We soon settled into our new married life together, made new friends and had lots of fun but I did have to admit to myself that the sex was nothing like I had anticipated it would be. The more intense foreplay I had hoped for was not much different to our courting days, she was more tense now and always stopped me when my lips got anywhere near her vulva and still flatly refused to have my cock anywhere near her mouth. She did not have an orgasm when we made love and always needed me to bring one on for her afterwards, thankfully they were still very noisy and intense so I enjoyed that part.

We celebrated our first anniversary and as much as I loved my bride I was still trying to cajole her into more adventurous sex, even to the point of begging her to go to the woods now and then to have raw open air sex, of course hoping that we would be spied on without her knowledge and adding to my excitement, she flatly refused, telling me there was no need to go that far now we had our own home. It was a couple that lived down the road from us, our age and very good friends, who eventually threw me a lifeline to try and change my brides attitude to having fun. They visited us one evening and after a few glasses of wine produced a magazine that made Ann blush as it was about naturists. The photos were all airbrushed in the exciting places but there were a lot of breasts on show.

They had written to one of the clubs in a nearby county and had been invited to visit on the next Sunday but they did not want to go on their own so pestered us all night to go with them. A crimson Ann refused to consider it for ages but eventually gave in and although she changed her mind every day for the whole week could not back down when the fateful day arrived. I think I was probably the most surprised man on the planet when Ann had a wonderful day, fitting in as though she had been naked in company for most of her life and we eagerly joined when we were offered the chance, our friends though did not. We spent most Sundays during spring and early summer visiting and made new friends and I am not going to bore you with lots of the fineries of naturism but it was in the end going to change our married life dramatically in the near future.

The club was in its infancy, had a large wooden building with the common room, kitchen fronted by a counter, office and a large communal shower room which took some getting used to as it was quite open and we were often joined by others, the whole building being wrapped by a large wide veranda. Alcohol was banned as were cameras and single members were restricted to ladies with the exception of one elderly gray haired man who was the co-founder of the club, owning some of the adjoining land that was used by us all. It was mid summer and we had a few days off and so we went to the club midweek, knowing the a couple we had become close friends with and had a caravan on site would be there. Tom, the elderly man was also there and we spent the morning sunbathing then had lunch and sat outside the caravan, surprised when George produced a camera and asked if he could take a few photos. He assured us that they would be processed and printed discreetly and we did not object so I posed with my bride and his wife Anne, Tom declining to join in.

We were presented with a set of the pictures a couple of weeks later and we all laughed when Ann squealed as she said we were showing our naughty bits, then things went back to more normal visits until that fateful day in late summer when we once more went midweek. Tom was the only other person there, pottering about doing odd jobs as he usually did and after lunch we left him to it and went down to the meadow to catch the afternoon sun. Now one thing led to another and Ann did not object when I caressed her, soon panting with arousal and as she squirmed and squealed grabbed hold of my rampant prick wanking it with long full strokes as I gave her clitoris the attention it craved. There were loud squeals, moans and gasps that accompanied the thrashing about of her body in climax and I buried my length up her while she was still at her peak and as my own climax overtook me my six sense made me pull out so she had my ejaculation spurting over her quivering tits.

Ann was still in the throes of climax as Tom revealed himself not more than three metres from us, cock fully erect he just nodded towards me and silently disappeared. A quick glance at my wife assured me that she was oblivious to having been watched but more so thrilled at having my prick up her while she was having her orgasm and we were laughing and happy as we went back to the clubhouse, my hand caressing her breast as we walked. We sneaked into the showers and I had a quick suck on Ann's nipples while exciting her clitoris but she started to panic and stopped me from bringing her to a second peak so I started to lather her instead. She was once more receptive and so I spent lots of time on her breasts, belly and vulva causing her to giggle loudly. This was a rare occasion, my young wife had been very relaxed about sex for a change and had obviously enjoyed our outdoor romp and as I continued to soap her wriggling body she was laughing and leaning backwards on me, legs slightly parted so that I had easy targets.

Tom came in and just stood and stared at the provocative pose he had caught Ann in, fixing his gaze on her bouncing bubble covered tits and parted vulva and as she started to blush so his prick swelled. By the time she was crimson his rampant hard-on was pointing at her, the engorged purple bell-end shinning as his shaft jumped uncontrollably. Ann squealed at the sight, as it was after all only the second erect cock she had ever seen, and that triggered Toms excitement even more and without him even touching it and with a long sigh his semen suddenly erupted and splashed onto the floor in front of her. He was full of apologies and left, Ann obviously upset, asked me to get her out of there and we had a silent journey home.

