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02/07/2012
My wife is my best friend. I would never have said that we have the most passionate marriage but we are happy together and keep each other company very nicely even if the sex side of things dried up quite quickly after marriage and now is only a very occasional thing, which I put down to her being a pretty non-sexual person, even though by any guy's standards she's a beautiful woman with the nicest, silkiest skin and very good tits and athletic figure. But she was always embarrassed by sex scenes in movies and never talked about her few past experiences before me.
For a while, it looked like she might be laid off at work but in the end she was made part time and ended up spending a lot more time at home which wasn’t the end of the world but I knew she found it boring and frustrating.
I know you shouldn’t look into these things but I began to notice that she started to clear the internet history of our computer, I noticed I guess because I always did that, for obvious reasons, but she had never done it. Naturally, I was curious what she was looking at but I left it alone.
It’s my birthday and very thoughtfully Clare cooks me a great meal, we spend some time with my parents and that night we even make love briefly. Next morning I’m on the computer and check the history out of curiosity only to find a bunch of URLs, a lot of browsing of some site where people post naked photos of themselves. Nothing shocking and I’m kind of excited that Clare is curious about something like that, it certainly gave me something to think about that day.
A while later, maybe two or three weeks I’m logging into my email except already in the log in box there’s an email address I don’t recognise. Again, I know this isn’t very gallant but I’m a nosey guy especially when I don’t think I can get caught, I think most of us are. There’s a couple of passwords that Clare uses for her banking and emails and stuff so I try them, at the third or fourth attempt the password works.
There were maybe twenty or so emails, some unread. They had titles like “Hi” and “Nice!!!” but I didn’t have time to read any of them before she arrived home and I closed the screen down. Naturally my imagination was running pretty wild and I could think of nothing but what she might be getting up to. All night I felt excited that I would soon be able to read her secret messages. I made a note of the secret email address and the next morning I got up early to read some of them.
I’ll try to recall one to give you some idea, it went something like this:
“Dear Cath, thank you so much for sharing your great pics, they really are special, you’re a very sexy woman. I’m sorry we didn’t have much time to chat, I hope we can maybe chat again soon….”
They weren’t all as polite as that, some were pretty coarse and explicit. Some had naked photos attached.
This was all very shocking, I just sort of tried to take it in, it really shook up my perception of Clare in a way I found very exciting and straight away I found her sexier and friskier in bed.
I continued checking her emails from time to time, she only occasionally answered them and never wrote much. One writer was very persistent, writing every day. He referred very specifically to some photos he liked of Clare posing in certain ways and wearing certain things. Reading these gave me a massive hard-on. I wanted to see these photos very badly, it looked like many others were enjoying them.
One day I noticed that one person writing to Clare called her “HungryCath”. I tried searching for this name on the naked photo website and there she was. Not her face but her body. In about a hundred photos. They were arranged chronologically so the first ones I saw she was posing in her favourite lingerie and underwear, later ones had her topless and only the ones from the last week or two had her totally nude. All the photos had been viewed at least 500 times, many were rated eight or nine out of ten and had many comments underneath. I started reading the comments on one recent nude shot in which she was laying on her back with her legs in the air. There were over fifty comments all wanting to fuck her, all saying how horny her body made them.
I kind of forgot about all this after a while until she asked me what I thought about her shaving her pussy, she said it was for the beach holiday she was planning but I didn’t have to be a genius to guess the real reason. Of course I had no objection in any case, in fact a year before I had asked her to shave but she had refused. Anyway, sure enough, when I checked her emails I found a message from a guy asking her to shave and post some photos.
I also saw lots of emails from a guy called Rob who was flirting with her pretty full on. He had a blog that Clare had visited called something like 100 Girls in 100 Days in which he was charting his (very successful) attempt to bed a hundred girls within a hundred days using sites like the one Cath was on. He was a young guy, only nineteen and certainly nothing to look at, he was a heavy guy with bad skin and kind of a dopey look, but his blog showed he could get the ladies into his bed, after forty days he had twenty nine girls with photos of them meeting and in bed.
While I was logged into Cath’s email a new message arrived from Rob. I opened it straight away. He said he was looking forward to meeting her but he “had” to have a good look at her as she had had of him and she “had” to send him a full nude shot of her back and front to him before he could commit to meeting her. I found this hilarious because I knew Clare wouldn’t go through with anything like this, after all there’s a big difference between posting a few naughty anonymous pics and actually meeting a sleazeball like this. Besides Clare is a 34 year old woman and she wouldn’t submit to a guy who’s still a teenager.
