Home Business

Brooke, knew, she just knew that he would ask her to do that. She unzipped the dress, slipped the spaghetti straps off her creamy shoulders, let it drop to the floor and stepped over it. Scott was able to snap three more shots as she undressed. Because she wasn't wearing any underwear, she now stood before her husband wearing only the high-heel sandals they had bought that matched her dress. "Okay, honey, now look down," he said as he moved in for a head and shoulders shot. "That's great, baby. Okay, now cover your boobs with your right arm and your pussy with your left hand," he directed.

"Did you say, to cover myself?" She asked confused.

"Yeah, you're my shy baby, my innocent wife, let me see that," he said, thinking he must have sounded like Steven Speilberg.

Brooke responded to his direction. Even turning a little sideways as if she were trying to hide from the camera, or had been discovered nude by a stranger.

"Fabulous baby. Now, lay down on the bed. Cock one leg over the other. That's it, move your knee up a little . . . great," he said as she did what he asked and he snapped two more. Up on your hands and knees and look back over your shoulder at me," he said as he moved around behind her at the foot of their bed. "Move your knees apart a couple of feet. That's perfect."

Brooke knew that in this position he could see her vagina and anus that he had seen thousands of times before. This time, however, the camera lens could also see everything. She found the idea very exciting and, for some reason that she didn't completely understand, also frightening.

"Now, lay on your back baby. That's it. Let your right leg fall over to the side. Great! Now, with your left hand, stroke yourself . . . yes, yes, just like that," he said as he moved in close and snapped three more shots. As Ray had requested, her rings sparkled as her fingers parted her moist lips.

Finally, it all caught up with him. What a day it had been. Brooke had read the e-mails, they had gone shopping and bought what Ray had suggested, they had spent another hour at Anne's site and now he had taken more than a dozen pictures of her. She looked up at him under hooded lids and kept playing with herself even after he placed the camera on the dresser. He must have broken the world record in undressing.

Not a single day of hot sex had been skipped since he returned from Seattle. Usually, Scott wasn't very vocal. This time he was different. With his head buried between her legs, he paused in lapping her sweet pussy, looked at her over her mons venus and said, "oh baby your snatch tastes so sweet. Better than candy, better than honey, than warm maple syrup, better than anything. Cum on my tongue, hon, give it to me."

"Oh . . . Ohh fuck me Scott, don't make me wait . . . ummmmm . . . oh please put your cock in my empty pussy . . ." She reached between them, grabbed his swollen penis and pulled it to her flared opening. She didn't wait for him to plunge in. She thrust up engulfing and capturing his cock in her wet, hungry pussy. The instant that the glans passed her lips and plopped inside she experienced an exquisite orgasm.

Scott looked down at her and thought, for the thousandth time, how beautiful she was in the throes of an orgasm. How incredible she looked as she fucked. "Oh baby, I love to watch you fucking . . . I'd love to watch you get fucked." Brooke slammed on the brakes and stopped moving. Scott thought, oh shit, now I've done it. But then, she started moving again, more intensely than before.

"Oh honey. I love making love with you. I love fucking you . . . mmmmmm . . . I love fucking . . . I love your hard cock . . . ahhhhh . . . I, I love cock . . . I . . . I love cocks," she said as she shuddered and came again.

Scott had lasted about as long as possible under the circumstances. "Oh fuck baby, I'm going to cum too," he announced.

"No, no . . . oh no not yet . . . I'll stop moving," she said as she stopped thrusting up against him. But it was too late. He became stiff as a board. His warm semen was deposited inside her as if it was shot from a fire hose. Though she wanted to wait, because she didn't want the fucking to come to an end, his climax triggered her own and the couple came simultaneously as they usually did.

In the afterglow of lovemaking, with her head nestled on his shoulder, Scott completed his final assignment when he said. "Brooke, darling, it's been nearly a year since you had a check up at the gynecologist. Why don't you make an appointment tomorrow? When you're there, it might be a good idea to get on the pill. I've heard that sometimes vasectomies can fail," he said unconvincingly.

