The Pamela Bergassi Erotic Trilogy Plus One

By Phebe Bodelle

In this second edition of the PAMELA BERGASSI EROTIC TRILOGY + ONE I’ve included my winning entry in the NaNoWriMo writing competition, MY VERY RUDE NEW FRIEND the fourth and last of Pam’s explicit erotic escapades. The book contains four complete very sexy stories that charts Pam’s life from being a randy housewife to a full blown porn star and onto a nubile starlet in a mainstream film. Four books for the same price as three, you can’t get better value than that. Four hundred pages of the finest erotica money can buy.
Warning this book contains explicit scenes of a highly sexual nature with language to match. Please do not purchase this book if it’s content is likely to offend you

• Language: English
• Publisher: Phebe Bodelle
• Release date: Dec 27, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301062157

Phebe Bodelle

Hello there, it's Phebe writing. The character in "My very rude Awakening" is based largely on fact with a bit of embellishement where it made the story better. I am 29 years of age and have become an exhibitionst over the last few years and love displaying my body either naked or in see-thru clothes. I know men enjoy looking at me.I hope you enjoy reading my sexciting adventures.

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Chapter 1 – A Chance Encounter, or so I thought

Oh yes, fuck me harder you bastard, harder.

Bob adjusted his rhythm, going slower but thrusting into me deeper and harder.

Aaah, that’s better, that feels so good.

I was kneeling on the grass by our swimming pool with my legs spread wide. My head was resting on my left forearm and with my right hand frigging my clit for all it was worth. I find a girl needs that little bit extra when she’s being shagged from behind. My tits were just brushing against the tufted grass of the lawn giving my nipples a bit of stimulation with our body movements. Bob had hold of my hips so he could draw me into his crotch with each thrust. It was a warm day and the sun on my back just added to the excitement of the moment.

That’s it, keep going. I gasped breathlessly, my body moving as one with my husband. As I neared my climax I reached further with my right hand and began to squeeze Bob’s balls, he loved that and was guaranteed to make him shoot his load. That lovely feeling came over me, my fanny contracted and then I heard Bob groaning as he came deep inside me. I arched my back squeezing his cock inside me with all my strength. I collapsed onto the grass and Bob lay on top of me keeping his prick inside. I liked him like that until it had gone soft and eventually dropped out all by itself. A couple of minutes later he rolled off me and lay looking up at the sky, his hand running gently over my bottom.

That was a bit special. He said.

Nothing like a bit in the fresh air, I think it must be the naughtiness of it.

Whatever, it is sooooo good.

I rolled onto my back and felt a trickle of cum seeping out between my legs. I closed my eyes against the glare of the sun and relaxed as Bob’s hand wandered down to my shaved pussy and began to rub my clit.

Mmmm, that’s nice. I cooed.

I can’t get enough of you babe.

Will it always be like this?

Don’t see why not, you’re the perfect wife, we’ve the perfect marriage and I’m the perfect husband.

I reached over and hit him. You cheeky sod, I’m going in for a swim. I said laughing and stood up, took three steps and dived into the pool. Moments later Bob joined me. The water felt good on my naked body as I slowly swum on my back from one end of the pool to the other. Bob just stood at the side watching me doing lengths, he did that a lot, I know he liked what he saw and who could blame him. Even if I do say so myself I’m definitely worth looking at. My firm tits are thirty-six C, with a waist of twenty-five and hips of thirty-five inches, not perfect but not too shabby either. I’ve been blessed with long nipples which permanently stick out with big areola, my nipples always get me some admiring looks from men when I go out bra less as I often do in the summer. Twice a week I head to the gym for a good sweaty workout to keep my body in trim. On top of that I have a very pretty face with short blond hair, what more could any man ask for. I know that sounds vain but it’s not meant to be. I’m not one of those good looking women who go around with a permanent ‘I’m too good for you’ scowl on their faces, no I smile a lot at everybody. Ten minutes after I had my swim we were laid out on towels letting the sun dry us off. It was early evening by now but still a warm pleasant day.

My name is Pamela Bergassi, married to Robert Bergassi but he’s not really Italian, his family emigrated from Sicily to England generations ago. Fortunately, he retained those dark good looks with black hair and the dark beard many Sicilians have. I know most of my girlfriends fancy him like mad and would get inside his pants if they thought they could but my Bob is a one-woman man and that’s little old me. Old, I’m twenty-eight. Bob could easily feature in one of those dark mobster films about the mafia. You might have guessed by now I think he’s the bee’s knees, and he’s all mine. We met in school and have been friends from the first year but it wasn’t until we both featured in a school play and had to kiss that the magic started. From that moment on we were a couple. I’ve got to say, if we lived in the USA we would definitely have been the Prom King and Queen, one hundred percent certain. We married when we were eighteen and have lived in bliss ever since. Bob is a successful solicitor working for one of these; you get all the compensation companies. He is very good at his job and for the last three years has brought to the company the highest level of fees of anyone in the firm. Me, well as soon as I started work I realised that if you work for someone else you will only ever earn a wage. I wanted more than that. This was the time of the dot.com explosion and I started my own little company buying and selling on the internet. By keeping prices low I’ve created a nice income for myself and don’t have to work myself into the ground to do it. A few hours surfing every morning and I’m happy.

Bob rolled over and reached out to cup my right breast in his hand, he began tweaking the nipple and even though it felt good I quickly stood up.

Come on you. I said. Grab your camera, let’s go and take some photos by the waterfall.

