Adultery Photographer’s Revenge - Copied
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Introduction

Mike and Anne had been married twenty five years and according to Mike their marriage had been rather disappointing. It never fulfilled Mike's sexual expectations which seemed so promising during their courtship. Although they lived in the same house and slept in the same bed, they had not made love for the past ten years, both having gone their separate ways. Mike didn't think that Anne had dated or had affairs with any other men; however, Mike did have several encounters with various ladies.
Mike's Story
Although Anne had been pregnant a couple of times we had no children and both of us worked, with me owning a photographic business and working from home. Each Saturday at midday I would go to the village pub for lunch, then after, in the winter would go to a local football match and in the summer a local cricket match. I always kept a camera with me and any good shots would be offered to the local newspaper; sometimes they accepted them sometimes they didn't. Even when I didn't have a standard camera with me, I always kept a small digital camera in my pocket, which with the latest computer software could result in good spontaneous photographs. 
One Saturday afternoon last summer I decided instead of going to my usual pub, then on to a cricket match, I would go for a drive and find an out-of-the-way pub and have a relaxing afternoon. I drove for about an hour before finding a secluded pub lying back off the road next to a wood, with a stream running through its garden.
I decided to eat inside, because all the outside tables were occupied with people sitting under umbrellas. Inside the place was nearly empty, with just a few customers scattered around. The barman took my order, pulled me a pint, and asked if I was sitting inside or out. I pointed to the table pushed against the wall, my ploughman's, he informed me would be brought to the table, then disappeared into the kitchen to prepare my lunch. Looking around there was a guy sitting at the bar drinking and smoking, an elderly couple sat at the table in a bay window. On a raised section incorporating several tables, a couple was sitting in a darkish corner, kissing and cuddling. The guy had his arm around the woman's shoulder, and from my vantage point, I could see under their table where he had his hand up the women's skirt. I couldn't see exactly where his hand was resting, but her skirt was well above her knees. I thought the girl looked familiar as I watched them while sipping my beer, but for the life of me I couldn't place her. 
Taking a small camera from my pocket, placed it discretely on the table ensuring it could not be seen, took their photograph, but only when I was sure they were otherwise occupied. When they broke their embrace the girl turned and looked in my direction. I chuckled to myself, no wonder she looked familiar, it was Brenda my next door neighbour, and the guy wasn't her husband. Suddenly she recognised me, went very red and whispered something to her companion. Although they were both sitting there looking in my direction, I gambled and took another photograph. Several minutes passed before he got up and walked outside, followed by Brenda who stood up, and somewhat sheepishly walked over to my table. 
"Hello Mike fancy meeting you here."
"Hi Brenda, yes I bet it was a bit of a shock."
She sat down, I offered her a drink, she asked for a "gin and tonic." 
"Is your friend waiting for you?"
She told me that he had gone home, I asked her if Brian knew about her little affair, she said it wasn't an affair. At my suggestion she looked across to the table where the guy had his hand up her skirt and realized what I had seen. She went red again and said Brian didn't know.
"How did you persuade Brian to let you go out by yourself on a Saturday afternoon?"
She told me that Brian was at work and wasn't aware that she went out. I asked if Brian knew this guy, she said they worked together, she met him at the firms Christmas dinner and dance and they had several dances together, because Brian doesn't dance. She explained that there were four of them, each works one Saturday in four and sometimes she meets this guy Ken when Brian is working his Saturday. 
Brenda finished her drink, said "thanks," and got up to go. 
"Where do you think you are going?" "Home," she replied, I suggested that she sit down again unless she wanted Brian to find out about her Saturday afternoon assignations. 
"What do you want?" She asked in her overbearing tone of voice. 
"We should go for a walk in the woods," I replied. She laughed. 
"You have got to be kidding." 
"Perhaps Brian will find it funny." 
She sat there until I finished my lunch, then we got up and left. She followed me as I walked towards the trees, however, as I entered the woods she refused to go any further. I told her it was OK and hoped Brian understood about her infidelity when he read my note. "I'm sure it won't take Brian long to work out who this guy Ken is, knowing that he works with him and that you met him at the firms Christmas dinner." I just kept on walking. Brenda must have thought twice about it because she ran and caught me up. We kept walking for about five minutes until we were deep in the wood.
I stopped, lent up against a tree, told her to come close. She hesitated, asked why she should come over, and I told her it was because she was going to kiss me. 
"I'm not." 
