was shaking so badly that I had trouble controlling the mouse. At the top of the page was a note: “*S at the beginning of the file name indicates simulated semen. Dove body wash was used most frequently for body photos, but a heavily thinned mixture of powdered sugar and milk was used for photos involving ‘semen’ in the mouth.”
Without paying attention to the file names, I began selecting thumbnails. The first was a photo of Karen’s tits as she lay with a man straddling her hips. I couldn’t see all of her face, just the mouth and chin. She was holding the man’s cock just below the head and there was cum between her tits and pooled near her neck. I glanced at the file name. It began with *S. Whew! He didn’t really cum on her. Still, she was holding his cock.
In the next photo, Karen was on her knees on the seat of a chair cushion bending over the back of the chair. Her ass was up so that you could clearly see her puffed up pussy and cum was splattered all over her butt cheeks and ass hole. The file name had *S at the start. I continued randomly selecting photos as I scrolled down the page. Cum on her tits. Cum on her blouse. Cum on her pussy, matted in her pubic hair. All files started with *S. I was rubbing my cock, somewhat relieved that these were all simulated semen, yet somehow wishing that they weren’t. Cum on her face. Cum in her hair. Another one with cum on her chin and chest as she kneels in front of a man. The photo was taken from behind the man, whose legs were spread about shoulder width apart. HIS DICK IS IN HER MOUTH!! I glanced at the file name. It started with *S. It was not real semen, but she definitely had his real cock in her real mouth. What the fuck??!! Precum was leaking heavily down my penis. My pubes were matted and soaked. My heart was beating so fast I thought I would pass out.
I pulled up another one. Cum on her hand as it was wrapped around a cock with the tip touching her outstretched tongue. Wow! I looked at the file name. No *S. It’s real semen! On her tongue! It was also real semen that shot out of my penis with such force that it literally hit me under my chin. Fuck! That was intense! But what was I feeling? I couldn’t really identify it. Jealousy? Sure. A bit. Anger? Yes. A bit more. Desire? Oh, yeah! I wanted Karen so badly at that moment. I wanted to kiss the slutty mouth that I had seen with another man’s cock in it. I wanted to push her down onto her knees and ram my cock in and out of that mouth until I blasted a load down her cheating throat.
I got up and took a break to change out of my cum covered clothes and clean the semen off of my neck and chin. I have to admit that in my still heightened sexual state, I scooped some of the splooge from my chin with my forefinger and stuck my finger in my mouth. The consistency of the semen was somewhat strange and difficult to describe, while the taste was kind of like bleach (not that I’ve ever tasted bleach, but we all know the odor). It wasn’t totally unpleasant, but not something I would ever crave. What makes this a little more providential, is that the next photo I pulled up when I returned to the computer was a close-up shot of Karen’s partially open mouth with cum drooling out over her lower lip. I checked the file name; no *S. Just more proof of her experience in tasting semen. Shit! I’ve NEVER cum in her mouth. The only place I’ve ever ejaculated when we had sex was in her pussy. Oh sure, she’s sucked my cock many times, but never to completion (mostly because it would take hours for me to recover and be able to get hard again). Besides, why would I want to waste good semen in her mouth or on her face or body, when I can fill her pussy?
I selected one more in the Semen theme as my dick grew to a semi-hard state. Oh Fuck! I recognize a closeup back shot of Karen’s pussy and sphincter. Cum is leaking from her open pussy onto a flaccid cock. A quick glance at the file name. No *S. Now my cock is rock solid again. I’ve never been hard so quickly after ejaculating. But knowing that photo is showing real semen leaking out of her pussy onto another man’s cock and easily deducing that she had that cock inside her, turned me on more than anything has ever turned me on in my entire life. Were there photos of the lead up to this in the Sexual Intercourse theme? I wondered if she said those words to him that all men like to hear, “Cum in me.” As the realization really sank in, my heartbeat was fast and hard in my chest. My palms were sweaty. ANOTHER MAN EJACULATED INSIDE MY WIFE!!
My right hand was shaking as I backed out of the Semen file and selected Sexual Intercourse. There was a similar note as in Semen that a “*S” in the file name indicated simulated sex and that no actual penetration had taken place in the creation of the photograph. As I glanced through the thumbnails, I could see that *S appeared in the file names of about the first half of the files. It was absent from the rest. Shit! Shit! My conservative, strait-laced wife had been fucking around for the past few months and I never had a clue.
I randomly selected a *S file. Karen was on her back in the center of what appeared to be a queen size bed. The man on top of her had his right hand on her left shoulder, while she had her left hand on the back of his head. Both had their faces turned away from the camera, but from the back of his head and the build on his Caucasian body I’m fairly certain it was Mike. He was obviously naked, but Karen could have been wearing some sort of clothing. Her legs, arm, and shoulder were bare, but you couldn’t see her body because of the shadowing. His pelvis was over hers and her left leg was wrapped around his waist with her left heel resting just above his right ass cheek. Her left foot was extended, and her toes were curled tightly. Her right foot rested on the bed with her knee spread outward. The angle was from the lower corner of the bed and the appearance, of course, was that they were fucking, but the file name indicated that no penetration had taken place. Under normal circumstances I would have viewed it as a rather tame photo, BUT the fact that it was MY WIFE laying underneath a naked man added an eroticism to the scene that otherwise would not have been present. As I stared at the photo, I became aware of the fact that my mouth was open in awed dismay over the scene on the screen before me.
