When I don't behave with your pictures.... - Sex Stories

When I don't behave with your pictures....

I was talking recently to a friend on here and I told them I would behave and not share their photos with anyone if they shared them with me privately. Their response surprised me. The LIKED the idea of me NOT behaving with their pictures!! So, my dearest, sit back and touch yourself, quietly as you read how I respond to what you do to me! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My phone buzzed and I knew without a shadow of a doubt who had sent the text. My wife was sitting across the table from me. Her best friend from her c***dhood was to my right and the ex-jock slash brainless oaf she had married was just sitting down from going to the restroom. I noticed that his hands were to dry. He is such a gross bastard. I wanted to go immediately and see what she had said. An hour earlier, I had sent my young flirting friend from Xhamster a message daring her to send me a picture of her in her birthday suit. She had been sending me increasingly risqué shots over the last few weeks and I hoped… God how I dreamed of what she had sent to me!! Once the dinner was over I excused myself to the men’s room and immediately checked the text. All it said was, “Check your second email, file too large for your text.” I swore. I wanted to smash my phone. I was still at least 3 hours of dreaming, wondering and hoping what was going to be in the download file. But instead of seeing it, I was going to be stuck talking to a moron and ...

... watching my wife as she relived events from 30 years earlier! The evening finally drew to an end and as we walked in the door to our house, Stephanie announced that she was heading to bed. 30 years ago that meant, “Hint, hint, nudge, wink, come on big guy and get you some!!” Now I knew it meant she was going to sl**p and I could do whatever I wanted, she was going to sl**p. Period. Did I mention she was going to sl**p?!!?!?! I tried to look casual as I went into my office/den and woke up my computer. Watching my wife’s feet disappear up the stairwell, I clicked on the email app and waited as 16 messages appeared in my mailbox. Scanning the list, I saw hers third from the bottom, with a paperclip attachment symbol right there. Looking out the door once more, I clicked on the attachment and watched as my photo viewer software loaded and her tight young body appeared. She had blurred out the photo. No face. But I had studied her body parts for months now. I knew every inch, every mole, and every curve. I recognized the swells and shadows of her tight young body. More to the point, I could tell it was her because she said, “Here it is, give me what I want.” She had told me before how thinking of how excited I got looking at her turned her on. I had offered to send her a picture of me cumming on her pictures, but she said she did not get the whole tribute thing. She thought most of that was borderline disgusting at best and out and out gross and juvenile most of the time. But knowing ...