I 'd not seen any real porn until Rob brought some videos place from work one day. We watched them before going to bed, and I found them so very energize, and our play afterwards was so lustful and intense.
'' Of grade there 's slews of this material on the net, '' Rob had told me when we talked about it the next day. He opened up his laptop computer, and in a coupe of minutes had a porno video acting. It was obvious that he had known exactly where to go, and I could see that he 'd done this before.
Again, we got quite worked up watching all of the shtup and sucking going on.
The TV finished, and Rob casually mentioned that there were mint of pic too. He manipulated the computer mouse and in a moment had lists of photos displayed in thumbnail form.
He scrolled down, looking at the various headings. `` We 'll have a look at this one '', he said, clicking on the heading, `` Me and my trollop Wife, '' and then clicking on each thumbnail in tour, to take up the photograph full size.
The pic were obviously amateurish, and each one displayed a woman, totally naked, and in the most break and adult affectedness, and in some with a man fucking her or being sucked.
I commented that `` surely she is n't the man 's wife, '' but Rob seemed to think that she probably was.
'' Well he ca n't do it her often, if he shows her off like that, '' I answered.
'' Oh, some guys like to point their wife, because they do screw them, and they 're so majestic of them that they like to degrade them in that way, '' Rob replied.
That set us off arguing the full stop, but in the end, after showing me lots of the same sort of photo from various guy, he convinced me that it really did bechance. `` Well all I can say is that I 'm sword lily you 're not like that, '' I said.
Rob laughed and replied, `` you 'd look so honest in those variety of photos, and I 'd be so very proud of you. ``
I took this as teasing and gave him a playful smack. No more was said of it, and Rob closed the computer.

That night, Rob seemed eager to go to bed betimes, and as soon as we were, we began kissing and cuddling, and soon we were in the 69 emplacement with Rob exploring my wet kitty with his fingers, and at the same meter licking me deliciously. For my part I was sucking deeply and lovingly on his hard cock, while all the metre teasing it to the utmost with the dexterous working of my tongue all around his cock-head.
We were both panting as our bodies heaved sensually on the bed and we sucked and licked at each other, but then Rob stopped and propped himself up on his elbows to see me devouring his hard, pulsing cock as I slurped my mouth and lips over it, sucking, licking, tonguing it lovingly and lustfully.
'' Ooo, would n't you look just fabulous in photos of you doing this and displayed on that sex land site, '' Rob said in a tone that was filled with lust and desire.
I would have exclaimed, `` no way, '' but I was enjoying prick sucking too much, and all I did was calculate up at my husband without a word.
Maybe my silence, other than the flaccid sucking and slurping sounds of my natural language and lips sliding over his cock, encouraged Rob to go further.
'' God ! I 'd be so proud to have guys lusting over you and stroking themselves up while they looked at you, '' he almost drooled.
This was too much for me, and I just had to say something. I slid my rima oris from my husband 's pecker. `` You could n't, '' I exclaimed, `` what if soul we knew saw me ! ``
As soon as I 'd said this, I realized that I had n't shunned away from being seen in a adult affectation by 100 of obscure men, but rather my fear that I might be recognized by individual who knew me. This realization in bout told me that in fact the idea thrilled me and filled me with lustful agitation. I nevertheless continued to resist Rob 's prod, and he soon dropped the field of study and we got back to our sex-play but all of the time I found that I could n't put the mind of being displayed on the net, out of my mind.

One way an another, over the next few days, we never got back to the subject of the internet. It was Fri Night after dinner that Rob opened up his lap-top again, and he soon called me over to look at some porn. It was the Saame sex web site as before, and we looked at a video and then Rob went to the photos section, and in the search box entered `` wife. ``
I felt a twinge of excitement, knowing that he was heading in that direction for one reason only, and that was to try to urge me on to let him do it.
Surprisingly, Rob seemed to select fairly mild exposure sets to view, and then came to one of a charwoman posing suggestively but dressed in aphrodisiac bra and pantie. `` She looks sexy, even though not showing anything, '' Rob laughed.
'' Yes, '' was all that I commented in response, not sure what focal point this was heading.
That focusing immediately became apparent ; `` she should have been wearing something like that little baby-doll nightie that you 've got ; that looks so super-sexy, '' Rob said in a slightly provisional way.
We continued looking at photos, with Rob making the odd suggestive foray, but it never went anywhere, and eventually we stopped to watch a picture show on TV.
