After getting a job in another country for a few months, my wife becomes the center of attention for a group of our friends who make it their goal to bring out the slut in her while I'm gone.
The Photo Op
We are a normal couple, married, no children. We live in a flat in Oakland Hills, California. We are dedicated to our work, our family and lifelong friends.
Sara, my wife whom I met in college, is a very nice, innocent and welcoming person. She always finds the positive side of everything and she thinks that there is no evil in the actions of others. Our friends and relatives tease her a lot since she believes everything they tell her. She has brown hair, blue eyes, 5’4” with a good-looking body in her older twenties. She has large breasts, with a pretty small waist and a round butt thanks to the fact that he loves to run and gets some exercise every day. She is not a gym freak, she is attractive and I love her.
As for me, my name is Nico, I'm average, I don't stand out at all. I am a lover of my wife and my friends and a slave to my work.
Our relationship in terms of sex is normal, we are almost routine, having sex once or twice a week. We don't do it much, but we do it intensely and we are both waiting for those breaks from my work to come so we can enjoy each other.
My boss called me into his office one day and offered the opportunity to take the next step in my career by getting a promotion. The tricky part is that I had to move to southern California for about 6 months to get some technical experience in my new job before I could do it on my own. Since It wasn’t too far from home, I thought the worst thing would be that I could only travel on the weekends to see my wife and liked the idea.
When I got home I discussed it with my wife and we weigh the pros and cons. Six months was not that long and being able to spend two days out of seven a week at home would make this change of workplace more bearable. While I was away, the company would give us an extra allowance so that my wife could be cared for by putting at our disposal a girl who would be at home doing housework 5 days a week. Sara was excited about the opportunity and told me she would probably start working part time for those 6 months so she could stay busy while I was gone. She had been offered a job with one of our best friends, Eva, who had a lingerie store in the city and her and her husband's business was doing quite well. With Sara's schedule from 10:00 a.m. to 2:00 p.m., she covered the whole morning, leaving her free time in the afternoons to dedicate to herself.
Sara and Eva were friends from a very young age and now they were like sisters, they have each other as confidants. Sara and I told each other everything, well, almost everything. There were things that Eva knew that neither I nor Eva's husband told us.
As I have mentioned, Sara is very innocent, and Eva took advantage of this by making Sara tell her all her intimacies and little secrets, something that she does not reciprocate. It was as if Eva had a special influence on Sara, perhaps because Sara had no malice in anything she said or did and Eva enjoyed playing with it.
In the end, due to the benefits and possibilities that the future opened up to us with that job change, we decided to accept it, but not before Sara took a few days to think about it, or, rather, to consult with Eva.
I communicated it to the company and they began to make all the preparations so that I could start as soon as possible. In the end, my destination was not more than a two-hour flight from my city and I would have every weekend to be with my family. This would be an important jump economically.
That night, after communicating my decision to the company, I went home and discussed it with Sara. She began to make plans for a new house, a new car, …… she began to spend what we still did not have and was very excited about. I noticed something strange, my wife was more affectionate than usual and we were both looking forward to going to bed. There was something special in Sara's eyes and I was intrigued. I went into the bathroom and after me, she went in. She was taking longer than usual and I started calling her. She didn't answer and I didn't want to insist.
Before long she opened the bathroom door and she came out in our room. I was completely paralyzed, I had never seen her so sensual and provocative, she seemed to me that I was dreaming. There she was standing in the doorway, the light from the bathroom lighting her up like a goddess. She was wearing stiletto heels that made her legs extremely long, dark gray stockings held up by a slightly lighter garter belt. Her black thong looked perfect, adjusting to her triangle as if it had been custom made. She could see a fine line of perfectly trimmed hair. Her bra, black with lace and transparencies that perfectly outlined her nipples, leaving nothing to the imagination. That bra lifted her breasts in such a way that they looked amazing. What left no doubt was the size of her breasts, voluptuous and fleshy. Around her neck, a small black cloth necklace that gave her a sublime touch.
I think I drooled when I saw her. Like a spring, my penis rose, standing firm before such a spectacle. I couldn't believe I was seeing my wife turned into a sex goddess.
She slowly walked towards me, swaying and sensually moving all her attributes. I was still paralyzed, I didn't react, only my erect penis gave signs that it was alive. I was sitting at the foot of the bed and she stood in front of me, with infinite patience she slowly began to pass her index finger over her panties, caressing her pussy. She went up to the top edge of it slowly inserting her finger. Through the transparency of her thong you could see how she ran through the small row of her hair trying to reach her clitoris. She gave a small sigh and began to climb her finger again, coming out of her thong and reaching her navel, where she amused herself by making circles until she began to do it again. She reached into her bra and started a little dance with her finger on her left nipple which was already hard. I was still stunned looking at her and my penis began to leak precum. She leaned forward a bit giving me a soft kiss on my mouth and we began to play with our tongues for a few moments. I didn't even want to touch her, I didn't want that image to change. Slowly she straightened up again and turned around. There was her little ass in front of my face. Her thong would only show the thread that came out that was hidden between her two cheeks. She spread her legs slightly and leaned forward, her breasts touching her knees. At that moment, her little asshole and her slit were clear to me, covered by a fine thread that did not cover much. She put a finger in her mouth and brought it to her little slit, stroking it slowly. From her slit it went to her ass and it stayed like that for a few seconds. Suddenly her sex began to get wet and she began to moan very softly. She was getting her first orgasm just from the show she was giving me.
