Shy Wife
By: nonono69@hotmail
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I have been married to my very lovely wife Lori for 
about two years. Lori has always been very shy but
she tries so hard to please me. I first met Lori
when we were in high school. She was dating my best
friend Jim at the time. Me and Jim would go out 
drinking at least once a month after we turned 18. We
told each other everything. A month before we were to
graduate High School we were very drunk together and
Jim started talking about Lori. He liked her a lot but
didnt think she was the girl he wanted to marry. This
surprised me a lot as she was a very nice girl and
EXTREMEMLY cute. 

Jim went on to tell me how she was a devoted catholic
and even though they were nowing fucking a couple 
times a week, Lori refused to use any birth control.
She would only use the rhythm method which meant
she tried to time when it was safe or not to have
sex. This method can work for a while but sooner or
later you will make a mistake and get a little baby
as a surprise. For some reason, the fact that my
best friend was fucking Lori a couple times a week
and the fact that they used the rhythm method of birth
control somehow turned me on even more. Perhaps 
because it was the most intimate and high-risk method
of contraception that it turned me on so much. I was
so envious of Jim at that time.

I can still remember how excited I'd get thinking 
about Lori, every time I would see her, wondering if
her boyfriend had recently fucked her. And perhaps
his cum was still in her cunt. They might have even
miscalculated her cycle, or in a moment of passion, 
had tried to cheat fate, and she might be unknowingly
pregnant with his baby. I'm not sure it was such a 
turn on, but the more I thought about it, the more
excited I became. When Lori and Jim finally broke
up right after high school graduation, I seized the
opportunity to swoop in, court her, romance her and
eventually marry her.

Of course, once I started dating Lori and we became
really involved, Lori lost all interest in other
boys and devoted herself to me, body and soul. I knew
she really loved me and thats why I asked her to 
marry me. We were married about a year after we
got out of High School. We were both 19 at the time.

We're now both 21. Lori was very shy around people and
worked for a Doctors Office. She tried so hard to
please me and did about everything she could to see
that I was always happy. Slowly but surely I started
Lori dressing a little more sexy with each month of
our marriage. Now when we went out, she would let
me pick her clothes that she would wear. Usually
they were something very short and sexy. I picked out some
very nice heels for her and by the time we left the
house she was a knockout. I found out I loved it when
the guys would turn their heads and stare at her as
we walked by. They would have that lustful look on
their face. Each time I saw this I would catch 
myself reminiscing about the days when she was dating
Jim, having sex with him and how much the thoughts
of this really turned me on more and more.

As much as these thoughts really turned me on, I 
could never bring myself to tell Lori about it. I was
too afraid of what she would think of me and our
marriage. But the thoughts of Lori and another man
were always a deep inner secret that I knew I could
never talk about. This routine went on for more then
a year. I would take Lori out dressed to kill. All
the guys would stare and make comments behind our
backs about what a fox she was. Then I'd take her
home and fuck her thinking about some other guy
doing it to her.

Then something changed. We went to a wedding 
reception one fateful evening.  As we both drank and
mingled, we became seperated and involved with 
conversations with other guests that were there at
the reception. I finally noticed that Lori had struck
up a conversation with a nice-looking older woman,
perhaps in her mid-forties or so, but still very
attractive, stylish and even rather sexy for her age.

As I went over to introduce myself and join Lori in
the conversation, the older woman graciously
introduced herself and immediately began complimenting
me on how attractive and sweet Lori was. She also
mentioned how photogenic she was. She immediately
went on to explain that her husband was a professional
photographer, and, over the years, she had developed
an eye for 'talent' in determining if someone
tended to be photogenic. In fact, she went on to
explain, she had worked with her husband on countless
shoots, in charge of make-up, hair and wardrobe.

It was immediately obvious to me that Lori, as so 
often occured, had drank a little too much again.
She had such a low tolerance for alcohol. She enjoyed
drinking it but just a little bit affected her a lot.
Lori was noticeabley under the influence, although
the gracious older woman did not seem to notice or
care.

As the conversation continued, and the friendship
between Lori and the much older woman blossomed,
the older woman cordially invited Lori, with my
permssion, to stop by the photo studio sometime
for the grand tour, to meet her husband and to see
some of her husband's work.  They concluded the 
conversation with an exchange of phone numbers
and pledged to get together soon for lunch and
perhaps an afternoon of shopping.

A few days later, the woman phoned and the two got 
together, as promised. That night Lori couldn't wait to 
tell me all about the fun times the two
girls had together, out on the town, and how 
impressive the photo studio and photos were.

And, she added, that the woman's husband had 
wholeheartedly agreed with his wife that the young
woman was most definitely attractive and
photogenic.  And to prove it, they'd set up for
a free photo shoot and that Lori could select two or
three of her favorite outfits to bring to wear for
the shoot, and any photos taken would be hers to
give to her husband.

