I conveniently made it a big excuse to justify my extra sexual needs in front of my hubby. He was more than happy to see me in that wanton state and w...ent all the way out to make sure I was sexually happy. As continued from my last chapter, my hubby had finally decided on who the first guy should be to start me off to a journey of uncharted sexual territory. He told me to consider his best buddy, Eddie, as long as I did not have any objections. Eddie was a nice guy, he would drop by, hang out. We had shots of us in various states of undress, totally nude, and many were of us engaged in sexual activity. When Sally got to Photo Place, Karen was behind the counter. She acknowledged having seen the finished product and commented that she and her husband also enjoyed bringing a camera into their bedroom. They had a friendly discussion and Karen mentioned that if Sally was ever interested in professional nudes, she'd be more than happy to oblige.Sally, at forty-three, was still a slender,. He lay there silently in the dark, staring at the invisible ceiling as her breathing slowed and soon soft snores began to fill the room. Shaking his head he stood up and reached for his robe. Suddenly he heard a noise, a shuffling sound just outside the window. "What the hell?" he thought as he grabbed his robe and pulled it over his shoulders.He made himself walk casually out of the room as if going to the bathroom. But instead he moved quickly toward the back door and was outside in the cool. As we disengaged, she headed tochange from her work clothes--a well-tailored suit with tasteful stripesagainst a navy background on knee-length skirt and matching coat over asnow-white blouse. Over her shoulder she asked, "Pour me a glass ofwine?" as her fuck-me pumps' heels clacked over the hallway floor.I had the burgundy waiting when she returned. She playfully posed in thekitchen, hands on hips with a saucy smile. No teenager, still she lookedeasily ten years younger than her driver's.