A Very Private Show
This story is largely factual. Although you can never get all the facts and dialogue exact as they happened, this is the closest I've come according to everyone who participated. I hope you enjoy this story as much as we all did remembering it.
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One morning I was sitting at my computer. I was searching for an E-card for my friend Wil's birthday. Wil and I are as close as friends could be, we've known each other since childhood. On a whim, I took picture of my wife Gina and added a speech bubble. She was topless in the picture and she sported a big radiant smile. The bubble read, 'Happy Birthday Wil, hope this gets you off'. I saved the picture and attached it to an email. I felt really mischievous as I pressed send, Gina and I didn't show our photos to close friends. Others, maybe, like the people we'd met at local parties, but never our closest friends.
Strange as that may sound, we had good reasons for it. Gina and I were both exhibitionists and we had a secret life that our close friends were unaware of. This life had rules though, the most important one being—never involve close friends in our sex play. We made that rule after almost destroying an important relationship.
Wil's reply was waiting in my inbox later that day. He sounded so excited. He kept gushing about how cool it was that my wife would pose for a sexy birthday picture. He said it was incredibly erotic because it was Gina, his oldest friend's wife—a woman he'd known almost thirteen years. There was a forbidden fruit aspect to what we were doing. It really turned him on, probably as much as it did for me. It's one thing to expose your wife to strangers or mild acquaintances. It's another thing to do it with someone who really matters to you. The feelings can be intense and so much more powerful.
At a trim five foot seven with lovely 34C breasts, Gina's great body has curves that demand attention—the camera just loves her. Whether clothed, sexy or explicit, her pictures always display a luscious but still approachable, girl-next-door quality.
Wil asked if there were any more shots he could see and I told him there were thousands. I sent him a few more that showed more skin but still not everything. He loved them and pleaded with me for more. Despite our rule, I gave in and did it. I sent him a complete series that began with her wearing a sexy sundress, then gradually stripping naked. I made him promise to never to tell or to share them with anyone, especially with our mutual friends. He agreed and I knew I could trust his word.
As it turned out, Wil was also fond of taking pictures of his ex, Gail. Although his pictures were mostly porn, I certainly had no objection to seeing them. Gail was hot, what some would call a trophy wife. She had a centerfold's body with the face of an angel. I had many a satisfying jerk-off session looking at her shots. I especially loved the shots of her sucking on Wil's sizable cock. It wasn't that much longer than mine, maybe an inch but he was thick—a nice fat kielbasa sausage.
I've always been a little jealous of the lucky bastard, not that I have anything to complain about myself. I just loved the looks his cock always got from women. Not shock, just lick your lips interested. As you can guess, Wil and I did enjoy some group sex growing up but that's for another story.
A month later I was clearing Emails on the computer in the den. I got up to get myself a cup of coffee and Gina passed by. She was looking for a pen, and she noticed a thread of Emails in my inbox. They were all from Wil and they all had attachments. Thinking it was boys being boys, she opened one expecting some naughty pictures. She saw several, but to her amazement they were all of Wil and his ex, Gail. Then she saw the message that accompanied the pictures. 'Thanks again for those new shots of Gina, my dick thanks to too. Here are a few more of Gail to enjoy.' When I got back to the den, Gina's frosty look told me something was wrong. I saw the image on the screen and I knew I was in deep shit.
“How long have you been doing this and with how many others?” she demanded.
I told her the whole story and while she was relieved that it only Wil, she was still pissed.
“I'm really disappointed in you,” she said, “to break our most important rule behind my back is beyond belief. Do you really want to go through all that misery again?
Then she astonished me.
“I don't know which pisses me off more. That you broke our rule, or that you did it with Wil and cut me out of the fun. You know, Rick, Wil is family and I love him dearly,” she said. “But I've got to admit it, it's pretty damn exciting that he masturbates to my pictures. He's seriously hot and he could have his pick. It's flattering that I excite him so much.”
While I was surprised at her change of position, I wasn't overly shocked, she's adores showing off so much. Surprisingly, she said I could keep on sending pics to Wil. Her only condition was that she preferred to be the silent partner. Wil was not to now that she was involved. Not believing my good fortune I continued sharing her shots with Wil. Gina would even pick photos for me and always read his comments. She also enjoyed the pictures and videos he sent in return.
When Gina reviewed his pictures she spent more time looking at those where Wil's cock was at center stage. 'My, what a big boy Wil is,' she would say, or, 'My lord, that thing could hurt a girl but it might be fun finding out?' She would always linger as she reviewed his shots and I was pretty sure she wasn't checking out the women.