Later, when we were getting ready for bed, I went to the drawer to get a gown, and purely on the spur of the instant, took out the baby-doll nightie that Rob had mentioned. I was just putting it on when Rob came from the bathroom. His face visibly lit up when he saw what I was wearing. `` You look so, so sexy in that little matter, '' he beamed.
The nightie is a tiny petty thing of soft-pink with a darker pinko veiling ruffle trimming. Sleeveless of line, with a plunging neckline to a single cosmic string tie just below the bust tune. The rumple hem line cultivation at the hips, leaving slit and the impertinence of my tail in opinion and only covered with an almost G-string sized pair of matching panties.
Rob wrapped me in his weapons system and we kissed passionately for some slight time.
Finally releasing me from his hug, Rob said, in a spokesperson made slightly husky by his eager prevision and excitement, `` wait and I 'll get the television camera. ``
I sat on the edge of the bed, almost trembling. Would I or would n't I. On the one paw I was so worked up and sexy feeling at the thinking, but on the other I knew that there was no way I should give in to what my hubby wanted.
I had no metre to cerebrate about it, as Rob was back in a 2nd, and already setting the camera. The camera flashed several clip as he took photos from different angles. I did n't shy from his photo taking, and he became more bold. `` Lay back on the pillows - that 's right - straighten this leg - bring this leg up a bit - look aphrodisiac - pout your mouth a little - lips parted - that 's it - perfect - so aphrodisiac. ``
The camera flashed again and again as he took photo after photo.
'' Now kneel - that 's right - move your knees further apart - that 's good - shoulders back, binge thrust forward - perfect. ``
Again the camera flashed and flashed again and again.
'' Now lie on your tummy - lift yourself up - that 's it - I 'll just tease apart your nightie a bit so that you glimpse down over your dope - nifty. ``
Flash .... flash ... ..flash ... .. flash.
Rob must have taken about fifty photos before he eagerly loaded them to the computer and we began viewing them. Quickly he selected the best nine or ten, cropped them and renamed them.
He was so fast and it took no sentence. My mind was in a whirl. Would he require to put them on the sex site for all to see.
I felt a shiver run through my body as he quickly typed the address and the sex site came up on the screen. I expected him to ask, but he did n't. He clicked on upload. One at a time I watched the progression bar quickly run across as each photo was loaded.
record album name, the box on the screen came up ... .... Rob hesitated ... ... then began typing ... ... `` First clock time for my aphrodisiac wife Yvonne. ``
It was done. My exposure appeared in thumbnail form on the screen. Rob clicked on the starting time and there I was fully displayed. My meat was pounding. My mouth was dry. I felt hot and realized that I was almost panting.
'' New photos come up here, '' Rob showed me as he clicked to another sieve. There was the string of thumbnails at the top of the list.
Rob again took me in his arms and kissed me with more love and passion that I 'd ever before experienced in our two years of marriage.
It was ten arcminute or so before we looked back at the cover. My photograph thumbnails were still at the top of the list. Rob clicked back to the record album, and pointed out to me the index number of the number of views on each photo. I gasped and experienced conflicting emotions of lusty fervour, but also a sense of shame. The number of scene ranged between 47 and 53. He next showed me the comments list :
'' Lovely fucking slut '',
'' Beautiful '',
'' Sexy '',
'' Now show her off naked '',
My heart was pounding. My psyche was in a whirl.
'' You 're so beautiful, '' Rob said as he again hugged me and kissed me passionately.
We were at it again, kissing, licking, sucking, fucking, touching, mauling, sensuous, concupiscent, passionate, we could n't sustain enough of each other. Never had out lust for sexual satisfaction been so driven.
Occasionally Rob would peer at the computing device screen - `` 78 views '' - `` such a horny bitch '' - `` 91 thought '' - `` would make love to fuck the slut '', he read off to me each metre he looked. The ever increasing number of unknown men who had seen the photos of me posing sexily in my fiddling baby-doll nightie, along with the crude comments, only made me feel more and more excited.
We fucked and fucked and fucked, our lustful impulse running wild until we both orgasmed deliriously in an explosion of gasping, panting, moaning ecstasy. We both lay there on the bed, both totally exhausted.
After a few bit Rob again looked to the computer - `` 119 views '', he exclaimed in a tone of with child satisfaction. `` Oh my God, '' I laughed, feeling some superbia as I wriggled across to see. Just then a new comment appeared : `` very decent for her initiative field day on the net, she 's a teasing short kick. ``
'' You 'd meliorate consume them off before mortal who knows me should see them, '' I said to Rob.
'' What ! '' he exclaimed in disappointment.
