Alysa Shows Her Body, a short story by Dragon Slayer. Date added: 2012-02-15. Times viewed: 9412.
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- Intro: Alysa's husband shows his friend naked photos of his wife... read the story to see how things develop. MM/F, Oral,Exhib,
Alysa Shows her Body
For the past few years Alysa and I have enjoyed a liberal lifestyle in that we have both enjoyed her nudity, even in the presence of others. At first she was quite shy but as time passed she became more and more at ease with her body.
Alysa started allowing me to photograph her nude body a few years ago after a particularly hot photography session while on holiday in America. We were in a Florida hotel bedroom at the time just before digital photography became popular. I had brought along my camera and had just loaded a new film for the next day's outing when Alysa came out of the shower one evening. As a joke, I took a picture of her as she was drying her hair, and when she didn't complain I took another and then another.
“Who is going to develop the film?” she asked.
“I never thought about that,” I honestly replied, “I’m not sure; I usually take them to that specialist camera shop in the High Street, but now that I’ve several pictures of you naked on it….”
“Hmmm,” she responded, “well we might as well give old Mr. Lynnes something to dream about.”
She surprised me when she started to pose for me in all sorts of sexual positions, and then went out on the balcony. We were on the third floor so we had a certain degree of privacy, plus it was dark outside and quite late at night so there was not much likelihood of anyone seeing her. Needless to say, I took several rolls of 35mm film of her during that holiday, amongst which some were of her flashing me on the beach, and a couple that we took as she bent a little too far over while petting animals at a zoo.
Alysa began letting me show her naked body to others first with photographs. It happened quite by accident a few years after our American holiday when I had a reasonable collection of her on my home computer, including the early 35mm photos that I had scanned onto the computer. One day, I had a friend from work over at the house, he knew more about computers than I did and he was helping me install some updated hardware to make my computer work faster because I was having some problems with it.
I remember that Alysa had gone out shopping for a new pair of shoes that day, leaving my friend and me to work without distraction. At one stage I excused myself to go to the toilet and asked Bernard, my friend to continue to work on the problem while I was gone. When I came back a few minutes later I noticed that Bernard quickly closed the window that he was looking at, and the programme that we had been working on took a few seconds to re-appear with virtually no progress made on it.
At first I was annoyed because it was obvious he had been snooping and I didn't think it was appropriate, so I decided to see what he had been viewing at my earliest opportunity. That came a few minutes later when Bernard needed to use the toilet. I went to the documents history section, and lo and behold, the last few items that had been opened were my files containing photos of Alysa. I was somewhat upset at first, but I also realised that I was quite turned on by it. Alysa and I had been married for a few years and we had both been faithful to each other, so Bernard was the first person to have seen my wife naked since we'd been married, apart from old Mr.Lynnes, who used to develop my old 35mm film. Yes, I was quite turned on.
I heard Alysa walk in the house a few minutes later, so I again excused myself from Bernard to greet her.
“Hi babe,” I greeted her then whispered in her ear, “I need to talk with you privately.”
Once in the lounge, I told her of my suspicions and was left dumfounded when she just smiled slyly and asked me if I was jealous. Of course I was, but I would have never told her that, so I said ‘no’.
“You're not ha?” she laughed, “then let him see more then; go on, I dare you.”
“OK,” I said calling her bluff, “leave us alone again and I will.”
Alysa popped her head quickly round the door to greet Bernard before making apologies that she’d forgotten something and had to dash out again.
Once I was alone with Bernard, I complained of a stomach ache and excused myself to go to the bathroom again. I asked him to work on the programme while I was away again and he agreed eagerly. I had surreptitiously turned the monitor a little so that when I returned to the study I could walk up from behind without being seen until I was right up on him and could see the screen. I gave him five minutes until I was sure he was looking again and I quietly walked up behind him. I was standing right behind him when my shadow rose up on his screen and he realised I was there. He tried closing the window, but it was too late and he knew it.
“Err… uhh, Dan,” he muttered looking shame faced, “I'm so sorry.”
“Looks like you’re enjoying yourself,” I laughed at his embarrassment.
“You're not mad?” he asked me.
“Why should I be,” I replied, “Alysa is a very sexy woman with a great body. How did you find her photos?”
“I wanted to find another document to check if the new hardware would open it quicker,” Bernard explained, “and quite by accident I came across the file ‘Alysa 7’. It was in your ‘recent documents’ and I became intrigued.”
“OK Bernard,” I pressed, “tell me what you like best about Alysa?”