I was about to explode. She turned around again, put her hand on my chest pushing me to lie down. She got down on her knees and grabbed the side elastics of my underwear and pulled them down. My penis jumped like a spring pointing to the ceiling. I've never had it so hard. There was more and more precum at the head. She took my penis with her hand, made two slow movements up and down, giving me small kisses with her mouth. I couldn't take it anymore, she was going to make me cum and I told her. She pushed my penis away from her face and brought it up to her tits. She didn't like sucking on it and if I cummed in her mouth, she was grossed out. My penis began to release jets of semen like she had never seen, it was a real river on her breasts and her neck.
Sara looked at me and smiled. Her eyes continued with a special shine, approaching my ear she whispered: "Now I'm back for more, I'm going to clean myself." She went to the bathroom closing the door and there I stayed lying on the bed, with my eyes looking at infinity and thinking “What happened?
I regained all my senses and waited impatiently for her to appear again. It was late again or so it seemed to me. The bathroom door finally opened and she went out again without turning off the light. She had changed and was now wearing a sheer white nightgown with nothing underneath, only her stilettos on.
Her breasts could be seen perfectly, moving as if they had a life of their own. Her nipples were perfectly marked and her slit could be seen without any problem, which seemed to be wet again.
She approached me, layed down next to me and told me "When I'm away and you miss me, I want this to be the image you have of me".
We kissed and began to run our hands over our bodies. I took off her nightgown and began to suck on her delicious tits that didn't fit in my hands. I knew that they are one of her points of greatest sensitivity and I was enjoying myself in them. She started to moan looking for my penis with her hands. When she found it and saw that it was hard she started to say, “put it in me, please. I need him inside of me." Without thinking twice, I got on top of her and inserted my penis into her slit starting with slow movements that increased until she began to tell me "I'm leaving, don't stop, don't stop". I couldn't take it anymore and I was about to cum. She grabbed my ass and started digging her nails into me, a sign that she was ready. At that moment, we both came wildly. My wife was having little seizures, which she had never seen before. Later, she calmed down, took a deep breath giving me a kiss and telling me she loved me. We fell asleep while holding each other.
The next morning, we woke up to go to work, and while we were in the bathroom I told her how incredibly beautiful and sexy she had been the night before. She told me that it had been her friend Eva's idea and that the clothes she was wearing were from her store.
I told her that I wouldn't mind if she did another lingerie show tonight, to which she replied that I should go to work and we'd see.
At mid-morning my boss called me to his office, told me to sit down because we had to talk. He was serious and I began to worry. He sat in front of me and looking into my eyes he told me. “Nico, we have been informed that one of the delegations in South America that gives us the most income has problems and its director has left. I know we told you to stay in the US, but I need you to change your destination and help us in South America to stabilize it while we look for a substitute”.
I was thoughtful. South America meant a 12-hour flight and I couldn't come home on the weekends.
My boss continued: "I know that the effort we ask of you is very great, and since you are very attached to your family, we would bear all the expenses so that they can be with you in South America." I thought about it again, it meant moving my wife, dragging them to a change of house, friends, life for something that could only last for a few months maybe just weeks. My boss continued: "Obviously, this change would also entail a different category and a higher salary on your return." I stared at him and he told me: "Talk about it at home and tomorrow you'll give me an answer."
When I got home I told Sara. She remained thoughtful and she only asked how often can you come home? Will it be every week? I silently thought until I finally answered: “No, I would come once every two or three months, it depends on the work and the meetings”. She just said, "That's a lot, that's a lot." I told her to think about the future, that it would be a few months but that from that moment on our social position would change for the better. That the effort was worth it. She went into our room and started crying. It was a sad night for everyone.
The next morning when I got up, opening a closet to take out my clothes, I saw a bag on the floor with what looked like a bra sticking out of it. I inspected it quietly and saw that it was underwear from Eva's store that she had brought back to do a lingerie show again. Just thinking about it made me very horny. When I was taking a shower, I had no choice but to jerk off thinking about those moves and the first night she did that lingerie show in our room.
I told the office that I agreed to go to South America and they prepared everything for me to leave as soon as possible. The company sent several girls home so that my wife could decide which of them she would stay to help her with all the household chores. My plane was leaving the next day so there was hardly any time left to prepare everything I needed.
Once at home between preparing suitcases for at least 3 months, arranging all the banking and payment issues so that my wife would not have problems, talking with friends and family. Time ran out on us and we were exhausted when we went to bed. I would go on a trip and have no chance to make love to my wife.