Ann eventually calmed down, I playing it very low key so that she thought that her snap decision not to go to the club again was ok by me. It was a couple of days before she admitted that our behaviour in the showers was probably the cause of what had happened but she was still adamant that she would be too embarrassed to ever face him again. I could not persuade her to change her mind, thinking only that with winter approaching it would give her time to reconsider come spring. Not for the first time did I also feel relief that I had not told her of the numerous men that I suspected had watched our outdoor sex fun and did fleetingly wonder why it did not upset me but left a nagging longing for repeat encounters. Things were mundane for a while before a change came from an unexpected quarter and what unfolded was even more amazing to me as she still definitely did not put sex at the top of her list as a new wife even though she did enjoy it and was usually receptive to my advances as long as I did not push her and kept it to a couple of times a week.

I was in the barbers and as I waited my turn flipped through a girly mag and spotted a personal add from a couple that were interested in photography, intrigued, I jotted the box number down and wrote to it to see what happened. I had almost forgotten all about it when a month later I had a reply with all the details of what the couple liked doing, fairly modest stuff but the husband did all his own processing and printing in B/W. I wrote back, showing interest but not giving many of our own details and to be honest forgot about it.

I arrived home from work one evening and was immediately confronted by an angry wife and there was a letter and three photos of a scantily clad woman on the table. I was accused of being a dirty old man and a pervert at wanting to take pictures like that and she would never let me visit them. I in return fetched the other letter and assured her it was supposed to be something we both did as a bit of fun and something different explaining what it was all about. That did take some of the heat out of the situation, especially when I reminded her of the club photos but she was adamant that she was not that type of a wife and I could forget it.

I suffered for my misdemeanour, my spouse refusing me sex for the next two weeks and to compound matters she walked in on my frustrated masturbation in the bathroom. She looked at me in triumph and I cracked, sarcastically telling her to take pity on me and suck my erection, something she still flatly refused to do since we started courting. She turned on her heals and, looking back, she said she would bet I would love to get excited while watching her with another mans penis in her in her mouth, blushing crimson when I grinned and nodded furiously in assent and we did not speak to each other all night or next morning at breakfast.

Now I knew things were getting out of hand and it had been my fault so it was up to me to make moves to put it right. I left work early and prepared a meal with a nicely chilled bottle of wine and was rewarded with a peck on the cheek and a broad smile. Things were relaxed as the meal ended and after a grovelling apology I risked once more risked diving in to explain my reasons for writing to the couple. I reminded her that she was a very shapely woman and would look good posing in sexy undies or even less and I had just thought that it would be fun to try something new and adult for a change. Another bottle of wine and a long discussion on what she would and would not do, followed by a long sex session got the result I was hoping for as she whispered as she came down from her climax that she would maybe give it a try.
A minor miracle happened as we visited, got on with them, so went regularly over the next six months or so and soon had the girls posing naked, he also showed me how to process and print B/W films. Although we men did not ever disrobe a little sexiness crept in when a vibrator was introduced, adding fun to the normal routine and once I was actually allowed to be photographed with the two naked girls. The friendship eventually dwindled but I was now able to have sessions at home with Ann that ended up with a lot more fun than we had with the couple. Now I had all the kit it became a regular thing, the taking of the photos and the fun we had the best bit though, but I did become reasonable in the makeshift darkroom, Ann also enjoying this part of our hobby to the full. It was becoming obvious that my wife's sexual appetite was increasing slightly and she felt the urge for sex a little more. I was happy with her progress as it gave me a good excuse to buy a vibrator like the one our friends had and a little later I risked a dildo, purchased from a back street shop I had come across in the city, now giving her extra pleasure and adding a different aspect to our photo shoots although she did not like me using the toys too often. 

The man that supplied all my photographic stuff was about the same age as my father, was easy to get on with so I quickly warmed to him as he helped me advance my hobby, steering me towards the mid priced darkroom equipment but insisting that I stuck to top grade chemicals and paper, the latter he supplied at discount price to help me along. He took more than a passing interest in us and I was flattered so he eventually wheedled out of me that I was taking quite naughty poses of my bride, innocently letting him view the most recent photos on my next visit. 

He was often enthusing over her figure while adding that it was obvious that she now loved posing and showing her body off, thus letting him persuade me to give him a few pictures as we got more daring and her poses became very suggestive. These soon became the ones he wanted most and he was soon asking more personal questions about us and what we got up to in our sex life. I gave him a quick thumbnail, careful to emphasise that she was not very adventurous when it came to the knity-gritty and he smiled broadly when he knew another man had actually taken photos of her naked, again looking satisfied when he had his first look at pictures I had taken of Babs.  