“Wow Dan,” he said, “that’s hard to say. What’s not to like? She has great tits; sorry mate, breasts; and a terrific peachy arse.”
“That’s OK,” I said, pleased that he wasn't shy because that would have taken the fun out of it.
“But what I really like,” he continued, bolder now, knowing that I wasn’t upset, “is that she shaves herself smooth.”
“Would you like to see some more before Alysa gets home?” I asked.
Of course he did and I opened one of my other folders and we went through each picture one at a time.
“Bloody hell, that is so sexy,” he said when we came to a close-up photo of Alysa’s black pussy where she had spread her labia with her long fingernails to expose the pink flesh contrasting within, “I’ve never seen a black woman’s pussy close up like that.”
He was obviously enthralled with that photo as he stared at it for a considerable time. I swear he got an erection when he had to adjust his cock in the confines of his trousers. This took quite a while and we had just started on the third folder when we heard Alysa had returned home.
“Well, did you show him the rest of the photos,” she pulled me aside and asked me at the earliest opportunity.
“He took so long studying each photo,” I replied, “we only had time to look at two folders.”
“Why don’t you boys take a break,” she said as she pulled me into the study where Bernard and I had been working, “and wait in the lounge and I’ll show you what I’ve been buying.”
I was curious, and I surmised that Bernard was even more curious than me. We took seats in the lounge and waited for Alysa who went upstairs to our bedroom. When she entered the lounge, she was wearing a new short, tight light blue mini-skirt with a low cut and loose white blouse, which Alysa had pulled off her shoulders to clearly show that she wasn't wearing a bra. To compliment this attire, she had bought a pair of white high-heeled boots.
“Well boys,” she asked, “what do you think?”
Bernard could only nod his head in approval while I nearly fell out of my chair, fighting back the urge to tell her how much I wanted to fuck her right there and then.
“Get me a beer please love,” she said to me as she sat on the sofa next to Bernard, “shopping is such thirsty work.”
She purposely drank her beer in such an erotic way, snaking her tongue over the bottle's lip in a way that almost simulated oral sex driving us crazy. She suddenly got up and left the room, but when she came back she sat on the recliner to the side of us. She was smiling a lot and acting very friendly and flirtatious. When she moved her legs, I saw up her skirt and realised she was not wearing panties. I looked at Bernard’s face for a sign that he had also noticed that Alysa was pantiless, but despite her efforts to draw his attention to the sight between her legs, it had gone unnoticed. I decided to do something about it and thought that some erotic talk would probably get everyone worked up enough, especially if enhanced by alcohol.
“I know,” Alysa said, “why don’t we spend some time in the Jacuzzi?”
As the hardware installation was virtually installed and it was getting a bit late we readily agreed. I loaned Bernard a pair of my trunks and we went into the conservatory to start up the Jacuzzi. Alysa joined us a few minutes later wearing a bikini that I had recently photographed her in. It was white, with a thong comprising of a small triangle of material tight enough to see the outline of her labia through it. The top was also two small triangular shapes connected at the back and around her neck with strings. But the best part of the suit was when it was wet.
We stayed in the Jacuzzi soaking and drinking beers for a while until Alysa got the urge to sit on the edge of the Jacuzzi while chatting with us. Alysa’s bikini, when wet became very sheer and her large dark nipples and beautiful breasts were clearly visible through the translucent material. She suddenly stood up and the sight of her caused my cock, and I’m sure Bernard’s too, to spring to immediate attention. The water made the material of her thong stick to her labia and as it was virtually see-through, she looked almost naked.
She sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi with her legs apart, flicking the water with her painted toes. She drank her beer from the bottle like she was giving it a blowjob, and I couldn't help but imagine her going down on both of us. She was fully aware of everything she was doing to us. She was in complete control and could have had either one of us if she had wanted.
We sat there and flirted for another half hour before going back into the lounge. I was hoping for much more, and I wasn't disappointed. Taking Alysa’s lead, we towelled dry but did not change back into our day clothes.
“So boys,” Alysa shocked us, “do you like my bikini?”
Bernard and I looked at each other and nodded like puppy dogs.
“Tell me,” she continued, “what did you like best about it?”
I kept my mouth shut hoping that my friend would answer but he kept quiet too and just looked at me. I tried to hide my growing bulge and Bernard crossed his legs to hide his.
“Did you like the fact that you could see right through it or what?" she asked, “Oh come on Bernard, don't act all shy. I know that Dan showed you more on his computer this afternoon while I was gone than I could show with my bikini.”
I tried to act shocked.
