New Friends and Lovers – Chapter One
(MF, exhib, voy, mast, oral)
For those who have read my earlier stories you're aware of how Gina and I developed as exhibitionists. When the events of this story took place, our sex life had evolved quite a bit. After my best friend Wil did a photo shoot of us, I guess things got more relaxed or ramped up—depending on your point of view.
Gradually we began letting more of our close friends in on our new life. Some were shocked but most were intrigued. Finally, the word was out and everyone who mattered knew, including our families. It cost us a few friendships and put a strain on our families but at least we weren't living behind the curtains any more.
All of our friends eventually tried nudity with us, at least once. For some it was a game changer like it was for us and our home became a kind nude refuge. With us they could be comfortable doing what would be unthinkable anywhere else. Others still saw it as something too 'out there' to continue with. We would still see them but we needed to dress and be more careful in our conversations.
During the colder months we didn't have our favorite nude beach to rely on. We couldn't indulge in public nudity and sex nearly as much. After a few repeat visits from Wil, then Wil with his new bride Elaine, sex performances became our new thing. We now loved having sex with an audience. We even choreographed some routines but we soon realized how fake we were becoming. We wanted to indulge our every sexual whim in front of others and make them feel what we were feeling.
We still attended some of the sexy neighbourhood parties, especially when it was with the smaller core group. We'd sometimes entertain the others with oral sex or handjobs. It was always good fun but it lacked the intimacy of sharing with close friends.
There were two couples in that group with whom we were closest—Claire and Phil, plus Cathy and Bob. We began having small get-togethers with them and at first, things started as dares—flashing, stripping and performing small sex acts. Eventually though, the fun progressed to where we would routinely do full sex shows for each other. Each couple would take a turn as we went around the room. Sometimes the couple would do it on a bed while we all laid around and watched, inches away. It was thrilling and we all became thoroughly uninhibited, no matter what we were doing.
Someone had an idea to bring along books and magazines about Tantric sex and the Kama Sutra. We would flip a book open at a page and we would have to do whatever we landed on. Other times we would all pick something and elect a couple to try it. The winter months turned out to be the best times of all.
When we began, we made rules about keeping things within couples. But, as time progressed and familiarity increased, those rules relaxed. Fondling, handjobs and occasionally oral sex between couples became okay. There was a high degree of trust within our protected little club. We knew we had each other's blessing—as long as we could all watch. Fucking and anal was to be done in a show and only with your partner. We had to draw a line somewhere.
Gina finally got to play with Bob's nice fat cock while I could play with Cathy's enormous tits as well. I enjoyed blowjobs from all three women and often, two would preform on one guy while the others took pictures.
We were riding the crest of a wave but somehow the more we did the less fulfilling it became. So we kept upping the ante. Soon Gina and I became concerned that we were spiraling out of control, just looking for new thrills. It all came to a head one night when Claire let Bob fuck her. I can't remember which one pushed the other into it. We all watched intently but, when it was over everyone realized it had gone too far. Especially Claire and her husband Phil. There was real uncertainty in everyone even though we all kept smiling.
After some discussion, Gina and I decided to back off and began declining the invitations. We blamed it on illness and family issues. Our life went back to more intimate loving sex with just us.
What happened next was a major turning point in our lives.
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One evening I got an Email from my friend Wil telling me to check out a newsgroup. That part of the Internet along with boards or IRC channels never really interested me. In those days newsgroups were like small communities, especially the moderated ones. But Wil said that this group was different and so I had a look.
I was pleasantly surprised. I found people posting all kinds of pictures of themselves, mostly shots of wives or girlfriends. There were some couples and a few guys as well. The models showed varying amounts of skin and most had their faces turned away or were masked by blurring. Only a very few showed their faces. The comments posted were polite, positive and encouraging. They were all well received by the models.
It was obvious that everyone knew each other. After lurking for a few days I finally posted a question, 'where do I go to find out more about this group?'
Almost immediately a moderator called Vince referred me to a web site. After reading the group's charter and rules I learned that a nudist group originally established it. The group's name coincidently matched that of the only legal nudist beach in our area. The objective of the group was to exchange personal photos with other like-minded nudists and exhibitionists. It was like a virtual club where people could meet all year round. Derogatory or flaming remarks were forbidden and trolls were quickly banned.
I liked the idea of the group and I thought it might be fun for Gina and I to get involved. As a trial, I selected a half dozen of her pictures, softly blurred her face and posted them to the group. I tagged the set, 'A few of my lovely wife for you to enjoy.'
Within an hour I got another message from Vince asking if these were in fact my pictures and was she really my wife. I responded yes and I joked that she'd better be because I have thousands more pictures of her.
He wrote back that all postings go through the moderator first and newbies are always questioned to keep out fakers. He mentioned how lucky I was lucky to have such a sexy wife and that he hoped he would see much more of the two of us.
I don't know why it's so exciting showing off your wife this way, but it really is. Maybe it's a simple as 'let me show what I have that you don't', I don't really know. All I can say is the thrill of pressing the key and uploading a series of shots is a real turn on.
