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   For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled
about my wife I will give you some background and a description.  I found
my wife when she was only eighteen.  She was, and still is, beautiful.  She
has long thick brown hair that flows down below her shoulders.  Her breasts
are large, full, and natural with just a hint of sag.  Each breast is
tipped by large round light-brown areola that forms big beautiful circles
around her protruding hard nipples.  Her tight stomach is flat and her ass
is hard and round.  She always keeps her pussy shaved, with just a small
area of hair above her clit.  Her pussy lips are equally amazing.  They are
long, but not too long, and distend and open like a flower when she gets
excited.
   I, on the other hand, am a tall, thin, average looking guy, but I always
keep myself in good shape.  My best attribute was my cock.  I am slightly
over nine inches long and am very thick, all the way to the bulbous
mushroom-like head.  What my wife, and on occasion other women, always
appreciates the most is that it never really goes soft.  It stays around
seven inches, even when `flaccid', and hard enough to penetrate all but the
tightest holes.
   This story is true, with some alterations like names and dates.  I also
took some liberty to combine some experiences so the story would not drag
on and on.  Everything that she does and everything that happens in this
story has happened to her, in the way it is presented.  Enjoy:
   Chapter 7:
   "You know what I don't have?" I asked her.
   "What?" she smiled.
   "Pictures of you naked."
   "You're silly," she said.
   "No, really, I want to get some pictures of you.  Put them on the wall,
on the counters, bookcase...everywhere."
   "Okay, I guess," she said with a happy sigh.
   By the next Friday, I had made the arrangements.  Sam, a professional
photographer and a friend, had already been seen by the Doc and was invited
into the group.  He and I were waiting for Carole when she came home from
work.
   She came in the house, stopped by the door, and stripped.  Naked, she
came into the living room.  She gasped, startled to see Sam sitting with me
in the living room.  "Come here," Sam told Carole.  She looked at me
suspiciously and then walked over to him.  He put his arm around her waist
and pulled her down onto the couch with him.  "For the night?"
   "That's the deal," I said.
   "Awesome," Sam said.  He brought his left hand up and cupped her left
breast.  He lifted it up, feeling the heft.  "Come on let's go," he said.
"I got a date with these." He leaned down and kissed her nipple.
   "Huh?" my wife said, looking at me.
   I waved her away.  "I'll see you tomorrow."
   Sam took her hand and walked to the front door.  He pulled her, still
naked, out to his car.  She got in and he drove off.
   I fixed myself dinner and watched television for a while before I went
to bed, falling asleep within minutes.  Sunday afternoon, the doorbell
rang. I opened the door.  There was my wife, standing naked at the door. 
"Have fun?" I asked.
   "Oh, yeah," she said.
   "I thought you would," I told her, letting her in.  "I saw him in the
locker room at the club.  He has a pretty beefy dick," I smiled.
   "Yes, he does."
   "I love you," I said, kissing her forehead.
   "I love you, too," she said.
   I pulled her down on the couch with me, "So, why don't you tell me about
last night."
   She told me this story:
   When they got in the car, Sam drove her straight to his house.  He
pulled into the garage and led her into the house and immediately into a
photography studio made up to look like a bedroom.  "I'll be right back,"
he told her.
   She sat on the bed, waiting for his return.  A couple minutes later, he
came back in, carrying an ice bucket.  When he saw her, he stopped suddenly
in his tracks.  "Oh, my God," he said, really looking at my wife's naked
body.  "Fuck me.  You really are amazing." After a couple minutes of
staring, he put the bucket on the table next to some lighting equipment.
   He moved around the room, turning on lights, and then he pulled several
cameras out of their protective cases.  Then, staring at my naked wife who
was still standing next to the bed, he started to strip.  When he too was
naked, he walked over to the bed.  Carole watched the man's dick swing as
he walked.  `He is well hung,' she thought, happily.  He had one of the
largest set of balls she had ever seen.
   "Sit right here," he said, patting on the end of the bed. 
"Cross-legged."
   She did.  Next, he brought over a small kit and began brushing her hair,
making sure it was perfect.  Then he applied just the slightest shadow with
some makeup.  He stepped back and looked at her.  "You are so sexy and
beautiful," he said.  "These pictures are going to be great."
