A story of how a pal got to photograph my wife...and more!
PART 1:
This story goes back to last Xmas. We had invited a couple of friends round for a few drinks. As it turned out only “N” arrived as his wife had a late emergency call out for her job. Anyway, we had quite a bit booze and we started to make silly bets and such like....and the forfeits for losing started to get naughtier. Upshot was that I lost one bet and a result my wife had to agree to let N take some pic's of her...in lingerie...and that I couldn't be present and had to leave the house for half an hour....a good excuse to nip down to the off licence and bag some more beers....but I would be allowed to see the pic's as soon I got back.
Now, "T", my wife is a very "girl-next-door", "butter-wouldn't-melt" lady - she really is. She's a lovely personality and we have never been swingers or anything like that. She's now 50, but still has a terrific little body and under the surface somewhere is a little horny sex-kitten which just needs bringing out!
Anyway, I set off and left them with it, with T going off to get into some lingerie for the photoshoot....I was in the knowledge that the agreement was "lingerie only pic's" no more....but the powerful thought on my mind was "Hmmm, wonder how far she will go with the pic's"....knowing that I would able to see the pic's when I got in.
So, I arrived back to see N & my wife, with huge smiles on the faces - laptop at the ready and pic's loaded on....here's the first three pics...and they had stuck to the "lingerie rule" (So Far!) with T having chosen a nice sexy black chemise and stockings & sussies:
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