The next day, Eva and her husband Manolo came to pick us up at home to take me to the airport with my wife so that I wouldn't go alone. Sara didn't like to drive, and what little she did was from home to her friend Eva's store and back home. Already at the airport, both Eva and Manolo were very attentive and brought in my wife Sara, knowing that I was having a bad time saying goodbye to her. I saw the three of them walk away, one on each side of Sara holding her hand and consoling her. It was a very hard moment for me.
After a 12-hour flight, I finally reached my destination. A company car was waiting for me and took me to what would be my new home for a few months. I settled in and some very intense days passed in which I could hardly talk to my wife because of the time changes, when I got up she ate, and when I ate, she already had dinner. Even though it was just a few hours, it made it harder. At night, when I went to bed exhausted, I always had my wife on my mind, and especially that night when she did the underwear show for me.
Friday finally arrived and at her lunchtime, when I had dinner, I was able to spend more time with her and talk to her. During the conversation, after talking about everything for a bit, we focused on the two of us. I told her how I felt the night she put on the lingerie and how I missed her. I asked her to stay in her underwear and send me a photo. She was responsive and even though it wasn't a sexy outfit, I got a horny and started masturbating, seeing her photo and with her on the phone I started telling her to touch herself while we talked. She was embarrassed, she didn't want to do it, but in the end she gave in and started masturbating too.
She had a hard time telling me that she was doing it, but she started getting hornier and she began to narrate it, telling me that she was pinching her nipples with one hand and with the other she was touching her little slit very slowly. Then she began to insert a finger and move them slowly. She put in a second speeding up the movement. I was a getting there just getting the idea of what was happening.
She massaged her tits and with both of her hands, one rubbed the clitoris and with the other she put her two fingers at high speed. I heard her moan louder and louder until she gasped. She was cumming. I couldn't take it anymore and I began to ejaculate in a wild way, cumming all over my belly. I had already finished and she was still moaning, she was reaching a second orgasm. It was the first time I was aware that she had masturbated. Later, with calmer breathing, she told me “god, it was brutal. What are we going to do all this time that we will be apart?
She had doubts about the trip and started telling me that she was afraid that I would look for another woman to comfort me during this time. I told her not to worry that we would find a way to keep having sex from a distance.
Calmer now, she told me that the next day our friends, three married couples apart from us who always go out together, had told her to go out with them to dinner and have a drink, but she told them that she would not go out without me. I rebuked her telling her that she had to have fun and go out, that there would be time when I came back for me to go too. So I made her promise that she would call Eva and tell her that she would come over for dinner and drinks as well.
We said goodbye after more than an hour and a half of conversation and we agreed to talk the next day when I woke up. I would try to sleep as much as I could to get rid of the tiredness of the trip and the hard days of work.
When I woke up it was eleven in the morning. I looked at my cell phone and saw that she had sent me some photos. It was her dressed in other sets of lingerie. The photos didn't look good since she took them against the mirror at home and they weren't as clear as I wanted them to be. She looked amazing, sexy and gorgeous. My dick got completely stiff from seeing her. I had no choice but to jerk off.
I called her and told her my reaction to the photos she had sent me. She told me not to worry that the lingerie was chosen by Eva and it was from the store, that she put it on, took some photos and returned it. That there was a lot more to try on and that she would send me a new outfit every day. I got excited thinking that I would receive new photos every day. Lost in my thoughts, in a moment of lucidity I said to myself: “That Eva helped her choose it?”. So I asked my wife about this and she told me that Eva knew it, that it was Eva who convinced her and gave her instructions that she had to do the famous night of the lingerie show. That there were no secrets between them and they told each other everything. I commented to my wife that, instead of taking photos with her cell phone, she could take them with the digital camera that was at home just for better quality.
Before leaving for dinner with our friends we talked again and she told me that she had tried to do them with the camera but that she couldn't. I told her that surely one of our friends could explain how to use it. She said no way, that she didn't want to explain the use of the camera. We agreed that when she got home after dinner she would text me to let me know that everything was okay.
All night my friends were sending me photos of dinner and drinks, telling me that they missed me. Sara was in all of them and she was beautiful. One of the last messages that arrived around half past one AM was a small video of Eva and Sara telling me that they loved me very much and not to worry. They both looked a little drunk and very happy. At three in the morning from Cali I got a message from Sara telling me that she had come home.
She called me and it took a while to pick up the phone. I could tell she was a little drunk and her speech was slurred. She told me that she had a great time. I told her to tell me what they had done and she began to explain every detail: “Eva and Manolo picked me up at home at nine. Before that, with the lingerie I was wearing I was trying to take photos, but there was no way. Shitty camera” this surprised me, she doesn't talk like that, it must be because of how drunk she was. She went on to say “We arrived at the restaurant and the rest of our friends had already arrived, Maria, Marcos, Ana and Pedro.