Well, it all seemed legit, and I actually was every
bit as enthuiastic about the prospect as Lori was.
In fact, I even selected the outfits I wanted her
to wear for the shoot. The day of the shoot, I
rushed home, anxious to hear all about the photo
shoot and wanting to see how the photos came out.  

When I got home, I was surprised to find Lori fast
asleep on the sofa.  I quietly fixed myself
something to eat and let her sleep until
she finally awakened, several hours later.  She 
appeared sluggish and woozy, and when I asked her
what was wrong, she simply shrugged and told me she
had a splitting headache, but she would be fine.
As she slowly came out of her stupor, I eventually 
brought the topic of conversation around to the
photo shoot, wondering how it had gone.

Lori explained that the photos wouldn't be ready
for a few days or so, but the shoot went pretty well.
The older woman had helped her with her make-up and 
hair, as promised, and the photogapher had showed
her some sample poses and briefly explained how the
photo shoot would go, but she was understandably shy
and nervous in front of the camera for the first time.

To help put Lori at ease, they had suggested a glass
of wine to help her relax and to put her in the mood 
before beginning the shoot, rather than waste film.
As they sipped one glass of wine, and then a second,
she began to feel the effects of the alcohol, perhaps
because it was consumed on an empty stomach, she reasoned.

Lori explained to her her husband that by the time
they finally began the photo shoot, she was feeling 
very strange, woozy and not very steady on her
feet -- especially in heels. She vaguely remembered
the older woman helping to steady her, asking her
several times if she was all right, reassuring her and
helping to pose her as the photographer called out
instructions from hehind the camera.

Although she couldn't recall with any degree of 
certainty how her photos were taken, she remembers 
being given a couple of aspirin and a glass of
water to help clear her head, and that was the last
thing she remembered. When she awoke, sometime later,
she was woozy and disoriented, and feeeling 
embarrassed, apologizing profusely for having consumed
so much wine on an empty stomach, and for passing out
during the photo shoot.

The older woman reassured her that there was nothing 
to be embarrassed about or to apologize for, and
they'd simply reschedule the photo shoot
for sometime in the future, when she was feeling
better. And with that, she helped Lori up and to her
car, offering to see her safely home.


Once home, the woman had helped Lori to the sofa, 
fetched her a glass of water and waited with her
until she was sure she was okay.  Lori vaguely
remembers falling back to sleep, and the next thing 
she remembered was waking up to find that her
husband was home. A short time later, the phone rang,
and it was the photographer phoning to check to ensure
that Lori was in fact okay, explaining briefly to
the me that she just got a bit woozy after having 
consumed some wine on an empty stomach, and the
combination of that and the hot studio lights must've
gone straight to her head and caused her to pass out.
But, he added, he was sure she would be as good as new
in the morning.


Meanwhile, the photogapher reassured me that Lori's
car was safe at the studio overnight, but he'd need
to arrange for the me to drop by the studio the next
day to pick up Lori's car, since the photographer's
wife had driven her home in their car, with Lori
being in no condition to drive herself home.

I suggested that I could drive in with Lori in the
morning, on our way to work, and that Lori could pick
up her car then and drive herself home and I 
would continue on to work from there. I agreed with
the photographer on a time and ended the phone call.
The next morning, we arrived at the studio on
schedule, Lori quickly picked up the outfits she'd
left at the studio the day before, blushing and
apologizing again for having passed out during the 
photo shoot.

Once again the cheery photographer reassured Lori it
was nothing to be embarrassed about or apologize for,
shook her hand and wished her a good day. Then, as I
offered my hand and thanks for the hospitality
and for their thoughtfulness in taking care of Lori
when she became ill, the photographer suggested a 
quick tour of the studio before I headed off to work.

After the cook's tour, he ushered me back to the back
room and nonchalantly poured me a stiff drink.  I
good-naturedly refused, explaining it was a bit too
early in the day for a drink and, besides, I was on 
my way to work -- didn't want to show up with alcohol
on my breath! But when the photographer guided me
over to the vcr, he handed me the drink, and told me
to press 'play' -- excusing himself and leaving me
alone to watch the video, I soon changed my mind
about downing the stiff drink.

Obviously the photo session had been videotaped, and,
as the videotape played on, it was soon apparent that
much more had occurred during the shoot than Lori had
recalled, or that either Lori or myself could have 
possibly imagined. As Lori became more and more woozy,
she had been unwittingly posed in more and more 
provocative poses, and the two 'aspirins' were in fact
a potent drug that quickly incapcitated her.  With her
'out on her feet' the photographer's wife artfully
reapplied Lori's make-up, restyled her hair and then
undressed and redressed her in several very sexy,
suggestive costumes and outfits, including a French
maid's uniform, lingerie and, of course, high heels.