I watched as comments immediately came in, that was also pretty exciting. The feedback was great. I got over seventy comments, all of them highly encouraging. At least half were warm welcoming messages while the remainder ranged from complements on each and every part of her anatomy to offers of matrimony. I thought this all might be a fun addition to our life style and decided to show Gina before going any further.
“What the hell?” was her first reaction. She wasn't impressed at all.
“How did we go from sharing pictures with a couple of friends to spreading me all over the Internet? What if someone we know, like my boss, ever saw these pictures?”
It took a few minutes for her to notice that her face was blurred. Even so, she still wasn't happy. Then I showed her the comments. That became a different story as she read through the feedback. She smiled and then blushed—she even giggled a little. She was captivated as she read through all the complements. I think like most women, Gina has never considered herself overly sexy, the kind of woman that men drool over. She really laughed when she noticed some comments came from women.
“All right,” she said, “So I'm not angry any more. Just let me think all this over before we do anything else. This might be fun after all.”
A week passed after my initial posting and we hadn't really talked about it. During that time I was a regular visitor to the group. I enjoyed the many beautiful naked bodies that were regularly on display and I commented often. I even posted a few shots of myself, just for fun. Like Gina, I got some encouraging messages and, yes, some fascinating offers from guys.
I especially enjoyed the shots that Vince would post of his wife, Fiona. Whenever he did I always expressed my deep thanks for their sharing. I was also getting to know Vince a little better with each email discussion. I learned that Fiona's sultry sexy presence was an alter ego. In life she was extremely shy and would never consider public nudity. Vince was the only man she ever posed for and it took a long time before she would post in the newsgroup. He often asked if Gina would post again. I could only reply that she would when she was ready.
Eventually, after more email chats, Vince and I realized that we both lived in the same general area. The name of the nudist group who founded the newsgroup should have given that away. Neither of us was very committal about our exact locations—I guess we still wanted to maintain a level of detachment. We discovered that we both frequented the same areas, well within driving range. It was like traveling half way around the world and bumping into a neighbour in a restaurant line. That actually happened to us once in Hawaii.
One evening I checked the group for any new activity and saw a whole new series of Fiona. Vince had told me that at one time they had experimented with mild bondage and I assumed these pictures were from that period. Vince is an excellent photographer and you could really see the love, caring and experience in his shots. Fiona was simply one of the most exciting delicious women I've ever laid my eyes on. Even with her face blurred you could tell she was real beauty and her voluptuous curvy body just oozed sex.
I love women who have a little extra baby fat. Hips, tummy, ass, it's all good for me. Fiona had it all where it counted most. She wasn't overweight by any stretch, just a gorgeous yummy body that anyone would die to snuggle up with. This series explored different points of view as Fiona sat bound to a chair and blindfolded. She was naked of course and with the blindfold covering most of her face, Vince didn't bother to blur her mouth. Her succulent full red lips added a detail to these shots that I had never seen before. It was interesting how just that one un-blurred element gave so much more feeling and personality to her images.
Shots of her back arching and her head thrown back—her lips curled baring her straight white teeth. My god, they were sensual in the extreme. With a mind of its own, my hand slithered into my robe and wrapped itself around my stiff cock. Gina and I had been shooting for years but I'd never succeeded in showing her sexual energy like this. I envied Vince's talent and his gorgeous model even more. I shared those thoughts and far more in my feedback to Vince that evening.
The next morning there was a message in my inbox from Fiona. It read:
'Dear Rick,
Vince showed me your comments last night and I wanted to respond to you personally.
First of all, thank you, I have never received such deep heart-felt feedback about my photos or me for that matter. Your words made me smile inside and out and you also made my pussy quite moist. You can ask Vince about that part because since he got the full benefit last night.
Thank you again and as a reward I've attached a special picture of me. Besides Vince, only a select few have ever seen it but your words had told me I should share it with you now. I hope you like it, Fiona'
I clicked on the attachment and opened the picture in my viewer. My heart almost stopped—I was having such serious difficulty taking in the image. To begin with Fiona always had straight, black, shoulder length hair in her pictures—it never dawned on me she wore a wig. But there she was with short auburn hair. Her eyes were the next feature that floored me. They were a deep azure blue and they seemed stare right through me. Her delicately sculpted nose, luscious full lips and high cheekbones—they all completed the most moving beautiful face I'd ever seen.
I was in awe. She was so much more beautiful than I ever imagined. She was lying naked on a chaise lounge in what appeared to be a bedroom. Right then, at that very moment, I knew I was in trouble. No woman had ever affected me so deeply with her beauty, not even my beautiful Gina.
Vince had outdone himself with this picture. Every luscious detail of her creamy skin and anatomy was clear and crisp. He had captured that look that every man hopes to see in a woman. The look that says I love you and this is all yours. I must have looked at that shot for half an hour until Gina came in.
“Whoa,” she said. “Who the hell is that? She's gorgeous! You'd better not tell me you know this woman because I'll be jealous.”
“Not to worry,” I said, “this is Fiona, Vince's wife. She was just rewarding me for a nice comment I sent them about her pictures.”