"Then why did you follow me into the woods? You must have suspected that something would happen" 
"Mike, why don't you just let me go home?"
"Because, I want you to kiss me."
"OK, just for a couple of minutes."
She moved closer to me, wrapping our arms around each other we began to kiss. It didn't take long for me to become erect; however, because Brenda wasn't leaning on me she was unaware of my arousal. I pulled her close so that she could feel my manhood and the longer we kissed the more responsive she became. After about five minutes she said, "We should stop, someone might come along," I suggested that we get off the path and find a quiet spot. Brenda said that she had to get home, but I just grabbed her hand and set off into the undergrowth pulling her behind me. It wasn't long before we found a secluded kops hidden from the path, I sat down and beckoned for her to sit down with me, begrudgingly she agreed. 
I put my arm around her shoulder and persuaded her to lie down, then, we continued kissing. As we kissed Brenda became more passionate and initiated a French kiss. Our lips were locked together; our tongues circled and stroked each other. I moved my hand up from her waist to her breast and began to squeeze, Brenda's moan vibrated through my mouth but stopped me when I began to unbutton her blouse. However, with persistence on my part and our continued kissing she relented, allowing me to undo all the buttons and spread open the front of her blouse. Brenda's breasts were OK, I guessed a C cup but being a breast man, and spoilt by my wife's D cup, they didn't do an awful lot for me, but nevertheless they were pastures new. She really began to get turned on when I slipped my hand inside her bra and began to squeeze her breasts and tweak her nipples.
"Mike, will you suck my breasts?"
To free her breasts, I pushed her bra up and over the top before moving my head down to take her hard and enlarged nipple in my mouth to suck and nibble on. I could feel her lightly pushing her groin against mine so moving my hand down, began to pull her skirt up. Again she stopped me, saying she wasn't going any further.
I looked her straight in the eyes, "I bet you let your friend go further, what's his name?" I told her that I was going to fuck her and that she either cooperate or I would take her by force, then things would probably get out of hand with Brian, the security officer and the media all getting involved. 
"You know his name is Ken. OK Mike I don't want to fight you or let things get out of hand; I'll cooperate, you can have me."
Brenda relaxed, I continued to pull her skirt up, slipped the now saturated crotch material of her panties aside and worked one then two fingers into her vagina and began to finger fuck her. As the minutes passed Brenda began pushing herself onto my fingers her hips began gyrating and began to lift herself off the ground. She unbuckled my belt, unzipped my trousers, and fumbled around until she had released my aroused shaft from my boxers. I think she was a little surprised just how big my cock was both in length and girth.
"Come on Mike I'm ready for you, but take it easy."
Brenda spread her legs and I positioned myself on all fours between them, she took hold of my shaft and began to guide it down towards her vagina. I held back a little so in effect she was tossing me off.
"Come on Mike give it to me, I want your cock inside me."
She guided me in as I lowered myself and I eased into her. Slowly but surely I entered her, inch by inch until I achieved full penetration. She began to moan as I started to work my rigid shaft, slowly at first, back and forth in her extremely well lubricated body. 
"Faster Mike faster, fuck me faster." I increased both speed and intensity. She cried out "Harder Mike, harder you bastard, fuck me harder."
By now I was ramming her as hard and as fast as I could go, she pulled my face down to hers and kissed me passionately, crushing my lips against hers. All of a sudden she shuddered, wrapped her arms and legs around me then convulsed and shook uncontrollably as she reached her orgasm. Seconds later I felt my balls tighten then shot string after string of sperm inside her, after, we remained coupled together for several minutes, recovering from our passionate exertion. 
I lifted myself off of her, put my now spent member away and zipped up my trousers. Brenda was still lying on the grass her blouse wide open, her bra up around her neck and her skirt around her waist. I thought it too good an opportunity to miss. Brenda was oblivious to what I was doing when I took the tiny camera from my pocket, and began secretly taking photographs. After a few minutes she stood up lifted up her skirt to adjust her panties, click, the camera shutter sprang into life. She bent down to straighten her skirt, her breasts hanging from her body, click went the camera again. There was one final click as Brenda pulled her bra back down over her tits, after which she buttoned her blouse and asked me to brush her down.
"Right," she said, "Now I've paid my debt, as far as we are concerned nothing ever happened, is that understood?" 
I said, "No, that's not understood, in fact I would like to see you on Wednesday at 10 AM on the pretext that you're coming in for coffee."