A few days later I check her email again and there’s no new messages. I’m about to close her email when I think to check her sent messages. There’s a sent message from that day to Rob and it has an attachment. I open the message and am faced with two thumbnails that take my breath away. My wife completely stripped. She had sent Rob what he wanted.
Clare had arranged a holiday with her friends but for some reason it had been cancelled. She told me that she would be going away for a long weekend instead. I’m not the quickest guy around but I knew what was happening but in my heart I doubted Clare would go through with anything. I read all the details of Clare and Rob’s meeting in an email. Rob had a routine for his project and every meeting with every woman worked the same way. I admired this teenager’s confidence. Two things caught my eager attention: he didn’t like wearing condoms and wouldn’t wear one during sex and he wanted oral, vaginal and anal sex with all women. Clare always insisted I wear a condom even though when we were first married I was desperate to fuck her without one. And she always refused anal. But now she was letting Rob do both. I was both humiliated and massively turned on. But I was glad that Clare had come alive sexually and hopefully I would benefit eventually.
Clare went away for her weekend and I enjoyed spending time really poring over her photos and the comments about them, I even left a few comments of my own for her.
On the Saturday afternoon I thought of checking Rob’s blog and was surprised to see that he had already posted a photo of him and Cath meeting that morning in a café, he had a similar photo of him and his conquest for all his meetings. It was weird seeing them together, the dorky looking teenager and my wife in a low cut top with her generous cleavage on show for his benefit. He also posted a short message that he would post more pictures and a report soon. I guessed they would be making love right then. I went up to our bedroom, closed the curtains and wanked all afternoon only pausing to check for any new photos on Rob’s blog.
As it turned out it was very late that night before Rob posted ten photos of him and Clare.
They were in different positions, some I had never tried with Clare. There was a close-up of his cock inside her, without a condom, her bent over doggy style, her sucking his cock.
The photo that really turned me on was one of them just cuddling after having sex, holding each other, that was the one that made me really jealous of Rob.
The next day he posted a new photo of him and the next woman and Clare had sent an email to another guy he was talking to so it was good for me to know that there was nothing serious between Clare and Rob. And I felt so good with Clare not coming home until very late that night I could have such a good long wank about them.
FUCK MY WIFE!
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For a while, it looked like she might be laid off at work but in the end she was made part time and ended up spending a lot more time at home which wasn’t the end of the world but I knew she found it boring and frustrating.
I know you shouldn’t look into these things but I began to notice that she started to clear the internet history of our computer, I noticed I guess because I always did that, for obvious reasons, but she had never done it. Naturally, I was curious what she was looking at but I left it alone.
It’s my birthday and very thoughtfully Clare cooks me a great meal, we spend some time with my parents and that night we even make love briefly. Next morning I’m on the computer and check the history out of curiosity only to find a bunch of URLs, a lot of browsing of some site where people post naked photos of themselves. Nothing shocking and I’m kind of excited that Clare is curious about something like that, it certainly gave me something to think about that day.
A while later, maybe two or three weeks I’m logging into my email except already in the log in box there’s an email address I don’t recognise. Again, I know this isn’t very gallant but I’m a nosey guy especially when I don’t think I can get caught, I think most of us are. There’s a couple of passwords that Clare uses for her banking and emails and stuff so I try them, at the third or fourth attempt the password works.
There were maybe twenty or so emails, some unread. They had titles like “Hi” and “Nice!!!” but I didn’t have time to read any of them before she arrived home and I closed the screen down. Naturally my imagination was running pretty wild and I could think of nothing but what she might be getting up to. All night I felt excited that I would soon be able to read her secret messages. I made a note of the secret email address and the next morning I got up early to read some of them.
I’ll try to recall one to give you some idea, it went something like this:
“Dear Cath, thank you so much for sharing your great pics, they really are special, you’re a very sexy woman. I’m sorry we didn’t have much time to chat, I hope we can maybe chat again soon….”
They weren’t all as polite as that, some were pretty coarse and explicit. Some had naked photos attached.
This was all very shocking, I just sort of tried to take it in, it really shook up my perception of Clare in a way I found very exciting and straight away I found her sexier and friskier in bed.
