The man that supplied all my photographic stuff was about the same age as my father and was known to the family so I quickly warmed to him as he helped me advance my hobby, innocently letting him have some of the nude photos of my wife. He always politely commented on her figure while adding that it was obvious that she loved posing and showing her body off thus persuading me all the time to add to his collection as we got more daring and her poses became very sexual. These soon became the ones he wanted most and he was now asking more personal questions about us and what we got up to in our sex life and without realising it and because I was perhaps flattered by his interest I eventually told him all the things that had happened with our naturist friends. He had listened intently, a knowing smile gradually spreading over his face, nodding in complete agreement when I finished by admitting that my wife’s sexual awareness and apatite had increased enormously over the past couple of years, frightening me at first but now it excited me to the point where I was very proud of her.

He was looking very serious and instinctively lowering his voice even though we were on our own confided in me that I was a very lucky man to have such a wife and I should not be upset or worried by her new behaviour but should nurture it instead so that I would reap the benefits of it, smiling once more as I looked perplexed and lightened the mood by kidding me on saying that he had a few close friends that would love to watch her and perhaps in time she would invite them all round to watch a photo session one night so that they could give me some pointers. I only told Ann that part and we had a laugh about it but she blushed crimson, saying it would never happen as she would never feel comfortable with other men being there in our home while she posed naked, not minding though that photo-man was seeing her pictures as she knew he was giving me a lot of advice about photography although I was careful not to reveal that he now had dozens of her pictures for himself. It did not take long after all for him to meet her as he sent her a bottle of wine as a thank you for not banning him from looking at her pictures and followed it up with an invitation to a wine tasting at a merchant friend of his.

We had a great time and sampled a few different wines, buying a couple of bottles of Ann’s favourites, spoke to quite a few people that were there and were both merry and were very glad that photo-man had given us a lift and was taking us back home afterwards as we did drink freely. At the end we were among the small group being the last there and it was obvious that the other men were all friends of the two men and a cheer went up as a camera was produced and Ann was besieged with requests to pose as a salesgirl offering all of them bottles and cases of the products, which she laughingly did for a quarter of an hour or so. I was more than a little put out though when photo-man whispered to me that all of these men had seen his pictures of Ann and he had told them what we had got up to so they were probably using their imaginations as she posed with them but calmed down when he agreed to make sure that she never found out, smiling when I told him if she did get to know she would probably never pose for me again. It was fairly early when he dropped us off and Ann politely asked him in for a cup of tea, but as he had bought a case of his favourite wine he suggested that we try that instead.

We sat chatting and enjoying wine and I risked showing him our latest photos, making my wife blush as we pointed out her best features to each other although she laughed with us in the end. The bottle was empty and he insisted that he opened another and after drinking more I knew I had made a bit of a pig of myself and was a little the worst for it so I slowed down. Ann was very buoyant by then and she too said she was feeling more than just tipsy but our guest smiled and said it would do us good to let our hair down for a change. We were well down the second bottle when he suggested it would round the evening off if she would do some more posing for us, letting me take a couple of shots of her sitting naked on his knee and that would make an old man very happy. She surprised me by not blowing up and bringing the visit to an end, blushing though and telling him said she had never done anything like that and she would be too embarrassed to do it. He poured her another glass and while she was drinking he asked me if I thought it was a good idea and all I could say was I was all for it but it was up to her to do it or not, she giggled and said she would do it with her undies on for a laugh but that was as far as it would go.






We two men settled for that and I set the camera up while she undressed, noting that as usual her undies did not leave much to the imagination. I took a few poses as she pranced about and then the man sat on a chair and she sat on his knee giggling so much after a couple of shots he had to put an arm round her to stop her from slipping off, then he cupped a breast as if by accident, hooking his fingers in the bra and when she wriggled again he pulled it up off her flesh. She reddened but did not move as she was so taken by surprise, he undid the clasp and it was discarded so I took another couple of shots as he half turned her and sucked on the hardening nipples. She squealed a weak protest, telling him not to be so naughty, but it was obvious she was excited by what was happening as she arched her back so that they presented an easy target for his hands and mouth as he continued to caress and suck on them and when he firmly bit on each nipple in turn she writhed and moaned and I knew he was quickly and easily bringing her to arousal.

