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Show Your Beauty To The World free porn video
Created by SublimeTouch
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Co-written by SublimeTouch & Wyzox
Part one
I lie naked on the soft blanket. The sun is shining in a clear blue sky. I undressed as soon as I got here, placed them in my bag by the foot of the walkway bridge, and quickly laid the blanket down in the middle and myself on top.
The bridge lies far out among the fields, with trees and bushes shielding the end and beginning. She had chosen this place for our meeting and asked me to undress for her and wait.
After half an hour she finally comes. Beautiful. Dressed in a white long thin dress and, with the air, flowing in the wind. She walks up and steps over me, looking down. Smiling.
“Well, fancy that .. finding you here .. all in the nude”
“Hi..” I smile back
“You, naughty little thing .. ” she playfully puts her half-high white shoe on my left breast and wiggles it a little.
She sits down on my stomach and leans over and we kiss. Long and sensual and wet. I get warm and wet as she continues and licks my face and neck.
I moan as she reaches behind her and caresses my thighs, higher and higher. Then she gently touches my venus mound and I open my legs for her. Her hand briefly reaches down and touches me There.
“Ooohh!” I moan out loud.
She rises again and walks around me, stretching my arms out and parting my legs wide with her foot. She kneels beside me and starts to caress my breasts, arms, tummy, thighs.
“Love to have you nude for me like this.”
She plays with my nipples, pulling on them, sucking them, as she knows I love. Her green eyes glitter when she looks hungrily at me. I long to kiss her again and lift my head. Instead she offers me two fingers. I eagerly suck on them as she watches
Finally she pulls them out and brings them to my little sanctuary between my legs. She gently caresses my little pearl, and I hum as she slowly takes me away on a small first wave of an orgasm.
She takes my hands in hers and pulls me up. She turns me around and puts her arms around me, cupping one breast with one hand and holding my pussy with the other. She slowly walks me forward to the cold steel railing. ”Let me show your beauty to the world,” she whispers into my ear and starts to caress me again.
Down underneath us the many cars and trucks swoosch by .. and I gasp .. as she gives me a second climax...
Part two
He looked at the clock on the wall of his office. 3:03pm.
He sighed and looked at his phone on his desk. 3:03pm
Less than 2 hours until the end of the working day, the end of the working week.
2 hours was too long to wait, he wanted to leave now, to beat the rush hour traffic, to get home, to have a shower, to get something to eat. To see her.
He looked at the phone on his desk. 3:04pm
He looked at the clock on the wall of his office. 4:07 pm
His phone showed the same time.
He made the decision in his head, opened his desk drawer and tidied away the papers that had not been looked at with any degree of enthusiasm or concentration all day. Locking the drawer then logging off and shutting down his PC, he rose from his chair, picked up his jacket from the back of it, picked up his phone and left the room.
“Early finish” he said to his colleague sitting at the desk nearest his office door “have a good weekend, see you on Monday”
“Lucky you, I have to stick it out til 5. Enjoy, see you Monday”
He took the stairs rather than wait for the elevator and was soon in the car park, unlocking the car door, throwing his jacket and phone on the passenger seat and starting the engine. His hands gripped the steering wheel.
Home? Yes, home.
Will she be there?
The traffic was lighter, the route out of the city was navigated quicker than if he had stayed until 5 and he was soon driving within the speed limit on the main road that would lead him home.
Will she be there?
The sun that had hidden behind banks of cloud all day now made an appearance. He pressed a button to open the car window slightly.
The draught of breeze ruffled his hair and he finally undid the top button of his shirt and loosened his silk tie.
He couldn’t relax, despite the leather comfort of his seat and powerful pull of the engine, the tension in his arms came from the thought in his head that had nagged him all day. She said today was the day she was meeting her friend, will she be there when I get home?
The nearer he got to home the lighter the traffic became, soon he would turn off the faster main road on to the slower country road that led to his village. To home.
Having driven that route a countless number of times he knew that when he passed under the next walkway bridge the final turning to home was less than a kilometre away. Then a further 7 kilometres down the country road would be the house they had bought together 5 years ago. A c***dless house. It was his fault but she had never blamed him. As a primary school teacher she had always smiled and said “I’m with c***dren every day in work, it’s nice to come home and have a break from them”
There was no blame, it was a quirk of nature, they were unlucky.
He always smiled back but the guilt never left him.