Chapter 6

Scott was up before Brooke the next morning because at two in the morning, she was empty and in need of another fill up. A half hour later, she was sleeping like a baby with an enigmatic smile on her beautiful face. He, on the other hand, tossed and turned all night knowing the decision that faced him in the morning.

After he put the coffee on, he downloaded the photos he had taken of her to his hard drive then wrote the following e-mail to Ray:

Ray: I'm attaching fourteen photos that I took last night. Tell me what you think.

I also want you to know that yesterday Brooke asked about any contact with you and so I let her read your e-mail and my response. In the afternoon, we went shopping. She now owns two dresses that can't be worn with bras. She has also agreed to dispense with wearing panties. The high heel sandals that match the dresses are the highest and sexiest she has ever owned.

Last night, we spent another hour on the Internet at your site before our photo session. I also asked her to get on the pill.

Ray, I'm sure glad you weren't interesting betting with me. Still not sure how things will end up, but, I've buckled my seat belt because we're moving much faster than I thought we would be.

Scott.

It was now or never. If he pushed the send button, then the e-mail and the attached photos would be transmitted to Ray's e-mail address and out of his control. If the e-mail were sent, then for the first time, another man would be able to view his wife's charms. Then, if things went as he now thought they might, within days thousands of other men would be able to see what only he had seen. Should he do it? Could he send the e-mail? He could and he would. He moved the mouse until the cursor was on the send button and clicked it.

When he took a cup of steaming coffee into Brooke, she was already stretching. "Good morning lazy bones," he said.

"Oh Scott, come back to bed. I've got an itch that needs to be scratched," she smiled at him and then slipped both hands under the covers and between her legs.

"Brooke, I think you're trying to kill me. Did you take out a large life insurance policy on me?"

Both laughed. "No silly," she said, then took a sip of the hot coffee. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm so horny. I want you inside me all the time."

"Let me explain the male anatomy to you, baby. You see, men have to get an erection before they can get inside a vagina. The blood that goes to a man's cock has to be taken from some other part of his body. I think the last few days the blood has been drained from my head. You've literally fucked my brains out! See that greyish, gel-like substance on my pillowcase?" They laughed together again.

"Yesterday was terrific, baby," Scott said. I love your new clothes and thanks for watching Anne with me, again, on the Internet. You were so fucking hot last night and early this morning. Also, thanks for posing for the photos." He knew that he had to tell her what he had done no matter what the consequences. "I've done something that I think might make you really angry. I've . . ."

"Scott, are you going to tell me that you e-mailed the photos to Ray?" She asked as she set the coffee cup on the night stand.

He thought he knew his wife. He didn't think she could surprise him any more than she had yesterday when she asked about Ray contacting him. Well, she had surprised him again by guessing what he had done with the photos. "Yeah," he confirmed. "I sent them to him this morning," he said sheepishly.

"What's he going to do with them?" She asked softly.

"Nothing. He was curious about your appearance. I had told him how beautiful you are and I guess he wanted to see for himself," Scott said. "How do you feel about it?"

She thought about his question before answering. "I'm not sure. The idea of a strange guy seeing me, seeing all of me, is both embarrassing and exciting. I'm not a teenager anymore. He's probably used to seeing young hard bodies."

"I can't believe you're saying that. You know that Anne is about your age. Jackie on the Hot Wife Hotel site is older than you and she's a knockout. That woman, Nina, was 35 when she wrote her story so she might be the same age you are or close to it. Then, let's see, oh yeah, Cherie at the Wetlands has to be about your age. I don't remember reading about Cathy's age and Anny claims to be young, whatever that means. No, Brooke, I'd say that if Ray is looking at your pictures, he must be holding his hard cock in his hand."

"Scott Fuller, what a thing to say to your wife!" She exclaimed, pretending to be cross with him. "Did you send him a text message along with the photos?" She asked.

Oh, oh, thought Scott. I may be in deep shit, he said to himself not remembering exactly what he had written but recalling that it might look like he and Ray were conspirators. "Yes, I dropped him a short cover note and told him about some of our experiences yesterday." He waited for her to ask to read it but she didn't and he didn't offer it up.

