Completing the Erotic Circle

It is well over a quarter of a century now since first got to know Frank. He and his wife Jenny were very kind to us when we moved in next door with a young family, and Jenny would often babysit for us if we wanted to go out for the evening. Sadly, Jenny died five years ago after a long illness just ten months before Frank's seventy fifth birthday; however, Frank felt that she would still want him to continue with the planned celebration, although it became more a memorial of their fifty years of happy marriage, and he spent much of the evening reminiscing about their life together.

As the night drew on and after all the other guests had left, his inhibitions perhaps relaxed by the wine, Frank began to talk candidly about their sex life, and it became clear that they had enjoyed an active and adventurous relationship right up to the last few months of Jenny's life when she became too ill to make love. He admitted that he missed the physical presence of her warm soft body in his bed, and that the strength of his sexual desires had not waned with her death. He needed, he said, to relieve himself regularly by masturbating, although it was rather unsatisfying, and definitely not the same as making love to a real woman. He also grew rather flirtatious and made no pretence to hide his admiration for my wife Eleanor's voluptuous charms, and when we left to return home his goodnight kiss was rather more passionate than the usual quick peck on the line between close friends.

When we were lying in bed relaxing after enjoying gentle and sweet lovemaking, Ellie and I discussed Frank's situation, and wondered what we could do to help him. Frank was not really computer literate, otherwise I would have suggested some tasteful voyeur web sites for him to enhance his masturbation sessions, with arousing pictures of naked women posted by themselves or their partner — including one site where Ellie and I had posted many explicit pictures of her over a number of years.

"My darling," I said, "Frank obviously finds you attractive, and I wondered if you would mind if I put together a small portfolio for him of photographs I have taken of you. I'm sure that if I were in the same position I would be delighted if someone would do the same for me."

"Oh Ken," she replied, "you are so thoughtful. I have no objections at all. It is rather flattering to think that men still find my body desirable and arousing. It is no different really from posting pictures on Voyeur Heaven, and it will make me happy to know that Frank is getting sexual pleasure from photos of my naked body."

Even though Ellie was approaching fifty, she was still very beautiful, and although he figure was a little fuller than when we had met, she was very desirable and many men — and some women — had posted comments on her pictures about how they would like to make love to her. Her breasts were a delicious handful with dark areolae and prominent nipples, and she had a large clitoris and full vaginal lips that spread like a butterfly wings when she was aroused. I was certain that Frank would enjoy masturbating while looking at her photos much more than lying in his bed in the dark desperately stroking his cock.

As it was the weekend, I was able to spend the next morning going through the files on my hard drive, and I selected about 100 photos and copied them to a separate folder for printing. I was rather proud of my photographic skills, and had spent a lot of effort in trying to eliminate distracting backgrounds and in getting the lighting right to enhance the sensuality of the subject as well as the raw sexuality of the content. I had worked in both black and white and colour, but I found that the most dramatic and erotic pictures were either monochrome or with a very reduced tonal range which emphasised the tactile qualities of naked flesh. I chose a wide range of shots of Ellie, from pictures of her in various stages of deshabille to ones showing her aroused pussy or masturbating with her fingers or a dildo, and in many of these shots I had managed rather well to capture the ecstasy on her face as she climaxed. I also selected a few shots taken after I had fucked her, lying in post orgasmic bliss with my cum seeping from her pussy.

It took about a week to print all the photos in large 11" x 14" format, and when I had finished I mounted them in an album with a dedication on the inside front page "To our dear friend Frank, may these pictures give you many hours of pleasure. With love from Ken and Ellie." I then wrapped the album in decorative paper secured with a large red bow.

Ellie and I debated the best way to give Frank his present. After considering a number of possibilities, we eventually came to the simple conclusion that it would be neighbourly to invite him to join us regularly for a meal on a Friday evening, and that the second or third time would be an appropriate occasion. It was during the course of our discussions that we also started to wonder about the consequences of our actions, and in particular, whether we would be prepared to let things go further.