Wil and I grew up in another city. While later in life, business called me to a new home, Wil never moved. We only saw each other on vacations or on business trips.
Four months after we began to exchange photos, Wil arrived in town on business. He was dropping by for dinner that evening and Gina and I were excited to see him. Since he still knew nothing of Gina's involvement in our picture swapping, there was no potential uneasiness in his visit. I did ask her to wear something sexy for the evening, though.
At first she gave me a look, “So you want me to put on a show now?”
Defensively I replied, “No way, I just love showing you off and watching his tongue hang out. I don't want you to strip for him!”
“Too bad, I might have liked that,” she winked. “Don't worry, I've already picked an appropriate outfit for tonight, I think you'll both approve.”
It was getting on four o'clock and I was tidying around the house. Gina walked toward the kitchen dressed for the evening and I smiled. She wore a loose sheer lace top that I've always loved—especially when she went braless. It was almost see-through and had deep open sleeve holes on the sides. What you could just make out from the front you could glimpse from the sides, if she wanted you to. She was also wearing a pair of super tight jeans. Her long legs and ass looked wonderful and her crotch looked so damn inviting. I snuck up behind her and slid my hands into her top from the sides—mmm, no bra.
She turned her head, “what you wanted?”
“Oh yeah!” I said. “This will do just fine.”
Wil arrived shortly before dinner and his eyes widened when Gina greeted him at the door. I know she enjoyed it as much as he did. Her nipples were so erect—they almost pushed through the mesh of her lace top.
We had a pleasant evening of food and drink—Gina providing Wil with an eyeful every time she picked something up or moved things around the table. They were clearly enjoying themselves.
“I just love your top, Gina,” Wil said as she cleared the dinner dishes.
“Thanks, it's a bit daring but I like that about it,” she said, “I can show as much or as little as I want—keeps the boys excited.”
“Mission accomplished,” he said. “At the risk of being crass, I'll have to calm down a bit before I get up.”
“Too bad,” she smiled wickedly, “I don't mind a bit of payback.”
She picked up the dishes making sure her got another eyeful as she bent over. Then she eyed us both and marched into the kitchen.
“God you're so lucky,” Wil said to me as she disappeared.
Later, after some more brief discussion, Gina went down to the playroom to watch TV. Wil and I stayed upstairs and went into the den to catch up.
“You know, I'm so happy you agreed to trade pics with me,” Wil said in a lowered voice. “I need to tell you something though, I think I'll be running out of shots pretty soon.”
“Don't worry about that, buddy, I've got pictures to spare. As long as you're interested, I'll keep 'em coming.”
“That's very generous, Rick, I really appreciate it. So have you done anything lately?”
“Yeah, we have, come over to the computer and I'll show you, Gina won't be back up for a while,” I said.
I showed him some recent shots we took out on a country road. Gina looked fantastic as she walked along the deserted road naked.
“Damn, these shots are impressive, you're getting pretty good with that camera,” Wil commented.
“Thanks,” I said, “but I still don't have your eye, or your talent for that matter.”
As we went over the images Wil asked, “you know, I've never seen any sex pics of you two, have you done any?”
“Yeah, for sure, we've tried a few times,” I explained. “They never turned out, though. If they weren't just plain boring, almost everything else was wrong with them.”
Just then Gina walked in to ask if our drinks needed refreshing. She looked straight passed us and saw herself in full screen glory. Her eyebrow raised and she looked us both over, but her stern look soon morphed to something else. Something more like a mother who'd caught her kids doing something wrong, yet still adorable.
“Well, this isn't surprising but maybe just a little embarrassing,” she said.
She let the silence fill the room and the air seemed to grew thick and harder to breath. Wil and I snapped out of our guilty trance and jumped to our feet. Our hard-ons tented our pants and Gina giggled loudly when she noticed.
“Well at least I see you're both enjoying yourselves,” she said. “It's nice that I can still produce pup tents like those. Oh, I hope I'm not being too crass for you, Wil.”
Wil smiled and then decided to jump in front of the bus. “It was me,” he said. “Your sexy top had me pretty worked up and I asked Rick if he'd ever taken nude pictures of you.”
I thought Gina would burst with laughter as she turned beet red and covered her mouth. She regained her composure and looked straight at Wil.
“Nice try, buster, that was pretty loyal of you. But I know you've been drooling over my pictures for a while now. Hell, I even picked the recent ones you were sent. I guess it's all out in the open now.”