The bridge arched across the road ahead, the steel railings shining in the late afternoon sun.
A pale figure stood on the bridge.
He drove nearer at a steady speed.
Closer now, he started to realise, was that two people, not one? One with blonde hair in a white dress and the person in front, definitely a woman because, as the car started to decelerate, he could see, but couldn’t quite believe it, breasts! A hand on a naked breast! He laughed and drove even slower and closer. Then, as he was finally about to pass under the bridge, able to look up one last time, he saw the flame of red hair and caught his breath..it was her!
It was her. He looked in the rear view mirror and saw strands of long blonde hair, long red hair tangling together in the wind as heavy lorries passed under the bridge that was disappearing slowly into the distance. Only slowly as his foot was no longer pressing down on the accelerator, as the tension left him, as the shock left him, his body seemed to relax, his breathing slowed and he was about to swerve off the road when a passing truck loudly sounded its horn and brought his senses flooding back. Regaining control he indicted and pulled over to the side of the road and stopped the car. He looked in the rear view mirror again but by now he had rounded a bend in the road and the bridge was hidden from sight. It was her. Oh god, was it her? It looked like her. The red hair. It looked like her. It looked like them, the blonde hair, the white dress. He looked in the mirror again. Pointlessly. He released the steering wheel and reached for his phone. He pressed her number. No answer. Would he leave a message? He dialled again. Still no answer. After the voice requesting him to leave a message ended and the ‘beep’ sounded he spoke. “Hi darling, I’ve left work early, on my way home now...”
he paused “see you soon...” he paused again, “love you” he whispered and disconnected the call.
He drove the next 7 kilometres as slowly as he possibly could without causing other drivers to get annoyed with him, giving himself time to think.
They had started to become distant recently, he knew that. Even though the schools were shut for the summer holidays she was still meeting with fellow teachers during the day. She had told him that when he asked how she filled her days. She had even been meeting up with them in the evenings, on two or three occasions so far this summer. This was a change from her normal routine. And when he came home from work that day recently and saw an unfamiliar car in the driveway, parked behind her little red runaround, where he usually parked his, he wondered whose? why was that? He had relaxed and smiled when introduced to the blonde haired woman in the white dress and half-high white shoes, Maria, a fellow teacher from school, a good friend, who had called to make arrangements for another get together, hopefully for one day soon.
And when, later that same night, he had snuggled up to her in their bed and ran his fingers through her long red hair, and whispered words of hopeful encouragement into her ear, she had smiled that sympathetic smile, that always told him it wasn’t his fault, kissed his nose and made her excuses not to.
He drove past the sign that indicated he had arrived in the village where he had lived for most of his life. He waved to a neighbour as he pulled into the empty driveway of his home. They exchanged greetings as he pressed the key to lock the car. Yes, he had seen her leave, about an hour ago, no, she hadn’t said where she was going, just smiled and waved, his neighbour informed him. He checked his phone. Nothing.
He closed the front door behind him and stood in the silent hallway. He called out her name. Nothing.
He kicked off his shoes, undid his tie and walked upstairs. He called her name again then gave a startled jump when, as if in reply, his phone rang, he looked down. It was her...
“Hi, where are you”
Part three
“Honey, would you mind meeting me and Maria by the bridge across the main motorway into town? Bring a camera sweety, I think you’ll need one”
“By the bridge?”
She confirmed the location.
It had been her, he thought.
“Er, ok, i’ve just got home, I need to shower and change and I’ll meet you there as soon as I can. Don’t leave will you?”
“Don’t be silly” she laughed, “never. Hurry, we’re waiting” and she disconnected the call.
He sat down on the edge of the marital bed, still holding the silent phone, trying to process his thoughts. He started to unbutton his shirt, stood to release the belt & clasp on his trousers, unzipped and let them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them and left them in a crumpled heap. He took the shirt off his back as he walked towards the en-suite bathroom, rolled it into a ball and threw it towards the wicker laundry basket. Missed. He stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror for 23 seconds and then turned on a tap, closed his eyes and splashed cold water on to his face. He opened his eyes again. It wasn’t a dream, he was wide awake.
He stepped naked into the shower and let the warm water wash the sweat of the working day off his body. He stared down at his limp penis as rivulets ran in a stream off the tip. His mind was clearer now. His thoughts defined. He took the shower gel and washed his face and hair and body, making sure he was clean and fresh and ready for whatever now lay in store. He smiled at the thought.