In all of our nearly thirty years of marriage, we had neither of us been tempted to stray, and although we found our exhibitionism exciting, it merely served as a stimulus to our private sex life. We were not interested in swinging, unlike some of our friends, but we realised that there was a strong possibility that Ellie might become sexually involved with Frank, and it was necessary to examine our feelings about this.

It was Ellie who voiced these feelings first, "My darling Ken, I love you dearly, and I don't want to do anything to hurt you or damage our marriage. By giving Frank these very erotic and revealing pictures we may have started a chain of events that will end up with me becoming intimate with Frank, a possibility that I must admit I find rather stimulating. He is still an attractive man and he and Jenny obviously had a very active and mutually fulfilling sex life, which he clearly misses."

"Dearest Ellie," I replied, "I have also thought a lot about this, and to be perfectly honest I don't think I will be jealous at all, even if you end up fucking Frank, and it will not lessen my love for you one iota. I know that technically you will be cheating on me, and that I will be a cuckold, but I don't believe I will feel humiliated or demeaned in any way, and it's not as if you will be going behind my back. In fact, I would rather enjoy taking photographs of the two of you, though only for our personal use and enjoyment — and Frank's of course."

Nothing else was spoken that evening about the possibility — really the probability — that Ellie would give herself to Frank sexually sometime in the next few weeks; in fact nothing much else was said at all as we were fully occupied making love, each of us aroused in our different ways by our conversation. We had sex in our favourite position lying on our sides with me behind Ellie so that I could caress her breasts and clitoris while I was fucking her, which was guaranteed to give her several orgasms before I emptied my balls deep into her vagina. I started as I often did by stroking the head of my cock along her slit before sliding my whole seven inches into her silky tunnel. The tempo of our fucking was slow at first, and I revelled in the delicious feeling of her engorged labia gripping my shaft as I withdrew almost fully before thrusting deep into her hot wetness until my balls were slapping against the cheeks of her arse, more aroused than normal by the thought of watching Frank sliding his hard cock into Ellie's hot pussy.

Ellie turned her head to kiss me, our tongues teasing and probing in their own special dance as we mounted to the summit of carnal delight. Soon we felt our bodies overcome with rising passion and the tempo of our thrusting increased in pace. It did not take long before I could feel the waves of pleasure radiating through Ellie's body as I drove hard into her pulsing vagina. A long moan told me when she was having the first of several orgasms, each more intense than the last, but finally the pressure in my balls became irresistible and with a cry, I ejaculated streams of cum into her womb, the muscles of my thighs taut with exquisite tension, and my mind overcome by ecstasy.

We fell asleep with my cock still enfolded by Ellie's velvet softness, but my dreams were filled with erotic visions of Frank and Ellie enjoying each other's bodies, and as the first rays of daylight spread across the pillow I grew hard again and we fucked again, frenziedly driving each other to another peak of sensual delight.

ooOoo

Just over three weeks later as I was getting out of my car after the drive home from work, Frank came out of his front door and called across to me.

"Good afternoon Ken, good day at the office?," he said, "have you got time for a drink down the pub later on?"

"I'll have to check with Ellie, Frank," I replied, "but I think that should be okay; I've nothing planned myself, so I'll give you a ring in a couple of minutes."

Two hours later we were sitting in a corner down at our local, each with a pint of an excellent guest beer from a small local brewery. At first our conversation was about my work, and how our respective families were getting on. Frank was clearly finding it difficult to get to the matter that was obviously on his mind, but I didn't press the point, knowing that he would get round to it in his own good time. It was only when we were on our third pint that Frank was relaxed enough to say what he had to say, although I wasn't surprised at the subject.

"Ken," he said, "first of all can I say thank you for the wonderful present you gave me on Friday. I don't really know how to say this, but I found it very arousing and I have masturbated twice every day since looking at the very erotic pictures of Ellie. You are a very lucky man, and she is even more beautiful in the nude than she is dressed, and the way you captured her pleasure was outstanding — it reminded me of the way Jenny looked when we made love."