"In your dreams." 
"Brenda if you don't come in I will send the evidence of your infidelity to Brian, and believe me he will not like it one bit." 
"What evidence? You don't have any evidence."
"Well you come to my front door on Wednesday and I will show you the evidence, then you can make up your own mind, whether or not I have anything."
"OK but I'm not coming in the house, and that's final, so you can do what you like."
I have already mentioned about my photographic business, therefore it should be no surprise if I mention that I have turned one of the rooms in my house into a dark room. It's my little sanctuary where I spend a lot of my time developing and printing, and now in these days of digital photography using a computer, scanner and printer. I keep the dark room locked, Ann is not allowed in, I tell her it's because of all the chemicals, and I do any cleaning that needs to be done. The next couple of days were spent in my dark room, saving, enhancing and printing off the photographs of Brenda A4 size. They were amazing even better than I imagined, in fact looking at them gave me a hard on, although it may have had something to do with the memory of that day. I placed them in an envelope and waited for Wednesday.
Wednesday morning about 10 AM there was a knock on the door, when I answered it Brenda was standing there.
"Come in."
"I told you that I wasn't coming in, if you have any evidence you bring it here."
I picked up the envelope and handed it to her, she took the photographs out, and her jaw dropped, she just couldn't believe it. Each photograph showed her in some state of undress or with a guy's hand up her skirt. I suggested, "From the photographs it could be assumed, since I am not in any of these pictures, that this Ken fellow took them as you posed for him. As for the pictures in the pub Ken used the camera's timer." I asked her what she wanted to do; she said she would come in. Never before had I known what it is to have real power over somebody, now that I had it over Brenda it certainly changed the way I felt and the way I was about to treat her. I followed Brenda into the lounge.
She turned to face me, "Now what?"
Brenda was wearing a white almost see through blouse which provided a nearly unobstructed view of her lacy bra. The hem of her full flowing light summer print skirt fell just below her knees. Around her waist was 4 inch wide black elasticated belt. Already I began to experience surges within my groin.
"First I suggest that you come over to me and give me some hot passionate kisses."
She walked over to me, put her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately, as we kissed she rubbed her body against mine so much so I became further aroused. As we chewed on each other's mouths, I let one hand slip down over her ass and pulled her closer to me whilst the other hand fondled her breast. 
"It's time we went upstairs." I took her hand, led her out of the lounge and up to my bedroom.
"Mike you won't let Brian see those photographs will you?"
"No, providing you cooperate, and do as I ask."
"Yes I will Mike, as long as it doesn't clash with my home and family arrangements."
"That, I can promise you."
She followed me into our bedroom, I turned and gently pulled her towards me, we lightly embraced, and kissed. As we kissed I undid the buttons on her blouse. Brenda didn't complain when I pulled her blouse out from the waist band of her skirt. She slipped her blouse off then put both arms around my neck and kissed me lightly on the lips while I placed my hand on the outside of her satin bra to fondle and squeeze her tits. I dropped my hands down to her waist, unhooked her belt, then slid my hand around the waistband of her skirt, searching for the catch to release, then lowering the zip, allowing her skirt to fall to the floor. I felt her hand on the outside of my trousers gripping and squeezing my cock. Brenda was now standing there in her satin bra and panties waiting for my next instructions. Whilst I removed my shirt she undid my trousers allowing them to slip to the floor. 
There we were, she in her bra and panties me in my jockey shorts with an enormous erection sticking out like a scaffold pole. Slipping out of my jockeys again I pulled her towards me but this time pulling her in tight against me forcing our bodies together. Pulling Brenda with me while taking a step backwards to sit on the edge of the bed, I buried my face in her panties to nuzzle her satin covered mound. Reaching up I grabbed the cups of her bra and pulled her down until she was kneeling between my legs. I reached around her back, undid the clasp of her bra, while she slipped the straps from her shoulder allowing the bra to slip over my manhood. She wrapped it around me, the satin felt so good, so smooth, as she stroked and massaged me.
