Photos for a Friendbytxjohn489©
Disclaimers: If you hate wife sharing fantasies don't read this story; instead click on the "romance" tag for some great stories of hot one on one monogamous sex. The true events forming the kernel of truth on which this story is based took place in the days before HIV.
At the time of VU my wife Dianne and I had been married and faithful to one another for 13 years. Diane tells me that she enjoys sex with me so much, and more than any of the lovers she had before we married, that she couldn't even think about cheating. And I feel the same way about her. She's also about the sexiest woman I've ever known. She has long brown hair and soulful brown eyes, full pouting lips made for kissing. Oh and her other lips, the ones on her pussy, were also just made for kissing. When she's aroused they swell up and open out begging for the touch of my tongue, and later for the deep sensual penetration of my cock. She's medium height with full hips and medium breasts that still stand up high and firm, with pencil eraser sized nipples that stiffen whenever she thinks about sex - which is plenty often. Yes, life with Dianne has been good. I'm 36 and Dianne is 35.
Our friend Steve hadn't had it so good. Although he's a good looking guy with a good job, funny, intelligent, and a truly nice guy, he never actually seemed to be dating. It was like he was just terrified of women. He and I had talked about women a few times and I knew he wasn't gay. Just scared, though loathe to admit it. He always just said he was busy with his job, and "not now."
I said the time of VU was significant. VU stands for Virgin University. No, there isn't really a VU. That was our creation. I came home after a night drinking with Steve to celebrate his birthday and told Dianne that Steve was still a virgin at 25, swearing her to secrecy since Steve was very embarrassed about it. Dianne was adamant that we had to do something to help him.
"How?" I asked. "Sign him up for a dating service?"
"That wouldn't help, Alan," Dianne said, "he's terrified of them. Those women would eat him alive."
"What then?" I asked. "Buy him a prostitute?"
"Ugh no," Dianne replied. "What a horrible way to lose your virginity. No, Steve is a darling and he deserves a nice girl who will treat him right. We don't need to find him dates. He's a good looking guy. Women will find him. We have to teach him how to date. We need to create VU, Virgin University."
And so we did. Though we didn't put it that way to Steve of course. But when we finally broached the subject he agreed that he didn't know anything about going on a date, and was grateful for our offer to teach him. Our first lesson felt a little awkward because Steve was our "third wheel." Dianne and I went out to a nice restaurant for dinner making sure with our reservations that Steve, who arrived alone, sat at a table nearby. We made small talk over dinner and Steve was able to overhear bits and pieces of it. More importantly he could hear the tone and see our body language. After dinner we went to a movie and Steve was sitting in the row behind us. After a while I casually put my arm around Dianne and she snuggled against me and put her head on my shoulder. That was it, nothing serious.
That was the point of the second lesson, in our home. Two people on a date could just enjoy one another's company and get to know each other, with nothing serious, nothing threatening, and nothing to be afraid of. He could do this. He practiced with Dianne across our kitchen table, chatting about this and that, Dianne correcting him whenever he got overly serious, maudlin, argumentative, or flippant. Finally he seemed to get the right tone. We moved on to flirting, teaching him first how to read when his date was flirting with him and how not to accidentally rebuff her. Then he learned some double entendre of his own, and how to deliver them with a glint in his eye.
We told him not to expect sex right away, but not to be surprised whenever it did come, as we assured him it would. When? He would just know when the time was right, and he had to be ready, but relaxed, not tense. Act confident and it would make him confident. He had to know what to do when the time came. Not sex education. He knew all the mechanical stuff about what went where from school. He needed to know how men and women got to that point, with their bodies and with their emotions. We repeated the movie scenario with me and Dianne on our sofa and Steve sitting across from us. This time after I put my arm around her I caressed her upper arm and then her shoulder. I massaged her shoulders and neck, then moved down her back and up along her sides lightly brushing the sides of her breasts. I pointed out to Steve that I had just felt her breasts, but it all happened naturally and the point was to see whether she was going to stop me.
"Since she didn't stop me," I said, "now I'm going to get a really good feel."