   He picked up one of the cameras, and took a piece of ice from the
bucket. Carefully, he put the ice just above her nipple and let it sit for
a second.  Carole flinched slightly from the cold.  As soon as the ice
started melting, Sam started moving it in circles around her nipple.  After
several seconds, Carole's nipple was as hard as a rock, jutting out almost
a full inch.  He left the ice above her nipple for a second, allowing the
melted ice to dribble down onto it before pulling it away quickly and
taking several close-ups of the water dripping off the end of her nipple.
   Next, he `iced' her other nipple, getting it to match the other, and
then he took several more close-ups of her tits.  He stepped back.  "Don't
move," he told her, reloading his camera.  When he was done, he stepped
back up.  He rechecked her hair and makeup before running his hands down
the side of her body.  "Beautiful," he said,
   Then he reached down between her legs and ran his finger between her
pussy lips.  He left it there for a moment, separating them.  Then he
pulled in hand back.  He looked for a second and thought.  Not satisfied,
he then reached down with both hands, took hold of her lips, and pulled
them out and apart.  He stretched her out, opening her up, and held it like
that for several seconds.  Letting go, he looked again.  "Perfect," he said
with a smile.
   He stood back and admired her.  "Make sure you don't hide that wedding
ring," he told her.  "I want to see it as much as possible." He then picked
up his camera and started shooting.  Several film changes later, he put the
camera down, and picked up a different one.  "Okay," he said, "lay on your
back...that's right...spread your legs ...  more ...  more...  okay, now
look down at me." He took a series of photos and then moved her onto her
hands and knees.  For the next couple of hours, he photographed her in
every conceivable sexual position, including sucking her own nipples and
shoving dildos in all of her orifices.
   "That's it," he said, unloading the camera for the last time.  He put it
down on the table and walked over to the bed.  He took Carole by the hand
and pulled her to her feet.  Pulling her close, he slowly ran his hands
down her back, enjoying her smooth soft flesh.  His hands stopped in the
small of her back.  He pulled her closer, smashing her tits into his
stomach.  He looked down at her and then kissed her deeply.  His tongue
drove deep into her mouth.
   "Come with me," he said, breaking the embrace.  He took her by the hand
and led her into a bedroom.  He kept her close, backing up to the side of
the bed.  Again, he pulled her close.  Taking both her arms by the wrist,
he forced them behind her.  With one hand, he grabbed both wrists and held
them securely.  "Leave them there," he told her.  He let go and sat down on
the bed.  Her tits hovered directly in front of his face.
   Grabbing her right tit with both hands, he squeezed it hard, sucking the
nipple into his mouth at the same time.  He sucked hard for a second and
then released it, flicking his tongue back and forth across it when it
popped out of his mouth.  Then he repeated the action on her left tit. 
Alternating back and forth, he sucked both nipples for almost a half hour,
only stopping when they were bright red and distended.
   "Get on your knees," he told her, pulling her downward by the tits. 
With her hands still behind her back, she moved to her knees.  He took hold
of his turgid shaft and pulled it back away from her.  "Suck my balls," he
ordered.
   They were the biggest balls she had ever seen.  She sucked one of his
massive nuts into her mouth and tried to roll it around with her tongue. 
She released it and sucked the other into her mouth.  Then she let if fall
out of her mouth and started licking the huge nut sack.  Stroking his cock,
he watched her suck his balls.
   He pushed his cock down, pointing it at her face.  She sucked it into
her warm, wet, skillful mouth.  "Oh, God, yeah," he moaned, as he watched
his entire cock disappear into her mouth and down her throat.  He let her
suck him for a minute before pulling it back out.  "I want to tit-fuck
you," he gasped.
   "Can I move my hands?" she asked.  He nodded.  Her hands moved quickly.
She took hold of her large tits and pulled them around his cock.  She
looked down at the cock and dropped a large wad of spit between her tits.
She rubbed her tits around the cock a little, getting it wet, and then she
started moving her soft mounds up and down the shaft.
