The comments back were not subtle.
Nice tits. Great panties. I bet they’d look good on the floor. They were getting crude. Bob loved them. He suggested we take more pics. I wasn’t sure and just said no. Bob tried a bit to convince me.
The truth is I wanted to, but I knew I shouldn’t. I didn’t.
Bob and I had sex. While having sex he kept telling me what a hot wife I’d be and talking about how hot sending the pictures was. After about 3 minutes he came and he fell asleep.
As I lay there I thought of how hot I thought sending the pictures was. How sexy it made me feel. When I thought hot, I then thought, hot wife.
I picked up my iPad and again googled the term. I started reading some “hot wife” stories. As I did I slipped my hand between my legs and started playing with myself. The stories were full of wives having sex with other men and their husband’s waiting to hear the details. The words were not hard on, sex, or vagina. They were cock, fucking, pussy, cunt.
The stories told of women sucking cocks for other men but not for their husbands. I had never given a blow job. These stories were full of them. The feeling of my hand on my vagina, I mean, pussy, was was exciting me. As I read I stroked myself harder and harder. All of a sudden I felt a wash of pleasure.
I lay there sweating. I knew what happened. I had just masturbared myself to my first orgasm. I put down my iPad and went to sleep.
Over the next week Don and James kept asking for more pics. I would text Bob at night and tell him what they were asking for. He kept telling me to take some and send them. I kept saying no, but he kept saying it would be fun. He was right. It would be fun, but i wasn’t sure. When I went to bed I would go online and read more hot wife stories. I would masturbate and go to sleep. I think I had an orgasm every day that week.
Finally he wore me down. He suggested I take a selfie in just my bra and panties. I did. I sent it to Bob. He said perfect and I sent it to James and Don. Again I got an immediate response. How sexy I was. What a great body. How hot I was. There were requests for more, and more revealing pictures. I knew I was not going to send them, but, the idea excited me. For some reason, while in the shower, thinking about pics, and the stories I read, I shaved my pussy.
I sent the responses Bob. He encouraged me to send more. I refused.
That weekend we stayed at home. I was in jeans and a top. I was sitting with Bob and texting with Don and James. They started asking for more pics. I said no but Bob was telling me I should. I know I wanted to, but I told Bob I’d do it for him. He got all excited and took my phone.
I stood up and Bob took a picture. Then he told me to slowly take my top off. As I did he took pics. Then he did the same as I slowly peeled my jeans off. As I did he’d walk around me and take pics from behind as well as the front.
I was wearing a matching bra and thong. He asked me to take off the bra. I again protested, but he kept encouraging me. I thought, what the hell, I can delete them later. I slowly removed the bra. My nipples were hard as rock. I could feel my pussy getting wet. Yes, because of the stories I had started thinking in terms of pussies and cocks.
Bob kept taking pics. Last I slowly slipped my panties off. Bob was delighted I’d shaved my pussy. He started snapping a few more. Finally I stopped and told him I wanted to see what we were going to send them.
Bob said, “I sent them all.”
I
“All?” I asked.
He nodded.
Don and James had seen me naked. The idea both excited and horrified me. I was afraid to read the responses. Bob was excited. We had sex right on the couch. I think it lasted a minute. Bob and I climbed into bed and he fell asleep. I thought about what had happened. I pictured them seeing my pics. While picturing their response I made myself cum and fell asleep.
The next day I got up before Bob. I went to get my phone. I wanted to see the pictures and read the responses. After each sent picture there were responses. The responses were what I expected, but I was loving them anyways. Each response told me how hot I was and asked for more. When I finally took my bra off they got more crude.
“Nice tits.”
“I want to suck on those.”
As I removed my panties. I got even more. As I read them I started playing with my pussy.
When I got to the one that said, “You look so fuckable.” I came.
As I opened my eyes I saw Bob watching me. He had his cock in his hand and was masturbating watching me. As soon as I saw him he came. It squirted all over his hand and the floor. I went and got something to clean up with. We didn’t talk about it. We just got dressed and went on with our days.
When we weren’t together, I would flirt with guys on campus and at night I would read hot wife stories and masturbate. On weekends we would stay in or go out, On a few he’d convince me to take more pictures and send them to Don and James. Don and James loved the pictures. They kept saying they couldn’t wait till my wedding so they could see me. They kept suggesting they could help me get dressed for the wedding.
Finally graduation and I headed home. It would be 2 weeks till the wedding. I had a lot to do. Every night I would text Bob. He was coming down the next week to help.
I had a little time and one night I went out with Don and James and the group. Don and Janes were sharing a place and we all went over to hang out. I texted Bob I was going. He told me that was great and teased me about giving them a show. I told him to cut it out., but he had planted a thought and it stayed on my mind.
Eventually everyone left and it was just James, Don, and I. I texted Bob and he asked me if I was going to give them a show. I replied of course not. I got up to leave and they both got up to say good bye. This time no one was around.
Don put his arms around me and said it was great to see me. Even with my clothes on. We laughed and then he kissed me. At first it was a short kiss. Then a longer kiss. Don and I were making out.
Then James said, “Hey, it’s my turn.”
Don turned me to face James. James started kissing me. I was sandwiched between the 2 of them. I could feel James’ hands on my ass as I kissed him. I could feel them both get hard and push their hard cocks against me.
Don turned me back to him and started kissing me again. This time his hands slid down the waistband of my jeans and he cupped my ass. From behind James ran his hands up my shirt and started playing with my tits. I let this go on for a minute and then remembered Bob.
I stopped them and running out of their apartment hurried home.
I was feeling very guilty. I texted Bob and after chatting started telling him what happened. He immediately called me and had me start again. As I told him he’d ask questions. He assured me it was alright and that he couldn’t blame James and Don.
I told him the whole story. He asked questions. As I started repeating myself the images popped into my head. I could feel the kisses, feel their hands, feel their cocks. My hand slipped between my legs and I started playing with my pussy. I was very wet. I continued telling Bob the story. Then, right there, on the phone, I came.
I think I stopped talking for a minute. Bob kept asking if I was OK. I assured him I was and told him I needed some sleep. He kept asking me questions. I finally had to tell him I needed sleep and hung up.