Really?

Really; now come on before I change my mind.

If I knew what the result of that spur of the moment decision was going to lead to I never would have suggested it, but unfortunately you can never turn the clock back.

Bob flew inside to get some clothes on. I followed at a more leisurely pace knowing exactly what I’d be putting on, my flashing outfit which comprised of a bright red mini skirt with no knickers and a thin white vest top plus a pair of flip flops. Soon we were in the car heading to Clanagg Glen. Why did I make that decision?

We had spent most of the day in our back garden. It’s a big garden, fifty metres long and about twenty wide. Our house is what they call a detached executive home. It consisted of four bedrooms, two and a half baths and a lovely roomy kitchen with all mod-cons on a privileged estate. The garden though was what sold it to us on the property. It had its own eight by four swimming pool and was surrounded by tall leylandii trees offering complete and utter privacy. I’d spent the day naked as I tried to do any time the sun shone. We’d had a barbecue and I’d quaffed quite a few tinto de verano, a mixture of red wine and traditional lemonade, a hangover from Spanish holidays. I was feeling mellow and not a little bold. I’ve got to tell you that Bob has over a thousand photos of me, naked, semi-naked, flashing my tits, flashing my fanny, all good fun. These photos have been taken all over the place in the house, the garden and in public but we’ve always been very discrete, hence the flashing outfit. It only took a second for Bob to take a photo when I lifted my top or pulled up my skirt. We’ve got quite a few taken at famous landmarks, Trafalgar Square, The Monument, and Tower Bridge even outside a sex shop in Soho. As far as I’m aware though, apart from Bob and my father when he was changing my nappies as a baby nobody has ever seen me naked. Remember we were childhood sweethearts so there had only been a couple of fumblings with other lads before my Bob. He had always wanted to take photos of me naked at the waterfall in Clanagg Glen but for some reason I’d always resisted, he had a couple of me there flashing my tits but never completely naked. My booze inspired courage was to change that.

On the short drive to the glen I put my hand down the front of his shorts and played with his cock, it got stiff very quickly.

Are you looking forward to this?

You bet. He said.

I raised my eyebrows. So am I lover boy.

There is only a small car park at the glen, room for about a dozen cars and it was deserted when we arrived. The time was getting on, about eight o’clock so I supposed that we were likely to be the only people in the glen that evening, a wrong supposition that led me into making the second wrong decision that day. Bob parked up and got out of the car and when he turned away to look up the glen I whipped off the skirt and top. I was feeling extremely bold; I was going to do this naked.

Bob gasped when he saw me. What are you doing? Anybody could come along you can’t walk up the glen like that.

Oh don’t be a wuss, nobody is likely to come out this time of the evening and I feel good.

We’ve come.

Yeah but we’re sex maniacs.

You’re crazy, come on then.

The glen is in a steep sided valley, part of an old fashioned woods with a large variety of trees, oak, beach, pine and birch. There is a stream running through the bottom of the valley fed by the waterfall which was about half a mile up the glen. In the dappled sunlight the atmosphere under the trees was magical, the smell, the tranquillity, wonderful. I must admit I had a feeling of excitement mixed with nervousness as I set out on the path through the glen; Dutch courage can only take you so far. I’d never done anything like this before, but it was a wonderful feeling being totally naked in those woods. I didn’t even have the protection of some clothes that I normally had on our sexy little expeditions. Bob walked on ahead so he could start taking photos of me and soon his camera was clicking like mad. Half way up the glen there is a big flat rock by the side of the path. I sat on that while Bob took more photos, one in particular turned out well, I was leaning back with my legs wide open smiling into the lens, I looked bloody gorgeous even if I do say so myself. We carried on and finally got to the small clearing where the waterfall drained into a small pool. The water is always crystal clear and looks so inviting on a warm summer’s day. The pool I would guess is about seven or eight metres in diameter with a smooth bottom and is just over a metre deep, just about enough to swim in. I slipped off my flip flops and plunged straight in and shuddered, the water was bloody freezing but I’m a trooper and swam across to the far side of the pool, stood up facing Bob. He pointed the camera and started clicking. I’ve already told you about my nipples, now they were standing out like storks. I walked over to the waterfall and stood under the flow, it was even colder if anything and I didn’t realise the water would bang against my head. I ducked down and swum under the surface emerging close to the edge. Bob was ready and waiting. I think the shutter on his camera must of been red hot the number of pictures he was taking. I walked backward across the pool away from Bob and sat on a rock at the far side, legs open, legs closed, clutching my tits, you name it I did it. I suppose we’d been there about ten minutes when suddenly a dog came bounding into the clearing, jumped into the pool and swam across to me, a friendly soul obviously. I looked at Bob eyes raised. Next from the path leading to the clearing we heard a male voice.

Rex, come on boy, Rex.

Oh shit. I called to Bob. What do I do now?

He shrugged, what could I do now, I hadn’t even thought to bring a towel to dry myself off.

Just act natural. Bob said.

Act natural? He wasn’t the one standing there naked, but what could I do? Brazen it out was the only thing. Moments later the man walked into the clearing and plonked himself down on the bench facing the waterfall.

Hello. He said in a totally matter of fact voice. I hope my dog didn’t disturb you, he loves a swim in there.

Not at all, I said then turned to face Bob. Take some photos of me with the waterfall in the background.

Hubby pulled a face and started clicking away.

You know my Marjorie used to swim in there, nude just like you. I’ve loads of photos of her. The man said.

Not any more? I asked.