During dinner Eva did nothing but toast with me, I don't know how many toasts we both did. I saw that my glass was emptied and refilled immediately, but Eva's took longer to empty. Already in the restaurant she noticed me a little dizzy, but she was so happy that I didn't care. After dinner we went to a club to have a drink and dance for a while to wash off dinner. We sat down to have a drink and Manolo, Eva's husband asked me to go dancing. At that time they had put on slow songs and after the wine and the glass I felt like I was floating” when Sara told me this, I remembered how badly she handles alcohol and how quickly she gets drunk when she drinks, which leads her to lose inhibitions and be more crazy.
She continued telling me: “Manolo approached me and I felt my body against his. At first I was a little embarrassed because of what Eva might think and because I felt how my boobs were crushing against his chest, but when he started talking to me and telling me not to worry about how long you were gonna be away, that they would take care me, I calmed down and rested my head on his shoulder thanking him. I felt how he breathed close to my neck and you know how I like that. We were so close I noticed a lump in my belly that grew while we were stuck, but I didn't give it more importance thinking that it would be the mobile and that we were so close because he wanted me to be happy "
I couldn't believe what she was telling me. I already commented that Sara is very innocent and that she does not see evil in anything that people do, but this was telling me that she was getting felt up by manolo. If she hadn't been so drunk, I'm sure she wouldn't have told me. She went on to say: “When the song was finished we sat down and it was Pedro who asked me to dance. I'm sure they did it so I wouldn't feel alone. Pedro, like Manolo, held on tight to me, he could feel how my boobs were also crushing against his chest, and like Manolo, they did it to give me affection. I rested my head on Pedro's chest and we continued dancing. Pedro began to whisper in my ear telling me not to worry about these months, that they would be there for anything I needed. While he was talking to me he gave me the feeling that he was biting my earlobe, and you already know that I love it and it turns me on like crazy, but I thought it was because he was talking to me and being so close it happened by chance.” I thought, yes by chance my ass. That is no accident. I started to touch my dick through my pants. I was getting horny what Sara was telling me and how she was describing the details.
He continued saying: “Then it happened just like with Manolo, I felt a lump growing between my stomach and Pedro's pelvis. I commented to Pedro that they could have left the cell phone on the table, that it was uncomfortable to dance having it between the two of us. Pedro looked me in the eye and laughed, but I couldn't find the humor in what I said. We finished dancing and sat down. I already had another drink on the table and with all the dancing and how hot I was getting, I was very thirsty, and drank half the glass. It didn't take Marcos two minutes to ask me to dance again so we headed to the dance floor, I was in front of him and he slapped me on the butt, I turned my head and smiled at him thinking that he treated me as affectionately as he did Maria, his wife who he normally gave those slaps. Like Manolo and Pedro, he was very close to me. I was delighted with the signs of affection that the three had towards me. And he whispered in my ear again to call him at any time and for whatever, that he would do anything so that I wouldn't miss anything. Then he started giving me little kisses on the neck and patting me on my bum. How affectionate he was with me and how grateful I was for his friendship. To all this, again the damn mobile between Marcos and me. What a mania these men have to always carry them with them, I thought.” When Sara told me this, I had no choice but to pull out my cock and start jerking off. The three of them had gotten horny dancing with her and she was innocent enough she thought it was a cell phone.
She continued saying “We went to the table and when we arrived I gave each of them a kiss telling them how good they were to me and how much I loved them. I finished the glass and two minutes later I had a new glass on the table. We all talked and had fun. I think the drinks had an effect on me because there was a moment when I couldn’t stop laughing. The music changed from slow to upbeat and made me want to dance. I was having a great time. I mentioned this to Eva and she told me to accompany her to the bathrooms before we danced.
At that time we made the video that I sent you. We were in the bathroom and Eva told me that she was going to take off her bra, that if we danced to upbeat music she would get very hot and that way she would be cooler and not sweat so much. She then pointed to my boobs and she told me to do the same. I told her no since she could do it with the size of her breasts, but with the size of mine it was going to be a show. She told me that I was wearing a wide blouse and it would not be noticed that I was not wearing a bra, that if I had wore a top or something tight it would be a show, but with my blouse, nobody would notice, only she and I would know. I think because of how drunk I was, I took it off, putting it in Eva's bag, which was bigger than mine. The truth is that I was much more comfortable, but I noticed when walking how my boobs moved too freely. I thought if I didn't move a lot, it wouldn't show. We went back to the table and Eva made a victory thumb gesture lifting her bag, I thought it was because we had finally managed to get out of the bathroom and I made the same gesture. The others laughed and applauded heartily.
By that time I had already cum with what Sara had told me, but I couldn't stop jerking off. I'm sure the whole group agreed with Eva for my wife to take off her bra and that's why the applause. I imagined her with those big tits without a bra jumping everywhere.