On one of my longer visits he ended up looking very serious, instinctively lowering his voice even though we were on our own, confiding in me that he would love to take a few photos himself and that I would probably reap the benefits of it if I could get Ann to agree and she got used to it again. I knew I was on thin ice but just mentioned it in passing and she surprisingly said she knew he was giving me a lot of advice about photography but she would not want to do pose with just us two men there. I was careful not to reveal that he now had a few of her pictures for himself, already warning him not to divulge it to her if they ever met so I did not push it and just told her that if she ever felt brave enough to do it she should let me know. 

It did not take long after all for him to meet her as he phoned with an invitation to a wine tasting at a merchant friend of his. We had a great time and sampled a few different wines, buying a couple of bottles of Ann's favourites, spoke to quite a few people that were there and were both merry and were very glad that photo-man had given us a lift and was taking us back home afterwards as we did drink freely. At the end we were among the small group being the last there and it was obvious that the other men were all friends of the two men and a cheer went up as a camera was produced and Ann was besieged with requests to pose as a salesgirl offering all of them bottles and cases of the products, which she laughingly did for a quarter of an hour or so. 

I was more than a little put out though when photo-man whispered to me that all of these men had seen his pictures of Ann and he said they were probably using their imaginations as she posed with them, but I calmed down when he agreed to make sure that she never found out, chuckling when I told him if she did get to know she would probably never pose for me again. It was fairly early when he dropped us off and Ann politely asked him in for a cup of tea, but as he had bought a case of his favourite wine he suggested that we try that instead. We sat chatting and enjoying wine and I risked showing him our latest photos, making my wife blush as we pointed out her best features to each other although she did laugh with us in the end. 

The bottle was empty and he insisted that he opened another and after drinking more I knew I had made a bit of a pig of myself and was a little the worst for it so I slowed down. Ann was very buoyant by then and she too said she was feeling more than just tipsy but our guest smiled and said it would do us good to let our hair down once in a while. We were well down the second bottle when he suggested it would round the evening off if she would do some more posing for us, letting me take a couple of shots of her sitting naked on his knee and that would make an old man very happy. She surprised me by not blowing up and bringing the visit to an end, blushing crimson though and telling him said she had never done anything like that and she would be too embarrassed to do it. He poured her another glass and while she was drinking he asked me if I thought it was a good idea and all I could say was I was all for it but it was up to her to do it or not, she giggled and was obviously flattered but after a long hesitation said she would do it with her undies on for a laugh but that was as far as she would go. 

We two men settled for that and I set the camera up while she undressed, noting that as usual her undies did not leave much to the imagination. I took a few poses as she pranced about and then the man sat on a chair and she sat on his knee giggling so much after a couple of shots he had to put an arm round her to stop her from slipping off, then he cupped a breast as if by accident, hooking his fingers in the bra and when she wriggled again he pulled it up baring her breasts. She blushed and squealed but did not move as she was so taken by surprise, he undid the clasp and it was discarded so I took another couple of shots as he half turned her, feasting his eyes on the spreading areola and hardening nipples before gently caressing her ample mounds. She uttered a weak protest, telling him not to be so naughty, but it was obvious she was excited by what was happening and her eyes were sparkling as she arched her back so that they presented an easy target.   

I did not quite know what to do so I put the camera down and just watched, guiltily excited, as another man handled my wife's breasts for the first time in her life. It was obvious to me that he knew what he was doing as he soon stopped and gently turned her to face me and the realisation that I was intently watching the action made her blush deeply but she relaxed as he only had an arm round her waist so that his hand was on her belly. I grabbed the camera and defused the situation by taking a few shots of them, noting that his hand was sliding ever closer to the elastic at the top of her panties.

What happened next was so swift that I only had time to stare open mouthed as his hand disappeared and the bulge in the flimsy material bore witness to the fact that he had reached the slit of her vulva. It was a squealing crimson faced wife that shot off his knee and rapidly disappeared through the door and we could hear her running up the stairs. Photo-man was over the moon as he told me things were looking up when it came to getting Ann back into posing naked for another man again, smiling at my quizzical enquiring look and quickly telling me that as he found her clitoris it was already swollen with obvious excitement so we should strike while the iron was hot and get her to let me invite him again.

It was a tearful wife that I found in bed and between sobs she insisted that she had not wanted that to happen and I should not be angry with her. I went to great lengths to convince her that she was in no way to blame and light heartedly and very gently told her that it was because she was so desirable and we could not blame the man for getting carried away, reminding her of the time in the shower room with Tom. She giggled nervously but calmed down and admitted that because the whole evening had been so great she had ended up very relaxed and had found his attentions exciting and had enjoyed the posing but would never have dreamed it would go that far. I risked telling her that men would be men and I had not minded watching what had happened and would love to have him back if he realised that things would not go that far again and we would just stick to photography. 