No, unfortunately she died in a car accident eight years ago.

Oh, I’m sorry.

No matter; isn’t it a wonderful evening, just right for you young folks.

You’re not exactly old.

I wish I was twenty years younger.

I climbed out of the pool and stood there with every part of my body on show. I must admit I was beginning to enjoy this stranger seeing me naked. I turned away from Bob and bent over so he could get some good shots of my bum. I turned back to face Bob and cupped my breasts tweaking the nipples between my thumb and fingers. I even pulled up one boob and kissed the nipple. I was getting very bold and turned to the man. Could my husband take some pictures with you in them?

He smiled brightly. I’d be delighted.

I went and sat on the bench beside him. Bob looked at me shaking his head but carried on taking photos. Then I turned away from the man, put my feet up on the bench and leaned back against him with my head resting on his shoulder. I stood up. Come on. I said taking him by the hand and led him towards the pool. Let’s get some picture with you and me and the waterfall as a backdrop.

He willingly walked after me. Bob must have taken about a dozen photos when the man turned to me and looking at my tits said. Can I touch them; it’s been such a long time.

I turned to Bob and the look on my face said. What do I do?

His look said. It’s up to you.

After another moment’s thought, I pulled my shoulders back, stuck out my chest and said, Go on then.

He was stood on my right hand side and with his right hand reached across and cupped my right tit in his hand and then slowly began to knead the nipple between his fingers. It was like magic, an electric shock running through me. I let out an involuntary gasp, a kind of. Oh! Oh!

Her moved behind me and his left hand up crept up and cupped my left tit and he began to knead that nipple too. He rhythmically squeezed first one nipple then the other, all the time I kept on going Oh! Oh!

I only know Bob was still taking photos when I saw them on the computer the next day. I was lost in the wonderful feelings this stranger was giving me. His right hand slipped down to my belly and gently brushed across the skin, a bit lower and his little finger just barely touched my fanny and then his hand went down lower to brush the inside of my thigh. Slowly he reversed the movement and again cupped my tit, but this time he began to pull the nipple away from me, gently at first then harder. Next his left hand started to move down exactly the same as the right. Still I moaned and I started to get that oh so familiar feeling in my crotch.

Don’t stop. I whispered. Please don’t stop.

He carried on and then I couldn’t stand it anymore.

Touch me down there, please. I whispered leaning my head back on his shoulder.

He reached down and slipped a finger into my crack, I was very wet. He found my clit and began to massage it in a gentle circular motion. The clever man knew exactly the right pressure to apply, not too hard and not too soft. Within seconds my body convulsed in an almighty orgasm. I cried out in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure swept over me and then collapsed to my knees it was so overwhelming. Bob actually stopped taking photos, with a concerned look on his face he asked, Are you okay?

I nodded my head. Phew I’m fine, just give me a minute.

I tell you if a coach load of tourists had walked into the clearing at that moment I would not have been able to get up. Now some men at this point would probably have made some inane comment like ‘was that good for you?’ Not this fellow oh no, he licked his finger and simply said. You taste wonderful.

Unsteadily I stood up, Bob came over and between them I regained my composure. My mind was in turmoil, what had just come over me. Not only was this complete stranger the first man other than Bob to see me naked, he was also the first man ever to touch me intimately. Not only that, he had pushed all the right buttons to give me one of the best orgasms I’d ever had. Perhaps it was the excitement, or my nerves, or the location, whatever it had been a strange experience.

The light was by now beginning to go.

Come on, said Bob. I think we had better head to the car, it’ll be dark soon.

I slipped on my flip flops and we began to walk back to the car park with me between the two men, the dog trotting on behind us. I’d almost forgotten I was naked by then and we just chatted away as though it was the most natural thing in the world. His name was Tarquin which he hated so all his friends called him Tar. He lived in the cottage on the other side of the road opposite the car park to the glen. He was fifty-two and lived alone since his Marjorie had died.

Then I was suddenly reminded that I was totally naked. Two joggers came running towards us. The two men stopped by the rock where Bob had taken the photos earlier and began to do some stretching exercises, like they needed to? They were just prolonging the sight of seeing a beautiful woman with no clothes on, could you blame them really. As we walked past we all kind of nodded politely. Blimey I’d gone from zero to three strange men seeing me naked in one day. After a few seconds I glanced backwards and the two were just standing there watching us walk away, I gave my bum a little shimmy to add to their pleasure.

Near the car park Tar asked. Would you like to come in for a drink and I can show you my photo album of Marjorie.

Bob and I looked at each other and we both knew the answer was yes. I for one wanted this experience to continue and found out later that Bob did too.

At the car park Bob said. I’ll get your clothes from the car.

I looked across the road to Tar’s cottage. It is a very quiet little road.

No don’t bother. I might as well stay as I am.

Are you sure, a car might come.

Well if one does they’ll get an eyeful then won’t they.

You’ve gone crazy.

I smiled. Perhaps a little bit. I turned to Tar. You don’t mind do you?

Why would I mind, you’re a treat for my eyes, quite beautiful.

Thank you kind sir, I gave a little bow.

We crossed the road without any cars coming past and Tar led us into his lounge. It wasn’t like any lounge I’d ever seen before. It was massive with three huge settees centred round a huge fireplace and where most people would have a coffee table in the middle there was what I can only describe as a leather covered couch but the size of a large double bed. The whole room was carpeted in beige and the walls were covered in wallpaper. It looked a bit antiquated but clean and fresh at the same time.