   "Oh, fuck," he moaned watching his now fully engulfed cock move up and
down between her wonderful tit flesh.  He leaned back, letting her take
control.  The head of his cock popped out with every downward stroke, but
then disappeared again when she brought them back up.
   He could feel his orgasm building, but didn't say anything.  Carole
jumped slightly with surprise, with the first blast of cum shot up and
splashed under her chin.  She moved back, letting the cock fall from
between her tits, but she grabbed it quickly and continued stroking it.  A
massive gush of cum shoot straight up in the air, a rope of white sticky
liquid hung in the air for a second and then fell back down.  Some of it
landed on top of her head.  The rest landed across her face.
   Reaching down, he took hold of his cock, pointed it at her face, and
pumped it hard.  Another huge load shot out of his dick and laced across
her cheek.  The next shot went directly into her mouth.  Carole watched as
the man continued to spurt.  Blast after blast shot across her face.  The
amount of cum the man was spurting was amazing.
   Finally, Sam stopped.  Gasping, he looked at Carole's cum covered face.
"Don't move," he said, getting up quickly and returning a second later with
a camera.  He took several pictures of my cum-drenched wife before sending
her to shower.
   When Carole returned, he invited her into bed with him.  "That was
great," he told her.  "You are an amazing woman." He put his hand on her
left tit and squeezed it lightly.
   She smiled at him.  "Thank you." She reached down and cupped his balls.
For the next forty-five minutes, they remained silent, him sucking her
nipples and her fondling his cock and balls.  She swore she could feel his
ball sack inflate, filling with cum.
   When he was hard again, he rolled over on top of her.  He pushed her
legs apart and pushed his cock into her.  She gasped when he thrust inside.
"Fuck, your pussy is tight," he moaned.  He pushed himself up with his
hands and stared into her eyes as he fucked her hard.  Soon he was slamming
into her hard and fast.
   "Oh, God," he groaned.  "I'm cumming..."
   Her eyes shot wide open as she felt his cock explode inside her and the
huge flood of cum fill her pussy.  Sam continued to pound into her,
shooting huge amounts of cum with almost each thrust.  Sam didn't stop as
cum began to spurt out around his cock with each plunge into her.
   He collapsed on top of her.  Panting, he rolled off and looked over at
her.  Cum poured out of her pussy.  She sat up and looked down at the
puddle between her legs and under her ass.
   "You better go clean up," he said, laughing.
   He cleaned the bed and changed the sheets while she was gone.  When she
got back in bed, he started sucking her nipples again, but both of them
were very tired and soon fell asleep.
   Two hours later, however, Carole was jarred awake when Sam pushed her
over onto her stomach.  She looked back at Sam.  He smiled at her.  "Come
on, baby," he said.  "Time to really fuck."
   She sighed, smiling, as he pulled her up onto her knees.  From behind,
he shoved his cock into her still moist pussy.  After only a couple of deep
thrusts, he stopped and leaned back slightly.  Then he slapped her hard on
the ass.  "Fuck me, girl," he said, slapping her again.
   Carole started pushing her ass back onto him.  He kept his hips still
while she pumped her ass back and forth.  Then suddenly, he pulled out of
her.  "Don't move," he told her, as he moved around her on the bed.  When
he got in front of her, he shoved his cock down her throat.  He grabbed her
hair and face-fucked her for several minutes before pulling back out and
moving back behind her, shoving his cock back deep inside her.  He repeated
this twice more...pussy, mouth, pussy, mouth...until he moved back behind
her again and pushed her over onto her side.
   Her laying on her side, he lifted her leg up and put it onto his
shoulder.  He moved up and rammed back into her.
   "Are you watching my dick push inside you?" he asked, between thrusts.
   "Oh, yes..." she panted.  Reaching down, she started rubbing her clit
with her fingers.  When she did, Sam slowed his pace.  It wasn't long
before Carole brought herself to a screaming orgasm.
   She started moaning and her body started quivering.  Sam reached down
and pinched her right nipple.  He twisted it hard.  "Oh, God..." she
whimpered.  "Oh, God..." She came again.
   Sam pulled hard on her nipple as she squirmed with wild passion, in
orgasmic bliss.  Her orgasm eventually subsided and Sam pulled out of her.
