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Subject: "A Husband's Hobby" Chapter 8
Date: Mon, 16 Jan 2006 15:44:33 -0800
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A Husband's Hobby
Chapter 8
Natalie Jenkins leaned over the back of the chair and smiled.
She recognized the handwriting on the letter Mark was reading ---
it was the handwriting of his old college buddy, Stuart Brooks.
"What's he got to say this time, dear?" she asked playfully.
"Listen to this, Nat," Mark began, reading from the letter.
"He's going to open the Camp for winter sports during Christmas
vacation, and he wants to know if we'd like to come up and be
teachers and counselors again. What do you think?"
The dark-haired math teacher looked away thoughtfully. "What
kind of winter sports, Mark? There are too many trees around
there for skiing."
"Oh, I imagine Stu could think of some indoor sports ---
especially with you around," the friendly-faced husband grinned.
"Really, Nat, we ought to go up and help him out ... Remember how
well those kids did on their psychological development tests,
after you gave them that photography lesson ..." He winked
exaggeratedly and the dark-haired young woman laughed aloud.
"Let's look at those pictures, Mark," she purred
suggestively. They'd poured over the lewd color prints many, many
times since they returned from Weatherly-Brooks Summer Camp for
Boys. At first, Natalie had thought she would be repulsed or
offended by the obscene, compromising shots of herself, but after
she had gone over them all with her loving husband at her side,
she had to admit that she became definitely aroused by them.
Mark nodded his agreement and went into the bedroom where he
kept the photos handy in the top drawer of his dresser. They were
in a well-worn folder, and several of the prints were caked with
sticky dried cum, from the times they had fucked during one of
their reminiscing sessions.
Natalie eagerly slid in beside her husband in the big
armchair, pulling the lamp over closer so they could see the
pictures clearly. She squirmed excitedly as he opened the sheaf
of perhaps fifty photographs, and her pupils dilated as she saw
the first shot come into view. It was one of the first roll,
taken in the Camp Director's office, and she was leaning back on
the desktop with her legs arched up on either side of her sunlit
pussy. She leaned down to study the glistening pink folds of
hair-framed flesh, wondering that such a tiny slit could expand so
much as to accept a huge blood-engorged cock.
"God, your cunt's tight, Nat," Mark said thoughtfully,
looking hard at the suggestive pose in the picture. He hastily
flipped through the rest of the office shots until he came to the
series taken up on the hillside, the pictures of his wife being
fucked every which way by six lustful adolescent boys.
"Shit, I wish I'd been there that day," he remarked. He was
looking at a close-up of the coralline flanges of Natalie's cunt-
lips nibbling around the perimeter of an anonymous cock that was
pulling out of her vagina. The cords of his wife's thighs were
shadowed by the sun as they stood out under her smooth soft flesh,
and they seemed to be pulling at the sensually moist slit to hold
it open for the violating penis. This photograph was one of his
favorites, and it was coated with a thin film of semen, which he
had tried unsuccessfully to wipe off after an afternoon of
masturbating to the snapshot.
"Mmmmm, I wish you'd been there, too, Mark," Natalie crooned,
rubbing up against her husband's shoulder with her face. "We'd
have loved it so much more together ..." She looked down at the
picture of her widespread anus where someone had stuck his finger
in her virginal rectum. She hadn't known it at the time, but the
finger had belonged to her first illicit young lover, Jason
Powell, the boy her husband had secretly picked out for her to
use. She remembered how it had been uncomfortable at the time,
and then she smiled smugly when she thought how much she had
enjoyed anal fucking, ever since that one orgiastic night on the
beach after the campfire.
"Let's go in the bedroom, Mark," she suggested, looking up
into his face from under her long brushy eyelashes. "I want to
see if we can remember some of the positions ..."
Mark laughed aloud when he heard her weak excuse. He knew
damn well she could remember every single position clearly, for
they had been fucking with these pictures ever since they had
returned from the camp, two and a half months ago. They'd
recreated in the flesh every single possible perversion of the
wildly exciting acts illustrated in the photographs, and recently
they'd even begun bringing young male students home from the
classes they taught in the city high school. Already two or three
of the youths had agreed to come over on a regular basis, and
Natalie and Mark looked forward to those afternoons more than any
others.
But today, they were alone, and they wanted to enjoy their
lustful solitude with the sensual stimulation of the lewd,
provocative photographs of Natalie Jenkins and her enthusiastic
young lovers fucking her in every way imaginable. They smiled
meaningfully as they gathered up the pictures and carried them
back into the bedroom, happily shedding clothing all along the
way.
The End
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