You folks sit yourselves down and I’ll fetch you a drink. What would you like?

After sitting down next to Bob on the sofa facing the fireplace I said. I’ll have a beer if you have one please Tar. I wanted to maintain my alcohol induced relaxed state of mind.

A coffee for me if it’s not too much trouble, Bob said.

Okay, oh, he went to the large bookcase that covered the right hand wall and pulled down a photo album handing it to Bob. Have a look at this while I get the drinks.

He wandered out.

Bob looked over his shoulder to make sure Tar had gone and whispered. What happened back there?

I don’t know, a strange man, outside. I just started to come. I wasn’t going to admit to Bob that it was one of the best orgasms that I had ever had, and one of the quickest too. I didn’t want to dent my man’s ego after all.

Let’s have a look at this.

Bob opened the album and the first picture was of Marjorie, I supposed, stood up with her legs spread and arms high in the air, her whole self forming a star shape, a huge smile on her face and not a stitch of clothes on. She was lovely, a curvy body, nice tits and a dark patch of pubic hair showing. She was stood on the couch in front of the fire. So that’s what it was for. Bob turned over and this time Marjorie was sat on the edge with her legs wide apart and head turned coyly to one side. The photos went on and on. In the house, outside, there were a couple of her flashing her fanny on the steps of St Paul’s Cathedral and then there were half a dozen shots of her in the pool with the waterfall as the back drop. So Tar had been telling the truth. I reached over and gave Bob’s prick a quick grope, it was semi hard.

So what do you think about your wife sitting here naked with a complete stranger? I whispered.

I’ve got to admit it’s a right turn on.

Me to, I’m going to be giving you such a good shagging later you won’t believe it.

He reached over and gave a tit a squeeze. I can’t wait.

There was a group shot in a garden somewhere with Marjorie naked between two other nude women. She looked really happy; it was such a shame that her life had been cut short by an accident. There were a couple of pictures of her in a restaurant exposing her boobs for the camera and two on a train with her skirt hitched up and her top pulled down. She was quite a girl and I could identify with her totally. Tar came back in with our drinks on a tray and passed them to us.

What do you think? He asked.

She was bloody gorgeous Tar. I answered. I’m so sorry she died.

He smiled a rueful smile. It’s over eight years now, but I still miss her. He shook his head. Never mind it’s in the past and we must always look to the future.

I smiled. We’ve got an album like this. I admitted. Well, on the computer at least.

I’m a bit old fashioned; I still like real 35mm film. I’ve got my own dark room in the loft.

You’re into photography then. Bob asked.

Yes, I got into it so that I could take good quality shots of Marjorie. I think I’d describe myself as an accomplished amateur.

The pictures here are very good. Perhaps you’d show me your dark room some time.

It would be a pleasure. I think I’ll have to give it a spruce up mind, I haven’t been up there for a few years.

Bob and I carried on turning pages while we sipped our drinks. There was a particularly lovely photo of Marjorie sitting on a beach gazing out to sea, her shoulders back with her breasts thrust out. She really was a beauty.

I have another album, if you’d like to see. The pictures are a bit more err, sexy. You won’t be offended; they are very explicit.

Bring it on. I said.

He pulled another album down from a shelf and passed it to us.

Could I have a look at your camera Bob, it looks a nice piece of kit.

Of course, he passed it over.

I opened the album and the very first picture was of Marjorie sideways on kneeling on the couch with Tar stood in front of her naked as well. She had his prick deep in her mouth and what a prick, he was a big lad.

Wow, I see what you mean. I said.

Tar just smiled.

Over the page Marjorie was flat on her back with Tar fucking her in the missionary position his right hand on her tit, another where she was facing the camera on her knees with Tar giving it to her from behind, she had a huge grin on her face. So the pictures went on, another with her flat on her back legs wide open and Tar with his head buried deep in her crotch. The album was like a copy of the Karma Sutra with Marjorie being fucked in every position going. There was another with Tar laid on his back on the couch with Marjorie gripping his prick with both hands, one on top of the other and the purple head was still visible. Over the page the nature of the pictures changed, there was Marjorie but this time being fucked by another man and another. There were pictures of her sucking these men, next came a couple where she was with an older woman their hands all over each other. Then finally near the back of the album she was being fucked by one man while she was sucking Tar’s prick.

They’re beautiful Tar. I said. Your Marjorie was some girl.

She was the most wonderful women I ever met.

Did you never think to remarry?

Where would I find another woman like her? Sex was our passion our love.

Did you never get jealous? Bob asked.

It’s only sex, a wonderful feeling. There was no need for jealousy. Marjorie loved me with every fibre of her being. Sex was our hobby if you like, our pastime. Certain aspects of this house were designed with sex in mind, the couch for instance. He said. We had that especially made, the bed upstairs can take four people comfortably, the shower the same. We installed under floor heating so Marjorie never had to put clothes on. It cost me a fortune to heat the place but it was worth it.

I gaped. She never put clothes on?

"Only if she really had to and then they would be minimal. She loved to be nude twenty-four hours a day. I tell you Marks and Spencer never made much money out of my Marjorie. She owned one bra which was actually still in its box and about seven pairs of knickers for the wrong time of the month and that was it."

What happened if you had visitors?