He moved onto his back and pulled her over on top of him.  She immediately
reached down and guided his cock into her pussy.
   "Oh, God," she moaned, as she slid down his shaft.
   "You like that, don't you?" he said, reaching up and squeezing her tits.
   "Oh, God...yes..."
   "Come on, you little slut, ride me...fuck me..."
   She didn't respond negatively at all to being called a slut, of course,
and Sam noticed it.  She started moving up and down his hard cock. 
Reaching down, she began rubbing her fingers in little circles around her
clit.
   "That's right, you little whore...rub that pussy...cum on me..." Sam
ruthlessly twisted both her nipples and then yanked them.  "You like the
dick, don't you?  You little fucking slut."
   Carole started to pant.  Her mouth dropped open and her eyes went wide.
   "Cum...cum..." Sam ordered.
   Carole's body shuddered in orgasmic pleasure.  Her pussy clamped down on
his cock.  "Oh, my God..." she cried.
   "That's right, you fucking whore," Sam yelled.  Just then, at her peak
of pleasure, he reared back and slapped her right tit, flat on the nipple.
SMACK.
   "Ahhhhhhhh," Carole cried out.  "Oh, my God...I'm cumming..."
   Sam slapped it again, harder...then again...then again.  Her tits
recoiled and bounced from each rough strike.  Carole's orgasm continued, as
he continued to spank her nipples.  She groaned and shook as the pleasure
surged through her body.
   Not going to wait any longer, Sam pushed her off him and onto her back.
He pushed her legs back up to her head, almost folding her in half, and
pushed his cock back inside her.  He reached down and scooped up her head,
letting her watch as his cock pounded into her defenseless pussy.
   "Fuck...." he exclaimed blissfully a second later.  He pulled his cock
out of her just as the first blast of cum shot from its tip.  The long
strand of cum laced up her stomach and up to her tits.  He leaned back,
pumping his cock with his hand feverously.  Cum flew all over her, coating
her stomach and chest.  Finally, the spurting stopped.  He fell sideways
onto the bed.
   Both of them, panting, just laid there looking at each other for some
time.  Carole said, finally, "God, do you always cum like that?"
   "Yeah, is that a problem?" He laughed.
   "No," she smiled.  "Just wondering."
   They both fell asleep, not waking until nine in the morning.  Carole
woke when Sam lightly ran his fingers down her body.  Her eyes opened and
looked into his.  They both smiled.  "Good morning," he said.
   "Good morning," she replied.  They kissed deeply.
   "Come on," Sam said, getting out of bed.  "Let's get some breakfast."
   They took a shower together, washing each other's bodies.  After drying
off, Sam got dressed.  "What am I going to wear?" Still naked, she smiled
at him.
   "Here," he said, handing her a t-shirt.  She slipped it over her head.
The t-shirt covered her, but didn't hide much.  It was tight on her,
clinging to her tits and not hiding the bumps in the fabric formed by her
nipples.  Then he handed her a pair of shorts.  She was not sure where he
got them, or why he had them, but they fit perfectly.  He looked at her
admirably and said, "Nice...let's go."
   On the way to breakfast, he stopped the car at a small camera shop.  He
opened the door for her and followed her in.  Inside were an older man and
a real young man.  "Hey," Sam said.
   "Hey, Sam," the older man greeted.
   "I got several rolls of film.  Can I get you to process and make three
sets of three-by-fives of each picture?"
   "Sure," the old man said.  "When do you want them?"
   "Couple hours?"
   "Sure, give me three.  We'll get on them right now." The older man
called over the kid and handed him the small bag of film.
   "Thanks," Sam said, waving and leading her out of the shop.
   "Are those the pictures you took of me?" she asked when they got back in
the car.
   "Yeah," Sam said, starting the motor.  "I usually process all my
pictures myself, but I wanted to get them fast.  I can always go back and
crop them later.  They do a great job with the negatives."
   "I wasn't really worried about that," she said.  "I was just thinking
about them seeing me naked."
   "Oh," he said, laughing.  "Too bad." He gave her an evil smile.