Then I noticed she had an anklet on her left ankle. It was not familiar to me. I had bought her a thin, gold anklet a year ago, when we had started fantasizing about, and role playing, hotwife scenarios. For several years we had often watched porn videos together, eventually settling on hotwife videos as the genre of choice. I admitted to her that the thought of married women having sex with other men was extremely erotic, and, yes, I even imagined her fucking other men. We had both agreed that it was a fun fantasy, but not something either of us wanted to bring to fruition. She would sometimes wear the anklet when we went to parties. It looked sexy and we wondered if anyone would comment on it. Our response would have been a naïve denial that there was any meaning behind it. No one ever said anything about it. I wondered why she was wearing a different anklet in the photo.
Again, I shook myself from my rambling thoughts. One more *S file as a lead up before the main event. The next photo I picked was similar in that a man, presumably Taylor since the man was less hairy than Mike yet still Caucasian, was on top of Karen in a pose that looked like sex in the missionary position. This one was taken with a direct view from the side, and it was obvious that my wife was also naked. Her knees were pulled up against her chest, and both her heels were resting on Taylor’s hips. Again, her toes were curled, and you could just make out the outline of her left boob pressed against her left thigh. Her face was nuzzled into his right shoulder as his right arm was stretched out over her head. As I sat, lightly stroking my cock, I noticed two important parts of the composition that increased the eroticism of the photo immeasurably. One, she was again wearing an anklet on her left ankle, but this time it looked like the one I had bought for her. Two, her wedding and engagement rings were clearly visible on her left hand, which was placed on Taylor’s right thigh. If I hadn’t already blown my load a mere 10 minutes before, I probably would have shot a jet of semen that reached the ceiling.
The general composition of the photo was evidently of a married woman fucking a man that may, or may not, have been her husband. I only knew it was a married woman fucking another man because it was MY WIFE, and the man was NOT ME!! The feeling of jealousy in my heart was intense, but the feeling of sexual excitement in my groin was more intense than the time I stumbled upon a photo posted on-line by a married woman that showed her sitting on a man’s lap with his cock firmly entrenched in her tight pussy. The tag line she wrote simply read, “Not my husband.” I remembered masturbating to completion while I gazed intently at THAT photo. I suddenly realized I was doing nearly the same thing, but I stopped myself and let go of my engorged cock before ejaculating…barely.
My focus waivered and the photo blurred in my vision as I contemplated my feelings. How could she do this without my having the slightest suspicion? I was working too hard, that much was certain. Sex had become routine with us, and porn seemed to be the only mechanism that would lead to intimacy between us. I was obviously not paying enough attention to her. On the other hand, we had fantasized about her with other men and talked about being open with our desires. She had always claimed that I was enough for her, and she didn’t want anyone else. My emotions were all over the place. Still, I hadn’t even ventured into the realm of what was certainly “the surreal.”
I randomly picked a photo without a *S. Tears suddenly welled up in my eyes as I gazed on a photo of my wife on her back with her legs spread apart. The camera was a few feet from her head, looking down her body. Taylor or Mike (I couldn’t tell which) was over her, supporting the weight of his upper body on his right arm. His face was not visible, but Karen’s face, the only part of the photo complete in focus, depicted a woman experiencing sexual pleasure. Her mouth was slightly agape, and her eyes were closed. The rest of the photo was very slightly out of focus, but it was easy to see that her arms were by her sides, perhaps resting her hands on his thighs, and her legs were spread wide. His large cock was visible with the head buried in her pussy. This was a solid photographic representation of my deepest fantasy; seeing another man as he penetrated my wife. She had actually done it…but without ME!! That was the real betrayal. I was not angry that another man had fucked Karen. I was furious and heartbroken that I was not there with her! To witness our fantasy as it became reality. To observe her sexual awakening. To kiss her luscious mouth as another man entered her for the first time.
At that moment, I heard the distinct sound of something being dropped on the hardwood floor of Karen’s home office. Then I heard a shaky voice behind me. “Wh-wh-what’s going on?” I slowly turned the chair to face the door. My cock deflated. There was Karen. Her carryon had slipped from her grasp and fallen to the floor. Slowly, she shuffled into the room, pointing with her left hand at the monitor behind me, a look of horror and wonderment on her face. “Wh-what are you…? H-How did you…?” Then the full realization of the photo I was viewing sunk in. She put her hand shakily over her mouth. “Oh, gawd!” She exclaimed as she began to cry. “I’m so sorry!” She said as she slowly sank down and knelt down in front of me. “I love you, Jim! I don’t want to lose you!”
“Then why this betrayal!” I snapped back. “Why do this behind my back? We’ve talked about this. I would have supported you if you wanted to try sex with someone else. I understand that kind of desire.” I turned and pointed to the screen. “But this! This! I had to discover THIS by accident!? Tell me why!”