It was her house she could dress how she liked, or not. I remember one day there was a knock at the door, when I answered it there was a young police constable standing on the doorstep, he’d come about an unpaid parking ticket. I called for Marjorie and the poor lad could barely speak when he saw her. She brought him in here and sat him down where you are now and ensconced herself right next to him. He asked her if she’d like to put some clothes on and she said, ‘why would I want to do that I’m quite comfortable thank you.’ He started explaining the reason he had come. Oh can’t we come to some arrangement officer she asked, what’s your name anyway? Gavin I think it was. You are a very attractive young man she said and reached over and touched his face. He went bright red. Are you sure there’s nothing I can do for you to make this parking ticket go away, I mean anything. She reached over and placed his hand on her breast and then reached down and felt his crotch. Any way one thing led to another and she had him on the couch.

So she got away with the ticket? Bob asked.

No, she paid him the thirty pounds, she wasn’t a prostitute.

Sorry Tar, I didn’t mean anything by that.

Don’t worry, it was an easy assumption.

Marjorie must have loved nudist beaches then? I said.

No she hated them. We went to one once and stayed there for about ten minutes. Marjorie liked to be nude for the sex. She liked to be provocative, sexy. Nudists for the most part just enjoy having no clothes on, for the freedom, there is no sex involved. He paused a moment. Truthfully she liked to be the centre of attention as well and on the beach she was just one of hundreds of nude women.

He held up Bob’s camera. This is a nice piece of equipment. Do you use all its capabilities?

No, I just leave it on fully automatic; I’ve never taken the time to work out F-stops and the rest.

Could I take some pictures with it?

I don’t mind if Pam doesn’t. Bob said

They both turned to me.

Why not, I said.

Okay then, just give me a minute.

He went to a drawer in the desk in the corner of the lounge and brought out a light meter and then over the fireplace he pulled down a huge pale blue screen that was recessed into the ceiling.

He turned and smiled at me, another thing for our hobby. Finally, he went behind us and switched on a couple of spot lights that were focussed over the couch.

I think that’s it. If you’d jump up onto the couch Pam, I’ll just take a light reading. Do you mind if I use the camera manually Bob?

You carry on mate if you know what you’re doing.

Tar held out the light meter and started adjusting the camera.

Okay Pam, stand there with your hands on your hips, head to one side. That’s good, hold it.

Click. No flash which surprised me but he seemed to know what he was doing.

Right Pam, turn to the side, shoulders back, tummy in and look straight into the lens, marvellous.

Click.

Okay face the camera, legs apart and put both hands behind your head. Let’s have a pout.

Click.

Have you done this before? Tar asked.

Only with Bob.

You’re a natural. Kneel down, sideways on, that’s it, turn your shoulders towards me and cup your left breast with your right hand. Great.

Click.

Now just tweak the nipple.

Click.

You have great nipples by the way, very photogenic. Now sit down facing me, lean back on your hands and cross your legs at the ankle. Perfect.

Click.

Now spread your legs.

Click.

Wider.

Click, and so it went on; Bob just sat there watching and enjoying the experience and for my part I was simply loving it. Bob never really posed me, he just took snaps when he thought I was ready. Tar as far as I was concerned was almost a professional photographer; I was looking forward to seeing the results. I was a bit surprised at myself with this situation. I am a sexy woman and I love wearing sexy clothes, low cut tops, short skirts and the attention these clothes brought me but I had never really shown anybody anything of significance, a nipple or my fanny. Alright people will have seen my nipples poking through a t-shirt but that’s all. Now here I was showing everything and I mean everything to a complete stranger.

We must have been at it for about an hour. It was now dark outside and half way through the session Tar had pulled the curtains.

I’ll go and get some more drinks. Tar announced and went out to the kitchen.

Bob reached for the camera and we started looking through the pictures on the display. Wow, there were some beauties there and even if I do say so myself I looked stunning. Tar walked in with another can of lager for me and coffees for Bob and himself.

You know. He began. I could always take some photos of the pair of you, if you’d like.

I looked at Bob. That would be good.

I don’t know.

Oh come on, in for a penny.

Pam I’m not sure.

He admitted to me afterwards he was embarrassed at the thought of another man seeing him with an erection. I pressed on.

Come on don’t be a wimp. We’ve always wanted photos of us doing it. I turned to Tar. We tried one night with the camera on a tripod using the time delay. Bob was rushing backwards and forwards to get into the shot, it was so funny that we ended up having a good laugh and did it forgetting all about the camera.

I smiled at my husband. We’ve never had an opportunity like this, so let’s go for it.

He nodded. What shall we do then?

If I may, Tar interrupted. Just do what you what comes naturally to you both. I’ll adjust the camera, open the aperture and speed up the shot. I think this little baby will be able to handle it okay.

Where shall we start? Bob said.

I took his hand and let him to the side of the couch. First I think a kiss is in order.

We turned to face each other and were soon having a good smoochy kiss. It didn’t take long before Bob reached up and cupped a boob and started kneading the nipple. He pushed me back onto the couch and straddled me kissing my neck and working his way down to my tits. I was aware of the camera clicking away and Tar moving around to get better shots but tried to close my mind to him so I could solely concentrate on Bob. After a couple of minutes I made Bob stand up and pulled his summer vest up over his head and pulled down his shorts and pants. His erection sprung out. I pulled him up onto the couch and knelt in front of him and took his prick into my mouth, slowly working up and down on its length. Tar climbed up beside us and took a shot with me looking into the camera with my mouth full of Bob. I then lay down and invited Bob to go down on me. Now he loves licking and sucking my fanny and soon got to work with relish. Tar briefly interrupted him to get a close up of the action. It was like one of those scenes in a blue movie where the actors have to get into some unnatural positions so the camera can see what is going on. While Bob was at my fanny he reached up squeezing both my breasts. This was turning into a proper session, yummy.