Shower over, he returned to the bedroom drying himself with soft white towels. Sitting on the edge of the bed again he looked at his phone. 2 messages from her. He opened the first.
“Hurry” it said, and attached was a photo
of her kneeling,
naked,
on a blanket,
in a field,
hands clasped behind her,
long red hair flowing over her shoulders,
tickling her clearly erect nipples.
He stared at it unblinking for 14 seconds.
He opened the second message.
“We’ve been waiting for ages” it said. Attached was an older photo, her hair was shorter than it is now
It was a selfie
showing her and Maria
kissing.
The location was different.
It was indoors.
He looked around the bedroom.
This room.
He dropped the phone on to the bed, rose and went to his wardrobe. He picked out a plain black T-shirt and a comfortable pair of jeans. He went to his underwear drawer and selected his favourite pair of boxers. He dressed and went back into the bathroom, brushed his teeth, and splashed on some cologne. He smiled at his reflection, “what the fuck are we getting in to?”
He picked up his phone off the bed and looked at the last two messages again and smiled.
He saved the photos.
He typed the message “on my way now xx” pressed send and pocketed the phone.
Collecting his camera on his way out of the house, he slipped on a pair of trainers, picked up his car keys, and waved at his neighbour as he drove away, smiling...
Part four
You arrive at the foot of the bridge, park and step out ... there are some bushes there, shielding the spot from the passing cars. One can hear them clearly though.
I stand, naked, with my hands clasped on my head.
Maria, wearing a white flowing dress, with lace and quite a cleavage .. walks towards you .. leaving me some 100 meters behind.
“Hi! So good of you to come Peter, I think it is high time you and I meet and discuss something we have in common: Lena”
She turns and looks at me, grabbing your arm, she says: ”she is a beauty, but you should know .. that she has a dark side .. which she has tried to suppress, for her love of you, but this desire is as strong as a tidal wave .. and I knew it from the very first time we met. She couldn’t resist it .. and sought refuge with me. I know how to tame her waves, and I decided that it is high time to show you ..You may think differently of her after you’ve seen her dark side, I will not intervene there .. but be aware that she cannot live only in the white light ..”
She turns and whistles, like calling for a dog.
I dutifully kneel down on all fours and turn in the direction of the bridge.
“Come along now .. maybe you will even enjoy this .. and .. I see you brought your camera .. maybe you want to freeze this moment in time for .. who knows what ..”
She laughs and walks ahead of you back to me.
He hesitates for a moment as Maria walks away.
Aware he isn’t following she looks over her shoulder.
“I said come along” Her voice is confident and commanding and he feels compelled to obey and starts the walk towards his wife. His eyes meet hers as the distance closes between them but he can’t tell if they are filled with fear, with lust or with love. Inside his own head he can’t decide what feelings the sight of his wife, in this public but hidden place, naked on all fours in front of him are producing. Does he want to protect her, hurt her or fuck her?
Maria continues to take charge.
Maria stops a few meters away from me.
She grabs your arm .. ”she’s such a sublime creature .. I’ll show you how she is at her best when on the dark side like now”
“Lena my little one .. it is time for the bridge again .. isn’t it?”
I nod .. blushing .. well aware that you are there with her...
I didn’t hear you my Pet!”
“Yes Mistress ..”
“Then get up and go .. and stop at the top .. as usual ..”
I stand up, and without turning, walk barefoot up the slope to the top of the bridge.
It is fortunately getting darker
My heart is beating fast .. you are here .. watching me .. until now I have only done this with Maria ..
It is scary .. but also satisfying .. that you see my ‘other side’ .. which maybe .. maybe .. can bring us closer again?
You and Maria follow me. She puts her arm around you and strokes your back.
At the top of the bridge I stop and turn towards you. I try to smile at you but I am so nervous and excited.
Not just that I stand naked again on the bridge, but because you came .. as Maria requested ..
Part five
As Maria stroked his back the power of her fingers surprised him, scared him but also somehow comforted him and a confusing mixture of emotions and feelings continued to churn inside his body and mind. Then the image of his naked wife, now standing in the middle of the bridge, her slim, perfect figure silhouetted against the low evening sun painted such an unforgettable picture that he felt compelled to capture it. He assessed the weight of the camera in his hands. Did he have the strength to raise it to his eye?