"I can't tell you how confused I am," said Brooke. "It's like I'm two people. One is a real slut and just wants to fuck you 24/7. The other is the responsible Brooke, the old Brooke. The mother, loyal and a true wife . . . she's practical, modest and chaste. That Brooke would die if she thought that a man in Boise might be looking at photos that revealed everything." She took a deep breath, exhaled slowly and said, "I'm not sure where this is going Scott." Then out of the blue she surprised him again by saying, "do you think Ray might have answered your e-mail?"

She threw off the covers and padded barefoot and naked into the den with him. She looked over his shoulder as he scanned his in box and skipped two messages that he knew were rejections from potential employers. There is was, an e-mail from Ray. He opened it and together they read:

Scott: I'm out of breath. I've been looking at the shots of beautiful Brooke and I have to tell you, I've never seen a more stunning and sexy woman in all my life. No disrespect intended for my own beautiful wife.

Now that I've seen what she looks like, I must say that I think this can be bigger than we've ever imagined. There isn't any reason, that I can think of, that would prevent your gorgeous wife from becoming, almost instantly, the queen of the Internet. I'm unaware on any site that features a woman as fabulous as she is. Not only is her face gorgeous and her body perfect but she's so photogenic. The camera loves her and she seems to love it. You've got yourself a winner. I think I hate you because you're able to slip your cock inside her sweet pussy whenever you want to. Wish I could, just once.

Scott stopped reading and looked at Brooke to gauge her reaction. She was flushed. Her breathing was ragged. She looked from the screen to her husband, smiled and then looked back at the monitor and continued reading.

I'll wait to hear back from you. I need a green light on posting some of her shots. Then, I'd love for her to write a short bio and tell how she feels about getting into this. Remember that we also need to pick a name for the site. It doesn't have to be one that I suggested. Then, just tell me when you can come to Seattle and I'll make all the arrangements. I've got some ideas that we'll need to talk about. What I have in mind might be a little more difficult to arrange than Anne's typical trips.

Hopefully, Ray Well? Scott asked.

"I'm going to have to think about it. Like I said, there seems to be two people inside me. Two very different people." She said thoughtfully. Then, she smiled at him, turned, looked over her shoulder at him and said, "I've got a busy day. I'm going to get dressed."

An hour later, after she had showered, dressed in one of her new ensembles and made a phone call, she walked into the den on her new high heels and said, "honey, I'll be gone for a few hours." She kissed him on the cheek and said, " I love you. Why don't you try to find what Ray has in mind that might be so difficult for him to arrange?" . After she left, Scott dialed Ray's cell phone number. Again, he answered after the first ring.

"Hey man. I'm sitting in front of my computer looking at your wife's pussy. She's fabulous," Ray said.

"That she is," said Scott. "You wrote in your e-mail that, you had something in mind that ‘might be a little more difficult to arrange than Anne's typical trips.' What are you thinking about?"

"Well, for sites like ours, the women usually start slow with one white guy, maybe two. Or a black guy. The men are usually average hung. Then, they work up. You might remember seeing on Jason and Jackie's site ‘her first black,' and also something similar on the Wetlands and at Nina's bed. Anyway, I was thinking that for Brooke's first time we'll make it a marathon. Uninterrupted sex for as long as she can go. We'll start with just one black guy, average hung, but progress to bigger cocks and larger numbers of men. There's this one guy . . . you won't fucking believe him . . . he would make a thoroughbred stallion envious. What do you think of that?"

"I'd have to talk with Brooke about it. I'm not even sure that when it comes right down to it, she'll be able to do anything."

"Wanna bet?" Asked Ray.

"No, I'm not going to bet with you. You've been right about everything so far."

"As you can imagine, arranging a session like that will take some work but it can be done, trust me. By the way, have you decided on a name?"

"Not yet."

"What about birth control?" Ray wanted to know.

"I'm not sure, but I think she may be taking care of that right now."

She parked in the covered garage next to the building in which Dr. Williams' office was located. He was the ob gyn who had delivered Cindy and had cared for Brooke's female health needs for more than twenty years. When she called earlier and told his receptionist that she would be going out of town and that she really needed to see the doctor, she was told to come on over. They would work her in. They warned her that it might take a while so she brought a writing tablet and pen with her.