Turn round. I said to him, which he did and we ended up in a classic sixty-nine, wonderful. Again Tar had to stop the action for a moment so he could get some good shots. After a while I wanted Bob inside of me so I knelt down leaning forward so he could take me from behind. Slowly he entered me and it felt so good. He started a steady rhythm slow but hard just like by the pool earlier. Was it still the same day, so much had happened between then and now? I reached down between my legs to give my clit that little bit extra. After a couple of minutes, I wanted Bob to fuck me in the old faithful missionary position. People might scorn but there’s nothing like being flat on your back, legs spread wide and your favourite man sinking into you. Within minutes I felt an orgasm starting and began whimpering with pleasure, it built and built until I could take it no longer and let out a long low wail as that gorgeous feeling spread throughout my body. I bit Bob’s shoulder and dug my nails into his back as he bucked into me to increase and prolong the feeling. Bob was a very considerate lover and knew what it took to improve my ecstasy.

I’m nearly there. Bob cried.

Please I want you to cum in my mouth. I said. Dirty bitch that I am I wanted to have a cum shot like they do in all the best porno movies. Stand up. I ordered.

He did so and I knelt in front of him, sucking and wanking his prick. In moments he started to come and I pulled away so the camera could catch his cum flying. Bob obliged with a three good spurts, most of which I caught in my mouth but some dribbled down my chin. I turned to Tar who got a couple of good shots of me smiling for the camera. I stood up and put my arms round Bob. I always needed a bit of a cuddle after making love, even now in these strange circumstances. We stepped off the couch and Tar handed us both a towel to clean up.

Sitting down on a sofa I said. Whew, that was stonking.

Tar smiled. I think you will be pleased with the photographs, I got some excellent shots.

I took a swig of my beer, it tasted good. I began to think. ‘Christ I never realised how uninhibited I’d could be.’ If that surprised me then what Bob said next absolutely staggered me.

Don’t you think you should give Tar some relief after what he’s done for us?

‘Bloody hell; where did that come from,’ I thought.

Mind you having Tar’s big prick inside of me did excite me. Bob and I had often fantasized about me being fucked by another man and him watching but fantasy is one thing and reality is another.

I looked at Bob. Are you sure?

Only if you would like to.

Mmmm, I think I would. I turned to Tar. Are you up for it?

Have you two ever done anything like this before?

No never. I said.

It’s a big step in a marriage. You’ve got to be able to trust each other completely. Do you?

Bob and I looked at each other and said in unison, Totally.

Tar smiled. In that case I can honestly say it would be my sincere pleasure.

I turned to Bob. Are you going to carry on taking photos?

If madam wishes it so.

Oh yes, this’ll be one for posterity. I turned to Tar. Are you going to get your kit off or what?

He stripped off and obviously had no hang-ups or inhibitions at all. As he approached the couch that prick of his was waggling in front of him as stiff as it needed to be. As with Bob I started by kneeling down with him standing so I could take it in my mouth. It certainly was a mouthful as I bobbed my head up and down its length, or I should say half its length. I put my hand around it and pulled the skin up and down as I noisily slurped on the end. He tasted different to Bob, something I hadn’t expected; probably he used a different soap or something. I was enjoying the experience and this time I didn’t try to shut off the camera or Bob. I wanted to enjoy it for all it was worth and I also wanted to give my man all the pleasure he could glean from this situation. I turned my head to look at him and smiled as best I could with six inches of prick in my mouth.

After a few minutes Tar asked if he could go down on me. I lay on my back with my legs spread wide so he could get at me and soon his tongue was running up from my bum to the top of my crack, long slow deliberate strokes. This was ecstasy; Tar really knew what he was doing. He then began to centre on my clit. He pulled my lips apart and circled my clit with his tongue giving a hard little dab every so often. He reached up and began to massage one of my boobs, tweaking the nipple harder and harder between his finger and thumb. I gave a little cry, not of pain, but pleasure.

Did I hurt you? He asked.

No you carry on, harder still if you like.

Bob came over the top of me with the camera and I smiled a cat with the cream smile. He was still naked so I gave his prick a little squeeze seeing it dangling there above me. He laughed.

Turn round Tar. I ordered. I want your prick in my mouth again.

He turned round and soon I was sucking and wanking his prick for all I was worth. I don’t know how long we did this for but I started getting that feeling once again.

Now Tar I want you inside me.

He turned round again and knelt between my legs his prick just hovering outside my fanny. He pushed it in, just an inch and kind of twitched it up and down and then slowly pushed it all the way in. Wow and wow again. I’ve always appreciated Bob’s prick inside me but this was special. For those people that tell you that size doesn’t matter they’ve obviously never had a prick up them the size of Tar. It filled me completely, as he began to fuck me with a slow steady rhythm I felt like I was in heaven. Bob was once again above us and I mouthed, Thank you, to him and held up my hand to touch his, just to let him know that he would always be my man, no matter what. After a while I wanted to try Tar from the back so we disengaged and I knelt down so that Tar could enter me. Again he did it very slowly letting me appreciate every inch of his length. Then he began to speed up and I put my hand between my legs to frig myself. It began to happen again, that wonderful orgasmic feeling and before long I was screaming in pleasure as wave after wave of climactic feeling swept over me, but Tar didn’t stop he kept going pumping in and out of me and soon I was having a second orgasm. Now I’ve had multiple orgasms with Bob but not very often so this was a truly unexpected pleasure. I think I must have been close to collapse by this stage as my legs collapsed and I lay flat on my tummy. Tar’s prick slipped out of me.