I massaged from her shoulders up to caress her neck then turned her face towards me and kissed her gently. While we kissed my right hand caressed her cheek while my left hand slid down to cup her breast full in my hand. Then I showed him how to unfasten a bra strap. Dianne brought out three different types of clasps and showed him how each of them worked. Then turning her back to me and Steve she pulled off her shirt and asked him to unfasten her bra. His hands were shaking with nervousness and he couldn't do it. She told him not to worry and to look again at the pink one she had brought out which had the same type of clasp. He worked that one a couple of times and announced he was ready to try again. This time he did it and her bra fell to the floor. Did I mention that Dianne has the most beautiful back?! She congratulated him, pulled her shirt back on without the bra, and turned back around to give him a little kiss on the forehead. Her nipples were hard, standing out against the thin fabric of her shirt. I'm sure Steve noticed too. Anyway, that was it for that lesson.
Finally it was time for his final exam at VU. He would go on a date with Dianne to a restaurant and movie, chat, and flirt a little. Then they'd come back to his house for a nightcap. I waited at his house and watched TV. When they arrived Dianne told me that Steve was doing very well. They talked some more. Steve put on some music and they danced, holding each other close for one slow song at the end. Dianne told him she was proud of his new confidence and asked him if he thought he was ready to date now. He said no.
Dianne had him sit on the sofa with her and instructed him to put his arm around her as I had done. She snuggled against him with her head on his shoulder. Then she surprised me by telling him to massage her neck and work his way to cop a good feel of her breasts, as I had done in the earlier lesson. He looked at me questioningly, and I nodded. Dianne must know what she's doing. This could be just what he needed to really gain confidence. And secretly, the thought of our friend feeling Dianne's breasts and wanting her turned me on too. I wanted to see it. She cautioned him that he must not rush it too fast, nor go too slow. Just move at a natural pace. Steve had learned his lessons well, and before long he was locked in a passionate kiss with my wife while groping both her breasts.
Dianne broke off their embrace. "That was good Steve," she giggled. "And I have to say I enjoyed my part as your teacher. So once you get to this point you know where it's going and what to do, right?"
"No!" Steve looked distraught. "I couldn't take it any further. I can't date. I don't even want to, okay? Thanks for trying to help me but I guess I'm just hopeless."
"But why?" Dianne asked. Steve didn't want to say but she persisted.
"The thing is," Steve said, "my penis is really small."
Dianne began, "Size isn't..."
"Yeah, yeah," Steve interrupted, "I know, size isn't everything. But the sad truth is that isn't really true. Size means a lot to a lot of women."
Dianne tried to argue with him, but he couldn't be moved. Finally he told the story of the last real date he had, six year earlier. Things had moved very fast, but when she opened his pants and pulled out his penis she had laughed at him and left.
"Oh Steve," Dianne said. "some women are assholes, like that one. Some men are assholes too. Not most of them, thank God. And a lot of 19 year olds can be pretty stupid. There are plenty of women out there who would be perfectly satisfied with your body. You're not bad looking you know."
"I don't want to be laughed at again," Steve said.
"Come on then," Dianne said, "Show it to me."
"What?" said Steve.
"Do you trust me? Show me your penis and I promise I'll give you my honest opinion. I'll even tell you if I think it's funny."
Steve hesitated. "N-n-no, I can't."
"Tell you what," Dianne said. "Show me yours and I'll show you mine. Here's a down payment." She turned her back to him and slipped off her shirt. "Do you remember how to undo one of these?"
Steve remembered. This time when her bra fell to the floor she turned back to him, proudly displaying her luscious breasts.
Steve stared open mouthed at my wife's beauty. "You're so sexy Dianne!"
She lifted her arms above her head sensuously. "Alright, your turn."
Steve dropped his pants and boxers. His penis stood straight out. It was small and thin. The skin was stretched tight across his glans which looked shiny.
"It's not that little," said Dianne. "On the small side, sure, but certainly not ridiculous. I've had lovers with cocks that size or even smaller. Have you measured it? How long is it?"
"Four inches," replied Steve. "Really you had lovers this size? Were they any good?"
"One was no good," said Dianne. "but not because of his dick. Just like I've had good lovers with big dicks and poor lovers with big dicks. The other boyfriend I had with a small dick was a very good lover. He always gave me an orgasm. Of course," Dianne turned to me with a leer, "That was all before I found my man, and I much prefer Alan. You see his cock size is beside the point. I fell in love with the man. It's the man who knows how to make love to me, not his cock."