She was not very happy at the thought of putting temptation in his way a second time but knowing how much I liked using the camera would think about it in a week or two. It took a month though of careful persuading to get her to relent and allow me to invite him back and even then she was reluctant when the evening arrived. I was careful with the amount of wine we all had and as the evening progressed Ann got into the swing of it and ended up naked with two lenses and two pair of excited men's eyes feasting on her body. She was full of beans and actually wanted sex as soon as our guest was gone, making the night literally end with a "bang!" Now the ice was broken once more it became regular once a month fun and she did not mind now and then when he actually had hands on her body as he posed her in ever increasing provocative poses so more progress and a subtle new element had been introduced by photo-man.
For one reason or another there had been a lapse in his visits so I for one was looking forward to his arrival, wondering though if Ann's still obvious naivety to this still new and strange to her two men one woman situation would put us back to square one. It was obvious from the start that our guest had a plan as he came with a couple of bottles and we were soon lounging around mellowed as the second bottle was almost empty. There had been no hurry shown to get the camera set up and when he asked Ann if he could undress her to get things started she only hesitated for a few moments before standing in front of him.

She was blushing by the time her tits were on show giving me a somewhat guilty look when he slowly removed her panties and turned her so that at last she was sitting naked on his lap and she involuntarily lent back on him and slightly parted her legs, not complaining as his fingers went to her vulva, parting the lips to show her now swollen clitoris exciting it and making her moan and pant with pleasure. He pushed a finger inside her vagina and as she squirmed against him made it two, I should have been rampant by now but the amount of wine I had consumed and the guilt I felt for being a party to all this happening to my young wife kept my penis flaccid, he on the other hand was rubbing himself against her and must have been reaching a peak of excitement at his luck. 

Three of his fingers were inside her tunnel by now and she was writhing and squealing with the treatment she was receiving and as he fully stretched her vagina and pushed them in and out she had her first orgasm for him. She slipped off his knee and onto the floor with the excitement of it all and before he knelt by her side he dropped his trousers showing her that he was now rampant, she gasped, realising that only the third erect prick she had seen was circumcised and giggled as she masturbated it, not quite knowing how to handle it but soon mastering a way of sliding her fingers over the full length of the stiff shaft and it was his turn to pant and moan with pleasure as within a couple of minutes he groaned and pulsed ejaculating thick white sticky cream all over her body. 

Long spears of semen covered her tits, belly and pouting vulva and it took an age before he had emptied himself and as soon as he had finished Ann squealed and rushed out of the room and ran up stairs. It was a beaming old man that left and told me it had been a terrific evening and he hoped he would be invited back soon, volunteering to bring a porn movie to show us next time. I went upstairs and found a smiling wife in bed, giggling at having the nerve to do that to another man, blaming the wine for her part in it all, saying that as soon as the man had aroused her she could not help herself and in the end had enjoyed all that he did to her and she had done to him. I told her it was ok by me and I had enjoyed watching them have fun and there was no real harm done as she had been willing, her orgasm had made me realise that she wanted him to do it and she could always think of it as a new experience. 

She blushed slightly at my reaction, realising that I had approved from the start and so she confidently asked me if I had realised how much semen he had splashed over her body before he had finished and we both ended up laughing when she admitted she would never have believed a man could ejaculate that much if she had not seen it for herself. I gave her a couple of days to reflect on what had happened before tentatively telling her of his offer to bring a naughty film if we invited him to visit again, she knew what one was but was still a little confused, blushing as I graphically described what a porn film was all about and said although she was curious and would like to watch one she did not think she would dare if another man or even a couple were there. 

I kept mentioning it over the next couple of months and in the end her curiosity got the better of her and she agreed to let me arrange it but asked me to give her a couple more weeks to get used to the idea. Photo-man was eager and it was soon set up and I even surprised myself with the thought of how much I wanted to see if my wife could be cajoled and manipulated into having fun with him a second time, having great doubts though as she did remind me more than once that nothing like the first time would ever be repeated.

Well, as life does, things did not just smoothly sail along and Ann was promoted and it meant we had to move to the suburbs, the good news being that the new position came with a good sized apartment. That meant the film show was put on hold for a couple of months until we settled in and though I tried to persuade her the first week that we should christen it with the film show and perhaps a bit of  photography as the new lounge would make it fun she was reluctant but thankfully relented and I arranged it again. 