As if she had read his thoughts, Maria whispered to him “has Lena ever looked more beautiful Peter? Will you remember this moment forever?”
Thoughts and images rushed through his mind,
of the first time they met, at University, and she had blushed and smiled but held his gaze with those sparkling blue eyes as friends introduced them, and he knew then and there his heart would be hers.
The first time she had looked up at him as she knelt before him and took his penis in her mouth.
Standing beside her on their wedding day.
The night after their final visit to the clinic when she had held him so, so tightly and told him it would all be ok.
This morning, as she lay sleeping, when he had kissed her cheek before quietly leaving for work.
“To my eyes she always looks beautiful”
Maria took his hand and helped him raise the camera
“Take a picture now, maybe then we can share her beauty with the world?”
He looked at the digital image of his wife on the screen, adjusted the focus and pressed the button.
“Lena” he called, she turned her head towards them, and he pressed the button again. He examined the photograph he had just taken, perfectly framed, strands of her hair had blown across her face but her eyes shone and her mouth was smiling. In that surreal moment the camera had captured her happiness.
Maria had looked at the image too and smiled “go to her now, bring her back to me”
I turn on the bridge. Cars passing quickly underneath. I feel exposed .. and it excites me .. as does being naked out here .. it is liberating.
I see you take pictures of me and I smile a little. Do you think that I am beautiful like this?
Then you walk toward me, reach out your hand and I take it. Smiling you elegantly lead me back to Her.
She steps up and caresses my cheek.
Then kisses me deeply and long.
Then turns to you.
“Don’t you want to kiss her too? We’ll get adventurous next ..You see .. she needs some sensual adventurous experiences to blossom .. “
She walks around behind me .. gathers my hair in a pony tail and puts her hand around my waist.
“Kiss or picture?” she challanges you
He considered the scene in front of him and the options.
He turns and starts to walk away
After 3 paces he stops and turns back to face the two beautiful women in front of him.
One he has known intimately for 8 years and had, until today, believed he knew everything about her. No secrets.
The other he has now met for just the second time and she had succeeded in shattering that belief totally.
He wanted to take the third option, to walk away, he really wanted to walk away but instead he raised his camera, adjusted the focus and pressed the button that would record the image of his wife, naked, in the arms of another woman, forever.
He adjusted the focus, moving in tighter until just their faces were in shot. They were stunningly beautiful and they were both softly smiling as he pressed the button again.
“Kiss” he instructed from behind the camera and pressed the button again,
and again,
and again,
as their mouths and tongues entwined.
They were ignoring him now as he walked towards them, lost and locked in a powerful embrace, Maria gripped Lena’s hair tightly as she moved her mouth away from her lips to kiss her neck then down to her breast. Her other hand had moved from her waist to between Lena’s thighs. He lay the camera on the ground, standing now within touching distance
Maria became aware of his presence and lifted her head from Lena’s nipple. She smiled at him. Lena’s eyes remained closed as Maria’s hand was still making soft circular motions on the top of her thigh, so near to her pleasure centre....”on your knees” she instructed. Lena began to drop but was restrained by Maria from doing so. “Not you my love”
He looked up at the two women in front of him. He could feel the bridge vibrate as the traffic roared beneath. He had never felt more powerless yet, strangely, never more alive.
Maria stepped one pace forward still holding Lena tightly by the hair. They were now directly above him. Maria extended two fingers of her free hand towards his mouth. He parted his lips. “Can you taste her Peter?” His mouth closed around Maria’s index and middle fingers. Eyes closed, he sucked hard. He felt the fingers withdraw. “Can you taste her now?” Opening his eyes the familiar folds of his wife’s pussy were 2 inches from his face. He hesitated for a moment, just a moment, then closed the small gap between them and kissed her, gently at first, peppering softly around her exposed labia,
and then he was lost,
in the taste and the smell,
and the traffic disappeared,
and he started to use his tongue,
harder,
then softer,
then harder again.
He reached up and grabbed her buttocks and pulled her so close into his face she began thrusting and moaning in response.
“Enough”
he felt his hair tugged firmly and his wife’s pussy was no longer on his mouth
“....for now”
He opened his eyes. Looking up, the two strong women seemed to tower above him. He was lost. Or had he been found?