"I am so pleased that you enjoyed the photos Frank," I replied, "and I am sure that I speak for Ellie as well. I only hope that someone might do the same for me if I am ever in the same situation as you. However, you might find what I am about to say rather shocking, but I can assure you that Ellie and I have talked about it, and we are in complete agreement. Neither of us has had a sexual relationship with anyone else since we were married nearly thirty years ago, although we have posted pictures like the ones we have given you on an online voyeur website, and many men have commented on her beauty and how they would like to fuck her, which we have both found stimulating. After serious consideration we would both be comfortable if your relationship with Ellie became, shall we say, something rather more intimate, and I have no objections if you wanted to fuck her. In fact I would find it very arousing, and I know that it won't affect our love for each other in any way."

Frank looked rather stunned for a minute, and then managed to stutter, "My god, Ken, that is some offer. I know that I would like it very much, but are you absolutely sure. I mean — I wouldn't want you to do something you might regret. Ellie does have the most delicious pussy though, and I would really like to kiss it and make her come. And looking at her photos made me really hard for the first time since Jenny became ill, and it would be so nice to feel a soft feminine hand wrapped around my shaft and caressing my balls. But I must know that you are absolutely certain about this."

"Frank," I said, "don't worry on that score, we are both quite happy about this, and my only condition is that you let me photograph you with Ellie. To be truthful I have been wondering for some time how I could put together a series of photographs of two people uninhibitedly making love — it is very difficult to do satisfactorily when it is just Ellie and me using the timer option on the camera as I really need to be behind the camera. What I have in mind is a series of long shots of the couple interspersed by close ups of their genital area and of Ellie's face in her ecstasy. I will of course make sure that I don't show your face.

He grinned, "I have never thought I would be a model for erotic pictures, and at my time of life too. Yes, you may take your pictures, which I'm sure will be very tasteful as well as arousing, and I would have no objection to you posting what you describe on the voyeur site you subscribe to.

ooOoo

Friday morning arrived and Ellie was very quiet and thoughtful over breakfast.

"A penny for your thoughts my dear," I said.

"I was thinking about this evening," she replied. "If we go through with what we are planning there will be no turning back, and I am still worried that we will have started on a course of action that will eventually destroy our love for each other. I have never seriously been tempted to have sex with another man in all our thirty years of marriage, although I have enjoyed sharing explicit photos of us with other people on Voyeur Heaven as well as looking at pictures of other couples making love. Your lovely penis has been quite enough for me even though I enjoy pictures of erect cocks and watching videos of men ejaculating, both with a lover and by masturbation. But I have to admit that I am very excited and aroused at the thought of playing with another man's cock and feeling him come inside me, and when I have been playing with my dildo over the last few days I have imagined it was Frank fucking me. I do hope that you are not too shocked, but I can't pretend I am not looking forward to tonight, and I really want this."

"My darling," I said, "I am as excited as you, but I don't believe that this will make any difference to our marriage. I think of this as something special for a dear friend, and nothing more, and I don't seriously see us wishing to become swingers as a result. If you and Frank do become lovers on a regular basis, I do not wish to take part, and I certainly have no desire for a threesome. I may want to watch occasionally, and I have a little project in mind, but most of the time I will let you make love in the privacy of our bedroom or round at his house while I get on with something else."

Ellie interrupted before I could explain more fully, "I'm still worried that you will feel cheated and left out."

"My love," I said, laughing, "it is not as if you are going to refuse to make love to me, and it will do me good to give my cock a rest for one night in the week. And if you think it is a matter of counting orgasms, well that is just silly. The best I can manage these days is two climaxes in a night, whereas you are able to come time and again for hours on end. Now let me explain my project to you, and then perhaps we can think about what you are going to wear this evening."