Shit. I’m sorry Tar I just can’t hold myself up any longer. I rolled onto my back. Come here. I said and pulled him to me and started to suck his cock once again. There was that familiar flavour of me mixed with Tar’s new taste. With my right hand I wanked his length whilst sucking the head as hard as possible. It didn’t take long for him to stiffen as he came close to orgasm and then it happened. I kept his cock in my mouth while he spurted. God it must have been a long time since he’d come. There were seven or eight great spurts of glob pulsing into my mouth. I had to swallow half way through. He groaned in pleasure as he relieved himself of all that pent up sexual tension and then just collapsed on the couch next to me. It took us both a couple of minutes to recover and then we sat up.

That was wonderful Pam, thank you.

No need to thank me Tar, I enjoyed it just as much as you did. I turned to Bob. What about you, a fantasy fulfilled.

Just look. He said indicating his prick which was once again stiff as a poker. What does that tell you?

I laughed. That you’re just a randy bugger who can’t get enough of it. I grabbed it and gave it a couple of wanks. That’s all you’re getting for tonight my lad, I don’t think my fanny can take another prick today, thank you very much.

Huh, refusing me sex.

I’m afraid so lover boy, plenty more tomorrow.

In fact, it was tomorrow, time had roared past and it was now two thirty Monday morning.

We’ve got to get going Tar I’m afraid. Cave man here has got to go and hunter gather in a few hours. I said.

He held up his hands. Of course, thank you so much for today. You’ve made an old man really happy.

Old man, you’ve the stamina of a horse. Bob said.

I wish. Listen if you’d like to, why don’t you come by next Saturday and stay the night. I’ll cook us a nice dinner and we can get to know each other a bit better, how about it?

I’m game. I said.

Why not, said Bob.

It’s a date then. Tar smiled. I’ll see you folks next Saturday.

Now remember I’d left my clothes in the car so I had to walk across the road naked. Tar watched us from his doorstep and just as we reached the Lexus a car came past. Now the occupants couldn’t have seen much but I got a cheery toot anyway.

As we drove home we were quite subdued.

You okay? Bob asked.

"Fine, you?

Never better.

Do you want to talk about this?

Plenty of time tomorrow, just so long as you’re happy.

Oh boy I’m happy, so long as you are.

Chapter 2 - The Next Day

When we arrived home all I had the energy for was a wee and a quick wash of my fanny. Then it was off to bed wrapped in the arms of my lover as we had done for all our married life. I felt safe, comfortable and contented in Bob’s arms and happy to be home.

Do you still love me? I asked.

Of course I do, what’s brought that on?

Well after today I thought, I dunno, you might have gone off me.

Silly cow.

I smiled. Did you enjoy today?

You bet.

Are we going to do it again?

Why not it was fun; now go to sleep.

Okay, I love you too. I gave his crotch a quick squeeze.

Mmmm.

We both groaned when the alarm went off at seven the next morning. I felt as though I’d only been asleep for a minute. I got up and slipped on my little silk dressing gown, although that’s a bit of a misnomer. It’s held together by one hook and eye near my navel and just about covers my bum and it easily slips open giving Bob a flash of my crack or tits depending on which way I lean, or both if I try hard. He loves it. I put the coffee pot on and a couple of eggs to boil while he had a shower and shave, popped some bread in the toaster then went to the back door to breathe in some fresh air. The day looked as though it was going to be glorious with not a cloud in the sky and only the gentlest of breezes to ripple the surface of the pool. Bob walked in gave me a peck on the cheek and sat down to eat his eggs. I sat opposite him clutching my mug of coffee. By seven forty-five Bob was on his way to catch his train into the city. I went upstairs had a shower slipped my dressing gown back on then went downstairs, poured myself another cup of coffee and booted up the computer. One of my long standing clients was expanding their fast food franchise operation and needed me to source and quote for fifty industrial quality coffee machines. A couple of hours on the internet should see that taken care of but first I wanted to see the photos. I put the camera by the computer and plugged in the lead and began to upload the pictures. Bloody hell, there were two hundred and fifteen photos and it took a couple of minutes for them to load. I slowly sipped my coffee anticipating the images. Then Picture Manager was ready and I started clicking through. The first few pictures were of me modelling some new underwear for Bob; I’d forgotten about those and smiled at the memory. He’d got out his cock halfway through and started to masturbate and eventually I’d finished him off with a blow job. Next were some photos of me in the pool before our barbecue yesterday. My naked body looked absolutely beautiful in the sun. Then the photos changed to the walk up Clanagg glen. In the cold light of day and alcohol free I was amazed that I’d actually done it. I’d been either very brave or very stupid but either way it had all turned out okay. The pictures were great and the one of me sat on the rock with my legs spread was spectacular. Then we were at the waterfall and a lovely set of pictures and then Tar arrived. Wow the first few were of him touching my tits and then down to my fanny and then there was me down on me knees after an almighty climax. I clicked back and forwards through these pictures analysing what had happened. Was it wrong for us to have let this occur? For my part I didn’t see any harm. Okay it had fundamentally changed our relationship, before this we had been a very private couple but variety is the spice of life and although Bob and I had our routines we both still looked for variety to stop us becoming bored. As for Bob, I figured it was him who had taken the pictures so he must have been happy.

