My Wife's Infidelity - Modeling

Their bodies were wet and glistening with water and soap suds.

The male's head was tilted back, his mouth slightly open, as if he was moaning in pleasure.

On the facing page, they were at an angle to the camera, the male laying on a towel on the floor, on his back.

KK was perched on the balls of her feet, facing the camera, astride him.

His cock was about halfway in her I guessed.

The photograph was either cropped, or otherwise framed such that the top of the image showed KK only from her lower eye-lids down.

Her mouth was open slightly, tongue against her upper lip.

The man's hands were holding her at the waist, looking like he was pulling KK down onto his hard cock.

I could see white, sticky trails on the exposed part of his cock shaft, either cum, or her pussy juice coating his shaft.

Again, my eye was drawn to her left hand in the photograph, her engagement ring visible on the ring finger of her left hand in the foreground.

Feeling again the hot fog of confusion, I wondered about the context for these images.

They were clearly taken either before we split up, or after we'd gotten back together.

I wondered when, where, and by whom.

I wondered if this was a scene witnessed by a group of amateur photographers - watching my fiancé being fucked by this muscular black man, photographing it all, or if it was a single photographer capturing the scene.

I flipped the last album page over, and looked at the final photograph.

The black male was on his back, on the towel, his huge cock engorged, foreskin retracted.

KK's left hand was wrapped around it, cum running from the head of his cock, down over her engagement ring.

She was kneeling at his side - the photo had been cropped or framed to cut off the upper portion of her face.

KK's right hand was on his chest, and the fingers of his left hand where in her crotch, busy inside her pussy.

His fingers and the palm of his hand were clearly wet, either with cum or her pussy juices.

On the inside of the album's back cover, a post-it note;

"There are more albums - several.

Perhaps if you are interested, we can look at them together, and I can tell you about the photographs.

I hope you enjoyed this album.

Wait up for me if you want."

Indeed, I waited up for her.

The album was a very erotic disclosure, sensual, seductive, naughty in, and of itself.

KK's technique for introducing it to me was even more arousing - leaving me with the album to explore on my own, the teasing note at the end, hinting that there was more.

After an hour or so, still fixated on the album's contents, I took it to our bedroom, stripped nude, and got in our bed with it.

I decided to masturbate, looking at the photos, until KK returned home - and resolved not to cum while jacking off to her photos.

I lost track of time, looking, stroking, bringing myself to the edge of cumming, until I heard the sound of the garage entry door opening, then closing.

I could hear KK's heels clicking on the tile floor.

A few minutes later, KK appeared in the bedroom doorway, hands on the frame, staring at me.

KK said, "I see you're enjoying your surprise - are you worn completely out yet, you dirty boy?"

I still had one hand on my cock, slowly squeezing it and stroking it.

The album was open on the bed, flipped around so that I could stroke my cock to the photo of KK on her hands and knees.

KK looked at me, "Is that your favorite baby?

Do you like seeing me like that, naked, and ready?

I remember that session, almost like it was yesterday.

Did you know I got fucked after the shoot was over?"

I had to squeeze my cock to keep from spurting cum, and I gripped it until the urge finally passed.

She said, "I'm going to get undressed for you.

Then I'm going to get in bed with you, and tease your big hard cock, while I tell you about my first time.

But you're not going to cum until I say so."

KK undressed while I watched her.

As promised, KK lay next to me, tormenting my throbbing hard cock, giving me an exquisite hand-job as she talked.

She told me, "The Professor was also a photographer, you know?

I've told you a little about that before, in counseling right?"

I was getting harder and harder, listening to her, and enjoying her soft hands on my cock and balls.

KK told me her story, "He asked me if I'd consider modeling for a photography class he taught on the weekends.

It paid $30 an hour, usually for two hours, sometimes three, in a session.

I told him I'd think about it. Well, the money was so much, and I was curious anyway, so I told him I'd try it once and see how it went."

KK was gently rubbing the underside of my cock-head with the tip of her index finger, making me jerk and twitch with each word and stroke.

I asked her, "Why? You didn't need the money. Why'd you do it?"

Her response was emphatic, "I just wanted to!

The next week, after the regular life-drawing class was over, we set up the appointment for Saturday to try my first photo shoot."