“Would you have a problem with me sending pictures like that to my admirers?” she asked. “I mean that picture is obviously personal—it wasn't taken to be shared.”
“Maybe she was just moved by my comments,” I said. “Secondly, your pictures are your pictures. I can't and won't dictate what you do with them. My trust in you and your intentions is absolute and I have confidence in our love and our relationship. I'd feel secure with anything you would do. I mean, you've been naked in front of other men, even during sex. Hell, you've even given blowjobs to some of them. That's a little stronger than pictures, don't you think.”
“Yeah, you're right, what was I thinking? By the way, I've been thinking about the newsgroup and yes, let's get involved. I think it might be fun to have a new exhibitionist hobby. One that's not so up close and personal like before.”
I was very pleased and I gave her a warm kiss.
“I have to admit it,” she said. “It was the feedback that won me over. I loved all the positive comments. They're not only exciting but pretty good for my ego too.”
That night I uploaded a great series we'd done in a cornfield a while back. We were driving in the country when we saw this field with its tall corn ready for harvest. We parked along side and walked in following a narrow path. As Gina walked she began to strip, first her top, then her bra. She stopped and made a half turn to provide a peek. Then she continued and as she did, she slowly inched down her jeans until half her ass was exposed. She stopped and dropped her jeans down to the ground exposing all of her tight rear end.
Her long silky legs and her thong-covered pussy filled the lens. She stepped out her jeans and after straightening back up she stretched like a sexy cat for the camera. She continued on and repeated the process with her thong. Finally, she stopped and gave me some quarter, half and three-quarter profiles before her grand finale, full frontal.
It was a good series and it met with a few more comments than the first one. This time, all eighty comments pledged undying love for her great body. Gina read each and every one and responded with her thanks. She was thrilled and like Vince with Fiona, I became that lucky person she thanked, in the flesh.
Within the next day or so, I got an email from Vince that was a little different. He told me how pleased he was that Gina had agreed to keep posting. He continued on to say how he felt I should know about the potential pitfalls with posting. He said that posting and generally putting oneself out there could possibly test a relationship. He'd seen marriages and relationships suffer because people didn't learn to distance themselves from their admirers.
Maybe he read between the lines when I spoke of Fiona or maybe a problem he had dealt with first hand. The fact was that his warning was clear—there were lots of guys out there who would fall in love with my Gina. Many would stop at nothing in their need to be with her. I needed to talk this out with her before we continued.
Later that night in bed I brought it up with her and she laughed it off at first. She was a little hurt at my lack of trust. I told her again that she had my complete and absolute trust—it was the stability of her fans that now had me concerned. In the end she promised she would be mindful of all the whack-jobs out there. She swore to me that she would keep her distance from guys who wanted more than just pictures. Then she screwed my brains out just to soothe my troubled mind.
I was now communicating with Vince almost daily. We had cultivated an interesting friendship and few personal topics were off the table. The small amount of detachment that email afforded us seemed to help us be more open and unguarded about what we wrote. We still didn't know each other's location but we were getting to know a great deal about each other and our wives.
I occasionally chatted with directly Fiona as well, mainly about her posts. I always wanted to go farther when we talked but my deepening relationship with Vince now got in the way. Just the same, our conversations could get pretty steamy. After all, we were usually talking about naked pictures of each other. I was still posting pictures of myself and she rarely missed a chance to comment on them. I loved what she said about me and early on, I sent her some private unmasked photos. She was far more than just polite in her complements and they made me feel a little too good inside.
She asked me for Gina's address and I told her she would contact her directly. Gina did make contact and they too sparked up a bit of a friendship as well. Nothing like Vince and I, they mainly talked about posting and dealing with their online wannabe lovers. I was pleased that they were talking. I hoped that they would become friends like Vince and I.
After a while I sent up another post. This time it was a series featuring nudity in very public places. At a local Wal-Mart we took shots of Gina walking naked across the almost vacant parking lot. She only wore her six-inch spike heels and I kept the store in the background. We took the shots at 5:30 AM on a warm Sunday morning. She was feeling very daring and she marched up to the store entrance. She held the door handles, as though she were about to walk in.
Next she sat on a large concrete planter in front of the store. She spread her legs and fingered herself for the camera. I backed off to re-frame the shot and I included a giant sign in the background. It said 'Satisfaction Guaranteed'. I sent up six shots in all from that series.
During the same shoot we took other pictures of her standing naked beside a parked truck from a bakery. As she posed we were startled by shouts and loud wolf whistles nearby. Being caught off guard Gina, lamely tried to cover up with her arms and hands. As she crouched down, she scouted around for the origin of the noises. There was a crew of men on the roof of the nearby bakery—they were probably taking a morning break. Realizing where they were, she moved so I could get them in the background for a couple of shots. Then she turned and faced them grabbing her breasts and jiggling them. Four shots from that group were uploaded as well.
On our way home I noticed another photo op too good to pass up. Pulling over to a new on-ramp, still under construction, I had her stand under a road sign. With her coat open to expose her shoulders and tits, I took a few more shots. Above her the sign read 'Soft Shoulders'. That picture completed my uploads for that night.
