by Lexi Archer
I scrolled down to the next one.
“I’m being a naughty. Are you going to punish me?”
My brow lowered even as I started stroking my cock more. She wasn’t wearing a bra. She’d untied the halter top in the back and let it fall forward revealing a pair of mouthwatering tits. They were big enough for some definition, some swell, maybe a handful. They were small enough that I could understand how she was able to go without a bra in that halter top.
Just like Amy.
I tried to remember what color Amy’s halter top was. The only thing I remembered was her underwear though. That glimpse of sparkling purple heaven. Why hadn't I paid closer attention to what she was wearing? Well, because I was distracted by how fucking hot she looked of course. I needed to focus and get in the game this morning because very interesting things were happening and it felt like so far they were passing me by completely when I very much wanted to be an active participant.
“Hubby doesn’t know I’m being a bad girl.”
I raised an eyebrow. This was definitely going somewhere interesting as far as my fantasies were concerned even if this turned out to not be Amy. In the next shot the halter top was gone entirely and she’d unzipped her pants. She must have a timer on her camera, because it was a shot framing her body from a distance with both hands on her pants. Not that I gave much thought to how she was staging these. I was more interested in the curve of her hips, in the delicious curve of her ass in those shorts. I licked my lips and started stroking faster.
“My husband has no idea how bad I’m being all alone in my room.”
The next one stopped my heart cold. All the shots had been up close so far which made it difficult to see her surroundings. All the shots could’ve been any girl in any halter top and shorts even though I had a pretty damn good idea exactly who this was. The body was too similar. All the references to hubby. The only thing that was keeping me from mentally confirming that yes, my wife was taking her clothes off and posting it on this subforum like I'd always dreamed, was that I had a hard time believing it was actually happening. Except in this shot there was definitely something that provided one hell of a strong piece of confirming evidence.
Panties. Purple panties. Purple sparkly panties that showed the most incredible tight ass I’d ever seen in my life. An incredible tight ass that I was pretty sure I’d also seen in person just a few minutes ago. A tight ass that was so familiar and so fucking sexy. And the picture was taken on a bed that looked very familiar.
“Will one of you take care of what hubby can't?”
Damn. I flipped to the next one. Amy had pulled her panties down entirely revealing a completely shaved pussy. It had been awhile since she'd done that for me and I very nearly blew my load staring at that oh-so-familiar and yet somehow exotic in context sight.
I scrolled down to the last shot in the set. Amy had gotten brave for this last one. She was reclining back on our bed, her fingers down between her legs spreading her pussy lips wide. Oh my God. There was absolutely no doubt that was Amy. There was absolutely no doubt that was Amy’s room, Amy’s ass, Amy’s beautiful tits, and her purple panties. That was her nightstand next to our bed. That was her lamp.
I groaned and had to grab my cock at the base to keep from blowing my load. I felt lightheaded. I felt my vision blurring around the edges. I felt the beginnings of the most intense orgasm of my life and I was desperately trying to keep it from actually happening because I didn't want to be done. Not yet.
I clicked back on her username again and saw something that caught my attention. A new post. The title was enough to make my cock twitch even as it confirmed all of my wildest suspicions. Even as it brought all of my wildest fantasies roaring to life.
"Hubby doesn't want to watch me trying on suits. Do you?"
It couldn't be. It wasn't possible. It could've still been a coincidence up until this point. It could've just been a room that looked like ours. I realized that was the rational part of my brain that couldn't believe this was actually happening talking. Only right before me was a post that was entirely too close to my situation to be a coincidence. A woman who looked exactly like my wife taking her clothes off and taking pictures in a room that matched ours almost perfectly, and now she was talking about going out and trying on swimsuits?
And on top of that her dumbass husband decided he didn't want to go with her while she was trying on swimsuits? Yeah, there was absolutely no doubt in my mind at this point that I was staring at Amy. I clicked on the picture and she was in a changing room. It could've been any of a hundred changing rooms in the mall. I had no way of telling what store she was in. I wasn't concerned about that so much as I was concerned with what she was wearing in the changing room.
Or, rather, what she wasn't wearing in that changing room. My breath caught as I saw my wife, unmistakably my wife in the outfit she'd worn walking out the door. That tight halter top. Those jean shorts that molded so tightly to her body that it almost looked as though they were painted on. That ass I'd know anywhere. The gentle curve of her tits that I loved feeling against me and loved sucking on even more.
No, there was absolutely no mistaking that deliciously familiar territory. This was Amy. She was in a changing room, no doubt in some store at the mall just a few miles away, and she was taking pictures of her changing session and posting them live. Giving the whole world a show because I decided I didn't want to see that show in person.
Though, to be perfectly honest, I almost preferred this situation where she was giving the world a show to me getting a private show.
Curious, I clicked over to the comments section. She knew very well that was my favorite part. I'd told her how much I loved thinking about other guys looking at her and commenting on what they'd like to do to her. And sure enough the top comment was from her.
