Jamal was a black guy. I asked, “Would that turn you on to have a black man looking at photos of your wife’s white cunt?”
“It would.”
“Would you let them have copies?”
“Maybe.”
“You could trade them for some of Brenda, Reese and Kayla.”
“Would you want to see those?”
“Maybe. I wonder what they look like naked.”
He said, “So I’ll do it. Do you want to pick the photos?”
“Nope. I trust you.” I didn’t want to have an active part in sharing nude photos of me. The whole conversation was exciting.
When we got home, we had a wonderful session in bed. Talking about nasty things was adding to our passion. Thinking about my husband showing nude photos of his wife was quite arousing.
It was Sunday afternoon when Mark said, “I did it. I shared your photos, last night.”
I cautiously asked, “With who?”
“Shane, Jamal and Baxter.”
I was curious. “Did they like them?”
“They sure did. You should’ve heard their comments.”
“What did they say?”
“I can’t repeat some of it.”
I was imagining my husband’s friends ogling the photos showing the secret parts of my body, saying nasty things about what they like to do to me. “Did they talk about doing things with me?”
“Yes, that was a primary focus of their conversations. The were talking about how they would like to suck your pussy. They liked hearing about how you like to suck cock and how you go wild when I eat you. They really liked those photos.”
Whoa! “What photos?” It sounded like he had shown some that were more explicit than I’d expected. “Show me.”
He fiddled with his phone and showed me the photos of me that had been shared with his friends. There were about ten pics, showing my tits, my golden-brown bush and then there was one of me on the bed with my legs spread, showing my slit with my labia slightly apart.
He said, “They showed me some like that, so I thought it would be okay to show them one of your snatch.”
This was the worst photo. I was coming to terms with his friends knowing what my cunt looks like. Rather than being angry, I was aroused.
Mark began to show me the photos he had gotten. He had some of the three wives. Reese is a foxy young thing. He tits aren’t that big and she shaves her pubes. There were a few that were more explicit than the one of me. Her female anatomy was quite visible, her swollen pussy lips and the dark pink flesh around her hole were very well focused. She was my friend and seeing her nude seemed to be decadent, but I was curious and looked at her naked cunt.
Kayla, our black friend, has a big butt. Her pussy was completely wild, with hair spreading over her crotch. She has big boobs. The most explicit photo her was from behind, with her bending forward. Her pussy was visible between her butt cheeks. Her puffy labia and a lot of black hair filled the lens.
Brenda was my closest friend. I knew the other two, but not as well. Brenda’s photos were not as revealing as mine. There was one of her on a nude beach with other people in the background. She was lying on her back in the sun with her legs apart, showing her pussy lips and her sculpted pussy hair.
I was turned-on seeing nude photos of my friends. I wanted to go somewhere and touch myself, but had to wait.
That night, Mark and I went at it again. I was still hot from hearing about him sharing the photos of me. I jumped him and he was ready. He was nice and hard when I surprised him by taking a photo of his hard-on with my phone.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“I want some photos of you too. maybe I can show them to my friends. I’d like them to see what a nice dick I have waiting for me every night.”
Then I took a selfie of me sucking his cock. It aroused me even more to have intimate photos of him on my phone. I also had access to his photos file and transferred the photos of the other wives to a hidden album.
He put that wonderful dick inside me and we had a long, passionate love-making session.
I had lunch with Brenda the next Saturday. I brought up the topic of the men sharing photos. She knew about it and was embarrassed. She asked, “Did you see the ones of me?”
“You looked hot at the nude beach.”
“That was in Aruba. He insisted that I strip and walk around with all those people looking at me.”
“That must’ve been something.”
“Well, it really turned him on and I had some of the best sex in my life that night.”
I said, “I get hot when others see me naked. I should be pissed at him for showing my photos, but it turned me on.”
“I know what you mean.”
I asked, “Did it turn you on too.”
“Damned right it did. Having Shane show his friends my photos was scary, but erotic.”
