, and in 1995 we got married. Life was good and although she was not the most adventurous in the bedroom we enjoyed married life. In the early 2000’...s we had a computer and got an email account etc., in those days the internet was nothing like it is now, but we did find yahoo groups: I’m not sure they exist these days. Anyway we started chatting to a few people and, with a little persuasion from me, she started to get interested in watching other people on webcam, primitive as it was in those. ’ ‘Is it broken down?’ He interrupted, ‘Do you need help towing it somewhere?’ ‘Ah. No. It was working fine last night. But, I wasn’t home last night, and I didn’t get a chance to get home and drive here.’ Alex looked at John’s raised eyebrow. ‘You weren’t home last night? And just where were you?’ He asked with a somewhat protective tone in his voice. Alex laughed. ‘If I tell you that, you are just going to call Louise and gossip as soon as you have a break.’ ‘Of course, and you are going to. But what really made the shot was a curl of hair, my hair, neatly framing my right nipple. That detail had gone unnoticed when I printed the picture the night before. The nipple was fully erect, stiff even. This, merged with with the taught musculature and the dewing, screamed sexual tension. Just looking at it brought hot flashes, and I am not normally much taken by visual erotica.As simple and anonymous as this picture was, I could easily sell a dozen among my clients. Triple the price if. I was glad I had shaved and changed my shirt, odd things to think about with a willing woman in your arms, her tongue in your mouth and firm breasts hard against you. And she was more than willing, I decided, she was downright eager as her legs clamped one of mine.We trotted down the hill hand in hand, found a mossy bank that had some privacy thanks to a stand of cattails and copse of low-limbed trees and kissed some more, fumbling at each other, undoing buttons and laces and making nonsense.