We talked about it for a mo, then Rob said that he 'd go on them there for the consequence, but would just click the privacy box so that they were no longer public. I was happy with that, and so it was done.

In the dawning, I could n't get it out of my creative thinker what we 'd done the night before. On the one handwriting, I was thrilled at the thought of all of those unnamed men having looked at my photos. The comments too, were so exciting and filled me with a feeling of sexiness. On the other hand though, what if someone I knew was to suffer seen them. I consoled myself with the thought that the prospect of an acquaintance having seen them, was extremely removed ; still, Murphy 's law does say that if it can happen, then it will pass. Still, although the photos were very sexy and ribbing, at least I was n't absolutely bare. I kept telling myself that I 'd crap Rob take away the exposure altogether, although I knew that in the end I would n't, and that I wanted him to show them again.
Rob gets household before me after work, and that day when I arrived home, I found that he was busy cooking the dinner party. We kissed and I commented on his being occupy in the kitchen, `` well, '' he said, grinning broadly, `` I was thinking that we 'd go to bed early again tonight. '' We both knew exactly what he meant by that, and I felt myself almost blushing. I did n't disagree with his prompting, and that seemed to be silent arrangement, because as soon as we 'd had dinner and had cleaned up, we both had our showers and were gear up for bed. I was first out of the shower, and again dressed in the same skimpy little baby-doll nightgown, which no doubt showed Rob that I was quick for whatever he had in mind.
Soon we were cook for bed and Rob went to the bread and butter way, and came back with the data processor and tv camera. There was no doubt between us that we would again do as we 'd done the night before.
Turning the computer on, and opening the sex land site, we could see that the act of views on my picture, still remained at 119, and I saw that they indeed had been removed from public viewing. Rob clicked the box to once more than exhibit me to the world, and then taking up the tv camera, once more proceeded to have more photos of me.
'' Have n't you got enough already ? '' I laughed. But after snapping a dozen or so, it became manifest to me that he had some much more let out photos in mind. I 'd progress to a bow in the twine tie that held the battlefront of my gown together, but Rob now undid this and retied it a good deal looser so that my slight nightgown gaped open much more than previously, and all but fully revealed my small breasts. I made no complaint about his doing this, and took up the affectation that he now suggested.
detent, click, click - flash, flash, flash, he photographed from various angles.
Emboldened no doubt by my gentle complicity, my husband next unwrap the twine tie completely so that the nightdress hung completely open. He took a few more exposure, then leaned towards me and eased the gown almost off my shoulder so that my chest were now fully revealed. Again he clicked away with the television camera, and once to a greater extent I made no ill that he was now photographing me half naked.
Having taken these much more let on photos, Rob pulled the reckoner over and began loading the new photo. It was done in a minute or two, and these were now on display to everyone who looked.
The total tally of thought had only moved up a couple to 121, but now that these new photograph were displayed, the tally began to steadily climb.
It was now that something quite unexpected happened. We 'd started sucking and licking each early, with now and again looking at the figurer to see the tally and understand any input on the picture. On one of these affair when checking the computer, we noticed a flashing sparkle on the mail box. Rob opened the mail and there was a substance from some man asking if we went on Skype and whether `` you 'll display your whore wife live. ``
I gasped, not having known that form of thing happens. We 'd used Skype occasionally to talk to kinfolk, but that was all.
'' Now would n't that be something ! '' my husband exclaimed enthusiastically.
'' No, no, that 's going a bit too far, '' I protested.
Rob was already typing a reply : `` My married woman 's a bit shy, she 's new to this. ``
In spite of my reluctance, various messages were exchanged, and soon my husband and the unknown quantity man were face to confront talking on Skype.
I 'd quickly scrambled away from in front of the computer, but listened to the man 's part as he spoke to Rob who was telling him about how we 'd just started displaying my photos.
I could n't contain my curio and crawled across the bed and just peeked around the edge of the CRT screen to see what this individual looked like. I was just doing this, and trying not to come in range of the web-cam at the top of the screen, when Rob suddenly twisted the computer around so that the guy would see me. I gave a squeal and scrambled out of view. I heard the guy laugh and call out to me, `` how-do-you-do sweetheart. ``
There was a pause, then because I 'd said null, I heard him saying, `` hello, are you still in the room ? ``
'' howdy, '' I answered coyly from the safety of my position near the door.
You were n't shy about showing yourself in your photograph, '' the guy laughed, `` arrive and talk to me. ``
I clutched the front man of my nightie together, and climbed back onto the bed, just peering around the edge of the screen.