As it turned out, she had to wait for more than an hour before they ushered her into the tiny examination room. She had put the waiting time to good use, however, by writing feverishly in the tablet. Finally, she was laying on the examining table in the small sterile room with her feet in stirrups and her body draped with a white sheet when Dr. William's entered and said, "Brooke, what brings you here? I looked at your chart and you're not due for an examination for three more months. The office is supposed to send you a reminder in the mail. They said it was an emergency," he said with concern.

"I didn't say it was an emergency, Dr. Williams, I told her that I was going out of town and needed to see you before I left."

"Okay, Brooke, what can I do for you?" He asked.

"I want to go on birth control pills," she said softly.

Dr. Williams frowned, looked at her chart, flipped a couple of pages and then he said, "Scott had a vasectomy several years ago. I made the introduction myself to the Dr. who performed the surgery. Why do you want to go on the pill?"

"I've heard that sometimes those operations aren't permanent and I don't want to take any chances."

Dr. Williams had been practicing medicine long enough to know that there was much more to his patient's decision than what she had just told him. However, he didn't make an issue of it. If Brooke Fuller wanted to screw around on her husband and take precautions so that she didn't get pregnant, it was none of his business. "Okay, let's see how you are," he said as he slipped on a pair of rubber gloves.

Brooke left the office after he had declared her to be in perfect health, clutching her writing tablet and a prescription for birth control pills. She went back to the mall, bought another dress, a couple of mini skirts and three crop tops that left her tummy exposed. In the shoe store, she was sure that the salesman must have gotten an eyeful as he knelt in front of her as she tried on several pairs of shoes and finally bought two pairs, one pair with an ankle strap.

Scott heard the car pull in the driveway but Brooke didn't immediately come into the house. He looked through the window and saw her sitting in the car. It looked like she was writing something. He chose not to disturb her. Several minutes later she came in carrying several familiar bags from stores in the mall. She tossed them on the sofa and said, "did you have a chance to find out what Ray has in mind?"

"We talked for a while. And, to answer your question, I did find out. You first, though. Where have you been, other than to the mall?"

She had a dreamy look as she said, "I dropped by Dr. Williams' office for a check up like you suggested. He gave me a prescription for birth control pills and I got it filled. I had some time to kill while I waited to be worked in at the Dr.'s office and had a chance to write some things down that you might want to put on the computer and e-mail to Ray," she said as she handed him the writing tablet. She covered her mouth with the back of her hand, stifled a yawn, then said, "I'm tired, I think I'll grab a cat nap."

With a lump in his throat and sweaty palms, Scott sat in front of his computer and read what she had written in her unique, feminine handwriting:

Hi Guys, I'm Brooke. I'm not going to tell you my last name, where I live or my age. I've never written anything like what I'm about to write, so be patient with me.

I've read five or six biographies of women who have sites on the Internet so I assume that you want the vital statistics up front. I'm married and a mother. My height is 5'8" and I weigh exactly 126 pounds. My hair is brown and falls just below my shoulders. I also have brown eyes. My measurements are 36, 25 1/2, 35 1/2. Because you're reading this letter, you've already seen my photos. I hope you like them, though I must admit, I'm embarrassed when I think of you seeing me all exposed and vulnerable. No one, other than my husband, has ever seen me like that.

Speaking of my husband, it was him, and his friend Ray, who wanted me to start a site, like several others with which you are probably familiar. Doing something like this might not be a big deal for some women, women who are swingers or had lots of different men, however, for me it is a very big deal indeed because I've never had sexual relations with anyone but my husband.

This morning I went to my Dr. and got a prescription for birth control pills. I've never needed them before because my husband had a vasectomy. I'll take the first pill today.

Things have happened so fast, my head hasn't stopped spinning. When my husband told me just three days ago, what he and Ray had planned, I told him, in no uncertain terms, that hell would freeze over before I would ever agree to do what he wanted me to do. I don't know if hell has frozen over, but it looks like within the next few days I'll experience the second cock of my life. They plan to capture the moment on video and still photos. I also know that they don't intend to stop with just one cock. I think they plan for all of the cocks to be black and huge.