"My husband didn't want to come with me today. What would you naughty boys do to me if you were here in his place?"
I scrolled through other comments, my cock getting harder and harder with each passing moment.
The general consensus amongst the commenters was that I was a fucking idiot for not going out with her and enjoying her changing room show. It definitely made me think about how you were only getting one side of a story when you were reading things online. She probably left out the years where going shopping didn't result in sexy times, but whatever. This was just as sexy as if I'd gone with her. Maybe more so.
The other comments were along the lines of how much they wanted her to take more off, or what they would do to her. One gentleman was particularly descriptive talking about how much he'd love to bend my wife over and rip her clothes off and do all sorts of things that had my cock throbbing reading about it. Thinking about her bending over and going along with it.
Sure enough it was Amy. No face, but that was her slim body. She had an arm over her tits, and down below she had her other hand in the waistband of her shorts which had been unbuttoned and unzipped. It showed off her bright purple sparkly panties underneath. Behind her were several bathing suits hanging in promise of what was to come. Her mouth was just in the shot even though the rest of her face was obscured. Her mouth was open and her tongue ran along her lips.
In short, it was fucking sexy! I desperately wanted to see how it got guys going.
It seemed that all the guys could agree on one thing whether or not they were commenting on what a dumbass I was, how hot she looked, or how nice her smile was. All of them definitely wanted her to take off more. All of them wanted a show. And I desperately wanted a show as well, but I didn't dare leave a comment.
For one leaving a comment would leave me open to people tracking me down. I'd heard horror stories, and I wasn't going to risk fueling that particular fire. Especially when it seemed like all the gentlemen in this thread were ready to condemn me anyways. The other reason was that I didn't want her to know I was watching. I wanted there to be some doubt in her mind. I wanted her to wonder whether or not I was seeing this rather than
knowing for sure that I was seeing it and enjoying the hell out of it.
Somehow that made it all the more naughty.
This seemed to be a week for torture. First there was the torture of admitting my fantasy to my wife. Of having her discover that I would very much like to see her doing exactly what she was doing now. Then there was the torture that I thought I'd escaped this morning when I managed to get out of going to the mall with her.
And finally there was the torture of the moment. The torture I'd brought upon myself by refusing to go to the mall with her. No, the ultimate irony was that in attempting to escape the torture of going clothes shopping I'd instead opened myself up to a new world of torture where I knew she was out there probably taking more pictures of herself and I wasn't getting to enjoy those pictures as they were being taken like I could have if I'd gone to the mall with my wife like a good husband.
Assuming this even would've happened if I had gone with her. That was a big if.
I sat refreshing the page obsessively. Willing her to update already. There was a message in the comments on that first post that quickly made its way to the top. A promise that she'd post another picture if there were enough people interested. Well, judging from the number of comments she was already getting it seemed like there were a hell of a lot of guys who were interested. There was no way she wasn't going to post a new album.
And so here I was sitting back in the chair on a Saturday morning, reading through the comments men were making talking about all the nasty things they'd like to do to my wife, and let me tell you it ran the complete spectrum of sexual deviancy.
There were men writing about how they'd make sweet love to her. Men who wrote about how I was obviously a zero if I didn't want to go shopping with her and that they'd treat her right if only she'd give them a chance. Several men wrote about how they knew she liked it rough and they would take her the way she obviously wanted it. There were even a couple of women who commented that she was going about this whole thing all wrong by going after men and what she really needed was the touch of a woman to sort things out right.
I was inclined to agree with that last assessment. I would've very much very much enjoyed watching my wife enjoy the touch of a woman, but that was a tree I'd barked up on more than one occasion without ever getting anywhere. Something told me if I hadn't been able to get her to go along with that particular fantasy then a couple of random women commenting on a thread my wife created weren't going to be able to do it either.
As I scrolled through those comments I started to realize something I'd never really paid attention to before since I wasn't exactly examining these threads in depth. No, I always scrolled through the top few comments and moved on, but as I looked through the variety of comments being left for my gorgeous wife who was posting her treasures for all to enjoy online I realized these comment threads weren't about telling a girl how beautiful she was. Not entirely.
No, mostly it seemed like they were an opportunity for commenters to project whatever fantasy happened to be their thing onto the girl. It was like some sort of weird inkblot test except it was a sexy woman instead of an inkblot, and they were telling the world about their darkest sexual fantasies rather than their mood, or whatever the hell it was that was supposed to be tested in those stupid tests in the first place.
I'd never actually seen one used outside of the context of a movie, so I couldn't tell you.
And I read through every one of those fantasies. I read through every last thing that the guys talked about doing to my wife. Even the ones who were voted into oblivion so they were just grayed out husks at the bottom of the comment thread where nobody would see them, nobody but me, as I read through some of the more depraved things. I decided I was done when I got to guys who were talking about forcing themselves on my wife.
