I will start by telling about my wife Lynda. She was a blind date set up by my sister, who was afraid she would take her boyfriend away. I was 19 Lynda was 18 in 1965. She loved to go dancing in Leicester and had just parted from her boyfriend, she always told me his dick was so big he could not get it in. I had also parted from my girlfriend who was one of the twins. Lynda’s father was a bully and he ruled with an iron rod or rather a leather belt. However we survived, and we married two and a half years later in February 1968, without her father’s blessing.
When she was free of her restraints, that is when we really started to have fun, and her true nature came out, and what a sexy nature she had.
We moved into a brand-new house in a village near Market Bosworth and we found out that our neighbour next door was a photographer, who worked for the local newspaper. Their names were Jennie and Phil, both in their 40s. They introduced us to the local public house. (The Three Tuns) where we made many new friends.
On Sundays we would stay in bed until past noon, having fun, play-fighting, that always ended in wild lovemaking. Usually when she wrapped her legs around my neck and I had to force my head further up as she laughed, until I hit the prize at the top with my tongue turning the laugh into her panting and, moaning. An activity that did not go unnoticed by our new friends as the remarks were often made in the Pub.
Jennie and Lynda were chatting one evening. The conversation went something like.
Jennie. “Phil was saying that he thought you were very photogenic and would like to take a shoot, if you were both in agreement? Just a normal portrait, nothing naughty you know.”
Lynda replied “I will have to run it by Malvyn first, but it should be okay, as long as they are just portraits”.
“We can all have a chat in the pub on Tuesday evening, okay?” It was left at that.
Tuesday evening was games night so we went into the bar. I went to order our drinks from the landlady who told us that Phil and Jennie were, sitting in the lounge waiting for us, so we took our drinks through. They were sitting at a corner table. We joined them, “Oh, I’ve got you some drinks” Phil said.
“Thanks” I said. We made small talk for a while and then broached the subject. “So Lynda tells me you would like to photograph her.”
“Yes, I think she would be very good, in fact, there is a photography competition next month and if you agree I would like to enter it with some of her pictures. I will be taking only portraits, and I will give you a full set.”
“As long as Lynda is happy and that is all it is, then okay.” Lynda agreed and it was left at that.
I went to work on Monday. When I got home Lynda greeted me with a long kiss and said “Darling I hope you don’t mind but the shoot took place this afternoon.”
“Did you enjoy yourself, darling?”
“Yes but please don’t be mad at me darling but,” she hurried on, “I went topless for him, Jennie was there so I knew I was safe and Phil promised us a complete set of photos.”
“My darling you are not confessing to your father now, as long as you had a good time.” The thought of her showing her tits to Phil and Jennie turned me on.
A week later I came home from work and as we were having tea Lynda said. “Darling, I have a confession to make, please don’t be mad. Phil came round this afternoon on his own and we did another photo shoot here.”
“Okay, you were happy with it, yes?” I asked.
“Yes, but I went totally nude for him this time”.
“Mm, we are getting a set of pictures?”
“Yes but that is not all, you see I noticed he got rather a hard on. I could see it was putting him off when he started to stutter,” (he had a bit of a stutter anyway) “so I asked him if he wanted some release? He just nodded his head so I just jerked him off. Please don’t get mad” she pleaded with me. Far from getting mad I got so horny I wanted to know more.
“So how did you do it exactly” I asked.
“He was standing by the camera tripod so I knelt in front of him and undid his zip, then I took out his dick and his balls, it was all ready full length”.
“How big darling”?
“About the same as yours six inches, uncut. And just pulled him until he came all over my face and tits. I’m so sorry darling. That finished the shoot, it took me ages to clean the mess off the carpet”.
“Let’s retire to the lounge. I should put you over my knee” I said, as I sat on the settee.
Her face dropped as she lay across me, I knew how her father used to beat her. I eased up the Minnie kilt she was wearing, and she slipped down her pants. She was expecting a good spanking but I slowly slipped my hand down between her cheeks and slipped a finger into her vagina, massaging her other hole with my thumb. When I felt her starting to get moist I slipped in two fingers and finally three, forcing them in, she was still tight at the time. She let out a low-pitched moan and whispered “You kinky bastard pervert”. But that was only the start of the evening.
After Phil had been photographing her for about a month, he said to us both one night in the Tun’s “I think it’s time for Lynda to take the next step in her career, and I would like to introduce her to another photographer in Hinckley who does shoots for a magazine.”
Lynda answered “If you think I am ready.”
“I have shown him some of your work, and he seems interested. So I will make an appointment.”
A week later Jennie took her to the studio to see how she liked it. She spent the afternoon there and the photographer took some pictures both clothed and nude for her portfolio. He said he would send them off to some magazines. About a month went by and we had heard nothing.
Jennie came to see Lynda. “I have just had a phone call from a magazine, wondering if you could do an outdoor paid shoot at Market Bosworth park on the following Wednesday.”
“Can you tell me what it entails?” Lynda asked.
“Other than that, I don’t know. I know the park is usually quiet mid-week, though,” she replied. “I will take you, so I think we will be alright”.
They rang Jennie later and asked if Lynda could take her wedding dress with all the trimmings for the shoot.
They met the photographer in the car park, then went down to the lake. The guy spent a couple of hours taking photos. As the shoot progressed, she gradually disrobed until she was nude at various locations around the lake. Jennie was 40. She was not a looker. She was very slim, though. The photographer asked if she could take part, starting with Lynda nude and Jennie clothed.
He took some of them kissing, then both were nude. Suggestive soft porn showing all, he told them this would be extra, and for every set sold, they would get a percentage.
On the way home, Jennie said. “Don’t tell Phil what happened, he will not like it.” Though she told me, and as usual, a good night followed.
Lynda took a call asking if she could do a shoot for a well-known soft porn magazine that is still in print today. It would be a colour shoot, and she needed trimmed pubes, which she had, and could she get an all-over tan? This meant spending a lot of time naked outside. This did not go entirely unnoticed by the neighbours.
On the day of the shoot, the studio set was like a lounge, two armchairs and a settee. The idea of the shoot was for her to be stripped by two men and then trimmed and shaved, with all ending nude and Lynda showing her shaved vagina. After they finished the photo shoot for the magazine and were all pretty hot by then, they decided to have some real fun, and the photographer was shooting as they took her on the settee and in the chairs. When she got home, she looked really tired, so she had a bath and went straight to bed. She was also asked to do a blue film, but she turned it down.
She was still sitting for Phil, but he never knew what else she did. I happened to walk out of my door one day, and I bumped into Jennie sitting on her porch.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hi,” I replied. “I have got a problem with my car, and I’ve got to put it right.”
“You can put me right any time you like.”