'' Ah, there you are, '' the guy smiled at me. He looked about forty or More, not good looking in any way, but then not ugly or anything. `` You look lovely in your photos, '' he continued.
Rob moved closer to me and turned the computer so that we would both be on the screen.
'' Take your hands away and let me see that sexy trivial outfit that you 've got on, '' the guy now suggested. I was n't going to, but Rob gently moved my manus away. I was aware that the tie was still sunk, and glancing down I could see that my breasts were more or less fully exposed.
'' Ah, beautiful ! '' the guy said, drawling the watchword out in appreciation. Rob was also looking down at me, and now he got on his knees behind me and leaned forward to line up the stead of the computer slightly. `` She 's new to this sort of thing, '' Rob said excitedly. `` Mmmm, very sexy, '' the guy responded, `` you need to show yourself off tidy sum more. ``
Rob now reached around me and pulled my nightie wide open and cupped my breasts under his bridge player so that he could bounce them slightly. I was blushing profusely but allowed myself to be displayed in that way.
'' Ah that 's nice, '' the guy moaned in appreciation. `` Are you married ? ``
Rob told him that we were, and in answer to his next interrogative, told him we 'd been married almost two yr. `` You 're lucky to take such a horny little wife, '' the guy said.
I felt myself tingling all over, such was my spooky inflammation at what was happening. My mouthpiece was dry and I was breathing rapidly, but above all I felt so incredibly sexy to be shown on cam to this complete stranger.
Rob now slid my nightgown right off my shoulder joint, and before I knew what he was doing, had knelt alongside me holding his hard, rigid cock out towards my mouth.
'' Ah yes ! go on child, suck on that cock ! '' the guy exclaimed, urging me on.
I turned my principal and took my married man 's cock into my oral fissure, sucking him deeply in and then sliding my mouth, with lips firmly sealed around his peter, slowly in and out.
'' Oh yes ! you lovely cock-sucking, fucking whore, '' the guy drooled lustfully.
I heard Rob give a spooky laugh, obviously not sure how I 'd postulate this sort of talk.
I was so surprised at the crude run-in, that I momentarily stopped and looked at him on the screen, but then quickly resumed sucking.
'' Get it right down your fucking throat, you fucking bitch, '' the guy urged me lustfully. I again glanced at the projection screen and could tell by his movements that he was masturbating. I resumed sucking and adjudicate my honest to do what he wanted. I kept holding my hint and pushing my head onto Rob 's cock until I could feel it right at the entering to my throat. I 'd go along this up until my lungs were nearly bursting, or until I started gagging and then descend off his cock momentarily while I gulped in mouthfuls of air.
'' Ohhhh fuck, I 'm going to cum, '' Rob started groaning.
'' Cum over the gripe 's expression, '' the guy exclaimed.
Rob was just in meter to withdraw his cock as his cum spurted out and went all over my face.
'' Fucking sin, I 'm cumming, I 'm cumming, '' the guy almost yelled and his cock suddenly came onto the screen as he stood up and I saw his white, gooey cum spurted out into a pocket billiards in his transfuse manus. `` Oh God ! that was fucking groovy, '' he panted, his face coming back onto the screen as he sat down again.
After Rob had cum all over my human face, I 'd just left it there slowly oozing down from forehead, down over my boldness, into my mouth, over my chin and dripping in globs down onto my breasts. The guy now saw this as he seated himself, and he laughed as he said, `` look at you all covered in cum, you look so mythical. ``
I was ready for hours Sir Thomas More fun and sex-play, but both Rob and the guy on Skype were both spent now. I went to the john to clean up, leaving the two men talking together.
When I came back some hour later, my husband was in tidal bore conversation with the guy on Skype. `` There 's not many like you two, but when there is, I 've seen them with as many as five C spectator, '' the guy was telling Rob.
'' piece of ass ! would n't that be mythic ! '' Rob exclaimed with obvious excitement, then turning to me, he explained to me about where we could be on web-cam to anyone logged on to a fussy sex site that the guy had told him about.
I protested at this proposal, but not because I did n't need to, even though I was absolutely shocked by this a la mode Apocalypse, but Thomas More because I felt that it was expected of me to show reluctance. I knew that even though I made out that I did n't desire to, we would in fact do it, and it would be so incredibly tremendous and something that I 'd never suffer imagined in my angry sexual fantasies.
'' O.K. same time tomorrow night, '' Rob was saying to the guy as I sat there with my mind in a whirl. `` This is going to be so fantastic, as many as five hundred hombre lusting over her '' Rob was enthusing as the Skype call ended .