Several enjoyable minutes had passed before I pushed down her head down between my legs, immediately she knew what I wanted and with some reluctance took me in her mouth, engulfing my shaft. The fact that she was working her head up and down, provided me with unrivalled pleasure. The warmth and moistness of her mouth caused me to experience such fantastic sensations never experienced before. Lifting her head I kissed her, although I desperately wanted to cum in her mouth I wanted to fuck her even more. Assisting her to stand, I removed her panties before manoeuvring her onto the bed where we continued to kiss and fondle each other. Touching, teasing and playing I slipped my fingers in and out of her body, lightly rubbing my thumb around and across her clit. She arched her body trying to press herself against my hand, hearing her heavy breathing and the occasional gasp. Finally Brenda was ready, she pulled me on top of her and guided my cock inside her. Slowly, my movements gradually increased in speed and pressure, until our bodies produced rasping sounds as they expelled the air when they slammed against each other. 
Brenda orgasmed as I shot my load inside her, finally we both lay there panting, locked in each other's arms. My erection had hardly diminished, and when I suggested that I was ready to go again Brenda said that she needed a couple of minutes to recover. At that point I told her that I wanted to tie her to the bed. She didn't like the idea but when I insisted she reluctantly agreed. Looking through my wife's drawer found four old stockings; tying one to each leg of the bed then around Brenda's wrists and ankles so that she was spread eagled. Kneeling between her legs I lowered myself on top of her. My cock snuggled against her slit, my chest crushing her tits, with my arms around the back of her neck we kissed long and passionately. I lifted myself off as Brenda began to complain about my weight exerted on her, not that I was sympathetic, it was just that I had other ideas in mind.
I left the bedroom went into my photographic room to collect a camera and tripod, which I set up at the foot of the bed. When Brenda realized she was going to be photograph whilst tied to the bed, she started to curse and threaten me. Once the camera was set up I began to photograph her; at first she kicked and screamed however, she quickly became resigned that she was the subject of my photographs, and eventually carried out my instructions. Setting the timer I took photographs with me kissing her on the lips, sucking her breasts, and inserting the neck of a bottle inside her. In each case my face was turned away from the camera.
Having finished the photographic session, I laid on the bed next to her to kiss and fondle her breasts while easing the bottle further inside her, which I believe she began to enjoy. Brenda asked when she would be released. I told her that I had one final thing to do that was to whip her across her tits with my belt. Brenda pleaded for me not too whip her breasts as Brian would see the marks. 
"Too bad," I said, "Perhaps he will give you a whipping as well." 
She pleaded with me again and suggested that I whip her on her ass so the marks wouldn't show. Again I refused, but this time she said, "If you whip me on the ass I will tell you a secret."
I told her that I wasn't interested in her secrets, but when she said it concerns me, I agreed. 
Brenda began, "Anne is having an affair," I told her that was nonsense; she wouldn't go out with another man. "Mike she isn't going out with another man she is having an affair with another woman." I didn't believe her, then she said, "Mike you and Anne haven't made love for ten years, the woman she is having an affair with, is me."
I just couldn't believe it, I just sat there not knowing what to do, then the anger began to rise within me and I began to cross examine Brenda for information.
"When and where do you meet?"
"Saturday afternoon's about 2 o'clock when you're out."
"But you told me that's when you meet Ken."
"Not always, sometimes I meet Anne."
"When is your next meeting with Anne?"
"Well, it was in three weeks, but now you know, I don't expect that will happen."
"Oh yes it will, I want you to keep the appointment, and I am going to catch you both in the act, so you had better make it convincing; I want to catch you both in the 69 position. If you tell her, or, for whatever reason it doesn't happen, I will send all the photographs, including today's, to Brian."
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When I untied her, she asked if she should turn over, I said it wasn't necessary.
I watched her climb off the bed and get dressed then she came over to me kissed me passionately on the lips and said. "Anne doesn't know what she is missing."
The weeks passed slowly, suddenly that Saturday morning arrived. I had never noticed before but I could tell by Anne's behaviour that something special was going to happen. She took a little more care in her appearance, a white almost see through blouse, underneath a black satin bra. A knee length black silk skirt with, if I was not mistaken, black stockings.
About midday I left the house and went to the local pub for lunch. At 1.30PM I drove back to the house and parked just around the corner, but still giving me a clear view of the house. I didn't have to wait long because at 5 minutes to 2.00 Brenda came out of her house and into mine. Anne must have watching for her because she opened the door without Brenda having to knock. 
I waited for about 15 minutes before deciding to make my move. Very quietly, I let myself in through the back door and listened for any sound coming from the next room. All was quiet, so I began to make my way through the hall and up the stairs. About half way up sounds of giggling came from the main bedroom. Very quietly I climbed the rest of the stairs and edged my way to the bedroom door. 
