Exhibitionist Wife Omnibus- Revealing Wives

by Heidi Flow

  “You don’t need to dress,” the photographer said as my wife picked up her clothes. “The striptease part is over, now we have to take you to the next level.”

  To begin with, the next level involved my wife lying on her back on the bed, her legs open while he licked her pussy. He temporarily pulled away, taking pictures of her in that position, before turning to me. “Do you have a camera?” he asked me.

  “Yes,” I replied.

  “Good, then you’ll know how to work this. It’s the same principle,” he said. “You just point and click. The only difference is this camera is just a bit more expensive than your everyday one.” He handed me the camera as he got undressed and stood there as proud as punch, his large erection pointing in the direction of my wife. “Just click away when you’re ready.” And with that he offered his manhood to my wife who greedily took it into her mouth.

  Shaking I clicked the camera. My hands only grew shakier though, as the oral exploits stopped and he plunged the full length and girth of his manhood deep inside my wife’s pussy.

  I realised I had paused from taking pictures, but I came back to life at her gasp when he entered her. Like a piston he powered in and out as she trembled with a pleasure she could only just take.

  “Put your cock in her mouth,” the photographer said to me.

  “What, now?”

  “Yes now.”

  “She might not want that.”

  “She’s your wife for Christ sake, of course she wants it.”

  “I do want it,” she moaned as the photographer carried on without dropping his pace or rhythm by even a fraction.

  In an almost trance like state I undressed and offered myself to my wife’s mouth. She sucked me harder and better than she had ever done before as I watched him begin to thrust faster and faster, until he shuddered to a climax inside my wife, just as she came at the same time.

  I watched him move back to his camera, taking pictures of my wife performing oral on me while the fruits of his loins dripped out of her.

  “Stop,” he said out of the blue.

  Both my wife and I instantly froze.

  “I want you to leave your appreciation inside your wife in the same place I have done.”

  I stayed in my frozen state, pretending like I hadn’t heard him or understood, but he simply stood and stared, watching and waiting, his camera at the ready.

  “Put it in,” my wife whispered.

  I nodded, my own excitement reaching new and unexpected levels. I proceeded to enter that hot, sticky place and soon my ecstasy was flowing out of my manhood and deep inside my wife.

  As I climbed off her the photographer moved closer, taking his pictures in an almost frenzy. “Now that’s what I call a cream pie. The love of two men running inside you,” he said to my wife.

  She smiled and purred.

  Chapter Three

  “It was worth it wasn’t it?” my wife asked as soon as the photographer left.

  “Like you’ve been saying, we needed the money,” I said slightly disappointed and a little worried that I had enjoyed the situation as much as I had.

  “It’s the easiest money I, or rather we’ve ever made,” she said. “And even better he’s already said he wants to repeat the experience for the same amount of money.”

  “He could just be saying that,” I said as she began to get a little too carried away.

  “He wasn’t, I could tell.”

  “Only time will tell,” I said rather smugly. “So which bill should we pay off first?”

  “The delivery man.”

  “What delivery man?”

  “The one that’s delivering the Chinese meal I ordered while you were getting cleaned up in the bathroom.”

  “We can’t afford to be getting takeaways, at least not yet,” I said.

  She waved the wad of notes about. “This says we can afford.”

  “Not if we’re paying even half of our bills.”

  “So we might as well pay a quarter of them and have a bit of fun in the process.”

  “I don’t think that’s such a good idea,” I said.

  “There’s more money on its way, remember?”

  “We’ll see,” I said. And we did see. A day later we got a text from the photographer asking if he could arrange another meet, and could he also bring his friend, a fellow photographer for double the money.

  “I told you, more money,” my wife said, deliriously happy.

  “There’s a catch though, not only is he bringing a friend.”

  “Hence double the money,” she interrupted me.

  “But they don’t want me to be present.”

  “It says they’re fine with you being in the house, just in another room.”

  “But not the same room as you,” I sighed.

  “It’s nothing personal,” she said.

  “Of course not,” I said, not convinced in the slightest.

  “It’s just their kink. You’re okay with it aren’t you?”

  “Of course I am,” I replied sarcastically. But my sarcasm was lost on her. The date was set and the ball was rolling. Three days later I opened the door to the two photographers and after a brief few seconds of small talk, my wife led them upstairs and closed the door tightly shut.

  Chapter Four

  So there I sat twiddling my thumbs, not knowing what to do. I sat on the edge of my chair, trying not to listen, but listening all the same. I heard the floorboards creak, my wife giggle and then silence. The silence was the hardest part. It was unnatural, not that there was anything the slightest bit natural about the situation in the first place.

  I found myself pacing around the room, turning the television on, sitting down and then back up on my feet again and back to pacing.

  And then I heard my wife’s loud moans of sexual pleasure, as the bed threatened to crash through the ceiling, such was the noise and the vibration the three were making on it.

  In my mind my imagination began to colour the scene in for me in my head. I looked at my watch, I looked at it for a full half an hour, a half hour of which I’m sure I never moved or blinked, if that’s even humanly possible.