In fact I'm proud of my 7 inches, but now wasn't the right time for her or me to bring up that statistic. Steve seemed somewhat reassured.
Slowly he said, "It's your turn now."
"What?" Dianne asked.
"Show me yours and I'll show you mine?" he reminded her.
"Okay," Dianne laughed, and she wiggled out of her jeans and panties. Then she sat on the sofa across from him and put her feet up on the cushion, spread eagled, displaying her pussy to him in all its glory.
"Oh God," Steve exclaimed, staring. My wife's pussy lips were just beginning to swell.
My own cock had stiffened in reaction to this hot scene, and I just had to get in on this too.
"It looks like we're ready to move on to one of the advanced lessons. Breast kissing and nipple sucking." I knelt and took Dianne's left nipple into my mouth. I kissed up and down and around her breast, circling back to her sensitive nipple, swirling my tongue around it and then sucking on it. "Now you try."
Dianne shot me a look, but she didn't protest, especially after Steve fell to his knees beside me and repeated my actions on my wife's right breast. Having both nipples sucked at the same time was a new treat for her.
Steve and I both stood up. Then he reached down and wiped Dianne's knee with his hand, apologizing profusely that he had dripped on her. "I always have a lot of pre-cum. I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about that," said Dianne. "If you want to see some real juices flowing, take a look at my pussy now."
Steve didn't need to be invited twice. He did look, very closely, as did I. My wife's labia were fully swollen and glistening with her pussy juices.
"Let me taste that," she said, lightly touching two fingers to the tip of Steve's penis and carrying his pre-cum to her lips where she languorously licked it off. "Mmm, you taste good. Would you like to taste me?"
Steve ran his finger along my wife's slit then dipped it into her vagina and withdrew it, sucking it like a lollipop. "You taste good too."
Dianne whispered to me that we were getting carried away and it was time for us to go. I agreed wholeheartedly. Plus I couldn't wait to get home and fuck her.
"Well Steve," said Dianne, "I think you are definitely ready. And I'm afraid it's time we need to go."
"Hey, don't leave on my account," came a new voice from the hall. "It looks like things are just starting to get real interesting."
Dianne awkwardly tried to cover her pussy and breasts as a stranger walked into the living room, staring appreciatively at my wife's ample charms.
"Alan, Dianne, this is my friend Todd," said Steve. "He's staying with me for a while." Then to Todd, "We were just, um..."
"I can see what you were just doing," leered Todd.
"It's not like that..." began Steve.
"We were giving Steve lessons in dating," said Dianne.
"Oh I see," said Todd. "Did you know this guy is still a virgin then?"
"Yes," I replied. "He just needs some self confidence."
"Good luck with that! Those so-called friends he hangs around with will just tear him down again," declared Todd.
"Is that true?" asked Dianne, who was no longer trying to conceal her breasts though she sat with her legs pressed tightly together.
Steve just nodded unhappily.
"What he really needs is some photos to show those guys, to make them think he's already getting some so they'll leave him the hell alone," said Todd. "If he had the picture I saw when I walked in, you know, putting his finger in your pretty little pussy, they'd show him some respect. I've got a camera. How about it? You want to take some photos, and fake some photos?"
"I don't know," stammered Dianne, "what photos, what fake?"
"We'll take a whole series of photos starting with that nice pussy, and making it look like he's fucking you," Todd said. "No," he cut off her protest, "that part won't be real, but we can make the photos look like it. And don't worry, we'll blank your face out of the shots. They just have to think he was fucking some beautiful woman. Nobody ever has to know it was you."
"What do you think Alan?" Dianne asked.
I agreed, swayed somewhat by Todd's promise of a set of the photos for us to keep. Todd got his camera and light and got started.
The first photo showed them holding each other, as they had done earlier while dancing, but this time both of them were nude, their skin pressed tightly together as they kissed.
Then he took the same shot but with their hands grasping each others' butts.
Steve said that he had sucked Dianne's nipples earlier and that was really hot, and he requested a photo of that. Todd took a series of six photos of it, hands and mouth, both breasts, different angles. Then he took a photo of Steve's cock pressed against Dianne's breast, dripping pre-cum onto her nipple.
"I don't suppose you'd be willing to give Steve a blow job would you?" asked Todd.
