A Wife Shared and Taken
I continued to chat in the group for a few weeks, reading and sharing
kinky ideas and fantasies with the guys. Occasionally one of them would
message me asking if I had any more pics to share of my wife. But I
didn't have anything worth sharing. I started to think of ways to get
more photos to share. I even asked the guys in the group to share ways
they have tricked their wives into taking racy photos for them.
The next month's theme was voted on and it was lingerie. The guys
figured they would have an easier time convincing their wives to send
them a sexy picture if they bought them some new lingerie. I used the
prize money from the first contest to buy my wife a lacy bra, stocking,
and garter belts. I called her from work and let her know that I had
made reservations for us at a nice restaurant.
"How, fancy, what is the occasion?"
"Oh I just want you to know that even though we've been married for some time I appreciate you. I think you are the sexiest woman alive, and I want to have a romantic night together."
When she got home from work, I had some flowers and a gift wrapped box of her sexy underwear waiting for her.
"Oh, that kind of romantic night," she laughed.
When she came downstairs she looked beautiful, her make up was done, she had a sexy black dress on, and I could see the stockings were on under her outfit. We went out, had a great meal, had a wonderful night, and I made sure to feed her drinks to loosen her up. She had never been able to hold her liquor well and I wanted the odds to be in my favor.
"Ssir...if I didn't know better I would say you were trying to take advantage of me," she slurred with a smile and glazed eyes.
I was. My plan was to get her home, strip her down to her lingerie, and have her pose for photos. Then I would share with the group and win back to back photo contests. We got home and I didn't waste any time. I brought her into the bedroom and helped her out of her dress. She was swaying and on wobbly legs after her night of drinks. The lingerie looked sexy. She was such a voluptuous woman and I may have ordered the wrong sizes. Her tits were barely contained in her bra, they pushed up and together as they overflowed from her top. Her thighs bulged out where the elastic of her stockings ended. I was worried it wouldn't be flattering enough to win. I also didn't know when I would have a chance to take more photos of her so I would try to get a backlog of them tonight. I kissed her and rubbed her all over as I pulled her dress off. Doing my best to pose her standing by the bed.
"Oh, baby, you're so sweet," she smiled and wobbled.
I knew she was feeling it. She was so fucked up she had no idea what was going on. She was going to be my sexy model for the rest of the night. She fell on the bed and I started taking some pictures as she lay in a drunken heap. Her meaty, fat ass cheeks pointed up at the camera, swallowing up her black thong. That would be a contender shot or I could save it if we do asses as a theme in the future. I thought for a second and rushed to the bathroom to get her body oil. I poured it generously onto her big round booty and massaged it until each of her cellulite dimpled cheeks were shiny and slick. She moaned slightly, barely conscious as I did it. My cock was the hardest it has ever been as I posed her. As I took photos, I thought about how and when I would reveal them to the group. These guys would be fawning over them, begging me for the next release. I knew as I showed more of her they would share their lust fueled perversions with me. I was eager to read the details of the desperate and depraved things they would do to her if given the chance.
I grabbed cushions from the couch and managed to pile them under her waist to prop her ass up. She laid on her belly, ass up, snoring, her head buried in pillows. With her head covered I wouldn't have to edit the photos either, might as well save myself some time. I took pictures of her from all angles, her big tits spilling out from under her as I shifted and moved the cushions. I spread her thighs for some up skirt shots of her thong. I pulled her thong aside, used one hand to spread her cheeks and took pictures of her pussy lips and asshole. I could not describe how turned on this whole process made me. I took some short videos of my fingers rubbing and exploring her pussy lips and butthole. I filmed myself slowly sliding one, then two fingers into her pussy. I even recorded her quiet moan as she felt it in her sleep. She was so out of it she didn't know what was happening.
I had one more sick idea. I grabbed a stick of her lipstick and wrote the initials of our server group across her ass cheeks. I stepped back and took some wide shots of her, passed out, ass up in the air, underwear pulled aside, her holes ready for anyone to use. The lipstick brand of our group written on her. I wiped off the lipstick then I repositioned her on her back. I pushed pillows and cushions behind her back and shoulders until she was sitting up a bit more. I draped a sheet lightly over her face to conceal her identity. Then I took some photos of her enormous, hanging tits. They were so heavy that even while slightly upright, they still slid off her chest toward her arms. I took pictures of my hand squeezing them, lifting them up, or pushing them together. I tried my best to demonstrated their size, weight, and softness. I even put a pen from the night stand on them for scale. Then I remembered the oil, and filmed the process of oiling them up. Once they were slippery it was impossible to manage them with only one hand. While passed out, her nipples still responded to the attention I was giving her tits. I straddled her, tried to fuck her tits but I couldn't manage her oily tits and the camera. I opted to jerk off on them and take photos as I slapped my hard dick against them. I jerked off onto her tits, leaving a sticky mess behind that glistened in the light of the camera flash.
It may have been wrong, but the thought that these guys would enjoy watching it made me cum harder than ever before. When I was done, I looked around at the mess we had made. I was satisfied with how the night had gone but also felt guilty about taking advantage of my wife's drunken state this way.
I now had a library of videos clips and pictures to share. I decided to wait until the last day of the lingerie photo contest to drop my entry. I received notifications every day of the final week as guys messaged me eager to see what I would have to share. On the last possible day I posted the photo of her standing by the bed in her tight lacy bra and stockings. I blurred her face, scanned the photo for anything else I shouldn't share, then posted the photo. I captioned it, "She is too drunk to know where she is and who you are. How do you use her?"
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