“It’s hard to explain,” she said though her tears.
“Is this why you joined that club? So you could fuck other men?”
“No!” She exclaimed. She went on to explain how, at first, they only took photos of nature, sporting events, and portraits. Then they branched into boudoir photos and things escalated from there. The group dynamic just moved deeper and deeper into the realm of sex until it devoured them. As I sat in her office chair with her kneeling between my legs, we talked and cried for an hour as she explained how it progressed over several months. None of the spouses were supposed to know about it. They had made a pact to keep it between the members. I pried and pried throughout our talk and learned that while Taylor was the first cock she touched, Leon was the first to put his penis in her mouth, and Mike was the first to penetrate her vagina. Each of the female club members had sex with each of the other club members, male and female. Taylor had sucked the cocks of each of the other two males, but Leon and Mike wouldn’t touch another penis. I was blown away. Karen had always insisted that the thought of sex with another woman was “gross.”
At some point, she noticed my hard penis and began lightly touching it. Using her fingers, she lazily swirled the precum around my cock head as we talked, occasionally licking the tip. Suddenly her eyes went wide as the realization sunk in and she said, “You’re hard. I thought you were mad at me.”
“I AM mad at you. You betrayed me by keeping secrets like this.”
“I don’t care about the sex. Like I said, we talked about you having sex with other men. We watched married women fucking other men in videos. Read hotwife stories. Even roll played it! Why is that such a surprise to you?”
“I just always thought that the real thing would be different. I just didn’t think you would, or could, actually watch me have sex with another man.”
Karen glanced up at the screen and said, “Okay,” as she stood up. She took the mouse and backed up to the Sexual Intercourse page. “Let’s see….” She selected a thumbnail, and the screen was filled with a photo of her on her back with her legs parted. Her right hand was at her mouth as she bit down on her index finger, a look of sexual bliss on her face. Leon was leaning over her with his cock head just inside her pussy. His hands were on her knees, pushing her legs apart. Her left hand, with rings prominently displayed, was guiding Leon’s cock into her pussy. “This was the first time Leon had sex with me.” She said softly as she looked at me. New tears were flowing down her cheeks.
I looked intently at the photo. First, I zoomed in on Leon’s cock as it nestled into Karen’s pussy and those beautiful rings on her finger as her hand guided him in. Then I zoomed in on her face. That look! That beautiful, erotic look of my wife’s sexual pleasure! Again, my heart began racing and my cock was harder than it had been at any time in my memory. It was almost uncomfortably hard. Karen noticed. “My God!” she exclaimed with a look of amazement on her face. “This really IS turning you on.”
I gazed into her blue eyes, which were wide with wonder. “Do you really love me?” I asked.
She put her hands on either side of my face and stared back into my tear-filled brown eyes. “With all my heart!” She replied. “What can I do to make this all better? I’ll do anything! I’ll quit the club. I promise, I’ll never have sex with anyone else. I want you with me forever, body and soul!” She began crying again.
I looked again at the photo on the screen, zoomed in on that erotic face of sexual bliss. I looked back into her terror-stricken eyes as they stared back, waiting for a reply that would either ease her troubled mind or tear her world asunder. I stood up and her gaze followed me, never breaking contact with my eyes. I waited for a moment, glaring down at her. Then I grabbed her head and kissed her hard on her luscious mouth. I swept her up into my arms and carried her into our bedroom, literally throwing her on the bed. I ripped her blouse open, buttons flying everywhere. Her eyes were still wide with surprise and terror. I yanked her skirt and panties down off her hips and legs in a single fluid motion and threw back over my shoulder. I spread her legs and rammed my cock into her pussy. Interestingly, she was soaking wet. Her face immediately changed from a look of terror to a look of ecstasy as she yelled “Aaaahhhh!”
I fucked her. I didn’t make love to her. I fucked her. I fucked my cheating wife like a man possessed. I didn’t wait for her to orgasm. I didn’t care. I just wanted to reclaim her as brutally as I could. I slammed into her hard and fast. She grunted and cursed, “Uuunggghhh! Fuuuuck!! Ooohhhh! Shit! Fuck! Aaaahhh!”
I grunted and cursed, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Ah! Ah! Ah!” as I pounded her pussy. My pussy! In a matter of minutes I stiffened and shouted as I unloaded into her. She wailed and screamed as she orgasmed. Completely drained of energy, I fell beside her in the bed. For several minutes we lay side-by-side, breathing heavily. Then I rolled to face her and she rolled to face me. A coy smile spread on her beautiful face; her dimples prominent. I stared intently into her eyes and the smile disappeared. “If you EVER hide something from me again,” I said emphatically, “we’re through. I expect total openness and honesty in our relationship. Is that understood?”
“Yes,” she said softly. She put her hand on my face as she continued, “I promise. I will never hide anything from you ever again.” The tears began flowing again as she added, “I love you and I’m so sorry I cheated on you. Please forgive me. CAN you forgive me?”
“I forgive you.” I replied and I kissed her deeply. “Now,” I said as I rose up from the bed and a smile spread across my face, “show me more of those photos.”