They were lying on the bed kissing and cuddling. Brenda had undone the front of my wife's blouse, and slipped her hand inside Anne's bra to fondle her voluptuous tits. Anne had her hand up Brenda's skirt, possibly fingering her. Their lips locked together, both making murmuring sounds as if they their tongues down each other's throat. I began taking photographs through the restricted gap between the door and door frame, until I was satisfied with the results.
Placing my camera in the next bedroom I had decided barge in and confront them on their lesbian activities.
I barged in and yelled, "What the fuck, are you two playing at?"
My wife just laid on the bed, opened mouthed, Brenda withdrew her hand from Anne's bra, turned and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Well?" I shouted.
Anne started to say my name and ended up stuttering, "Mi...Mi...Mi...Oh Mike," then burst into tears. 
"You lesbian whore, you have thirty minutes to pack your bags and get the fuck out of my house."
Brenda spoke up for Anne, "Mike, that's not fair."
Shaking my finger at her I told her to shut up or I would tell Brian. Brenda bowed her head and began to rise to go. 
"Sit down and keep quiet." Brenda sat down and didn't say a word.
I redirected my attention back to Anne. "Right you lesbian slut, you have denied me sex for ten years and then I find you in the arms of another woman. Now pack your bags and get out." Her sobbing increased so much that I watched the exposed main portion of her breasts bounce and jiggle around as she sobbed, rippling as they protruded above her bra's half cups. For the first time in a few years seeing the movement of Anne's breasts caused a stirring in my groin.
"Oh Mike please don't send me away, I have nowhere to go, please don't." 
"Why should I let you stay? You have not been a wife to me for at least 10 years. Now you've given me a reason with sufficient evidence to get a divorce, so get out and go live with your sister. I bet you told her about us long ago, blaming me for our sexless relationship. When she finds out that I caught you having sex with another woman then she will understand who was to blame."
"Please Mike, I know I haven't been a wife to you but I will from now on. I will do anything you want, I will do everything you tell me. Please Mike, I'm begging you." 
"If I let you stay you will do everything that I ask of you?"
"Yes Mike."
"Even be my sex slave?"
"Yes Mike."
"Will you pose for me and my camera, in any position or with any item I dictate?"
"Yes Mike."
"Ok, well let's just see how cooperative you can be." 
On my instructions Anne removed her blouse and skirt, and then just stood there wearing her black bra, matching panties, and black glossy stockings clipped to a black satin garter belt, waiting for my next instructions. God was my cock hard; Anne must have thought that I had a tent pole in my trousers. She was a bit hesitant when I suggested that she remove her panties, but eventually they came off. She stood there feeling a little awkward, as my eyes scanned her body from head to foot, something that I had been unable to do for many years. As far as I was concerned her large bush of pubic hair was spoiling the whole effect. Pointing to it I told her to go and shave it off and as she started to make her way to the bathroom, shouted out to her. "Make sure you take your bra off before you come back."
Brenda got up and said that she must be going. It's funny, with all the excitement I had forgotten all about her sitting on the bed. I told her she wasn't going anywhere she was as much a part of this as Anne, and suggested that she undress as well.
Brenda refused and told me to go to hell, she wasn't posing for me. Putting her straight, I told her that if she didn't pose for me several things would happen. I would kick Anne out of the house, and tell Anne why and who revealed her secret, and send all the photographs to Brian, including the lesbian frolics I took this afternoon.
I lay on the bed and after Brenda had reluctantly undressed, suggested that she join me to relieve the pressure in my trousers. She unzipped me, eased my cock out and began the massage. I pulled her head down and gave her a long passionate kiss, just as Anne walked back into the bedroom. After seeing the shock on her face I thought it necessary to explain that they were both in it together, and that I was blackmailing Brenda with photographs I had taken that afternoon.
I beckoned Anne over so that I could check the new look for myself. All the time we had been together she had never looked as sensational as she did at that moment. I commented just how nice she looked and that she must always keep herself exactly as she looked then. In my opinion a woman sporting a mass of pubic hair spoils the whole naked effect. "Now you can take over from Brenda." Anne climbed on the bed and laid alongside me, her hand replaced Brenda's.
"Not with your hand, I want to cum in your mouth." Anne shifted position then I felt the warmth of her mouth and watched her head bobbing up and down. To cum in Anne's mouth was a new experience for both of us, well it was for me, having fantasized about it many times, although I wasn't too sure about Anne. Brenda continued to kiss me however I noticed that her hand was cupped around Anne's breast, squeezing and generally fondling Anne as her mouth slipped up and down my shaft. 
