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This story also contains graphic descriptions of consensual sex between adult siblings.
My wife KK and I have been living the hot wife lifestyle for nearly two decades now. I’ve been exposed to the knowledge of KK’s infidelities, ranging from accidental discovery, to KK’s confessions of those events. Beyond my wife’s infidelity, I support, accept, and enable her lifestyle as a hot wife, and she openly has sex with other men. The notion of KK fucking other men is no longer new to me, or just a fantasy.
One recent weekend I was tasked with helping KK transition from an existing iMac to a new iMac. KK had a photo shoot that was going to span a Friday – Monday time period. KK wanted me to handle the transition to her new computer while she was traveling.
On Saturday morning, I had coffee, followed by an initial evaluation of KK’s existing iMac. She’d left me the password on a Post-It note, signed with her traditional, juvenile “X-O” and a hand-drawn heart.
I browsed around with the Finder application, evaluating what disks were mounted, how much space was in use, when the last Time Machine backup had run; all typical administrative stuff prior to attempting running the Migration Assistant to recreate KK’s environment on the new iMac.
I decided to dismount all of the external hard drives to reduce complexity and risk, mainly so the Migration Assistant wouldn’t see the drives – I wanted just the internal hard drive mounted. When I tried to eject one of the external drives, the attempt failed, telling me the drive was in use. I figured out that KK had left a copy of Lightroom running, which had some image files, and the Lightroom database on that drive open.
I looked at what was open, and decided it was safe to close the image files without disturbing KK’s work or losing edits. The last thing I noticed were some odd looking thumbnail images in the library pane. They appeared to be nudes, possibly porn. I figured out what folders the images were in, then exited Lightroom, so as not to leave a trail behind – I was going to take a look at these curious files before continuing the migration effort.
Using the Finder, I navigated to the first of what looked like six folders where the image files were stored. On deeper inspection, there were actually seven folders, one nested in the earliest dated folder in the collection.
I decided to examine them in date order. The first, earliest dated folder had 49 images in it. The nested sub-folder was named “Take_Two.” I clicked the first image in the parent folder, to get the Finder preview. It took me a few seconds to absorb what I was seeing; to the bottom of the image frame there was the groin area of a naked male, and horizontally across the frame was KK, nude, at least I assumed she was nude, visible from the shoulders up. KK had the male’s cock in her hand, with the remainder of what appeared to be his sizable tool in her mouth. Her forehead and eyes were pressed against the guy’s hairy thigh, so I might not even have recognized the female subject as my wife except for familiarity with KK’s other facial features. The guy, whoever he was, was taking the photo, the camera strap dangled in the image, it was clear he was shooting the picture from a kneeling position.
I just sat there for a few minutes, staring at the picture. I moved the cursor to the next image, selecting it. This photo was poorly shot, over-exposed, it showed KK’s bare, smooth pussy up close, pink, open and wet. I recognized a little mole on the left side of her pubis, so I was certain I was looking at a close-up shot of my wife’s bare naked pussy. The camera strap was once again present in the image, hanging down in the frame.
The next shot in the sequence was what KK calls a “hunter shot,” in which the main subject of the photo is dead-center in the image, like a gunsight on target. This shot was another close-up, in the image center was KK’s pussy, the tip of the photographer’s hard cock touching KK, pressed against her pussy lips, in the moment just before penetration. I felt short of breath, my cock was rock-hard from the scene I was taking in. The in-frame part of the image was from KK’s hip joints at the top of frame, her thumbs visible, pressing on the skin of her thighs, down to the guy’s pubis, so the whole length of his cock was visible – maybe eight inches of hard, deeply veined cock-meat. His ball-sack was also partly visible in the shot, shaved, slightly wrinkled, but tight looking. He was going to shove that big dick into my wife, his fat, swollen cock-head pressed against her pussy lips, pushing her clit up out of the hood. I undid my jeans so that I could stroke myself.
The next shot was another dirty, nasty close-up – the strange cock was penetrating KK, the coronal ridge visible as the glans was disappearing into my backroom casting porno wife’s wet pussy. Her clit was pushed out of the hood, erect, glistening, the light reflecting off of whatever moisture was present, perhaps lube, perhaps her own pussy juice, maybe the guy’s pre-cum.