When Ellie finally came downstairs that evening just before Frank was due to arrive, she looked delectable in a white semi transparent blouse which showed off her breasts to perfection, barely covered as they were in a nipple revealing black half-cup bra. Her full skirt was also black and ended about three inches above her knees, and when she gave me a twirl I could see that she was wearing a black suspender belt and stockings but no panties, so that when she bent down she would give Frank a delicious view of her shapely bottom and pussy lips peeking out between her cheeks, this seductive costume completed by a pair of red fuck me shoes.

At eight o'clock on the dot the door bell rang and I opened the door to let Frank in, taking his jacket and hanging it in the closet. Ellie came out of the kitchen and paused for just long enough to give him a good look at her, before greeting him with a hug and an open mouthed kiss on the lips. "Well," I thought, "I don't think he will be in any doubt about where this evening is leading."

Dinner was uneventful, although there was a frisson of sexual anticipation and desire in the air. Frank was quite understandably a little nervous at first, but he soon relaxed after his first glass of wine, and by the end of dessert he was blatantly admiring Ellie's breasts.

"Shall we go through to the lounge where we can be more comfortable," Elllie said in a seductive voice, "and I will bring the coffee in."

She had artfully positioned the furniture so that when she bent over to put the tray on the coffee table, her skirt rode up giving Frank a delicious flash of her nether charms.

Ellie sat next to Frank on the settee while we drank our coffee with her legs curled up under her and showing a lot of stocking clad thigh. She undid a couple of buttons on his shirt and slipping her hand inside began to caress his chest. Nuzzling up to his face with her head resting in his shoulder she murmured, "I do hope that you enjoyed our little present Frank. Let's see shall we?" and she slid her hand down lightly down the front of his trousers and rested it on his upper thigh. "Mmm, I can see that is a yes then, but I think you might like to see the real thing even more."

"Ellie, you are a very lovely lady," Frank said hoarsely, "and your pictures were beautiful, and very arousing, and I am very grateful and touched by your thoughtfulness; but are you absolutely sure about this? I have known you almost the whole of your married life, and I wouldn't want to do anything to hurt either of you."

Ellie stood up and facing him, she lifted the front of her skirt above her waist. "Dear Frank," she said, "look what you are doing to me, my clitty is tingling already, and I am getting very wet. Would you like to feel how wet I am?"

Moving closer to him, she lifted his hand and pressed it between her parted thighs. "Oh Frank, you have such soft hands. I bet Jenny liked you to play with her pussy. Why don't I take off my skirt and blouse and sit in your lap? It will make it much easier for you to play with my pussy and breasts."

By now they had both forgotten that I was there, so I got up from my chair to turn the lights down lower, leaving the settee bathed in a pool of warm light from a standard lamp that I had carefully positioned just to the side. Picking up my camera I sat down in a chair opposite them and started to take pictures. I wasn't using flash which can produce a harsh result even with a diffuser; the subdued light giving a softer and much more sensual result, and the areas of shadow creating a more mysterious and erotic image.

Frank was very gentle, softly parting the folds of Ellie's pussy with two fingers, whilst his other hand rested on her left breast, gently pinching her erect nipple between finger and thumb.

"Ooh Frank, that is so nice," Ellie breathed softly, "why don't you slip your fingers inside me now? I am so aroused, and I would like it so much if you would make me come."

I was finding it very arousing myself watching them making love, and my erect cock was straining against the restriction of my trousers. But I had promised Ellie that I would make no attempt to join them — wanting this to be something private and special between them alone, so I continued to shoot picture as Frank brought Ellie to her first orgasm by caressing her g-spot with two fingers deep inside her vagina and flicking her swollen clitoris with his thumb. The only sound was that of their breathing and Ellie's moans of pleasure as she mounted to the pinnacle of ecstasy.

Strangely, it was Frank who took matters to the next level, as up to that point he had been content to let Ellie take the lead. "Sweet Ellie," he said, "would you let me taste you. Jenny loved me to lick and kiss her pussy, and once she fell ill and was too weak for intercourse, I would lie between her legs and pleasure her for hours."