"No I would not," answered Dianne huffily.
Todd said never mind, and instructed Dianne to just hold his cock with her mouth close to it and open as though she's just about to suck him. He said people would see what they expected to see and he could get almost the same effect without her actually doing it. He took another photo with her pulling back on Steve's cock stretching his skin away from the glans, with her tongue out reaching towards it.
Then she spit on her hand and rubbed the saliva all over his cock, and Todd took a photo which seemed to show his cock just coming out of her mouth dripping wet.
The next photo showed Steve's head between my wife's thighs as though he were eating her pussy.
The next photo was supposed to show Steve's tongue almost touching her pussy. What it actually showed was his tongue just barely touching her pussy.
Todd loved the way Dianne's engorged clit stood up from its sheath. Her clit is really quite large. The next photo showed Steve's tongue pressed against her clit.
This was all just too hot for either Todd or myself to stand any more, and we both had to drop our pants and slowly stroke our own cocks as we watched and took photos of Steve and Dianne. Todd's cock was longer than mine, about 8 inches, but pretty thin. His balls hung low and loose under his long thin rod.
"Your wife is super hot," Todd said to me as he stroked his cock, "If she ever gets bored with her job she could have a great future making porn movies."
"No thanks," I laughed, "I think this photo shoot will be enough for us." But I was really enjoying my wife being the center of attention, and thinking about how mad with lust both of us were going to be when we got home.
The next photo was of Steve poised over Dianne as though just about to enter her. Todd took several shots of that pose from different angles.
The next photo was of Steve on his back and Dianne poised above him as though she was just about to ride him. Again Todd took several shots. Dianne complained that she was getting tired holding the pose but Todd asked her to hang on because these were the best shots yet.
The next photo was supposed to show Steve's cock almost touching her pussy. What it actually showed was his cock just barely touching her pussy. Steve had raised his hips just a fraction of an inch.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Steve said.
"No, that's really good," said Todd. "Is that okay Dianne? Can we get a couple more of those?"
Dianne agreed. Looking back on it I don't know why she agreed to let his cock touch her pussy, nor why I didn't object. Well I guess it was the raging hormones and my own hard cock that kept me from objecting. I actually loved seeing that cock touching her pussy. And I guess Dianne liked feeling it touch her pussy as well.
Todd followed that photo with another showing the tip of Steve's penis just inside Dianne's labia. Then one where it was pushing up against her big clit. Then one where half of Steve's cock head had disappeared inside the folds of my wife's labia. Then one where most of his cock head was inside her folds.
Then Dianne slipped.
She fell down onto the bed driving Steve's penis all the way up inside her vagina. My wife let out a little gasp and Steve moaned deeply. My wife started to rise up but Todd stopped her with a hand on the small of her back.
"No, don't move away," he said. "This is great. Look, you're already fucking him, so why not get some photos of it?"
Dianne settled back down onto Steve, driving his penis back inside her again. Then slowly up and down she bounced rocking on him. Todd took photos all the while, from afar showing my wife's graceful form as it danced atop our friend, and from close up showing their genitals locked together. I stared dumbstruck as my wife fucked our best friend, my cock in my hand lazily stroking it.
Steve wasn't going to last for long. Faster and faster my wife rode him. As he began grunting his impending climax, so did my wife begin moaning her own. She came powerfully just before Steve shot his semen into her cunt. Todd took photos of the whole thing, and of my wife lying sated atop Steve's body. Then he took photos of Steve's cock, soft and even smaller, falling out of her cunt which began leaking semen. Dianne rolled off of him.
Todd handed me his camera. "Can you take some photos of me, Alan?"
I was too shocked by the whole situation to be able to respond. I'm not sure what I would have said or done; I was so horny maybe I wouldn't have said anything. But before I could have said anything Todd had mounted my wife and had two inches of his cock inside her. So I did the only thing I could do. I took photos.
My photo of his cock buried in her cunt up to the hilt was followed by a photo of my wife's face, in obvious delight as the longest cock she had ever taken reached new depths of her vagina. The next photo was of his cock withdrawn all the way from her cunt with just the tip touching. Great gobs of Steve's semen had been scooped out of her cunt. When he drove back into her in one powerful thrust I took a photo of that, and a photo of my wife's face contorted in another powerful orgasm.