Sara continued: “Now everyone on the dance floor danced with each other. Both guys and girls were dancing sensually and having fun. The truth is that I thanked them for how affectionate they were with me and the signs they gave me of this affection. At one point, Eva and María began to dance very close to me, one from the front and the other from behind, both of them grabbing my hips, sticking their pelvises to mine and to my ass and making the three of us move in unison. I was loving it. Eva and Maria got off and Marcos and Pedro took their place, also sticking their pelvis to me and grabbing my hips. Well, Marcos, who was in front, grabbed my bum. I thought that since Pedro had his hands on my hips, Marcos couldn't put them on and that's why he lowered them to my bum. I was a little embarrassed because my boobs were glued to Marcos and not having a bra, I noticed how his chest rubbed my nipples. Pedro, who was behind me, hugged me at the height of my stomach, raising his arms a little. My boobs, not having anything to hold them, rose from the pressure of Pedro's arms from below. I looked down at my boobs and saw them wanting to come out of my blouse. Marcos began to rub his chest against my boobs and my nipples began to stand out. I was very embarrassed and I let go of Pedro and Marcos, going back to dancing alone. They must not have noticed because each one continued to dance by his side as if nothing had happened.
What bastards, they were groping her and here I am, more than ten thousand kilometers away.
Sara continued: “We sat down to have a drink and went back to the dance floor. They made me a circle and left me in the center. It was clear that they wanted me to have a good time and that is why they gave me all their attention and affection. I started to move sexy and they applauded me and cheered me on to continue. I was having a great time. In those moments, darling, I think I even forgot about you (hahaha).
Eva stood behind me and while she whispered in my ear if I was having a good time, I saw how she unbuttoned a button on my blouse. When I saw her I wanted to stop her, but she told me that I was not a nun, that for a button nothing would be seen and that I looked like I was seventy years old as covered as I was. I left it like that and the others came back to cheer me on, all dancing like crazy. At first I did nothing more than look at the unbuttoned button, since it allowed me to see my cleavage better, but after a while I forgot about it and continued dancing. Maria, she stood behind me, she took her arms and raised them behind my head, swaying with me. I think that everyone liked how we danced because they began to cheer and applaud intensely. I smiled at them and let María continue dancing like that with me”, the two with their arms raised and holding hands. When she told me this I couldn't help but think "they will be bastards too". They were all in agreement for Sara to move her big tits.
Sara continued: “Then Eva stood in front of me and began to dance, putting her hands on my head, and moving down my face, my neck, my boobs to my tummy to the rhythm. Then she went back up slowly. I thought Eva was totally wasted and she didn't realize what she was doing. She finished dancing so suggestively with me and María and Eva let me dance alone again. Then Eva, María and Ana all three began to dance to the same rhythm and making the same gestures. I joined them. We raised our arms, lowered them, leaned our bodies forward by moving our shoulders, moved our bums, bent down, threw our heads and trunks backwards, and so on over and over again.
The truth is that we were like this for a long time. Meanwhile, the boys in front of us laughed and clapped. When we finished dancing and went to sit down, I realized that not only did I have the button that Eva had unbuttoned, but I had another one that showed too much of my boobs."
And I, on the other side of the continent, jerking off at full speed, thought, "Eva is so bad." Surely when they were dancing while Sara had her arms held up by María, Eva had unbuttoned her button when walking over her body and that's why they did that suggestive dance, bending down and getting up. The show of boobs that Sara must have given during the dance must have made the three husbands horny.
Sara said again: “we finished the drinks and we all left the club. On the street we said goodbye giving each other affectionate hugs and kisses. Eva and Manolo took me home in their car. Before arriving, I told Eva about the problem I had with the camera and she told me that if I wanted, she would take the photos with her camera since she was the one who took the photos of the girls for the posters of the store.
She told me that tomorrow, Saturday afternoon, after closing the store, I should go to her house and that she would bring some outfits for the photos. I thanked her and she went home. When I got home and took off my clothes, I noticed that I had my panties soaked. It must have been from the heat in the disco and from the sweat. And that's all that happened."
She told me that she was tired and that we should talk the next day. I finished my handjob with enormous excitement thinking about everything Sara had told me.
I could not sleep. I had mixedfeelings. I was excited about what had happened, but I also felt bad about it. I didn't understand what was going on in my head. Before going to sleep I just thought that our friends had taken advantage of her and I'm sure it was all Eva's idea. But, they were my friends as well and maybe they really just wanted her to have a good time.
The next day, I checked the messages on my mobile and there was one from Sara saying good morning. I also looked at the mail and saw an email from an address that I did not know, it was from Gmail and the user had a very strange name of letters and numbers.
Inside the email it only said: "you have to see it" and below it an access to a folder in the cloud with the date of the previous day. Curiosity made me open the folder and there was a video. I pressed to open and the four girls appeared dancing in the club as Sara told me. The four of them were dancing in unison and I could see how Sara's boobs were moving uncontrollably. Given the size, and although the blouse was wide, they left no doubt of their immensity. The buttons were undone to the middle of the blouse, allowing a large part of her tits to be seen. When they leaned forward, they were seen dangling through the unbuttoned buttons of the blouse. When she leaned back, the size and the nipples that were like stones were perfectly marked.
I didn't know who had made the video and I didn't know who had sent it. I replied to the mail asking "Who are you?". Thinking it was one of my three friends.
I watched the video again in case I found any other details. I was able to verify that Eva, María and Ana did not lose any detail of my wife's boobs while they danced with her. They were all complicit in what happened at the club. I could also see Sara's happy face and how much fun she was having, oblivious to what her friends were up to.