In the seven images next in sequence, all were shitty, poorly focused, blurry, close-ups of a big, fat, hard cock penetrating my wife’s wet pussy. It was pretty clear that the guy was concentrating more on fucking my wife, on enjoying KK’s pussy, than getting good shots.
The next half dozen shots were better; clear, in focus, all close-ups. They were shots of KK diddling her clit while the cock was filling her pussy, rubbing the guy’s cock-head against her labia and clit, tormenting that fat cock with her fingertips, rubbing on the glans while pressing the cock-head against her wet pussy.
In the following series of images were three shots, two of KK’s right nipple, both close shots, focused on her erect, abused nipple, like it had been twisted, pinched and pulled on. The third shot was of KK’s torso, both her boobs visible, up to just below her nose. KK’s mouth was open, as if she was moaning, her head turned to the side, her arms down, her hands out of the frame, I imagined either busy diddling her clit, or playing with her lover’s cock.
There were ten shots, all close-ups, of KK fingering her clit, while being fucked by the big cock. The sequence was classic KK. She loves to stimulate her clit, making herself cum on a hard cock that’s sliding in and out of her. I could hear in my head the sounds of KK cumming on that cock, her moans and coos, like a dove as she rode the waves of orgasm.
The next half-dozen shots, all close-ups, were of a vibrator stuffed in KK’s pussy, which was creamy with cum, pussy juice, so sloppy wet that the light reflected from her messy, gaping twat – it was almost obscene. The last shot in that sequence had KK’s gaping pussy, abused, open, leaking cum, her urethra and cervix visible, with the vibrator being pushed into her ass.
In the final dozen shots, KK was being fucked doggie-style. The cocks-man and photographer was shooting himself alternating from KK’s pussy to her ass, bare-back fucking my wife, her submission to his big hard cock unconditional. The very last shot in the sequence was post-cum, KK’s hand was wrapped around his erection, a mess of cum, juice and goo squeezing between her fingers. There was at least three inches, maybe four, of hard cock visible beyond my wife’s firm grip, and that cock-meat was dripping cum, slick with spooge, an angry red-pink. That was the end of the series.
Still stroking my cock, I went back over the series of shots again, looking for context, something to identify where the shots were taken, who the cocks-man and photographer might be. I was absently stroking away, becoming fixated on the shot of KK, open-mouthed, clearly experiencing an orgasm. I nearly blew a load of cum onto the desk in the moment. I stopped jacking myself, buttoned up, then went to my den to find a thumb drive. I found a 64G USB drive on my desk, went back to KK’s computer, inserted it, and copied the folders onto the thumb drive. Once that was done, I ejected both the thumb drive and the external disk, got the new iMac ready to go, and started the migration process. I figured I could go to my den and examine the rest of the folders from KK’s computer in private.
The sub-folder, “Take_Two” had 58 images within it. The series started out in what looked like a bedroom, one I’d never seen before. KK was wearing a black, zip-front dress, unzipped down below her bust line, reclining on the bed – the sheets were a mess, the pillows disordered, the bed unmade. KK was looking at the camera, a slight smile on her face. She was posed, resting her head on one hand, her legs bent at the knees, bare-legged and barefoot.
The next few images were shots of KK’s face, pretty good head-shots. In one, her eyes were shut, lips pressed slightly together, pink, sort of a pouty expression on KK’s face. In the next shot her eyes were open, and KK was smiling seductively. There was a shot of her torso, with the unzipped dress exposing her cleavage, tantalizing, like one might use on an adult site when discretion was necessary.
As the image sequence progressed, the shots became more provocative, the dress was incrementally hiked up, the focus on her legs and thighs, until the last couple of shots in the sequence showed KK’s exposed pussy. KK appeared to be sitting on the bed, sideways, leaning to her left against the headboard. KK’s thighs were spread, her bare pussy in the center of the frame. KK’s labia were closed, but had the tell-tale signs that she’d been recently fucked, a little pinkness, bruising, and the sheen of juices, maybe her own, or a mix of cum and her own slick secretions. The photographer was certainly a perv, focusing on my wife’s pretty, shaved pussy like it was an art object bangbros porno of some sort.
The next couple of shots were a mixed bag. Only one was properly exposed, they were all close-ups of KK’s pussy, now opened up like a flower, her labia spread apart, glistening wet, providing a view inside the barrel of her vagina, open, gaping, like it had been recently used.