Anne continued to provide stimulation, her enthusiasm seemed to increase as did the rate she was giving me pleasure. Her head seemed to bob up and down a little more vigorously, occasionally, whether deliberately or accidentally she lightly scbangd her teeth across the top, providing all sorts of sensations. Whether it was because she was pleasuring me, or the fact that Brenda was fondling her I couldn't say, but the sensations were fantastic. The pressure in my cock was about to be relieved, I slid my hand down and grabbed Anne's unattended breast, squeezed, then lightly pinched her nipple, just as I lost control sending several ropes of semen into her mouth. Anne choked but managed to retain my pearly white fluid, eventually swallowing most of it.
As I lay there, recovering from all that stressful activity, Anne moved up the bed to lie alongside me. Easing herself further up, leaning over and across my body, she offered her nipple up to my lips. It had been quite a few years since I had the opportunity to suck on Anne's breasts, maybe things were turning out better than I expected. Anne snatched Brenda's hand away from her breast and pushed it down until it rested between her legs, encouraging Brenda to slip her finger inside her. Squeezing and stretching her own breast, pulling on it, offering it up to her own mouth until she was able suck the nipple. To my surprise her nipple was quite hard bringing back memories of the past, indicating she was highly aroused.
After collecting my apparatus from the dark room I decided to photograph the girls while they were naked and submissive, the opportunity may never arise again. Setting my main camera and tripod up at the bottom of the bed, I began to pose the girls. Brenda was made to sit with her back to the headboard, legs spread knees raised. Anne was instructed to sit between Brenda's legs with her own legs spread and knees raised. I posed Brenda with one arm around Anne to cup a breast and hold her nipple between finger and thumb. Since Anne was still wearing stockings and her garter belt, I instructed Brenda to place her free hand between Anne's legs and slip her fingers inside her. When I suggested Brenda should give Anne a long passionate kiss, both girls began to rebel. "Mike we won't let you take photographs of us in this position." 
"Now listen you two, we've been through this several times, you have an alternative, either, both of you do as I ask, or you can both go now. In fact Anne it was Brenda who told me about your secret liaison and your love making sessions." 
"I don't believe you, why would she do a thing like that?"
"Because I caught her playing around with another guy and threatened to tell Brian."
Anne began to cry, Brenda said "Thanks Mike, I'm sorry Anne I had no choice, I was in the same situation as we are now." 
Anne immediately understood Brenda's dilemma and told her it was OK. I repeated the options, they had to make a decision, either we went our separate ways or they did as I asked with no further arguments over poses. They finally agreed to pose for me. "Alright now take up the first pose with Brenda looking over Anne's shoulder." The camera clicked several times before I was satisfied with the results. "Now remaining in that position, Brenda you give Anne that long passionate kiss." I think the camera was getting excited as much as I was, because it was clicking away like mad. "Brenda put your chin back on Anne's shoulder, now change hand positions, Anne, I want you to cup both of your breasts and Brenda, keep your fingers inside Anne." Click, click, "Now Brenda, remaining in that position give Anne a long passionate kiss." Click, click. I reversed the situation with Anne leaning against the headboard and Brenda between Anne's legs taking up the same poses. "Thank you girls, that's the lot, I'll leave you to continue with your love making." 
Anne was surprised and asked me if that was the end of it, I told her in her case it wasn't, and would talk to her later. Brenda however, saying it was getting late and had better get home, dressed and left. I sat there watching Anne dress and asked her if the clothes she wore were the sexiest outfits she possessed, she said they were. Her current wardrobe did little for me and told her so; I wanted to see her wearing really sexy outfits. Although it was late afternoon, I suggested she go shopping and buy something that will be more pleasurable on the eye during our more intimate times. Two hours later Anne returned carrying three bulky, but surprisingly light bags. I asked to be shown what she bought, but was told that she would prefer to model them for me at the appropriate time. 
It was much later in the evening when I entered our bedroom, first ensuring the curtains were closed before undressing, Anne was in the bathroom dressing, as far as she was concerned, for a night of uncertainty. Naked I climbed on the bed and waited for my newly compliant wife to come to me. Anne appeared in the doorway looking fantastic wearing the shortest red pleated mini-skirt with matching panties and bra with the smallest of cups which failed to conceal her large nipples. She had never displayed herself to me in such a manner before, sex oozed from every part of her body; lust welled up in every section of my body, my thoughts turning to bang. She moved onto the bed and lay alongside me. Lifting her skirt I noticed a damp patch already forming at the crotch, her apparent excitement causing small beads of her natural lubricant to saturate the material. 