“Wow, I never knew. Phew!” Wil said doing a fake wipe of his brow. “I'm sure glad Rick's not deep in it. So is it okay if I keep looking then, but only if you won't feel awkward? I was asking Rick if you had any sex shots. I'm sure you've seen the ones of Gail and I?”
“It IS just a little awkward but I'll be fine. I'm just not used to being seen by such a close friend like you. Believe it or not far more strangers than friends have seen me that way,” she said.
“Yeah, I know, Rick told me about the beach and your good friend. Too bad, some can't handle their needs I guess,” Wil said.
“Just how much has Rick divulged about our life, and be honest?
“I wouldn't really know what's left, but what I know so far is terrific,” Wil said. “You two are really on to something. It's rare for couples to find something that keeps their sex life growing.”
“I didn't leave much out,” I admitted. “It's been nice to talk with a friend I really trust, besides you that is. I'm sorry again hon.”
“That's all right. It had to happen one day,” she said. “So, your question about sex pictures,” she said. “The only ones we have are terrible and I don't want them seen by anyone—we never got them right. We were always out of frame, out of focus or just plain, not sexy.
“You know, I've shared shots like that of myself and Gail,” he said. “I never heard any complaints from Rick. I'm a perv you know? And not a very picky one at that,” he chuckled.
“I know, a penis makes you a perv by default,” Gina said. “In fact, yours should put you in a special class of perv.”
“Why thank you, I'll take that as a complement,” Wil said.
“Only one person has ever seen us making love you know? Make that two now, I guess,” she smiled wickedly and approached us.
Wil and I sat back down and Gina hunched over the keyboard and pulled up the folder containing our few sex shots. We both enjoyed a side view of her tits as she worked. She started up a slide show.
“Eyes off my tits and up at the screen now boys,” she said. “Not that I mind you peeking at them, of course, that's why I wear this top.”
Wil grinned as he watched the show. He began a sort of critique as each shot paused on the screen. “You know, if the camera had been over here or there, some of these shots would have been terrific.”
Almost under his breath he whispered, “You really should let me shoot you guys while you have sex, you know.”
Gina choked out a belly laugh, “Right fella, you get an 'E' for effort but no cigar.”
“No, I'm serious,” Wil responded, “I'm a pretty good photographer and I could get all the angles and shots you need, I know it. Besides, the thought of watching you two go at it is an unbelievable turn on. The whole thing would be purely voyeuristic on my part, I promise. I'd never try to join in, unless I was invited of course.”
Gina and I stared at each other, half in shock. We both broke out laughing again but I was silenced by her counter proposal.
“Providing Rick is all right with it, you can shoot us having sex. I have one condition, though,” she said. “You'll have to pose for me first and do anything I tell you to do. The first thing you refuse to do means all bets are off.”
The offer had a strange effect on him—he seemed both excited and reluctant at the same time. Suddenly, the lights went on. Realizing his opportunity, he agreed.
“When?” He asked.
Gina was stymied by the question. “You two go down to the playroom and continue your show. Meanwhile, I'll tidy up in the kitchen and think about that.”
I was amazed—we were going down to look at her pictures and maybe do something unbelievable—a porn photo shoot. My heart was pounding with excitement and my hands were nearly shaking. We got to the other computer and I logged on to the machine upstairs. We were back in business.
“I want to show you something special I put together,” I told Wil. “I did these for the friend I told you about, but he's never them. It's three collections of shots selected from the whole library. I've set them up to be progressively sexier from the first to the third group while maintaining the order they were shot in. It's a great way to see her development as a model. Interested?”
“Sure,” he answered, “This other guy's loss is my gain. Let's have a look.”
I started by showing the first collection of shots. I called it, the tame series. These pictures were all sexy shots of her fully dressed or in underwear, lingerie or at some stage of stripping. You couldn't see a lot of skin but the real turn on was how her posing changed over time. Also, it was interesting how her expressions progressed from shy and nervous to sexy temptress.
"Damn, she sure is one sexy lady. How the hell did you ever luck out like this? Wil remarked as we watched, “Let's take our time with these, I want to enjoy each one.”
When they were done, I moved to the next collection. Gina was much more exposed in these and most of the shots were of her naked or nearly naked. You could see a lot more skin, but the juicy parts were always just out of reach. This was a terrific teaser series, guaranteed to get you hard with anticipation. The show was filled with little rewards like nipple and pussy flashes. There were lots of luscious ass shots and once again, Wil was impressed and really turned on.
"You did an amazing job setting these up. A lot of these shots aren't overly sexy, but the way you presented them makes the show really hot. That goes double if you know her like I do,” he said. “Sometimes I feel as if I'm looking at naked pictures of my sister. I feel a little guilty but I'm so turned on, I don't give a shit, I want more.”