I did not quite know what to do so I put the camera down and just watched as another man sexually handled my wife’s body for the first time in her life. She gave me a somewhat guilty look as she did nothing as he removed her panties so that at last she was sitting naked on his lap and she involuntarily lent back on him and slightly parted her legs as his fingers went to her vulva and sought her now swollen clitoris exciting it and making her moan and pant with continuing pleasure. He pushed a finger inside her vagina and as she squirmed against him made it two, I should have been rampant by now but the amount of wine I had consumed and the guilt I felt for being a party to all this happening to my young wife kept my penis flaccid, he on the other hand was rubbing himself against her and must have been reaching a peak of excitement at his luck. Three of his fingers were inside her tunnel by now and she was writhing and squealing with the treatment she was receiving and as he fully stretched her vagina and pushed them in and out she had her first orgasm for him.

She slipped off his knee and onto the floor with the excitement of it all and before he knelt by her side he dropped his trousers showing her that he was now rampant, she gasped, realising that he was circumcised as she tried to masturbate him, not quite knowing how to handle it but soon mastering a way of sliding her fingers over the full length of the stiff shaft and it was his turn to pant and moan with pleasure as within a couple of minutes he groaned and pulsed ejaculating thick white sticky semen all over her body. Long spears covered her tits, belly and pouting vulva and it took an age before he had emptied himself and as soon as he had finished Ann squealed and rushed out of the room and ran up stairs. It was a beaming old man that left and told me it had been a terrific evening and he hoped he would be invited back soon, volunteering to bring a porn movie to show us next time. I went upstairs and found a sobbing Ann in bed, asking me not to be angry with her for what had happened. She blamed the wine for her part in it all, saying that as soon as the man had aroused her she could not help herself and in the end and enjoyed all that he did to her and she had done to him. I told her it was ok and I had enjoyed watching them have fun and there was no real harm done as she had been willing, her orgasm had made me realise that she wanted him to do it and she could always think of it as another new experience with a man. She blushed slightly at my reaction, realising that I had approved from the start and so she confidently asked me if I had realised how much semen he had splashed over her body before he had finished and we both ended up laughing when she admitted she would never have believed a man could make that much if she had not seen it for herself.

I gave her a couple of days to reflect on what had happened before tentatively telling her of his offer to bring a naughty film if we invited him to visit again, she knew what one was but still a little confused, blushed as I graphically described what a porn film was all about and said although she was curious and would like to watch one she did not she should start to do those things with another man again. I kept mentioning it over the next couple of months and in the end her curiosity got the better of her and she agreed to let me arrange it but asked me to give her a couple more weeks to get used to the idea. The man was eager and it was soon set up and I even surprised myself with the thought of how much I wanted to see if my wife could be cajoled and manipulated into having fun with photo-man a second time.

The anticipation of the visit was added to when at Ann’s suggestion a close friend of hers from work, who knew about our hobby, asked her if she would arrange for her to have some discreet photos of herself done so that she could give them to her boyfriend as a surprise. I jumped at the chance and we visited one evening and I had an exciting hour with the camera as well as a couple or more in the darkroom at home, Ann reminding me that it was a treat from her to make up for her last encounter. Another welcome interlude came when a couple that we had met at the wine tasting asked us to visit them. We had talked with them on the phone a couple of times and they also knew of our hobby, the wife fancied doing some naughty outdoor posing and we visited them, using their camera with colour film in and letting them have it developed by a friend of theirs. It was a fantastic visit and we became good friends and had photo fun with them on numerous occasions over the next couple of years, eventually persuading them to do some indoor stuff as well.

A quick note from me at the end of this third offering reminding all that the photo album is being kept up to date on my website. It is totally free to view for all logged in members of Heathers Secret Place, password protected though because of it’s content, so if you would like to have more thrills as you read my journal just contact me via the private message box at the bottom of my profile page and I will send you the passwords, then just click the link and you will be there.