Sliding my hand down between her partly spread legs; she allowed my fingers to rub against the satin material, searching for that damp patch to guide me to her sex. Slowly with little pressure my fingers glided across the saturated material slipping along the entrance to her womanhood, massaging those vaginal lips. Anne pulled me close forcing her lips against mine, moaning as she manipulated her hips pushing herself against my fingers. She asked me to slip my fingers inside her panties, pleading for me to penetrate her, gradually pushing the crotch material aside to slowly insert one finger into her well lubricated body, slick with her free flowing juices. Adding a second finger and gradually speeding up Anne continued to let out little moans, while moving her hips in time with my fingers. Whispering in her ear, telling her just how beautiful she was, in between nuzzling her neck and nibbling and licking an ear. 
Anne lowered one of her bra cups. Leaning over me she slipped her hand behind my head pulling me closer, guiding her nipple towards my mouth, encouraging me to suckle as she slipped that crinkled nub between my lips. She wrapped her skirt around my manhood, working me to provide unprecedented pleasure while I slipped my hands inside her panties then inside her to return the complement. We continued to perform our ministrations pleasuring each other for the next half hour or so, during which I performed oral sex. Slipping down her body I pushed her panties aside, to provide access for my lips to caress her shaven mound, while my tongue massaged her clitoris before slipping between the folds of her pussy, and down into the depths of my wife's body. A place I always considered as sacrosanct, a place previously forbidden to my tongue. Afterwards, my face slick with her juices, I kissed her on the lips so that she could taste herself on me. I kissed her ears, her cheeks, wiping her fluid from my face, across onto hers. She began to gyrate her hips when I slipping my manhood inside her, attempting to increase the pleasure by pushing herself further onto me. Complaining when I withdrew, with my every intention to tease and delay her satisfaction, Anne struggled to raise her body, trying to force herself onto me showing disapproval of my actions. 
I thought about methods to punish her for those years she ignored my advances, ensuring that never again would she return to her old ways. I needed something that would stand out in her memory should she wander from the path I had now established. Should I inflict pain? So far all she received was pleasure. I know she was scared of being thrown out onto the streets, but it now seemed that she had got over that worrying stage, thinking she was back in my good books. I needed to keep her constantly off guard, she needed to be continually concerned that I might carry out my threat to throw her out; otherwise I could see my revitalized sex life collapsing again. 
Occasionally I've heard people speak of bondage and seen bits on a video or two, but never tried it; in fact it was never something that I considered getting involved in. However, I began to wonder if I could utilize the bed frame at the foot of the bed. The bars were plenty wide enough apart for Anne to be able to slip her legs between them. If she was sitting on the bed with her legs through the bars, the top of the frame looked about shoulder level, high and wide enough to spread eagle her arms and tie her wrists to the frame. I moved away from Anne, rolled off the bed and told her to stand before me and remove her bra, while I at the same time released her skirt allowing it to fall to the floor before easing her panties over her hips, encouraging them to slip them down her legs. Stepping out of her clothes Anne was now naked. She began to object as I explained that she was to sit on the bed with her legs between the bars. It became necessary to remind her of our agreement that she should do everything I ask of her, or out she goes. 
She positioned herself in the middle of the bed with a leg either side of the central bar, leaving ample space between the bed frame and her body. That was not how I envisaged the pose, insisting that she moved right forward pressing her body tight up against the frame with her breasts protruding through the frame, one either side of the central bar. Tying two stockings together, having collected several packs from her underwear drawer, I passed them around her body, just above her hips, and round the central bar pulling her tighter to the frame. I repeated the exercise passing the stockings around her and the central bar just below her shoulders, again pulling her tight up against the frame so the bars pressed into her shoulders. Following my instructions she extended her arms along the top of the bed frame, to which I tied each wrist, finally tying her ankles to the cross bar between the legs of the bed frame.
Seeing her helplessness I decided to record the event by taking more photographs of her, pictures which again I could use as blackmail material, although that wasn't my first intention. Setting up the camera I took full frontal photographs then from either side to show the extent her breast protrusion through the bars. Much to her consternation I blind folded her using one of her stockings, then took a second set of photographs, repeating the exercise for a third time after wrapping a second stocking around her to utilize as a gag. 