“Plenty of time, a lifetime ahead, for the three of us”
THE END
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Co-written by SublimeTouch & Wyzox
Part one
I lie naked on the soft blanket. The sun is shining in a clear blue sky. I undressed as soon as I got here, placed them in my bag by the foot of the walkway bridge, and quickly laid the blanket down in the middle and myself on top.
The bridge lies far out among the fields, with trees and bushes shielding the end and beginning. She had chosen this place for our meeting and asked me to undress for her and wait.
After half an hour she finally comes. Beautiful. Dressed in a white long thin dress and, with the air, flowing in the wind. She walks up and steps over me, looking down. Smiling.
“Well, fancy that .. finding you here .. all in the nude”
“Hi..” I smile back
“You, naughty little thing .. ” she playfully puts her half-high white shoe on my left breast and wiggles it a little.
She sits down on my stomach and leans over and we kiss. Long and sensual and wet. I get warm and wet as she continues and licks my face and neck.
I moan as she reaches behind her and caresses my thighs, higher and higher. Then she gently touches my venus mound and I open my legs for her. Her hand briefly reaches down and touches me There.
“Ooohh!” I moan out loud.
She rises again and walks around me, stretching my arms out and parting my legs wide with her foot. She kneels beside me and starts to caress my breasts, arms, tummy, thighs.
“Love to have you nude for me like this.”
She plays with my nipples, pulling on them, sucking them, as she knows I love. Her green eyes glitter when she looks hungrily at me. I long to kiss her again and lift my head. Instead she offers me two fingers. I eagerly suck on them as she watches
Finally she pulls them out and brings them to my little sanctuary between my legs. She gently caresses my little pearl, and I hum as she slowly takes me away on a small first wave of an orgasm.
She takes my hands in hers and pulls me up. She turns me around and puts her arms around me, cupping one breast with one hand and holding my pussy with the other. She slowly walks me forward to the cold steel railing. ”Let me show your beauty to the world,” she whispers into my ear and starts to caress me again.
Down underneath us the many cars and trucks swoosch by .. and I gasp .. as she gives me a second climax...
Part two
He looked at the clock on the wall of his office. 3:03pm.
He sighed and looked at his phone on his desk. 3:03pm
Less than 2 hours until the end of the working day, the end of the working week.
2 hours was too long to wait, he wanted to leave now, to beat the rush hour traffic, to get home, to have a shower, to get something to eat. To see her.
He looked at the phone on his desk. 3:04pm
He looked at the clock on the wall of his office. 4:07 pm
His phone showed the same time.
He made the decision in his head, opened his desk drawer and tidied away the papers that had not been looked at with any degree of enthusiasm or concentration all day. Locking the drawer then logging off and shutting down his PC, he rose from his chair, picked up his jacket from the back of it, picked up his phone and left the room.
“Early finish” he said to his colleague sitting at the desk nearest his office door “have a good weekend, see you on Monday”
“Lucky you, I have to stick it out til 5. Enjoy, see you Monday”
He took the stairs rather than wait for the elevator and was soon in the car park, unlocking the car door, throwing his jacket and phone on the passenger seat and starting the engine. His hands gripped the steering wheel.
Home? Yes, home.
Will she be there?
The traffic was lighter, the route out of the city was navigated quicker than if he had stayed until 5 and he was soon driving within the speed limit on the main road that would lead him home.
Will she be there?
The sun that had hidden behind banks of cloud all day now made an appearance. He pressed a button to open the car window slightly.
The draught of breeze ruffled his hair and he finally undid the top button of his shirt and loosened his silk tie.
He couldn’t relax, despite the leather comfort of his seat and powerful pull of the engine, the tension in his arms came from the thought in his head that had nagged him all day. She said today was the day she was meeting her friend, will she be there when I get home?
The nearer he got to home the lighter the traffic became, soon he would turn off the faster main road on to the slower country road that led to his village. To home.
Having driven that route a countless number of times he knew that when he passed under the next walkway bridge the final turning to home was less than a kilometre away. Then a further 7 kilometres down the country road would be the house they had bought together 5 years ago. A c***dless house. It was his fault but she had never blamed him. As a primary school teacher she had always smiled and said “I’m with c***dren every day in work, it’s nice to come home and have a break from them”
There was no blame, it was a quirk of nature, they were unlucky.
He always smiled back but the guilt never left him.