In the dozen shots that followed, all of them were terrible, but it was obvious to me why. KK was sucking, licking, and teasing a cock that clearly was the product of an erection enhancing drug like Viagra or Cialis, combined with extreme stimulation. Even in the blurry out-of-focus shots, it was obvious how stimulated that cock was; an angry purple-red, engorged, swollen, the veins popping out along the length of the shaft, the cock-head bulbous, swollen to the size of a small apple. I stopped for the moment, stripping out of my jeans and boxers, to enjoy stroking my cock to these images.
The image sequence transitioned to five shots of male fingers, spreading and penetrating KK’s pussy, opening it up. There were globs of gelled cum visible inside her, in one of the shots the man’s fingers had her open so wide the entire barrel of KK’s vagina was visible, to the cervix, showing her coated with little globules of gelled spunk.
There were thirteen shots, a sequence in which KK was being penetrated and fucked by the big dick, wet, deep, its owner enjoying my wife’s surrender, using her pussy for pleasure. In one shot, a moment in which the cock was on the outbound part of its stroke in KK’s pussy, the shaft was coated in milky juices, leaving strands of spooge drawn back to my wife’s used pussy.
Two shots showed KK’s chest and face, her head turned to one side, her mouth open, as if she was moaning in orgasm, the second showing her tugging on her nipples, clearly screaming during an intense moment of pleasure.
In the next ten shots, the huge cock was banging away, full strokes in and out of KK’s pussy, glistening with juice and cum. The veins on the cock were distinct, popping, and it was obviously at maximum hardness, and cumming in my wife’s pussy, deep fucking KK like a machine of some sort.
The remaining half-dozen shots were the aftermath of an intense fuck session; KK’s face, a smile of orgasmic bliss present, her eyes rolled back in their sockets, followed by a shot of her lover’s cum-covered cock, still hard, resting against her pussy, then shots of her open pussy, cum running out of her pink wet opening down onto the sheets. I made myself cum looking at the last shot, KK holding her lips apart, her clit erect, poking out of the hood, her pussy a deep pink, wet, filled with creamy cum. It was an intense orgasm, my cum sprayed all over the front of the desk as I slumped back in my chair.
After regaining my composure, I went to the kitchen, and brought back a roll of paper towels, cleaning up the spunk I’d unloaded on the desk, along with what’d dripped onto the tile. I went back over the images, again looking for context, some way to identify the location, the lover. I flipped between some of the images, and decided that the cock in both sets of images in the parent, and sub-folder was the same, or at least likely the same. In the second set of images, that cock was so aroused, so stimulated it looked somewhat different than in the first set of shots.
The third folder had more than a hundred images in it. I looked at the first shot for a number of minutes. In that shot, KK was seated, center of frame, in a rolling desk chair. She was reclined, head tilted back, wearing a black Victoria’s Secret bra, her skirt hiked up around her waist, black pantyhose, and black pumps. It was an intensely erotic shot – KK was obviously displaying herself in a somewhat submissive pose to whoever was photographing her.
I inferred the venue was a hotel room, based on the furnishings, the carpet, drapes, and hotel-style AC unit along the window wall. In a couple of the shots the drapes were partially open, and the view was night-time, looking out over a city-scape.
In the initial series of 18 shots, KK progressed from that first pose to ever more revealing shots, eventually stripping out of the bra and losing her skirt, until she was just in pantyhose and heels. The pantyhose themselves were a style I’d never seen her wear. They had an integrated “panty” knit into the fabric, and KK had nothing on underneath the pantyhose – the “panty” was sheer enough to expose her labia, and the look on the whole was quite sexy. In the last shot of the sequence, KK was reclined in the chair, playing with her erect nipples for the photographer.
There were eleven shots in the next sequence, all of KK tormenting that same enormous, throbbing hard cock. My impression was again that it was the product of enhancement by an ED drug, and extreme stimulation. KK was thoroughly enjoying that cock, licking it, sucking it, rubbing it against her tits, squeezing it, and beurette tour porno maximizing its hardness. In one shot, she was tracing a popped vein with the tip of her finger, while licking the piss-hole with the tip of her tongue.
I lingered over these shots, stroking my cock, marveling at KK’s sensual technique, her mastery of cock worship, and the control she had over the huge cock captured in the image sequence.