That was a fantasy too far even for me.
I obsessively clicked over to a second tab I had open just for this occasion and refreshed on her profile once more. And my breath caught, I felt a burning fire in the pit of my stomach, as I realized she'd definitely gone above and beyond the call of duty this time. An entire album. I looked at the title.
"You're so nice, so here's a naughty album for you!"
I licked my lips as I opened the album. I scrolled through the pictures. The first one was of her still in her shorts and just her bra this time. In the next one her bra was coming off but she was still covering her tits. I realized she must have shot pictures out of sequence, she must've already been planning on posting an album when she did that first picture earlier since her bra was on at the beginning of the album but it had definitely been off in that first picture.
The next one was of her completely naked, only she was covered by strategically posing. I marveled that she was able to do that so well. That she was able to cover every part of her body while none of her body was actually covered. In the next picture she was in a bikini. A bright blue number that looked like it had some sort of waves printed on it. As I looked closer I could see that her nipples were definitely hard and sticking out proudly. She must be getting turned on by doing this. Damn!
From there the pictures really started to get crazy. It was one teasing shot of her in various bathing suits after another. There would be a hint of a nipple here, a flash over her pussy there, but it seemed like she was able to take pictures that were at the same time arousing and discretionary.
Then she started getting into the good stuff. A topless shot. Her tits were out and proud for the world to see. Her nipples were straining out. She looked absolutely gorgeous and oh so fuckable. I found myself desperately wishing that I was in that changing room with her so I could fuck the living daylights out of her. And I was painfully hard as I thought about how many other men had to be out there viewing this thread at the same time wishing they were the ones who were in that changing room with her so they could bend her over and press her against the mirror, take her from behind, slide their cocks up inside her pussy.
Hell, it even seemed that she had an audience of female admirers out there. Women who would love nothing more than to slide their tongues up inside my wife's delectable pussy and taste the sweet treasures she had on offer.
To say it was overwhelming would be one hell of a fucking understatement. I couldn't believe that my sweet innocent Amy was doing this, and yet at the same time the fact that my sweet and innocent Amy was being not-so-sweet and definitely not-so-innocent was adding to the ridiculous turn on.
I scrolled through all of the pictures, my eyes glued open not daring to blink. And then finally I came to the end. A shot of her staring into the mirror, her face still hidden but her body proudly on display as she reached down and spread her pussy lips apart leaving absolutely no doubt as to exactly how fucking aroused she was.
I backed out of the album, but not before going through and saving each and every one of those pictures. I wanted to make sure I had a record of this in case she got cold feet and decided to delete the evidence of her naughtiness later.
I was dazed as I sat back in the chair and thought about everything I'd just witnessed. As I thought about my wife showing off her body for the world. As I thought about that world telling my wife exactly what they'd like to do with her given half an opportunity.
I was dizzy. I felt like I was losing control. I felt like I was in very real danger of blowing a load in my pants.
More than anything, I decided that I needed a shower. I needed to be ready for when my wife got home. She was still on a shopping expedition, after all, and even if she did decide to be naughty while she was shopping for swimsuits there was no guarantee she'd be home any time soon.
I looked at the comments section for her album. Already it was in the triple digits. Already it seemed like she was going to be a popular new addition to this particular part of the site. And already there were people asking her to give some sort of verification that she was who she said she was and not just some random person posting pictures of a hot naked girl in
a changing room.
I had a few naughty ideas about how I could help her with that when she got home. But first a shower, and then after that settling down to read all the comments about my wife and what they would love to do to her. It was going to be a long morning reading those comments and resisting the urge to get myself off.
4: Verified
I was a little surprised when Amy walked through the door not an hour later. Usually she spent a lot more time at the mall. Especially when I wasn't tagging along right behind to annoy her. Of course after those pictures maybe she had a good reason for wanting to be home earlier than usual.
I looked up from my computer as she brushed past without quite looking at me. She had her phone out though, and was that a slight blush I saw on her face? Damn. I felt my pulse quicken even as my cock started to harden under my laptop.
The next few minutes were absolute torture as I listened to her banging around upstairs. As I wondered exactly what she was doing up there. I licked my lips as I thought about what she’d been doing up there earlier. I clicked through to her account. It was still there. She hadn’t deleted anything. I figured that was a good thing. Was she going to say anything though? No, something told me it was all up to me.
My mind went into autopilot with my cock calling the shots. I moved up the stairs in a daze. Down the hall towards our room. It was a trip I’d made so many times before, and yet this time it was so different given everything that had passed between us this week. Given everything she'd done in the changing room at the mall.
I opened the door to our bedroom slowly and peered around. I had my third heart attack of the night. Amy stood in the middle of our room completely nude with a huge smile on her face and her phone held in her hand. She snapped a picture of my very surprised face as soon as I was through the door.