The bridge arched across the road ahead, the steel railings shining in the late afternoon sun.
A pale figure stood on the bridge.
He drove nearer at a steady speed.
Closer now, he started to realise, was that two people, not one? One with blonde hair in a white dress and the person in front, definitely a woman because, as the car started to decelerate, he could see, but couldn’t quite believe it, breasts! A hand on a naked breast! He laughed and drove even slower and closer. Then, as he was finally about to pass under the bridge, able to look up one last time, he saw the flame of red hair and caught his breath..it was her!
It was her. He looked in the rear view mirror and saw strands of long blonde hair, long red hair tangling together in the wind as heavy lorries passed under the bridge that was disappearing slowly into the distance. Only slowly as his foot was no longer pressing down on the accelerator, as the tension left him, as the shock left him, his body seemed to relax, his breathing slowed and he was about to swerve off the road when a passing truck loudly sounded its horn and brought his senses flooding back. Regaining control he indicted and pulled over to the side of the road and stopped the car. He looked in the rear view mirror again but by now he had rounded a bend in the road and the bridge was hidden from sight. It was her. Oh god, was it her? It looked like her. The red hair. It looked like her. It looked like them, the blonde hair, the white dress. He looked in the mirror again. Pointlessly. He released the steering wheel and reached for his phone. He pressed her number. No answer. Would he leave a message? He dialled again. Still no answer. After the voice requesting him to leave a message ended and the ‘beep’ sounded he spoke. “Hi darling, I’ve left work early, on my way home now...”
he paused “see you soon...” he paused again, “love you” he whispered and disconnected the call.
He drove the next 7 kilometres as slowly as he possibly could without causing other drivers to get annoyed with him, giving himself time to think.
They had started to become distant recently, he knew that. Even though the schools were shut for the summer holidays she was still meeting with fellow teachers during the day. She had told him that when he asked how she filled her days. She had even been meeting up with them in the evenings, on two or three occasions so far this summer. This was a change from her normal routine. And when he came home from work that day recently and saw an unfamiliar car in the driveway, parked behind her little red runaround, where he usually parked his, he wondered whose? why was that? He had relaxed and smiled when introduced to the blonde haired woman in the white dress and half-high white shoes, Maria, a fellow teacher from school, a good friend, who had called to make arrangements for another get together, hopefully for one day soon.
And when, later that same night, he had snuggled up to her in their bed and ran his fingers through her long red hair, and whispered words of hopeful encouragement into her ear, she had smiled that sympathetic smile, that always told him it wasn’t his fault, kissed his nose and made her excuses not to.
He drove past the sign that indicated he had arrived in the village where he had lived for most of his life. He waved to a neighbour as he pulled into the empty driveway of his home. They exchanged greetings as he pressed the key to lock the car. Yes, he had seen her leave, about an hour ago, no, she hadn’t said where she was going, just smiled and waved, his neighbour informed him. He checked his phone. Nothing.
He closed the front door behind him and stood in the silent hallway. He called out her name. Nothing.
He kicked off his shoes, undid his tie and walked upstairs. He called her name again then gave a startled jump when, as if in reply, his phone rang, he looked down. It was her...
“Hi, where are you”
Part three
“Honey, would you mind meeting me and Maria by the bridge across the main motorway into town? Bring a camera sweety, I think you’ll need one”
“By the bridge?”
She confirmed the location.
It had been her, he thought.
“Er, ok, i’ve just got home, I need to shower and change and I’ll meet you there as soon as I can. Don’t leave will you?”
“Don’t be silly” she laughed, “never. Hurry, we’re waiting” and she disconnected the call.
He sat down on the edge of the marital bed, still holding the silent phone, trying to process his thoughts. He started to unbutton his shirt, stood to release the belt & clasp on his trousers, unzipped and let them fall to the floor. He stepped out of them and left them in a crumpled heap. He took the shirt off his back as he walked towards the en-suite bathroom, rolled it into a ball and threw it towards the wicker laundry basket. Missed. He stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror for 23 seconds and then turned on a tap, closed his eyes and splashed cold water on to his face. He opened his eyes again. It wasn’t a dream, he was wide awake.
He stepped naked into the shower and let the warm water wash the sweat of the working day off his body. He stared down at his limp penis as rivulets ran in a stream off the tip. His mind was clearer now. His thoughts defined. He took the shower gel and washed his face and hair and body, making sure he was clean and fresh and ready for whatever now lay in store. He smiled at the thought.
