While the orgasm had drained some of the tension from me, I still feel too hyped up to get a good night's sleep. This, I decide, would make a perfect time to add to our photo collection. Grabbing the digital camera from the shelf, I give Kate no time to prepare before taking the first picture, a nice shot of the cum gleaming on her face and in her hair. Aiming down a little more, I capture a great shot of my cock nestled between her legs. And climbing off of her, I take a good series of photos in which she reveals the velvety pink of her cunt by gradually opening her legs. By now I 'm really into the spirit of the game, so I grab a bunch of sex toys from the shelf and tell her to go to town. What follows is shot after shot of my wife with dildoes in every orifice, with vibrators pinned between her legs, and with every crevice and curve of her body available for all to see.

It is this penchant of mine that Kate dislikes the most. Understand, if I were just taking these pictures for my own viewing, she wouldn't care that much. But I've discovered the thrill of posting them onto the Internet. In fact, very little excites me more than pulling up a web page and seeing my wife's picture - her stiff nipples and open pussy there for all to see. Sometimes I'll even sit and imagine what's going on in some guy's house or office. How he reacts when he sees a particularly graphic photo of my wife, like the one where she's licking my fresh cum off her own swollen tit. I think about that guy pulling his cock out of his pants and pumping it in his fist, his eyes taking in every detail of the photo, his heart wishing he was me. Then I imagine that he's actually there, and that the cum that's flowing over is fist is actually falling in hot, sticky beads onto my wife's writhing body. Knowing that hundreds of men might masturbate over my wife is a tremendous turn-on, especially when I remember that I can do what they can only dream about.

When I first started shooting pictures of her, Kate would wear a mask to conceal her identity. (I know there's a lot of sickos out there, and it's my responsibility to protect her as much as possible.) Now, though, I use my computer to alter her face and hair color. I've gotten quite good at it. If you compared a retouched and unretouched photo, you'd never guess it was the same person. For all that, Kate is still shy about exposing herself like that. But it gives me a lot of pleasure, so I do it anyway.

This night I pull her from the bed and order her to put on a show for me. I've invested quite a bit of money in all kinds of lingerie...over 200 kinky, slutty, sweet and sensuous outfits. She knows exactly what I want, returning in a white four-piece set: a sheer bra that barely contained her tits, a sheer g-string that revealed more than it concealed, lacy garters, thigh-high stockings and deadly two-inch stilletto heels. And she remembers my preference when wearing such an outfit - I like her to wear the g-string on the outside of the garters, so that when she removes her panties, her cunt is well-framed by the garters and stockings.

I pause for a moment to decide where to hold my impromptu photo shoot. Most of the amateur porn you see is shot in the bedroom, but I find that to be uninspiring. This sluttish outfit needed a harsher environment. Pausing only to grab a couple of memory chips, I lead Kate down to my workroom in the basement. It turns out to be the perfect spot, if you've ever seen the pictures. The contrast between Kate's sleek curves and the hard edges of all the wood and tools make for some great shots. Kate follows my instructions to the letter despite the lateness of the hour. She pouts, poses, flirts and pants for the camera, removing her clothing bit by bit to reveal her lust-filled little body. By the time I use up my memory chips, she's down to just the stockings and high heels, sitting on the workbench with her pussy spread and a small lock-wrench attached to one breast.

Seeing her like that, and knowing that the pictures would cause many a cum-filled fantasy, I order her to the floor and fuck her right there. After only a few strokes I feel the familiar pull as she orgasms against me, and listen with satisfaction as her moans and cries echo through the basement. Kate might not like me publishing her picture, but she sure seems to like everything that leads up to it. And, I suspect, it turns her on when I order her to go along with the publication of the photos. So everyone wins.