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.