Finally, I moved on to the final collection. These I considered, the best of the best. The group contained only shots that I loved and they were a mix of everything from fully clothed to completely naked—inside, outside, blowjobs, masturbating, this had almost everything. They were in a special order and probably I was the only who could see it clearly. Gina has an amazing sexual energy that grows during each of our adventures. I see it in her eyes and her body language. The subtle way she leans into a situation can be almost predatory—a beautiful hungry wild cat about to pounce. The shots were arranged to show how she did all that and more.
We came to a really special full frontal where Gina was sitting on the bed and her smooth plump wet pussy lips were begging for attention. Wil gasped, "Just hold it there for a minute," he said, "I want some time to savor this one. I'm in love with that incredible pussy" he mused.
"So am I," I replied, "I can never get enough of it. I can spend all night down there."
It's difficult to express just how excited I was, showing her off this way. My throbbing erection pressed up against my jeans and my heart was pounding. Looking over, I saw Wil was also putting a strain on his pants.
"You know, Wil, I'm glad you're enjoying this, feel free to drop 'em and stroke yourself if you want. That's how I usually do it when I'm alone."
"GEEEZ, thanks for sharing, but you're NOT alone.” he laughed. "We may have done shit like that when we were kids, but it's been a while. I think doing that now that might be stretching it, don't you think?"
“Fine,” I replied. "Don't freak out on me, it was just a suggestion and a good one. In fact, I'm taking my own advice for a change."
I got up and undid my pants. I let them drop to the floor and kicked them to the side. I wasn't wearing underwear and my dick bounced free and pointed upward.
“Hey, whoa!” Wil jumped. "You're really serious. I can't believe this!”
I sat back down and watched the show while stroking my happy cock.
"Yes I was and it's your loss, buddy," I said.
"What if Gina comes down, what would it look like?" he said.
"Don't worry, she told me she'd feel funny around us while we looked at her pictures. Besides, she wanted to be alone to think over your proposition. Odds are she won't show her face until she hears you leaving."
"Fine then, you win," he laughed, "I don't think I can stand any more of this without getting some relief after."
He stood and loosened his pants. In one sharp move, he pulled everything down and his thick prominent cock flopped forward. It was close to eye level as he stood and I was seriously jealous again. Boy I wished I had one of those.
"Hey," he said, "let's keep those eyes where they belong. Don't give me the wrong idea about your motives."
"Yeah right," I laughed, "just a little jealous. You haven't gotten any smaller, have you? Sit down and enjoy the show."
We both resumed looking at Gina's pictures. At first, it felt a little odd sitting together half-naked—both of us stroking our cocks. I was reminded of when we were just young lads looking at dirty pictures on a sleepover. We often jerked off late into the night. Now we were adults looking at pictures of my naked wife of nearly thirteen years. It was a strange situation at best.
We kept on that way for maybe half an hour. We looked at pic after pic of Gina's beautiful breasts, lovely heart-shaped butt and her incredible shaved pussy. We studied each shot carefully commenting on how beautiful she was or sometimes just groaning. Suddenly, the mood was stifled as we heard footfalls approaching from above.
“SHIT!" Wil gasped. "Is she coming down here?"
Realizing there was no way to get dressed in time, I looked over at Wil and sighed.
"Looks like we're getting busted," I said.
Half way down the stairs, Gina leaned over the banister and peeked at us—she was stunned.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING?"
"Well," I responded nervously, my face burning with shame. "We got a little excited looking at your pictures and we needed to relieve ourselves. I guess you just got us too horny."
“Oh come on,” she replied as she continued descending. “As much as I love posing, I've never really seen what all the fuss was about. I'm not a model, I'm just an average looking woman.”
When she cleared the basement landing, her gaze turned to Wil's diminished, yet still substantial member.
“But the two of you,” she said. “Wow, what a pair of horny old pervs.”
“Hey, watch that 'old' crack lady,” Wil laughed.
Gina had changed into a two-piece pajama outfit. It was whisper thin cotton with very loose shorts and an equally loose v-neck top. The large drooping sleeve holes were like the top she wore to dinner, only more loose. I especially loved this outfit because it was so easy to get my hands in for a feel. Every move she made was an opportunity to peek inside.
"What set are you looking at now?" she asked.
"The ones in front of the mirror," I answered.
"Those are nice but what did he think of the parking lot series?" she asked.
"We haven't got there yet. We'll look at them now if you like. Still too shy to join us?"