And the videotape revealed that, as the photo shoot
progressed, Lori had been posed in such a way to look
like she had been shamelessly fingering herself and 
then masturbating with a dildo and finally a vibrator
as well, as the photographer's wife carefully set up
each pose and the photographer snapped picture after 
picture. When they had finally ran out of film and ideas, 
the videotape graphically showed the 
photogapher stepping out from behind the camera,
undressing and then stroking his cock as he took his 
position in front of the passed out Lori, sprawled 
shamelessly on the sette, her legs spread wide, her 
pussy slightly agape and glistening invitingly.

Without fanfare, the photographer squatted and 
unceremoniously fed his raging cock into the sleeping Lori, 
fucking her for only a minute or so 
before he stiffened, plunged deep and emptied his load
into her unprotected cunt, apparently without even a
second thought of whether he impregnated her or not.
I quickly remembered that Lori still used the rhythm
method of birth control. In the couple of years I had
been with her, I could never get her to get on the
pill. Even more shocking to me was that he could 
clearly hear the photographer's wife asking her 
husband if Lori's pussy was nice and tight, and
coaxing him on 'to fuck her good' as she used
such vulgar, suggestive language. After all, she had
portrayed herself so convincingly as being a woman so
much more refined, educated and sweeter than she 
apparently was.

After the photographer stepped away from the passed
out Lori, the photographer's wife carefully spread
the unconscious Lori's cunt, using her thumb and
forefinger, as semen could be seen oozing out of her
gaping hole as the video faded to black. I just stood
there, staring at the dark screen, then downed the
drink in one gulp.

Just then the photographer stepped back in and started
to spell out his blackmail terms to me, explaining
that his wife had picked up on the fact that Lori was
certainly very attractive and sexy, but also
innocently naive and a woman who could not hold her
liquor, a perfect combination for their little ploy.
He also confessed to me that both he and his wife
have always been voyeurs, always shared similar
sexual fantasies, that they'd discussed and refined
for years, looking for the perfect person to fulfill
their fantasies -- and Lori was the perfect choice.

The photographer assured me that the videotape would
never be shown to anyone -- as it clearly incriminated
the photographer and his wife in a felony, drugging
and then raping the unconscious Lori. But he also
assured me the photographs looked authentic enough,
portraying Lori as a willing participant, modeling
shamelessly for the camera. With that, he showed me 
a few snapshots, proving to me that the photos were
very convincingly posed. I was now in total shock.
If I would agree to 'loan' Lori to them for several
fantasy episodes, she need ever even know about the
drug and raping at the photo studio, or any 
subsequent events involving her, and the photos will
never be shown to family, friends and neighbors, or
sold over the internet.

Unknown to me at the time, the photographer was not
showing all of his cards just incase I didnt go along
with his plans, but since Lori and the photographers
wife had already struck up a friendship, the plan was
for the older woman to set up several dates for them
(girls night out type of thing) to go out on the 
town together. With Lori's inability to hold her
liquor, laced with drugs the photographers wife would
have a field day, dressing up Lori in provocative 
outfits and exposing her to unwitting episodes of
public flashing and setting up for strangers to fuck
lori while she watches and her husband videotapes
from an undetected location.

The entire success of the illicit plan was securing
my cooperation, using blackmail, and somehow 
convincing me that I was actually protecting Lori from
shame and humilation and scandal if I agreed to their
plans. They knew I wouldnt want the photos of what
happened to get out in the public. As i mulled 
everything over, remembering the graphic video of
everything that happened to Lori, it rekindled my
intense sexual fantasies of the days when Lori had
dated my best friend. My deepest fantasy of the
prospect of Lori dressing in sexy clothes, turning
heads, and having every guy want her started to
take over my thinking. 

I finally tell the photographer that I dont really
have a choice. I will agree to protect Lori from
the shame and humilation that would occur if the
pictures were to get out to her friends and family.
But I also tell him I will only go along with their
plans under one condition, and that is that I am
there too, to watch out over Loris safety. But the
truth is, this would be my fantasy come true. I
wouldnt want to miss a minute of it. The tape I
watched had turned me on more then they would ever
know. I finally agreed to terms with the photographer
and the deal was struck. His wife would invite
Lori out Saturday for some shopping and then dinner
and a club. I was to encourage her to go out with
her and have a great time. 

I finally left the studio and went to work. For
the next five days all I thought about was what
was going to happen Saturday when Lori met up
with the photographers wife. Finally it was Saturday
morning and Lori was going out at about noon. She
was going to be picked up at the house and of course
I helped her pick out the clothes she would wear.
I picked one of her cute short dress outfits. It
wasnt one of her shortest dresses but it was cute
and very sexy. Then at exactly noon the doorbell
rang and when I answered it there was the
photographers wife. She introduced herself again
and finally I remembered her name was Karen. Karen
got Lori and off they went. The last words out of
Karens mouth was dont wait up for us. Luckily I
already knew what was planned next.

The photographer came and picked me up at my house
about 15 minutes after the girls left. He took me
back to the studio and said that the girls would
probably be back there around 4pm. Karen would take
her time getting Lori a little drunk then slipping
her the drug that would sort of knock her out.








  

















  
shy wife