[ModelT-MsDollie]

PICTURE GAMES part 2

---I left off writing that we were down to two picture game pen pals. The reason I am adding this to my picture game thread is we became friends because of our game of sharing sexy pictures of our wives. I have no idea what any of the other couples did with Dollie’s photos but we never sent any pen pal pictures to our other pen pals. As we broke up with a couple we either returned their photos or destroyed them.
---Using this basic idea and the internet you may decide to get some pen pals of your own. Only your sexual preferences and how active you and your partner are will limit who becomes your friends. Had Dollie been willing to swap or join in orgies we had a much larger choice of pen pal friends closer to home.
---Couple number one lived on the far east edge of Ohio, exactly at my 300 mile limit for pen pal friends. This was so we could eventually visit couples we enjoyed sharing stories and photos with. I figured it would be fun to dress wild and go places with them to take pictures. Couple number one’s story is in CLOSET CLEANING.
---The following story about pen pal couple number two follows and hopefully I haven’t already told it. This one also shows that altho we are perfect, we sometimes fucked up.
---First off, this couple Pat and Jim, maybe real names, maybe not, were about our ages, early 30’s.
---Before I tell why we split from this couple, leaving only couple number one pen pals, I’ll tell a little about Pat and Jim. Pat was thin with great looking legs and very perky perfect medium titties. Far from large but great for her build. Jim was among the first to send more daring photos with other people beside Pat while her pussy was exposed.
---What really made our friendship special was after Jim sent several more pictures of Pat near a lake and on an interstate overpass. I sent some older similar photos of Dollie in nearly the same spot and told them what lake it was. Same with the trucker flashing overpass. Pat was nude in her photo. Dollie wore only a bikini bottom. Several years earlier we’d camped at that same State park near the interstate highway. Somewhere I still have a few of Pat’s pictures.
--- We’d been sharing stories and photos for over five years, talked on the phone, and made plans to meet half way. I’m thinking they live around 120 miles east. We’d planned on meeting at a well know large park with a zoo. We’d all been there also many times. To make it interesting we did not arrange any special place in the park to meet. Both of us couples were to just wander around until we found each other attempting to sneak up and flash the other. Sadly we never met.
---Here are a few of Pat’s stories. They liked going to nightclubs to dance. But these weren’t normal nite clubs or normal dances. Supposedly Pat would dance with lots of different single men as Jim watched. They sent many pictures of the outfits pat wore while dancing. Very much like Dollie’s bar and strip club clothes. Pat also went without underwear. I’m thinking they took turns writing while Dollie never did any of our writing.
---Seems like Pat told of a few times while dancing with strangers that the guys would work his hand up the back of Pat’s skirt to expose and rub her ass while Jim and others watched. She also told of those same guys rubbing her pussy then slipping a finger in as they slow danced. They included dark but viewable photos.
---I Can’t remember which wrote several other wild things about Pat while dancing. Supposedly several guys actually fucked Pat as she danced on a crowded bar room dance floor. Jim also mentioned different strangers taking Pat out in the alley behind their favorite bars to fuck her. So far no hints of us swapping came up but I knew this friendship was going down hill. More pictures soon came of pat being fondled and her pussy rubbed by other men. They hadn’t gotten to real porn yet but had hinted about sending pictures if I would send some with Dollie and other men. About as close as I got to meeting that challenge were my earlier photos of young guys playing with Dollie’s tits.

---Ironically it was me that blew it. We lived at the end of a cul-de-sac with the house very near the curb. It had a pair of large double windows on each side of a full glass storm door. The inside door was open most of the daytime. There are stories about who looked in that storm door in Closet Cleaning. Dollie was in the habit of running around in the house nude when the kids were gone. Almost daily she met the mailman as he tapped on the door glass and held the mail. They usually talked briefly about the weather, or whatever.
---There are two steps up to the house. The mailman and others would stand up on the first step to knock on the door. This put them, mailman in this sample, eyeball to nipple with Dollie and only a few feet away from them.
---Of course the mailman and the young paperboy came every after noon. (Probably literally) The paperboy was maybe 16 or 17 at that time but he’d been seen peeking in at naked Dollie ever since he took that paper route, some three years now. (Dollie late 20’s- maybe 30) She didn’t plan for him to see her. It just happened as she walked around in the house. Directly in about eight feet from the front door which led to a closed in porch (former beauty shop) is the opening into the living room. I’d removed that door when I remodeled and we were heating and cooling the porch. It became my CB and visiting room. Between the living room and dining room was a wide opening which also gave a good view thru and into the kitchen even though that door was off to the right. Dollie could be clear at the rear of the house in part of the kitchen and be seen from outside on the porch step. Many people walking down the sidewalk learned that in time.
----Since the paperboy had stared in the door for years at Dollie she stopped trying to hide when he brought the paper. I guess he saw the mailman a few times handing her the mail because he started tapping on the door glass and waited till Dollie came to get the newspaper or pay the bill. Our oldest son was nearly his age by then and all of our kids saw Dollie at least topless into their teens. They finally begged mommy Dollie to put more clothes on because their friends were talking.

----I guess it was inherited. Dollie’s mom and older sister were even worse. Altho her mommy had three boys, Dollie, and a little sister still at home mom was often nude or topless when I went there to visit. The older sons who only stopped a few times each year not only saw mom naked they played with her ass and perky titties. In a short time I was forced to do the same. I was taking advantage of the situation because I never expected me and Dollie to last. I’m still not sure it will!
And I don’t know how many young neighbor kids and old men saw mommy and big sis topless or naked. The older sister was married. We’d visit and Doris wouldn’t bother to put a top on. Yes there are stories about them both. I can’t write anything without adding other kinky stuff.

---Back to the picture games and the paperboy. I was home sitting in my easy chair and for some reason had the film camera in my hand. It must have been cooler weather because Dollie let the paperboy in while she went to get some money to pay him. I made small talk until Dollie came back, boobies bouncing. As she turned at a perfect side angle I snapped a few pictures of her and the paperboy.
---This is where I screwed up with pen pals number two. As the paperboy reached for his money it appeared in the photos as if he was holding Dollie’s tit. I sent a few of those pictures to Pat and Jim. We received a nasty letter and most of the pictures I’d sent them over the years. In their next few letters we were called perverts and all sorts of things for messing with a minor. We were told that Pat’s kids are that age and she’d never let them see her naked. Our friendship was over!
----Well in truth we both should have known better. But this was one of those things that just developed over years and when the photo opportunity came up I really didn’t even think about it. I fucked up! Maybe that’s why now we stress not messing around where minors can see or get involved. Shit happens. But in our defense, we were no more than the paperboy’s age when our picture games began.
--- What got us was Pat and Jim sent pictures with what looked like younger kids in the background while she posed showing everything and she admitted to fucking other men. Still we understood and all we could do is say we were sorry.
---That left only one pen pal couple. Read CLOSET CLEANING to see where that one went sour! These games ain’t easy or everyone would be doin it!