I called Sara and she had just eaten. We were talking about her day and after a while I asked her again about the night before. Sara told me that when she got up in the morning she felt bad about two things, how much alcohol she had and how much she enjoyed it while I was away and alone. I asked her what plans she had for that afternoon and she told me that she had arranged to meet Eva at the store and then go to her house and take pictures for me. I told her that I was impatient to have them and she told me to be patient that I would love them.
At about eleven o'clock at night in Cali I was surprised that Sara had not contacted me or sent me any message. I was asleep when about one o'clock in the morning I finally started getting messages from Sara. They were the photos Eva had taken of her. In the end, a message arrived telling me that when she got home she would call me and that she would send me more photos that those weren't the only ones.
I started looking at the photos and they were incredible. They looked like studio photos, well lit and the quality was great. It was clear that they had not used a cell phone camera. Seeing them, I jerked off while I waited for Sara to get home so I could talk to her and especially because of the intrigue of those new photos that I hadn't sent yet.
I haven't heard from Sara since one o'clock. I was surprised it took so long to get home. I sent her several messages, but no response. At about three in the morning, she sent me a new message telling me that she was leaving Eva's house at that moment, that we would talk when she got home. After half an hour I received a call from her: "Hello honey, did you like the photos?" I told her that I had loved them, that she should tell me about each one of them.
Sara began to narrate: “I arrived at the store and Eva had already chosen two beautiful models, I insisted that she show them to me, but she told me that I would see them at home. We went to her house and went to the living room. There was Manolo who gave me two kisses and asked me if I wanted to have something to drink. I told him that I had had enough the night before. Eva went to prepare the cameras. She told me that we would take the photos in her room. She was saying it for Manolo, and he, taking the hint, insisted that he could also take photos and that Sara would then be the one to choose the best one. Sara gave him a killer look and Manolo backed off saying that it was okay, that he would stay watching TV while we took the photos. ”
She went on to say, “We went into the bedroom and what Eva had prepared was a whole study. There were three lights and two cameras. I told her that it was to take three photos and that's it, that she didn't have to have prepared all that. Eva said that what is well done, looks best. She indicated that I could change behind the screen that she had put up for the occasion. That she had also put a mirror and a spotlight so that I could see myself”.
Sara continued: “I put on my underwear and Eva was taking my photos. They are the ones I sent you. Did you like them?". I replied to Sara that I had loved them, that she was very sexy and that she looked incredibly pretty. That with them I was going to kill myself beating my meat. She laughed and told me I was a brute. I asked her about the photos that she would send me when she got home and she replied, oh, I'll send them to you. I waited impatiently and saw that it was a photo in a bathing suit. It was a one-piece swimsuit with an opening at the navel. There was nothing special about it, especially after the photos in lingerie. I asked her why it had taken two hours for one photo in a bathing suit, to which she replied after a short silence: “well we were just hanging out talking”.
When I woke up I had a leisurely breakfast and checked my messages. Once again I had a message from the unknown person's mail. They answered the question I asked and told me "someone who loves you" and put a link to a folder again. I accessed the folder and there were about 300 photos and 3 videos. I saw the first photos and they were like the ones Sara had shown me.
I didn't think about it and opened the first video. You could see Eva's room, you could see the spotlights and the screen. My wife appeared in the middle of the scene. She was dressed in jeans and a white shirt. Eva was heard to say, I have put a screen with a mirror and a spotlight for you to change and you can get ready with each outfit first. Eva's hand was seen giving my wife her underwear to put on. Sara went behind the screen so she could change. Eva then said that she would turn off the heat sources and leave only a small light while Sara changed. The lights went out and then I realized why the screen. My wife's silhouette could be seen perfectly: she was taking off her shirt and Sara's silhouette and actions could be seen perfectly with amazing clarity. When she took off her blouse, her big tits were perfectly drawn, still held by her bra. She lowered her pants and her almost naked body was perfectly visible. Taking off her bra. They looked perfectly outlined, moving to the sides. Sara bent her back to pull down her panties. Her boobs were left hanging, giving an incredible show. They moved in unison like two bells. I don't know what made me more horny, seeing her live or through the screen. Then she put on the first set of lingerie and came out from behind the screen.
Eva turned on the lights and told her where to stand. She told her to raise her head, bend a leg a little, and she started taking a few photos where you could see my wife standing up looking straight at the camera.
She was beautiful in the video, she looked a little nervous, but Eva calmed her down. The lingerie set she was wearing was gorgeous and she wore it to perfection. She had a red bra with semi-transparent cups that showed her nipples and areolas, she wore red stockings matching a garter belt of the same color. A red thong and stilettos of the same color completed the outfit. Spectacular she looked.
Then Eva was heard to say that they would change their position. For her to kneel on the floor with her legs apart and for her to sit on her heels. Sara did it, but she protested saying that her slit was showing too much, being so open. She didn't like that posture. Eva told her that she would take some photos and that later, if she didn't like it, she would delete them. That they had to try because that way they would find the most erotic between the two. Eva told her to stop worrying that it would be her, Sara, who would decide which photos were deleted and which were not. It seems that this reassured Sara that she began to put herself in the positions that Eva indicated.