  After sitting there as still as a statue I resumed my pacing back and forth, but this time it was enough, I could hold myself no longer. I walked silently to the stairs and crept up them. I stealthily made my way across the landing to the shut bedroom door. I creaked it open and peeped through.

  The light was full on, illuminating the scene as the two naked males were performing a double penetration on my equally naked wife. And stood proud and capturing every moment of action was a camera, not a still camera, oh no, that had been cast to one side. It was a video camera. They were making an adult movie and my wife was the star.

  I thought about barging in and stopping the whole thing dead in its tracks, but I knew it was already too late. It was like a rollercoaster that had been taken to the top of its tracks and then pushed over the edge. There was no stopping it, no going back.

  I thought about shutting the door, turning and walking away, but I found I could not. Like a moth attracted to the flame that would ultimately burn it, I could do nothing but carry on, I was hypnotised in my addiction of watching something I never thought I would see, while at the same time repulsed at how aroused I was.

  It’s a sad state of affairs when a husband feels the need to pleasure himself while watching two strangers pleasure his wife, but that’s what I did.

  As soon as I shot my load the feeling of repulsion I’d had at the back of my mind came to the front and I silently moved to the bathroom to clean myself up.

  Another half an hour later and the three of them were cleaning themselves up in the bathroom.

  I sat silent as I listened to them washing and giggling. And then they were gone and my wife and I were sat alone.

  “Well, what do you think?” she said.

  “About what?”

  “About the easiest bit of money we’ve ever earned.”

 
“Didn’t you say that last time?” I asked.

  “Okay, I’m sensing some tension, which is perfectly understandable, I suppose.”

  “You suppose?”

  My wife looked at me blankly. “I’m going to bed now.”

  She walked away from me without saying another word and I found myself pacing up and down again. My wife was alone upstairs, but in my mind, it was as if both men were still with her.

  Chapter Five

  “We have to talk,” my wife said after three days where we had both drifted around the house like ghosts avoiding one another.

  “We do talk,” I answered defensively. “We talk all the time.”

  “But we haven’t talked recently,” my wife said sadly. “I’m afraid I’m losing you.”

  I felt a lump in my throat. “I’ve been afraid of losing you.”

  “You never will,” my wife said. “I’m here as long as you want me.”

  “I’m glad,” I said. “In fact I’m over the moon. I want you forever and I always will.”

  “I’m so pleased. That’s all I wanted to hear. You make me happy, each and every day.”

  “That’s how you make me feel,” I said, so happy that I was on cloud nine.

  And then my wife pulled the rug, right from underneath me.

  “But the fact remains that we still need the money. And I’ve got to be honest with you, I really enjoyed the experience. I’m sorry if you hate me for that. I know I should be ashamed, well, I am ashamed really. I just can’t help how it made me feel, what a rush it’s all been.”

  “Don’t be ashamed. You’ve nothing to be ashamed of. If you have, then I have to, because I was turned on just as much as you,” I said.

  There was a stunned silence before my wife asked, “You were?”

  “Yes.” I nodded.

  “So you think we should carry on?”

  I shrugged my shoulders. “It’s up to you.”

  “No. It’s up to us. So what do we say, yay, or nay?”

  I paused, a long pause, drawing out the suspense. “I say yay.”

  “That’s good,” my wife said, taking a deep breath. “Because I’ve already made arrangements for another session. And this one is the big one.”

  “A big one in what way?”

  “In money for one.”

  “And in another.”

  “And in another there’s more people involved.”

  “How many?” I asked.

  “All their photography friends. Six in all.”

  “Six?”

  “Yes,” she nodded.

  “And all of them want to take pictures of you naked? And have sex with you?”

  “Yes.”

  “And you’ve agreed to this?”

  She looked shame faced. “Yes.”

  Chapter Six

  If our situation had been weird to begin with, it turned into something totally surreal, as we welcomed so many strangers across our doormat, knowing full well what was about to take place. There was no time for pleasantries or introductions to the members of the group we had not met before. It was quickly down to business as my wife did a slow striptease in the middle of our living room with all the cameras circling her and flashing in and out.

  Once naked my wife leaned back and pulled open her pussy lips, sending cameras and men into a frenzy.

  Within seconds the youngest man of the group put his camera to one side and began to undress. He joined my wife in the centre of the room, first offering his manhood to her mouth, before plunging it deep into her pussy.

  Other photographers carried on taking pictures as a video camera was hastily turned on to catch all the action.

  Another male cast his camera aside and joined in, then another and then another. Soon there were no cameras taking pictures, apart from the video camera, as my wife offered every part of her body, over and over, to the hungry male crowd.

  By the time they had finished, the hard drive in the video camera was full and my wife was covered in hot, sticky, male appreciation from head to toe.

  “I couldn’t do that every week,” my wife said as I watched her clean up after they’d left.

  “I don’t think they could afford it every week,” I said, looking at the bundle of cash my wife had placed on the floor.

  “That was intense,” my wife said. “But enjoyable.”

  “Very enjoyable?” I asked.

  “Yes. I’m glad I did it. Did you enjoy the show?”

  “I did indeed.”

  “But like I said, I couldn’t do that every week, perish the thought.” Then my wife turned to me and grinned broadly. “Maybe every other week.”