KK was licking her lips, looking into my eyes, telling me, "I went to his studio in the Fine Arts building.

First he showed me a changing room, where I could put my stuff.

The Professor gave me a tour of the studio, showing me the set, the back-drops, how the lighting worked, and told me that we'd go about two, maybe three hours, with a couple of breaks at the end of the first and second hour."

KK was rubbing me a with a little more pressure, then stopping briefly, teasing my cock-head, keeping me near the edge.

She continued, "He told me that there would be six photographers, that he'd lead the instruction, with poses, and lighting, and that I could wear a blindfold or a mask if I wanted.

The Professor showed me a chest of drawers, with a collection of party masks, blindfolds, and scarves in the top drawer.

He said, "Sometimes wearing a mask or a blindfold makes it easier to pose, and helps a model feel less self-conscious."

KK's teasing, and her soft, throaty, whispered description so far had me on the verge of blowing my load.

KK said, "He told me to go ahead and get ready, and that the student group would be arriving in about ten minutes.

I went to the changing room, took off my clothes, and looked at myself in the mirror, then I put on lipstick and that was all.

I was completely naked!

It felt so sexy. I knew they would be looking at me naked and it made me feel so hot!

I heard the students coming in, and setting up, and then the Professor called out to me, "If you're ready, please come on out."

I was really kind of scared.

I was still pretty shy I guess.

But I got past it, and went into the studio, onto the set, not really looking at the class.

I remember how I felt so exposed!

I went over to the chest of drawers.

I picked out a black silk scarf, and then looked up at the class - they were all men, older men.

I asked the Professor to put the scarf over my eyes, to help me, that I didn't want to see them, because I felt a little self-conscious."

I was starting to leak a little pre-cum at this point, waiting to hear more.

KK said, "He tied the scarf over my eyes, pulled my hair loose from it, and adjusted it until I told him it was comfortable.

Then he took my hand and led me onto the set.

He helped me sit down onto a draped pedestal, and I let him position me and pose me.

I just kind of let myself go blank, and let him pose me like a doll."

I asked her, "Were you scared? Weren't you worried being so vulnerable?"

KK said, "I was scared, but it was so sexy all at the same time."

KK continued, "In the first part of the session, the class photographed me in different poses.

Some were seated, profile shots.

A few were more risqué, like on my hands and knees in profile, or standing, with one foot on the pedestal.

The Professor was touching me, posing me.

It was sexy weird, and I could feel things like air on my pussy, or his arm brushing against my nipple, and it made me all tingly hot!

All the men were talking, asking for poses, for me to move in a certain way.

Some wanted me crossing, and uncrossing my legs in a seated position, then more standing poses, with my arms crossed, hands covering my boobs.

I could hear them talking, but I couldn't see them, asking for different poses.

It was like it wasn't really happening sort of."

My balls were aching, and KK's manicured nails scratching over the tight skin of my ball sack was electrifying.

KK said, "We finally took a break - I asked the Professor to take me to the dressing room.

I took off the blindfold, and had a cold beer from a little cooler in the changing room.

I was really thirsty, so I gulped down that beer, and then had another one.

The Professor came back and asked me if I was ready for the second hour, and if there was anything I needed."

I was thinking about my then-nineteen year-old wife, that version of her, petite, naked, and vulnerable to a group of seven men.

My cock started to drool a rivulet of pre-cum, which KK was gently massaging into the sensitive underside of my cock-head.

KK continued, "I had him put the scarf back over my eyes, and he led me back to the set.

This time, there were lots and lots of pillows I could feel, and he laid me down onto them, and posed me, with my legs open, reclined on a stack of pillows.

It was terrifying but so sexy hot - I wondered if those men liked my body, liked seeing me naked, and it made me dripping wet.

I had to touch myself, and I could hear them, some gasping, some saying, "Damn she's wet!" and other's saying, "She's touching herself!"

That made me feel even more sexy and I wanted to do it for them.

The Professor was saying, "Good, that's it sweetie, relax for the camera."

I played with my little pussy for those men, and it was so hot - I couldn't see them, I could just hear them, and the cameras clicking.

I had a little cum after a few minutes like that."