I said, “I feel the same way. Reacting to men looking at us must be an instinctive female thing.”
“It seems like it, based on the way my body reacts.”
I asked about our other friends, “What about Reese and Kayla?”
“I don’t think Kayla knows, but Reese was pissed.”
“I’ll bet she was just acting that way. Baxter wouldn’t have shown photos without her okay.”
Then I said, “Want to see another pic?”
She nodded and I showed her the one of Mark’s prick.
She laughed and said, “I’ll have to get one of Shane.”
“Here’s another one.” I showed her the selfie of me sucking my husband’s dick.
She laughed. “You slut. I didn’t know you did things like that.”
I laughed too, knowing that she did the same things.
After a pause, she said, “Shane has the hots for you. He really likes the nude photos of you.” she laughed, “It kind of pisses me off to have him ogling pics of another woman.”
“It’s weird knowing that Shane seen those photos of me. I don’t know how I can face him, knowing that.”
She said, “He probably will want to see you naked in person.”
I laughed, “Men are suckers for strange pussy.”
“It’s how we rule the world.”
I was surprised and aroused by her indication of Shane’s interest in me.
I said, “Well, Mark imagines it is you instead of me in bed sometimes.” As soon as I said, I regretted it. It was an intimate factoid between Mark and me.
She said, “Oh yeah. We do that too. We’ve acted out things like me being fucked by someone. Mark and you are our favorites.”
I giggled, “Really?”
“Yeah.” Then she asked, “Have you imagined that it was Shane fucking you?”
I meekly nodded. “A few times. It’s something I’d never do, but it’s fun to use my imagination.”
It was surreal, talking with my friend about fucking each other’s husbands.
She laughed and said, “Maybe we ought to quit talking about it and try it.”
I smiled at her and didn’t answer. I thought about it, though. It was on my mind for the rest of the day.
The next day, Brenda sent me and email with an attachment. It was a photo of Shane’s cock. It was a nice, smooth, white cock with a perfect mushroom helmet. He had a nest of pubic hair surrounding his balls. I could see the little hole at the tip.
I mailed back, “Yummy.”
She sent me another photo. She was sucking his cock. It was a nasty picture. Her text said, “Yummy indeed.”
I told Mark about my conversations with Brenda, including her imagining that it was him fucking her when she was doing it with her husband and that Shane imagined he was fucking me. It really turned us both on and we had another passionate session.
As we were recovering, Mark asked, “Are we going to do it, or are we going to just keep talking about it?”
“I don’t know. It really turns us on. Have you been imagining me with Shane?”
“Yes. I find my mind wandering sometimes and I think of what it would be like to see him fucking you?”
“Would I be naked?”
“You wouldn’t have a stitch on.”
“Would his cock be inside me?”
“Yeah. He’d be pumping his ass up and down, fucking you with his cock.”
“Bareback?”
“Oh yes. He come inside you and I see some of his stuff dripping out of your cunt.”
I was rubbing my clit while we talked. I was rubbing faster as I said, ‘His cum would be deep inside me. His come would want to make a baby inside me.”
I came as my thoughts devolved into slutily fucking another man while my dear husband watched. I never would’ve imagined such things when we were first married.
We were out to dinner with Brenda and Shane a few weeks later. It was the first time I had seen Shane since he’d been given nude photos of me. I noticed how he looked at me differently.
When we were away from the other two for a moment, I whispered, “Are you having trouble getting used to seeing me with clothes on?”
He said, “I can’t get what you look like without clothes out of my mind.”
“Dream on.”
“Those photos were amazing.”
“Which ones did you like?”
“All of them.”
I teased him, “Would you like to play with my tits?”
“Absolutely.”
I grabbed his dick through his pants. It was hard.
I said, “Maybe you’d like to suck my pussy some day.”
“I sure would.”
I laughed, “Well, dream about me.”
He asked, “Are we just going to talk about it?”
I just laughed.