He told her: “Raise your hands to the back of your neck, turn around a bit, lower your hands to your waist, lie down and put your hands on your head, and she kept her like that for a long time taking photos of her. Then Eva gave Sara another set of lingerie to change into.
Sara went behind the screen, Eva turned off the spotlights and Sara's figure could be seen perfectly changing. As she put it on, Sara commented that she thought that set was a bit too slutty. That she wouldn't take pictures with it, that she would look like a whore. Eva told her to put on all the pieces and go out. When she came out it was amazing. It was the second lingerie set that Sara had previously sent me. As before, Eva began to tell her how she should wear, how to position herself and so she was taking a few photos of her. Eva told Sara to take off her robe, to which Sara indicated that she didn't want to, that it was an outfit that was too outrageous for her.
Eva reminded her again that the photos she didn't like would be deleted. When Sara took off her robe I was stunned. Those photos were not sent to me. She was wearing a completely transparent bra that held her breasts by means of triangular edges on the cups. The edges were no more than an inch long, leaving her large tits fully exposed. Sara complained saying that she didn't want to take photos like that, to which Eva replied that she seemed like a prude, that she would only see her husband's photos if she wanted to send them to him.
Eva began to put my wife in compromising positions, tilting her breasts forward where her boobs stood out imposingly, putting her on all fours facing the camera, making her move sideways, swinging her boobs like bells and taking lots of photos. In this Eva told her that they were stopping for a few seconds, ending the video.
I was going crazy and my excitement was tremendous. I could see how Eva handled my wife as she wanted. Why did they record this video? Who had she sent it to? Did all our friends have it?
Without thinking about it, I put the second video, in which Sara appeared with a bathrobe and Eva indicating to Manolo that she could come in. Manolo left some drinks on a small table for the girls to have a drink. Manolo asked Eva if he could stay to help, to which Eva told him a dry “Get out”.
Eva brought a drink to my wife, previously pouring a few drops on it. She told her that this would relax her that she seemed a little nervous. I thought “What the hell drops has she given her? What effect will they have? Everything indicated that Eva wanted to take advantage of my wife. The two started talking about random things. I think Eva was waiting for the drops to take effect.
After a few minutes, Sara began to fan herself with her hand, saying that it was a little hot, to which Eva told her that it was probably the bathrobe, which is very thick, that she should take it off. This is what Sara did, going back to wearing that lingerie that was not transparent, it was that there was hardly any fabric anywhere. Eva returned to the photos where she was telling Sara how to position. Raise your arms, cover your breasts. Cup your boobs with your hands. Lay on your back…. At that moment I was completely shocked. The thong that Sara was wearing came out of her slit with two threads that each ran through a cheek of her ass. There was no thread running up the center of her bum. I thought: "What was that thong covering then?" Eva continued indicating: slightly turn your head to the left, open your legs a little more, bend over without bending your legs. At that moment, the camera could be heard smoking as it fired shots. I looked at the video, and in the position that Sara was showing her ass, with that thong that did not cover anything, you could see her asshole and her little slit, which was starting to lubricate and looked wet. Eva told her not to move and approaching her ass, she began to take close-ups of her anus and her little slit.
She then asked Sara to lie down, taking new photos. She told him to spread her legs as wide as she could without bending them. Sara did not protest, she obeyed what Eva asked for and she let herself be done. Eva told her to take off her thong very slowly, to which Sara told her no, that was already pornography. Eva did not insist and told her that for the moment they had finished with the lingerie. Now she wanted to try on some swimsuits and bikinis, to which Sara agreed.
Eva gave her a swimsuit. It's the one I had seen in the photo Sara sent me. She went behind the screen and the lights went out again, seeing how the figure of my wife was reflected. When Sara took off her lingerie, she could see through the shadows of the screen how my wife was rubbing her tits. She was horny and it must have been the drops Eva gave her. She can also see in the video how my wife lowers her hand to her slit and begins to rub it. Eva indicates to my wife that she is going to the kitchen, making noise with the door, but she remains inside the room in silence waiting for Sara to finish. Sara's figure is noted to begin to convulse and small moans are heard. Sara was cumming.
Eva pretends to go back to the room asking her if she has already put on her swimsuit. Sara appears with it on and Eva begins to take photos without much enthusiasm. She gives her another swimsuit and tells her that she had better wear this one, because she doesn't like the one she is wearing.
Sara takes off her swimsuit and when she goes to put on the new one, she tells Eva that she's not even crazy about wearing that. Eva begins to tell her old-fashioned, palette, nun, that this is for your husband, that he will be alone and with this he will console himself, and so on for a long time. In the end Sara agrees and puts it on. When she came out she froze me. The bikini, to call it something, was a tiny Brazilian panty and the top part was two tiny triangles that barely covered her nipples. It had a green color, almost fluorescent. I got a boner when I saw her. Sara had not sent me a photo of this set. The truth is that she was tremendous. She left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Coming out from behind the screen, her boobs could be seen moving without any kind of restraint. Those triangles only covered, they did not hold.