The next set were the photographs that Tar had taken of me and I’ve got to say right away they were of a quality that Bob rarely achieved. Tar’s fiddling with the camera had certainly taken the standard to a new level. I decided there and then to get a book on photography for Bob so he could improve his technique. I was sure he wouldn’t be offended when he saw the resolution of Tar’s work. My favourite picture was of me stood on the couch with my arms behind my head which was tilted to one side, I looked absolutely stunning. I printed off a copy and resolved to get a nice frame for it so Bob could have it on his bedside cabinet. Looking at the pictures I knew that I was good enough to do a centrespread in Penthouse or Playboy no question.

Then the pictures got down to the nitty gritty, me and Bob fucking. I sat back in the chair and dropped my hand down between my legs and slowly began to rub my clit. These pictures were such a turn on. I got to the cum shots and my other hand went up to my tit and I began to squeeze the nipple. This was beautiful, I kept going with my hands looking at the images and soon that orgasmic feeling started and I moaned in pleasure as it happened. I picked up the phone and telephoned Bob.

Moore, Dunne and Ashcroft solicitors, Michelle the receptionist answered. How can I help you?

Hiya Michelle, it’s Pam, can you put me through to Bob please of he’s not with a client.

Hello Pam, no he’s free at the moment; putting you through.

Robert Bergassi. He answered.

Hiya lover boy.

Hello Pam, what’s up?

I’ve just brought myself to a lovely orgasm looking at the photos.

We often had phone sex so the topic of conversation was no surprise to my man.

Was it good?

Bloody wonderful.

I suppose it was the photos of you with Tar.

No way Jose, I’ve not even got to them yet. This was just you and me at it.

What are you wearing?

Just your favourite dressing gown but it fell open when I started playing with myself so I’m practically naked.

I heard him groan.

The photos are good I take it then.

Fucking brilliant if you’ll pardon the pun.

I’d pardon you anything Mrs Bergassi.

Anything?

Anything.

In that case the milkman’s due for his money soon, think I might give him a flash. What do you think? That idea had just sprung into my head when I saw the time.

You carry on my darling, just tell me about it when I get home.

I will don’t you worry. I’m looking forward to going through these photos with you tonight.

Me to.

I think I’m going to have to play with your cock while we’re watching, give me something to do with my hands or I’m likely to be at myself again.

No problem with that.

Bob, do you have an erection?

I do.

Give it a little rub for me.

If I do that there’ll be a stain on my trousers very quickly.

Okay save it all for me then.

We rung off and I started going through the photos of me with Tar. That first one with me kneeling down sucking his cock was awesome. Bob’s image had really captured the size of Tar’s prick and I smiled as I thought about the pictures to come. I clicked through slowly so I could appreciate every angle. There was a very good one where Bob had managed to capture Tar penetrating my fanny and I especially liked the one where Bob was looking over Tar’s shoulder with me trying to smile for the camera with my lips round that great cock. My eyes were looking straight into the lens and the picture captured my happiness to a tee. When I’d got to the very last photos I thought about starting at the beginning again but knew I had better get on with looking for coffee machines, so clicked onto the internet found Google and started searching.

I glanced at the clock, midday already. Tom, the milkman was late, not like him. After an hour I finally located some good quality coffee makers in Italy for a reasonable price and sent the company an E: Mail asking for trade discount, package sizes, weights and shipping costs even though I knew I could probably get them shipped over to the UK cheaper using my own sources.

Just then the door bell rung and heard the familiar tinkle of two pints of semi-skimmed being put down; the milkman at last. I stood up and fastened my dressing gown and made sure there was plenty of flesh on show. Just before I reached the front door I grabbed my handbag from the telephone table and put it on the floor. With a bit of trepidation, I opened the door and there wasn’t Tom but some young lad of about eighteen or nineteen. I instinctively pulled the material across to cover myself.

Who are you, where’s Tom?

Australia love, he’s gone to visit his brother for a month. I’m a student on a summer job, just standing in.

I looked the lad up and down. He wasn’t actually too bad for a youngster, quite handsome in a rugged sort of way and he looked as though he worked out a bit as well. I relaxed my hold on the dressing gown.

You’d better come in and I’ll sort out your money.

I bent down to pick up my handbag knowing full well the back would ride up giving him a good view of my bum. I walked into the kitchen got out my purse and ignoring the three fifty pound notes at the back said. Sorry I’ve not got much cash; I’ll have to write you out a cheque.

No problem love, you just carry on.

He was stood in the doorway to the kitchen so I deliberately went to the far side of the kitchen table to write the cheque. Leaning over as far as possible I slowly wrote out Smith’s Dairy. I knew full well that he could see both my tits dangling as I wrote. I looked up at him as he guiltily looked away.

How much do I owe you?

Err, ten pounds sixty please.

I started to write printing out the letters slowly and deliberately.

I looked up again. This time he didn’t look away.

What’s the date?

The twentieth.

Slowly, slowly I printed out the date and with a flourish signed the cheque. I tore it out and put the cheque book back in my handbag deliberately pulling the hem of the gown to one side to expose my crack. The poor lad didn’t know whether to look at my tits or my fanny.

He just kind of gulped and said. See you next week love. And practically ran out of the house.

I laughed all the way back to the computer and went back on line to have a look at Amazon. I wanted to buy a photography book for Bob and something else that I thought he’d enjoy. After that I checked for E: Mails, there was nothing yet from the Italians although I didn’t really