   They had a leisurely breakfast at a small café, downtown, and talked for
over two hours.  Before getting back into the car, they took a walk, window
shopping and chatting.  When they returned to the camera shop, she followed
him inside.  The old man greeted them.  Carole saw that the kid looked her
up and down, smiling the entire time.
   "How did they turn out?" Sam asked.
   "Great," the old man said.  "You have a great eye."
   "Let's see them," Sam said.
   The old man put several stacks of glossy photographs on the counter. 
Sam started going through them, one at a time.  He looked pleased at the
results.  He separated one copy out of each photo into another pile and
then put the other two copies into small bags.
   When he was about half way through the photos, a young couple entered
the store and started looking around.  Sam made no attempt at hiding the
pictures he had spread out on the counter.
   "Can I help you?" the old man asked the couple when they came up to the
counter.
   "Just looking," the woman replied.  Then she gasped.  Looking down, she
saw all the naked photos of Carole.  Her husband, smiled widely.  He looked
at the pictures and then up at Carole.
   "Nice pictures," he said.  His wife elbowed him in the ribs.
   "Thanks," Sam replied.  "But it's hard to take bad pictures of such a
beautiful woman." He looked up at Carole.  "She has the perfect body for
photography," he smiled, reaching over in front of everyone and cupping her
right tit.  He squeezed it lightly and then went back to sorting photos.
   The woman looked shocked.  Her husband tried to whisper in his wife's
ear, but spoke too loudly, "See other husbands get to take naked pictures
of their wives." She elbowed him again.
   "Oh, she's not my wife," Sam said looking back up.  For the first time,
he noticed the wife.  She was a beautiful young blonde.  He looked her
right in the eye and said, "I just got to borrow her for a couple days."
The wife smiled back at him.  Her husband looked back down at the pictures.
Sam took the opportunity to hand the blonde his card.
   The husband and wife eventually left.  Sam finished sorting the
pictures. "Here," he said to the old man, "keep a copy for yourself." He
paid the man and picked up the bag of photos and they left.
   When they got back to his place, he led her inside.  He went through a
box of albums, selected one, and started putting a copy of each photo in
it. "Not the best, but good enough until I put together a professional
album." He handed Carole the album and said, "Here, give this to our
husband.  Tell him, I'll get him a better one later." He sat back on the
couch.  "So now what do you want to do?" he smiled.
   "I don't know," she said moving over closer to him.  "What do you have
in mind?" she put her hand on his thigh.
   "Well, to start off with, I only let you borrow that shirt," he held out
his hand.  "I would like it back now." Carole pulled the t-shirt off and
handed it back to him.  He kissed her and ran his hand across her chest. 
He pulled her down off the couch and onto the floor.  She moved over
between his knees.  He looked at her and smiled.
   She looked down at his zipper and then back up at him.  She pulled down
his zipper and unfastened his pants.  He lifted his ass and she pulled his
pants down around his ankles.  His stiff cock sprang out.  Carole licked
his huge balls for a minute before licking up the shaft of his cock.
   Soon she was deep throating him.  She sucked hard on his cock, quickly
bringing him to climax.  She had his balls cupped in her hands when she
felt them tense.  The cock in her mouth swelled.  She jammed it down her
throat and held still.
   Sam moaned as he unleashed his load.  Carole held as long as she could,
letting him cum straight down her throat, but eventually she had to
breathe. She backed off the still spurting cock and tried to take a breath.
A huge blast of cum shot into her throat and she swallowed, but it was
followed by another huge blast.  She gagged and coughed.  Choking, cum came
out of her mouth around the cock.  She coughed again and cum shot out her
nose.
   Sam stopped cumming and started laughing.  Carole was a mess.  She wiped
the cum from her face as he laughed.  She started laughing with him.
   "Most girls don't try that," Sam laughed.
   "Well, thanks for telling me," Carole said.
   "I thought you would have figured it out," he said.  "I'm sorry." He
handed reached over and grabbed a tissue from the coffee table.  "Here."
She took it and wiped her nose.
   After lunch, Sam brought Carole home.  Driving her topless through town
and leaving her at the curb, in sight of anyone that was looking.  She
walked up to the front door, came inside and gave me the photo album.  It
was outstanding, starting with her sitting cross-legged, working its way
through a bunch of positions, before ending with her using dildos and
covered with cum.