I lost it completely, and started spurting cum everywhere, even though KK had stopped tormenting my cock-head!

I was begging her to tell me more.

KK said, "I bet you would like to see more pictures, huh?

Poor baby, do you want to hear more? See more? You do, don't you!

But you were a naughty, weak boy, and you made all this cum before I told you to.

Too bad, so sad, because I was thinking about telling you all about the fucking. You probably want to hear about that, don't you, dirty boy?

Maybe someday, if you deserve it, I'll tell you the rest..."

KK scooped up all the cum onto her fingertips, then licked them clean, finishing with a hot, messy cum-kiss, snowballing my own jizz with me.

She said, "It's late, and we've both had an exciting evening.

Now you finish by give me a nice licking until I'm done with you, and we'll go to sleep."

I got between KK's thighs, and did my best to bring her to orgasm, until she was nearly suffocating me, grinding my face into her sloppy-wet muff.

A few weeks later, on a Saturday morning, I got another gift from KK.

I got an interesting surprise with my morning coffee.

KK'd gotten up before I did, left me a note on the refrigerator white board: "Went to run errands, meet a friend for lunch, and do some shopping."

I suppose as a thoughtful gesture, before she left, my wife made a pot of coffee for me to enjoy.

I found a big, greeting card style envelope near the coffee pot, with a lipstick print on the front.

I opened the envelope, and found a card inside.

I flipped open the card, which had an unusual heft to it, and found a thumb-drive taped to the inside, with KK's hand-written note:

"This is for you to enjoy - have a nice afternoon - XOXO"

I was definitely curious, and poured my coffee.

I went to my den, set the coffee cup down, flipped open my lap-top, put it onto the lap-desk, and took a seat in the recliner to see what was on the thumb-drive.

After the thumb-drive mounted, I looked at the contents - three MP4 video files, no names, just numbers, 1.mp4, 2.mp4, and 3.mp4.

The files all varied in size.

All of them had the same date stamp, recent.

I double-clicked the first file, the video player window opened, displaying a solid white screen.

I clicked the Play button on the interface, then the video started up, fading from white to an image.

Once the first several frames went by and the image was fully formed, and out of fade, I clicked 'Pause'.

The image on the screen was my wife!

I could tell from the image that it had been ripped from VHS or a CD/DVD.

KK was standing in front of a glass block wall, in what might have been an office, or some other sort of commercial building.

KK was wearing white pumps, a heavy fabric, or perhaps woolen skirt that came about mid-thigh, her legs were encased in transparent white nylon, and she was wearing a pink angora "fuzzy" sweater, one that I recognized, as I had given it to her as a Christmas gift, long ago.

Her hair was done up, and her make-up was on.

I was able to "date" the video, as my wife was smiling, and I could see her braces.

I could also see her engagement ring, on her left ring finger - this put her somewhere between eighteen to nineteen!

Dating the video, based on her appearance, it was likely from a time near that black period when KK'd broken off our engagement.

I was struggling to remember when she'd gotten her braces off, my recall was it happened right around the time she'd cheated on me with Monty, just before she dumped me.

My cock was rock hard.

I sat and stared at the image for a few minutes, until the screen-saver tried to fire up.

I swiped the mouse pad to stop it from becoming active, and pondered the reality of what I was seeing.

I clicked the 'Play' button to restart the video.

My then fiancé, now wife was clearly nervous - she was kind of teetering around in the high-heel pumps, and had a tense, sort of forced smile on.

There was no audio, and it appeared that someone, perhaps whoever was behind the camera, was giving her directions.

The video went frame to frame, zooming in and out on my wife's slender, sexy legs, on her shoes, panning up and down her petite frame, zooming in on her pretty face and sparkling eyes.

She would turn in left, then right profile to the camera, then turn around, facing away from the camera.

She walked a few steps toward the camera, teetering on thick carpet in her too-high heels, then turned and walked back toward the glass block wall.

The video ended on a fade of her face, back to a white screen - it was about three minutes long.

I watched it again, pausing every now and then to look at certain aspects of it closely - verifying that it was her engagement ring I was seeing.

The sweater was one of my favorite things for her to wear in those years - especially when she wore it on dates, without a bra.