Shower over, he returned to the bedroom drying himself with soft white towels. Sitting on the edge of the bed again he looked at his phone. 2 messages from her. He opened the first.
“Hurry” it said, and attached was a photo
of her kneeling,
naked,
on a blanket,
in a field,
hands clasped behind her,
long red hair flowing over her shoulders,
tickling her clearly erect nipples.
He stared at it unblinking for 14 seconds.
He opened the second message.
“We’ve been waiting for ages” it said. Attached was an older photo, her hair was shorter than it is now
It was a selfie
showing her and Maria
kissing.
The location was different.
It was indoors.
He looked around the bedroom.
This room.
He dropped the phone on to the bed, rose and went to his wardrobe. He picked out a plain black T-shirt and a comfortable pair of jeans. He went to his underwear drawer and selected his favourite pair of boxers. He dressed and went back into the bathroom, brushed his teeth, and splashed on some cologne. He smiled at his reflection, “what the fuck are we getting in to?”
He picked up his phone off the bed and looked at the last two messages again and smiled.
He saved the photos.
He typed the message “on my way now xx” pressed send and pocketed the phone.
Collecting his camera on his way out of the house, he slipped on a pair of trainers, picked up his car keys, and waved at his neighbour as he drove away, smiling...
Part four
You arrive at the foot of the bridge, park and step out ... there are some bushes there, shielding the spot from the passing cars. One can hear them clearly though.
I stand, naked, with my hands clasped on my head.
Maria, wearing a white flowing dress, with lace and quite a cleavage .. walks towards you .. leaving me some 100 meters behind.
“Hi! So good of you to come Peter, I think it is high time you and I meet and discuss something we have in common: Lena”
She turns and looks at me, grabbing your arm, she says: ”she is a beauty, but you should know .. that she has a dark side .. which she has tried to suppress, for her love of you, but this desire is as strong as a tidal wave .. and I knew it from the very first time we met. She couldn’t resist it .. and sought refuge with me. I know how to tame her waves, and I decided that it is high time to show you ..You may think differently of her after you’ve seen her dark side, I will not intervene there .. but be aware that she cannot live only in the white light ..”
She turns and whistles, like calling for a dog.
I dutifully kneel down on all fours and turn in the direction of the bridge.
“Come along now .. maybe you will even enjoy this .. and .. I see you brought your camera .. maybe you want to freeze this moment in time for .. who knows what ..”
She laughs and walks ahead of you back to me.
He hesitates for a moment as Maria walks away.
Aware he isn’t following she looks over her shoulder.
“I said come along” Her voice is confident and commanding and he feels compelled to obey and starts the walk towards his wife. His eyes meet hers as the distance closes between them but he can’t tell if they are filled with fear, with lust or with love. Inside his own head he can’t decide what feelings the sight of his wife, in this public but hidden place, naked on all fours in front of him are producing. Does he want to protect her, hurt her or fuck her?
Maria continues to take charge.
Maria stops a few meters away from me.
She grabs your arm .. ”she’s such a sublime creature .. I’ll show you how she is at her best when on the dark side like now”
“Lena my little one .. it is time for the bridge again .. isn’t it?”
I nod .. blushing .. well aware that you are there with her...
I didn’t hear you my Pet!”
“Yes Mistress ..”
“Then get up and go .. and stop at the top .. as usual ..”
I stand up, and without turning, walk barefoot up the slope to the top of the bridge.
It is fortunately getting darker
My heart is beating fast .. you are here .. watching me .. until now I have only done this with Maria ..
It is scary .. but also satisfying .. that you see my ‘other side’ .. which maybe .. maybe .. can bring us closer again?
You and Maria follow me. She puts her arm around you and strokes your back.
At the top of the bridge I stop and turn towards you. I try to smile at you but I am so nervous and excited.
Not just that I stand naked again on the bridge, but because you came .. as Maria requested ..
Part five
As Maria stroked his back the power of her fingers surprised him, scared him but also somehow comforted him and a confusing mixture of emotions and feelings continued to churn inside his body and mind. Then the image of his naked wife, now standing in the middle of the bridge, her slim, perfect figure silhouetted against the low evening sun painted such an unforgettable picture that he felt compelled to capture it. He assessed the weight of the camera in his hands. Did he have the strength to raise it to his eye?