   Two weeks later, Sam brought me a more professional version that
included a couple of five-by-sevens.  He also gave me several eight by tens
for framing.  I brought out the pictures of the x-rays that Doc's assistant
took of us and showed them to Sam.
   "She really is talented, isn't she?" he said.  He slid the x-ray
pictures into some sleeves at the back of the book.  "Where is she?"
   "Shopping," I told him.  "She'll be home in a couple hours."
   "Oh, here," he handed me a small album of photos of the blonde from the
camera shop.  "Check the last photo," he told me.  "Apparently she wasn't
ready for a naked photographer." He laughed.  The last photo was of the
young woman covered with cum.  An almost identical picture as the one he
took of Carole.
   "She was a lot of fun," he told me, "but nowhere close to your wife."
Carole smiled at him.
   "That's why she is my wife," I said....
   Just then, Carole's brother, Craig, rang the doorbell.  Since the
wedding, her brothers and I had become fairly close.  He was a great guy, a
year younger than her...just turned eighteen...but I wasn't expecting him
there at that particular minute.  I let him in and led him to Sam in the
living room.  I introduced them and we all sat down.
   "What's up?" Craig asked.
   "We were just looking at some naked women," Sam laughed.
   I tried to shake my head, `No,' but he didn't catch on.
   "Really?" Craig said with a smile.  "Let me see." Before I could get it,
Craig reached over and picked up the book of Carole's pictures.  I got up
and went into the kitchen to get some drinks and so I could consider my
next move.
   "Oh, shit," I heard Craig say.  Sam laughed.  I brought three beers in
and handed them out.
   `Too late,' I figured, `might as well enjoy myself.'
   With an astonished look on his face, Craig, paged through the book,
looking hard at every picture.  He gasped when he got to the x-rays.  "Who
took these?" he asked.
   "I took them...well, except for the x-ray ones," Sam said proudly.
   "The Doctor's assistant took the x-rays," I added.
   "I...I...I really don't know what to say," he stuttered.  I saw,
however, that he started back trough the book, still looking.
   "What?" Sam pushed Craig's shoulder.  "You can't tell me that you
haven't seen her naked before.  Come on," he smiled, "you can tell us. 
You've seen her before haven't you?"
   "Well," he started.  "Well, yeah, a couple times." Craig then told us
about a couple of quick flashes he had seen, but he wouldn't get specific
at all and avoided all the questions.
   Sam eventually got bored.  "Well, I gotta go," he said, standing.  "Talk
to you all later."
   "See ya," I said, watching him leave the house.  I turned back to Craig.
"Sorry, I didn't expect you today.  I don't know what to say either."
   He didn't respond, but he continued to thumb though the naked pictures
of Carole...my wife...and his sister.  Finally, I broke the silence.  "She
is beautiful, isn't she?"
   "Yes, she is...even for a sister," he laughed.  "I am amazed at these
x-rays.  Is that you in her mouth?"
   "Yeah," I said.  "Hard to find a woman that can do that, huh?"
   He smiled, "Yeah, but I've seen her do it before.  Not sure they were as
big as you, though." He got an evil twinkle in his eye.
   "Really?  When?"
   "Well, get me another beer and I`ll tell you all about it."
   I returned a minute later with a cold six-pack.  I handed him one of the
cans.  "Well?" I asked.
   "Well, she was a real tramp in high school." He started.  "My friends
used to always give me shit about this guy or that guy fucking her.  She
got around." Then he looked at me.  "Oh, sorry, hope I am not pissing you
off."
   I laughed.  "You aren't telling me anything I don't already know.  Did
you ever see her doing it?"
   Again, an evil look.  "Yeah, a couple times."
   "Really?  Tell me."
   He opened his third beer and gulped.  "Well, actually I've watched her
many times.  She really gets into it.  One night, I watched her with one
guy for a while and right after he left another guy showed up."
   "Two in a row?  Nice." I smiled.