I continued checking her emails from time to time, she only occasionally answered them and never wrote much. One writer was very persistent, writing every day. He referred very specifically to some photos he liked of Clare posing in certain ways and wearing certain things. Reading these gave me a massive hard-on. I wanted to see these photos very badly, it looked like many others were enjoying them.
One day I noticed that one person writing to Clare called her “HungryCath”. I tried searching for this name on the naked photo website and there she was. Not her face but her body. In about a hundred photos. They were arranged chronologically so the first ones I saw she was posing in her favourite lingerie and underwear, later ones had her topless and only the ones from the last week or two had her totally nude. All the photos had been viewed at least 500 times, many were rated eight or nine out of ten and had many comments underneath. I started reading the comments on one recent nude shot in which she was laying on her back with her legs in the air. There were over fifty comments all wanting to fuck her, all saying how horny her body made them.
I kind of forgot about all this after a while until she asked me what I thought about her shaving her pussy, she said it was for the beach holiday she was planning but I didn’t have to be a genius to guess the real reason. Of course I had no objection in any case, in fact a year before I had asked her to shave but she had refused. Anyway, sure enough, when I checked her emails I found a message from a guy asking her to shave and post some photos.
I also saw lots of emails from a guy called Rob who was flirting with her pretty full on. He had a blog that Clare had visited called something like 100 Girls in 100 Days in which he was charting his (very successful) attempt to bed a hundred girls within a hundred days using sites like the one Cath was on. He was a young guy, only nineteen and certainly nothing to look at, he was a heavy guy with bad skin and kind of a dopey look, but his blog showed he could get the ladies into his bed, after forty days he had twenty nine girls with photos of them meeting and in bed.
While I was logged into Cath’s email a new message arrived from Rob. I opened it straight away. He said he was looking forward to meeting her but he “had” to have a good look at her as she had had of him and she “had” to send him a full nude shot of her back and front to him before he could commit to meeting her. I found this hilarious because I knew Clare wouldn’t go through with anything like this, after all there’s a big difference between posting a few naughty anonymous pics and actually meeting a sleazeball like this. Besides Clare is a 34 year old woman and she wouldn’t submit to a guy who’s still a teenager.
A few days later I check her email again and there’s no new messages. I’m about to close her email when I think to check her sent messages. There’s a sent message from that day to Rob and it has an attachment. I open the message and am faced with two thumbnails that take my breath away. My wife completely stripped. She had sent Rob what he wanted.
Clare had arranged a holiday with her friends but for some reason it had been cancelled. She told me that she would be going away for a long weekend instead. I’m not the quickest guy around but I knew what was happening but in my heart I doubted Clare would go through with anything. I read all the details of Clare and Rob’s meeting in an email. Rob had a routine for his project and every meeting with every woman worked the same way. I admired this teenager’s confidence. Two things caught my eager attention: he didn’t like wearing condoms and wouldn’t wear one during sex and he wanted oral, vaginal and anal sex with all women. Clare always insisted I wear a condom even though when we were first married I was desperate to fuck her without one. And she always refused anal. But now she was letting Rob do both. I was both humiliated and massively turned on. But I was glad that Clare had come alive sexually and hopefully I would benefit eventually.
Clare went away for her weekend and I enjoyed spending time really poring over her photos and the comments about them, I even left a few comments of my own for her.
On the Saturday afternoon I thought of checking Rob’s blog and was surprised to see that he had already posted a photo of him and Cath meeting that morning in a café, he had a similar photo of him and his conquest for all his meetings. It was weird seeing them together, the dorky looking teenager and my wife in a low cut top with her generous cleavage on show for his benefit. He also posted a short message that he would post more pictures and a report soon. I guessed they would be making love right then. I went up to our bedroom, closed the curtains and wanked all afternoon only pausing to check for any new photos on Rob’s blog.
As it turned out it was very late that night before Rob posted ten photos of him and Clare.
They were in different positions, some I had never tried with Clare. There was a close-up of his cock inside her, without a condom, her bent over doggy style, her sucking his cock.
The photo that really turned me on was one of them just cuddling after having sex, holding each other, that was the one that made me really jealous of Rob.
The next day he posted a new photo of him and the next woman and Clare had sent an email to another guy he was talking to so it was good for me to know that there was nothing serious between Clare and Rob. And I felt so good with Clare not coming home until very late that night I could have such a good long wank about them.
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