The eight shots next in sequence focused on KK solo, continuing to tease, seated in the chair tugging her nipples, tracing her pussy lips through the thin nylon of her pantyhose, showing off her legs and heels, finally standing in front of the chair, with her hands on her knees. KK was looking into the camera, her big, beautiful boobs hanging down, nipples erect – she was smiling, her eyelids half shut in a seductive pose.
In the sequence of the next dozen shots, KK was on the hotel bed, posing, teasing, crossing her nylon-covered legs, showing off for the photographer. KK was so sexy, in bed with nothing but her pantyhose and heels. I could imagine rubbing my hard cock against her pantyhose covered ass or leg, how it would feel, the electric tingle of my bare cock against the smooth nylon.
Three shots in the sequence showed KK teasing the monster cock, in the grasp of one hand, two in which she had hold of the cock-owner’s balls, teasing his cock-head with the tip of a finger. The cock was purple-red, obscenely swollen, the veins standing out like they were on the verge of bursting.
In the following three shots, the photographer captured KK playing, pinching her nipples, cupping her breasts with her hands, pushing them together as if she were giving a tit job to an imaginary cock.
The camera angle changed in the next seven shots – KK’d become the photographer, she was shooting her partner for a change. There were no shots of his face or head, everything below the chin line. He had a fit, muscular body, his cock was magnificent – hard, thick, curving upward, like KK prefers. He was stroking himself for KK in one shot. In another, he was turned slightly, in profile, as if he was exhibiting his enormous cock for KK.
That shot was interesting in the sense it seemed to capture KK’s fascination for her lover’s cock, and his pride and lack of inhibition as he displayed himself to KK.
The next couple of shots had the camera back in his hands, images of KK sucking his big cock, covering it with saliva. The eroticism was clear, in the second shot, KK was looking up at the camera, whorishly licking the swollen, bulbous cock-head like candy.
A half-dozen more shots had KK on her hands and knees, tits dangling, showing herself off to the photographer. Her body position was submissive, pantyhose covered ass in the air, like an offering. In the last shot, the pantyhose were coming down, exposing my wife’s bare ass to the photographer.
In a dozen shots, the photographer captured himself taking my wife, her submission to him evident, as KK gave him her ass and pussy. In the first couple, her pantyhose were still partly on, and he’d shoved his cock into her ass, then in the next shot, into her pussy. The series of shots were increasingly erotic, the amount of juice flowing from KK’s pussy was amazing. Her lover’s cock and hanging balls were coated in KK’s wetness, both holes gaping open from the intrusion of his big dick. The last image in the sequence was of the monster cock mid-stroke in KK’s ass. It was nicely executed, clear, in focus, showing the red, hard dick impaling KK’s tight butt. KK’s rosebud was squeezing the shaft of that cock, almost holding it in place, gripping it.
Three close-in shots showed KK flipped onto her back, with her lover’s cock buried in her pussy, balls deep. In the last shot, I’m guessing he was cumming deep inside her. KK does this thing when she’s orgasming sometimes, pinching her clit between her hood and rapidly strumming it with one finger. KK was in that mode, with his big cock buried to his pubic bone, pushed into her pussy.
Three more shots had KK on her back, legs spread wide apart, showing off her lover’s work. KK’s pussy was gaping open, raw, pink, full of cum to nearly overflowing. The last shot was almost sickening, KK’s legs were spread, her heels on the bed, and she was pulling her labia wide apart to expose her abused hole, along with her anus, loose, slightly prolapsed from the invasion of the guy’s huge cock. KK was dripping wet, a mix of semen and pussy juice, flowing onto the sheet.
The next shots in the sequence had a gap in the time stamp. It was the same hotel room, however KK had changed into a floral print baby-doll, and white heels. In the five shot sequence, KK was posing for the camera. In the first, KK stood at the foot of the bed, hands behind her back, with the skirt part of the baby-doll slightly parted in front, exposing her pussy. In the next shot, she cupped her boobs, which pulled the gap in the baby-doll wider, with her legs were slightly spread. A droplet of something hung in mid-air from her pussy lips. The last three shots had KK laid back on the bed, fingering herself, using what looked like globs of cum for lube. The very last of those shots featured my wife’s abused, cum-soaked pussy along with her busy fingers, enjoying the wet mess.