“I saw the way you looked at me in the Jacuzzi Bernard,” she said, “and I know all about Dan’s favourite thing to do. I know he likes to share nude pictures of me with his friends. I really don't mind. I did at first, but I'm starting to enjoy it.”
My mouth was now wide open in shock. Alysa knew very well that no one had seen her photographs before.
“I'm going to let Dan show me off to you if you want,” she said, “but you have to promise to keep it to yourself. Do you agree?”
Bernard looked at me with his eyes wide open. He still thought it was a joke and that she would burst out laughing at any moment. But never-the-less he nodded his head in acceptance then smiled at Alysa. She smiled back and parted her lips slightly. Alysa moved to stand in front of him and dragged our small foot stool over to her with one foot and sat down on it facing Bernard.
“Come and sit behind me,” Alysa called to me, “and take over.”
I sat behind her with my legs around her and Alysa leaned back and flicked her tongue over my neck and earlobe. Her bikini was now dry and not see-through anymore but the outline of her nipples and large areolas were still evident through the material.
Bernard leaned back on the cushions of the sofa and parted his legs, letting his growing erection become very obvious before Alysa’s gaze. I reached around her front and cupped both her breasts and massaged them while softly squeezing her nipples. After a few minutes, I hooked my fingers into the edges of her bikini top and pulled them both apart effectively exposing her breasts to Bernard. Alysa sighed softly and looked into Bernard’s eyes as she licked her lips and bit her lower lip.
She leaned her head back into me and kissed me, sucking on my tongue hungrily. She only let go to look at Bernard when my hands moved down over her arched ribs and then to her hips towards her bikini thong. I inserted my right hand into her thong while my left hand moved to her inner left thigh and spread her legs apart. I kept my left hand on the inside of her upper thigh while I pushed my right hand further down over the smooth skin of her pussy lips. I could feel her heat and wetness as again she leaned back and started to kiss me passionately.
I took my hand out and hooked two fingers into the left side of her thong and pulled it aside to show Alysa’s wet pussy to Bernard. She was breathing heavily now as she took her tongue out of my mouth and looked down at her exposed pussy. She ran her middle finger between the folds of her pussy lips and dipping it into her cunt; she took her moistened finger and sucked it seductively.
“Take this useless bikini off me,” Alysa said as she stood up in front of Bernard and took hold of his hand.
He did as he was told reaching behind her, untying her top and letting the bikini top fall to the floor. While still sitting down, he then took hold of both sides of her thong and pulled it down to her ankles while she stepped out of it. This was made even more erotic by the fact that his face was about two inches from her pussy.
“This isn't very fair,” she said, “I'm totally naked and you guys aren't. Take your trunks off will you?”
I didn't have to be told twice and took my trunks off immediately, but Bernard was uneasy. I think he was embarrassed about being naked with another man there.
“Don’t worry about Dan,” Alysa laughed, “he’s not into men.”
Bernard was still reluctant to remove his trunks so Alysa knelt in front of him and slipped her arms up his trunks, at first only touching his thighs, but occasionally brushing against his cock teasingly. Every time she did that he jumped a little. She reassured him by gently caressing his cock and then she slowly reached for the waistband of his trunks and slowly pulled them off until his hard cock was revealed. She lightly blew air onto it as she lowered them to his feet and off.
While this was happening, I retrieved my camera and started taking photographs. Bernard must have been in a world of his own and didn’t notice me taking photos of my wife with another man’s cock bobbing in front of her face for the very first time.
Alysa turned to face me and got on all fours giving Bernard a look at her heart-shaped rear and pussy. She reached for me and took my cock into her mouth and began to suck on it. She pulled me closer and raised her arse then lowered it again to take Bernard’s cock between her legs without letting him penetrate her. She started to gently rise and lower herself, sucking me and caressing Bernard’s cock with her pussy lips. From where I was it looked like he was fucking her and I had to concentrate hard to take photographs of them.
All this time, she was sucking my cock like a woman possessed. I couldn't hold myself any longer after I'd been teased all day, so I shot my load in her mouth full force. She tried to pull away but I was faster and held her mouth in place. After I was done I sat back and enjoyed her teasing Bernard. I could see the head of his cock, wet with Alysa’s juices, poking out from between her legs with every backward motion.
She didn't let him fuck her, she didn't go down on him at all, yet a few minutes later he came, spraying his cum all over the stool and carpet. I was fortunate to capture ‘the money shot’ with my camera.
The line had been crossed, I knew then that we would have more photographic adventures with others in the future, and with women too as Alysa had confessed to her bi-sexual interest. Yet our first time with another person still remains as one of the best experiences we ever had.
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