Nora - Embracing an Erotic Life Ch. 06

In the third photo the girl is kneeling, facing us. The presumed father figure is behind her, his cock seemingly buried in her young pussy. She appears to be in a state of ecstasy. The presumed mother and grandfather (her father in law?) stand together, to the side, watching. They have removed their clothing. The mother has her hand on the older man's large cock. She looks blissful. Naked, he looks powerful and very hard. From her hand? From watching his son take his granddaughter?

"Now what do we think about the relationships," Beri asks me. "Are they her real parents? Is he her real grandfather?"

I am not thinking clearly, I am in such a sexual rapture from what I see.

Beri takes away the photo and places a fourth one on the easel. Now the grandfather is above the girl in the missionary position, his cock in her, his eyes locked on hers. She is staring back at him, a look of what? Elation? Delirium? Now the mother is riding the father. She is in charge, but they both have their heads turned toward the daughter and the old man. Will he ejaculate in his beautiful granddaughter? Will she resist? Will they all be pleased? How will they act when the sex is finished? Go out for dinner? Prepare for other sexual configurations? Who would make the proposal and who would decide?

I was sitting next to Beri. He told me he could feel my excitement. He placed his hand on my leg as he asked me to describe my reactions to these particular photos. I told him that I was in a fever, drunk on the images and on my imagination. He moved his hand up my leg and began to finger me. I was very wet.

Beri asked me several questions. He did not hold back.

"Nora, what did you think about the older man? When the wife held him in her hand. When the granddaughter spread her legs for him. Were you thinking of him, imagining him as a sexual partner?"

I did not want to admit what I was feeling about that man and wondered why Beri started with him. I wanted to say what I felt but could not think of how.

"Say what you think, Nora. Were you sexually attracted to him?"

"I'm ashamed to say I am Beri. He seems like the strong one, the one in control, the one the others must respond to."

"How would you respond, Nora. If you were there. If he wanted you and told you so."

"I am embarrassed to say it Beri, but I know you want me to. I feel he would dominate me and I would not be able to resist that. I see his large cock hanging down. I am thinking about what it would be like if it was hard from his desiring me. I would handle it and suck it if he asked. I would lay down for him like the young girl and let him fuck me if he told me to. Even as an old man, he seems impossible to resist. Beri, I am horny thinking about it. I wish you could fuck me while I am thinking about him."

Beri did not respond. He said he would tell me later about the people and how he had brought them together. He asked me if he could put his mouth on my pussy, to offer me an orgasm before we went further. I was still in a trance from his photos. I welcomed his ardor and I was soon rewarded with a shuddering orgasm.

He asked me if I was prepared for one more series of photos, six of them, or would I rather wait till another time. I had not come down from my ecstasy. I wanted the photos. Maybe more sex could come later.

We remained sitting on the couch. He undressed me. Sitting with him in the near dark was nice. So he began with the second series. He stroked my sex again as he reached for a new set of photos.

The first photo was of two men and a woman, very attractive, well dressed, seated. In a contemporary house. We look through the glass wall at the rear, out over dunes with the ocean in the distance. Perhaps California. The assumed husband is leaning over to kiss his auburn haired wife, passionately. She in turn is holding the hand of a second man next to her.

In the second photo, she is naked, alive, now leaning back as the other man is leaning in, kissing her. Her legs are spread. Her husband is watching them kiss while he strokes her sex with one finger.

In the next photo she is kneeling on the floor leaning over her husband who now is on his back, flat on the couch. He is gazing lovingly into her eyes. She is smiling. It is as if they have been having a friendly chat. Her hand is on his cock. It appears she is lowering her mouth to envelop him. Her face reflects sublime contentment. But that is perhaps coming most from the other man who is kneeling on the floor behind her, fucking her. His face is twisted in the intensity of what he is feeling as he serves her. His cock is half way in her. But is it moving deeper in or part way pulling out? She is preparing to give head to her husband while claiming her own satisfaction from another source. Is he a regular frequent source of satisfaction for her or is this their first joining? Did the husband bring her this gift?

In the fourth photo, the three of them are seated again. Her mouth is open and filled with cum. One gob dripping on her chin. Her husband is beside her, his penis soft. Now she has her hand on the still hard cock of the other man next to her.

In the next photo her husband is gone. Her mouth is full again. The other man is next to her. His cock is soft.

In the final photo, all three are dressed again. Fresh after showering? Or is this another day entirely? They are seated together on the couch. A third man now stands behind them. Looking down at the three of them. The woman smiles up at him. Anticipation? What would a next photograph reveal. But this is the last one.

Again, I did not want to discuss the photos with Beri. I made obvious to him again the strong impact his photographs had on my sexual sensibilities.

"I find them exhilarating, Beri. They fire up my sexual desire. They energize me for sex. I feel so hungry and horny. Beri, I wish you could fuck me right now. I wish there was some stranger in the other room that you could bring in to screw me. I just want to spread my legs to someone who could give me a hard dick right now. I'd like you to watch and see what your photos do to me. Oh, I need a man here to fuck me. Or maybe two or three, one after another, like in your photographs."

Beri was taken aback by the extreme passion I was conveying in my outspoken and out of control comments. He put his arms around me and held me close as I slowly began to calm. And then he reached into a drawer next to the couch, removed a vibrator, dialed it to a high speed and held it on my sex as he kissed me. "You hold this Nora," he said. My pussy immediately responded to the strong vibrations and pleasure began to surge through me.

Then Beri reached again into the drawer, brought out a large black rubber dildo, and looked at me. "Nora, can you think of this as the stranger you desire. Let me use it to give you the hard fucking you said you need."

And in this way, given my lustful appetite, it was not surprising that in the next few minutes I experienced a series of powerful orgasms and then nearly collapsed into Beri's arms. We said almost nothing more to one another that night and I accepted his invitation to sleep in his spare bedroom for the night.

This ended Nora's sharing of sexual experiences from before we met. She did not say whether she ever saw Beri again or would like to now.

The sexual experiences Nora described left me with much to try to understand about her-- and to try to accept. I still need to better comprehend my wife's deepest, partially hidden from me until now, sexual predilections and needs and to consider how our relationship, and especially our sexual lives, might be enriched in the years ahead.