I think even Eva got horny, she was silent for a long time. Finally she reacted indicating to Sara new positions that Sara began to put. She said, "Lie on your stomach and put your arms straight above your head." At that moment, Sara's boobs were sticking out on the sides of her body giving a very erotic image. She said again: "Turn around", leaving her boobs scattered over her body. Here the triangles were worthless since they couldn't contain such volume, leaving her nipples out of them and leaving her boobs on display. Sara didn't seem to care anymore, she obeyed her without hesitation. Get on all fours showing me your little ass. Again that impressive ass covered by a tiny thread that was hidden between her buttocks. “Open your legs a little, more, more, like this” said Eva. Sara had her anus and slit fully exposed again. Then Eva said "touch your slit". Sarah froze. She didn't say anything, but neither did she. Eva repeated it again: “touch your pussy”. Sara very slowly began to touch her slit with a finger very slowly. Eva already knew that she had it where she wanted it.
That's right, Eva said, slowly, move the thread of your panties away, to which Sara did without saying anything. So she had her playing for a while until Eva saw that she could start cumming any time, to which she asked her to rest. The second video ended.
I put the end of the video back on and had a huge handjob.
Clicked on the third video and Sara was seen again with the bathrobe and with a big smile. She seemed like she was in another world. What drops did Eva give her?
Eva was calling her husband, Manolo. He entered the room and Eva told him that she needed his help. That she wanted to take some photos as if they were on the beach, that she only had Sara and the photos would be better if there was someone else. Upon hearing this, Sara said no, not to mention what Eva said again what she had given such good results before, you're a bad wife, nun, think of your husband, etc.
Manolo went to the bathroom and appeared in a floral shorts swimsuit. Eva told Sara to take off her bathrobe, which Sara did slowly and with great embarrassment. Manolo's reaction to seeing her in that bikini was immediate.
Eva commented that they should not worry that the photos would be very professional and that Sara could always delete them if she wanted. She started asking them to get into different very normal postures. Manolo stand in front of you with your arms crossed, and your Sara puts your arm on his shoulder and you both look at the camera. Still looking straight ahead, Manolo runs a hand around Sara's waist. Now lay back to back and look at the camera. Now the same, but looking forward. At the moment, all the postures were normal and Sara, although embarrassed, did them. I hoped that Eva would take the step and ask for a compromised position, as it happened. Face each other and you Sara, put your hands around Manolo's neck, and your Manolo, put your arms around Sara's waist and both look at the camera with your heads together.
Sara was slow to take this position, although in the end she accepted. Her tits were glued to Manolo's chest only separated by a tiny piece of cloth that was making her hornier. The following posture, without moving, but looking at each other. Sara separated her pelvis a little because she noticed a lump at the height of her belly and it was clear that it was not a phone.
Eva wanted to force the situation, but she knew that the moment Sara said she wasn't going to continue, taking photos and videos could be over forever, so she thought it best to end the photo session.
Manolo protested, but Sara thanked him, showing Eva a smile.
I was a extra horny, it was the first time I saw Sara with another man, and although they were dressed, well, half dressed, I had been very excited. I didn't know whether to kill Sara or eat her with kisses. It was a very strange feeling. Would I really like to see Sara with someone else? I think she wouldn't take it.
The video ended and I stared at the photos. Eva did not delete any. There were some unbeatable close-ups of my wife's pussy. I turned to masturbate like a possessed man watching them.
When I woke up, the first thing I did is copy all the files that were in the cloud to my computer, lest my mysterious friend delete them. Then I saw the Sara and Manolo scene again and jerked off. Then, with confused thoughts, I called my wife.
Sara on the other end of the phone said "hello my love, how are you?" I noticed that this voice was not Sara's usual voice. Trying not to show anything, I told her: "You'll tell me in detail how Eva took the photos for you. You were there for almost four hours." There was a silence and Sara commented. "Yes, of course. But most of the time we were talking". I thought to myself: "she must be a slut, she says she was talking, if you were rubbing it with Manolo!" I replied: "surely there was something interesting that you did that could make me horny ", to which she replied "no, it was all very calm and normal. Eva took 10 or 12 photos of me and she's done". I thought:" 10 or 12 says the bitch, if there were more than 300! when you think to make more to send them to me. I'm looking forward".
There was a silence and he said: "I don't know, don't you get bored with the photos? But if you want I'll take more tomorrow at the store. We'll do them with the cell phone in the warehouse if Eva wants. I said: "ok, but let her know before lest you can't make them in the store". To which she replied: "if we can't, I'll make them myself at home" to which he told her "no, no, they look very bad".
We changed the subject and were talking about everyday things. I kept noticing her weird. This is not the usual Sara. Since it was Sunday, I called her again at night and asked her if she had talked to Eva, to which she replied that yes, we would take the photos in the store at lunchtime, since it would be closed.