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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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