As if she had read his thoughts, Maria whispered to him “has Lena ever looked more beautiful Peter? Will you remember this moment forever?”
Thoughts and images rushed through his mind,
of the first time they met, at University, and she had blushed and smiled but held his gaze with those sparkling blue eyes as friends introduced them, and he knew then and there his heart would be hers.
The first time she had looked up at him as she knelt before him and took his penis in her mouth.
Standing beside her on their wedding day.
The night after their final visit to the clinic when she had held him so, so tightly and told him it would all be ok.
This morning, as she lay sleeping, when he had kissed her cheek before quietly leaving for work.
“To my eyes she always looks beautiful”
Maria took his hand and helped him raise the camera
“Take a picture now, maybe then we can share her beauty with the world?”
He looked at the digital image of his wife on the screen, adjusted the focus and pressed the button.
“Lena” he called, she turned her head towards them, and he pressed the button again. He examined the photograph he had just taken, perfectly framed, strands of her hair had blown across her face but her eyes shone and her mouth was smiling. In that surreal moment the camera had captured her happiness.
Maria had looked at the image too and smiled “go to her now, bring her back to me”
I turn on the bridge. Cars passing quickly underneath. I feel exposed .. and it excites me .. as does being naked out here .. it is liberating.
I see you take pictures of me and I smile a little. Do you think that I am beautiful like this?
Then you walk toward me, reach out your hand and I take it. Smiling you elegantly lead me back to Her.
She steps up and caresses my cheek.
Then kisses me deeply and long.
Then turns to you.
“Don’t you want to kiss her too? We’ll get adventurous next ..You see .. she needs some sensual adventurous experiences to blossom .. “
She walks around behind me .. gathers my hair in a pony tail and puts her hand around my waist.
“Kiss or picture?” she challanges you
He considered the scene in front of him and the options.
He turns and starts to walk away
After 3 paces he stops and turns back to face the two beautiful women in front of him.
One he has known intimately for 8 years and had, until today, believed he knew everything about her. No secrets.
The other he has now met for just the second time and she had succeeded in shattering that belief totally.
He wanted to take the third option, to walk away, he really wanted to walk away but instead he raised his camera, adjusted the focus and pressed the button that would record the image of his wife, naked, in the arms of another woman, forever.
He adjusted the focus, moving in tighter until just their faces were in shot. They were stunningly beautiful and they were both softly smiling as he pressed the button again.
“Kiss” he instructed from behind the camera and pressed the button again,
and again,
and again,
as their mouths and tongues entwined.
They were ignoring him now as he walked towards them, lost and locked in a powerful embrace, Maria gripped Lena’s hair tightly as she moved her mouth away from her lips to kiss her neck then down to her breast. Her other hand had moved from her waist to between Lena’s thighs. He lay the camera on the ground, standing now within touching distance
Maria became aware of his presence and lifted her head from Lena’s nipple. She smiled at him. Lena’s eyes remained closed as Maria’s hand was still making soft circular motions on the top of her thigh, so near to her pleasure centre....”on your knees” she instructed. Lena began to drop but was restrained by Maria from doing so. “Not you my love”
He looked up at the two women in front of him. He could feel the bridge vibrate as the traffic roared beneath. He had never felt more powerless yet, strangely, never more alive.
Maria stepped one pace forward still holding Lena tightly by the hair. They were now directly above him. Maria extended two fingers of her free hand towards his mouth. He parted his lips. “Can you taste her Peter?” His mouth closed around Maria’s index and middle fingers. Eyes closed, he sucked hard. He felt the fingers withdraw. “Can you taste her now?” Opening his eyes the familiar folds of his wife’s pussy were 2 inches from his face. He hesitated for a moment, just a moment, then closed the small gap between them and kissed her, gently at first, peppering softly around her exposed labia,
and then he was lost,
in the taste and the smell,
and the traffic disappeared,
and he started to use his tongue,
harder,
then softer,
then harder again.
He reached up and grabbed her buttocks and pulled her so close into his face she began thrusting and moaning in response.
“Enough”
he felt his hair tugged firmly and his wife’s pussy was no longer on his mouth
“....for now”
He opened his eyes. Looking up, the two strong women seemed to tower above him. He was lost. Or had he been found?
“Plenty of time, a lifetime ahead, for the three of us”
THE END
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