   "Yeah, it was," he seemed to go into a dreamy state for a minute.  Then
he said, "and she was always coming home without her bra.  Seems to always
lose it somewhere," he laughed.
   "Well, I know why," I laughed with him.  "Those things are fucking
awesome," I said, pointing at one of the pictures of her.
   "Yeah," he agreed, staring at the photograph.
   "So you've seen her get fucked by a bunch of guys, huh?  What did they
do to her?"
   "Damn near everything," he laughed, "but mostly just hopped on and rode
her."
   "Never like that?" I reached over and flipped to the x-ray of me in her
ass.
   "Jesus?" he said, startled.  "I just saw where you are.  Holy shit,
right up her butt."
   "Yeah," I said.  "She is good at it," I smiled.
   Craig gulped another full beer.  The kid was getting a little drunk by
now.  He looked at the pictures of her with the dildo.  "You don't mind her
doing that in front of other men?"
   "Why would I?  She is gorgeous and they just want to have sex with her.
I'm the only one that she makes love to." I smiled.  "Another?" He nodded
and I got up.  This time I brought back two shots of scotch and another
six-pack.  I put the beer on the table and handed him the small glass.  I
held it up in the air.  "To sex hungry wives," I toasted.
   "To sex hungry sisters," he smiled and then downed the scotch.
   I downed mine.  "Here, here...and your sister is fucking sex
STARVED...at least she acts like she is." He looked back down at the book
in his lap.
   "Who's cum is that all over her?"
   "All Sam's," I told him.  "I wasn't even there.
   "And that doesn't bother you?" he questioned again.
   "No.  Like I said, she loves to fuck, but that is not the same as making
love." I went on.  "Sex is like a hobby, something she really likes to do.
Just because we do it together doesn't mean that it's the same.  There is
love involved when she gives it to me.  When she gives it to them, it is
just sex...a hobby...like golfing, or fishing, or something."
   He was pretty drunk by now.  He had one hand on his dick and the other
around another beer.  The book was open in his lap and he just stared at
it. His sister's naked body on full display.  Just then, I heard the door
open.  It was Carole returning from her shopping trip.  I got up, leaving
Craig in the living room.  "Hi, baby," I said, surprising her.
   "Oh, hi," I didn't expect you home this early.
   "Well, Sam dropped off the pictures, so I came home early."
   "Is he still here?" She looked a little excited.
   "No, you little slut," I said, jokingly, and then kissed her on the
forehead.  "You can leave your shorts on today.  But lose that shirt."
   "Ah...okay," she looked a little confused, but shrugged and took her
shirt off.  She tossed it on the table by the door and followed me into the
living room.  "Oh, shit," she exclaimed when we rounded the corner and she
saw her brother sitting there.  Her arms went up, around her body, covering
her breasts as best she could.
   "Stop that," I said sharply, but quietly into her ear.  Craig had not
seen us yet.
   "But, that's my..."
   "I know who he is," I said, rolling my eyes.  "Look at what he is
looking at."
   "Oh, no," she said, looking at me.  "Why did you....?"
   "I didn't," I interjected.  "Sam did.  I tried to stop him, but I was
too slow.  Anyway, he has been staring at those pictures ever since.  You
can't get the book away from him and look...he has a firm grip on his
dick." I smiled.
   "Oh, no," she repeated.
   "Oh, yes," I said.  "Now, come on." I took her hand and dragged her into
the room.
   Craig was shocked when he saw Carole.  He scrambled to close the book
and put it on the table, spilling his beer in the process.  Then his eyes
went to her naked chest and stayed.  His expression changed from shock to
amazement...or maybe...did I see it?...lust.
   Carole couldn't do anything to cover herself, so she tried her best to
act natural.  "Hi," she said.
   "Hey," Craig responded, standing.  He moved up to her and they hugged,
her tits smashed up against his stomach.  Craig's hand moved up and down
her naked back when they hugged.  He held her a little too long and she
started to get a little creeped out.  She pushed back to break his hold and
then turned to her right to walk away.  When she turned, however, Craig's
left hand dragged across her tits.  I watched as he fingers moved directly
over her nipples.  I knew he felt the wonderful little nodules of goodness
at the tips of her tits.  His eyes lit up.