Having completed my photographic session for the first time I was at a loss on what to do. Placing the dressing table stool in front Anne, I sat there watching her, not quite sure how to proceed. I wanted to punish her for the years of aggravation she forced me to accept, but I didn't really want to inflict a lot of pain. She was still tied to the bed frame blindfolded and gagged sitting quietly waiting for whatever was going to happen next. 
I began to play with her breast, bouncing them up and down, giving them playful slaps, sucking her nipples, pulling them hard to stretch her breasts out as far as possible. My problem was, although Anne was powerless in that situation I wasn't experiencing any sexual satisfaction. I suppose tying her to the bed reinforced my dominance over her, but I wanted more than just to see her helplessly bound and gagged. I removed her gag and blindfold, untied her ankles and wrists suggesting she move further up the bed. With Anne lying down I moved in beside her, even lying down her tits stood proud like twin-mountains, supporting swollen nipples. I lowered my head and drew the tender nipple into my mouth and began to suck enthusiastically. My hand began to work its way down towards her thighs, as it reached its destination, her legs parted sufficiently for me to ease my fingers between the lips of her pussy. 
My mouth deserted Anne's nipples moving upwards kissing her body while travelling towards her mouth. Locked in each other's arms we kissed, forcing our lips and tongues together. My fingers worked their way further into her body as she responded to my advances, gradually spreading her legs further. Anne began to massage my cock rubbing, squeezing, pressing and rubbing the head of my cock against her shaven mound finding different ways to manipulate my body, before pressing our bodies against each other. 
"Mike, I'm ready, make love to me."
I moved on top of her and lifted my body so that she could guide me inside, pushing until I achieved total penetration. Moving gently at first I gradually increased the force and speed as I felt her respond to my movements. After a few minutes she was pushing back on me as hard as I was pushing into her, suddenly she let out a loud moan as she began to tremble, and then violently shake as her orgasm exploded within her body. When she cum, her juices lubricated us even more so I really began to fuck her hard and fast, slamming myself into her. Her legs wrapped around my back, her arms wrapped around my neck she pulled me tight so I could feel her breasts crushed against my chest, suddenly there was more shaking and convulsing, this time from the both of us. We lay there exhausted, locked in each other's arms.
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Mike, have you finished punishing me?"
"Yes Anne."
"Mike, am I to be your sex slave for the rest of our lives?" 
"Yes Anne."
"Mike, please would you punish me tomorrow night like you have tonight?"
"Yes Anne."
Several months after our initial confrontation, unbeknown to Anne I submitted several photographs of her tied to the bed frame to a web site which published photographs of that nature, and they went viral. When I informed Anne of her internet popularity, she asked if I would go onto the web site and show her which photographs I had submitted and how they were presented. I must admit I was a little surprised how well she accepted the situation and if the truth be known I think she was a little turned on by the whole thing. I happened to mention that it was a pity they were only still photographs and not video. Anne asked if I would be capable of making such a video and where would I start? I considered making a video would be no more difficult than taking still photographs, it's a longer and a more expensive process, but thought creating a script and finding and directing the performers would cause the most difficulty.
As for where I would start, I thought the point would probably be where I caught Anne and Brenda on the bed in their compromising situation; that would be as good a place as any. I couldn't believe my ears when Anne said that she didn't think Brenda would participate. Was she seriously considering performing in such a video? From what she said, apparently she was giving it some serious thought, shocking me into believing that she intended to ask Brenda to see if she was interested in participating. A week later Anne had spoken to Brenda, who thought about it and decided she would like to take part, and explained the whole thing to Brian, who agreed providing there were no men involved. Brenda said that I would be taking part, naked in a couple of scenes, but also managing, posing and directing them and operating the camera, but what Brian meant was that there would be no men taking part whose role was to have sex with her. Brenda set his mind at ease when she confirmed, apart from the opening scene where I would discover them on the bed together and perhaps a few other scenes in the film, the majority would just be her and Anne in the video. No outsiders would be present.
Brian agreed that Brenda could participate and so it was agreed that we would shoot this video. So far I'm currently working on a story line and script, the equipment yet to be purchased. The girls are coming up with some ideas which are worth considering, while they are looking for sexy outfits to wear, but need my approval before purchasing anything. Of course without Brian knowing, we three still have our little moments together, now referred to as casting couch rehearsals. 
The End
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