I loved that fuzzy sweater on her, and feeling her bare boobs against it, cupped in my hands.

I lost more than one cum load on it, as she stroked my cock, or rubbed her fuzz-covered tits against my balls while she sucked me off in the back seat of a car, or in her dorm room.

KK used to bitch at me about "splooging on her sweater," complaining that I was going to ruin it - she made me pay to have it dry-cleaned every time I accidentally unloaded on it.

I watched that short clip four times, and my cock got harder each time.

Finally I pulled it out of my shorts, so I could stroke it, stopping short of making myself cum on the last repeat.

I decided to watch the second video.

Similar to the first, it opened to a white screen.

After I clicked play, it faded in to the opening scene.

KK was standing at the corner of a pool table - the scene was set in an entertainment or game room.

KK was holding a pool cue in one hand, like a staff.

This time, her hair and make-up looked like it had been professionally applied, although perhaps over-done.

Her lipstick was fire-engine red, her nails were matching.

KK was wearing a white, button-down silk blouse, and it looked like she was either very, very aroused, or not wearing a bra - perhaps both... her nipples were distinct, and clearly visible through the thin material of the blouse.

She was smiling, and wearing her engagement ring.

KK had on a red satin, or maybe nylon skirt that zipped on the side, black nylons, I could just see the lace stocking tops at the hemline of the skirt, garters, and fire-engine red high-heels.

My late teen fiancé/wife looked fantastic, a gorgeous dream-girl.

The scene played out with her moving around the pool table, "shooting a game," - my wife has never been a pool player, in fact she is terrible at the game, so it was sort of comical.

At one point she shot the cue ball off the table... in part of the scene, she picked up the cue, pretended to fellate it, blowing little kisses on the tip, sticking her tongue out at it, and faux kissing it.

The scene cut for a second, or was poorly edited, as KK got too close to the tip of the cue, accidentally getting chalk on her lips.

As the scene played out, KK removed her skirt, revealing the garter belt, black thong panties and a little of her hairy bush.

She moved around the table, eventually stripping off the panties - it was very erotic watching her unclip the ends of the garters to slide them past, then refasten them.

KK shot the thong off of her index finger like one might shoot a rubber band, launching the panties off into the corner of the room.

The scene cut to her perched on the pool table, seated on its edge, unbuttoning the blouse, one button at a time, smiling at the camera the entire time.

KK got the top button undone, then teased for a few frames, until she finally removed the blouse to reveal her firm titties, nipples erect, jutting out hard and pink.

The next scene was of KK facing away from the camera, on her knees, spreading her ass cheeks, opening her pussy lips, and pulling on her labia.

The scene cut to KK on her back, lying on the pool table, her legs in the air, spread, pulling apart her labia, finally spreading her inner lips, to expose her pink clit.

Then the scene faded back to white.

My pulse was racing, and I could feel, and hear my heart beating in my ears.

It was so fucking hot, seeing her showing off like that for the camera, her lithe, young body, ripe, ready, and so incredibly fuckable!

That was almost 18-minutes of teasing and torment.

I opened the third video.

It had the same motif, a fade-in from white to the opening.

In this video, KK was wearing some cheesy lingerie - the kind one would find at Fredericks of Hollywood, or an adult store in the 80's.

The little outfit was two-piece, transparent white nylon, with black trim on the edge - the bottoms were a pair of panties with some sort of little skirt-like thing on the top edge, and the top was a sort of halter of similar construction.

I was staring at the video, and paused it to gaze at KK's tits - they were jutting out under the halter top, perfect, so hot that my cock was twitching and jerking on its own.

I restarted the video before I blew my wad.

The panty-skirt thing was equally see-through, and her pussy lips and pubic hair were clearly visible.

KK was made up a little differently, still over-done, and her hair was styled, with big, bouncy curls.

KK was wearing high-heel sandals, and sporting a french manicure/pedicure.

She was white-hot, slutty looking, yet sort of innocent at the same time.

A few minutes into the scene, KK smiled, and gave the camera a little wink!

The same kind of scene as the first video, there was lots of zooming in and out, and pan shots of her in various poses, close-up shots of her shoes, toes, and various aspects of her body.