   Embarrassed but without any other choice, Carole continued to walk,
feeling his hands run across her chest, and then sat down on the couch.  I
sat down next to her and put my arm over her shoulder, my hand coming to
rest on her right tit.
   Craig guzzled beer and stared at his sister's chest as we continued our
conversation for a while.  We talked about normal things...but his eyes
never left her chest.  After several more beers, he was really drunk.  He
picked up the book again and opened it up.  He thumbed through it while we
talked.  Eventually, he leaned back and started to doze off.
   He was asleep.
   "I'll call your mom and tell her that he is going to spend the night
here," I said with a smile.
   "Okay," she said, standing.  "Dinner?"
   "Sure." I made the phone call and she fixed us dinner.  After dinner, I
went back into the living room and helped Craig into the guest bedroom.  He
passed out on the bed.
   After Carole was done with the dishes, I took her into our bed.  We made
love for over an hour.  A slow, loving, fuck.  It was awesome.  We finished
in a spoon position, my semi-limp dick up between her legs and my arm
draped over her side, my hand cupping her tit.
   I broke free for a second and reached over to the nightstand.  Without
her knowing, I hit `record' on a miniature cassette recorder.  "He told me
that he used to watch you with your boyfriends," I said.
   "I know," she confessed.
   "You do?" I asked.
   "Yeah, I saw him," she giggled.
   "So you didn't care?"
   "No," she admitted, "not really.  You know I like to be watched."
   "Yes, I do," I squeezed her tit.  "I love that about you."
   "I know."
   "So did you let him to anything other than watch?"
   "No..." she hesitated.
   "What?  Tell me..." I could tell there was more.
   "Well...Carl...umm..."
   "Carl?" I pushed.  Carl was her older brother.  I met him at the
wedding. He as about three years older than her and was a senior in college
now.  "What did you do?" I squeezed her tit again.
   She rolled over onto her back and looked at me.  "Well, he caught me one
day watching him in the shower."
   "How old were you?"
   "Fifteen," she said.  "He was in his senior year...a big boy," she
laughed.
   "And?" I pushed.
   "We were the only one's home.  He let me watch for a second, wrapped a
towel around his waist, and then grabbed me and pulled me into the
bathroom. When he yanked me into the room, his towel fell off.  He didn't
pick it back up.  `You wanna see?' he asked me.  I just stood there,
staring.  His dick started to get hard.  I was amazed.  Then he took my
hand and put it on it.  He got me to give him a hand job."
   "You like that?"
   "I was confused, but yeah..."
   "So...go on," I told her.
   "Well, He made me give him hand jobs every day after that," she said. 
"I would bring a towel into his room every night and stroke him off into
it."
   "Is that all?"
   "Well, he did feel my boobs."
   "Did he ever cum on them?"
   She smiled.  "Only once.  Just before he left for college, he made me
get on my knees and stroke him.  He yanked off my shirt and pointed it at
my boobs."
   "Did you ever suck it?"
   "No, not really," she paused and I waited for her to finish.  "I licked
the tip once."
   "What did he do?"
   She smiled.  "His dick twitched in my hand."
   "You liked that, didn't you?"
   "Mmhmm," she said with a big smile.
   "I bet he did, too," I said.
   "I'm pretty sure he did," she giggled again.
   I kissed her and then pushed her head down to my cock.  She sucked me
into her mouth.  While she sucked me, I turned off the tape-recorder.
   The next day, Carole went to work and I stayed home.  Craig woke up late
and met me in the living room.  He looked like his head really hurt.  He
sat down heavily on the couch.  He picked up Carole's book and then looked
at me.  "I thought I was dreaming all that," he said.
   I laughed.  "Nope, your sister is a major slut." I stood up.  "Here, you
gotta listen to this." I handed him the cassette recorder.  He pushed play.
He sat stunned as he listened.
   "Oh, my God," he said when it was over.  "I never knew."
   "Me neither, not until last night," I said.  "Guess she started looking
for men after he left."
   Looked like I had rocked Craig's world.  He was shocked.  He went home
not much after that, still with a shocked look on his face.
   (Continued)
   
  
Chapter 07