Girl Next Door Ch 2

GIRL NEXT DOOR PART 2

In the first installment of this tale, I told you how my (then) husband Seth talked me into sending nude photos of me to a men's magazine. I was surprised when I was selected as the Girl Next Door of the Month. As a monthly winner, I was eligible for the Girl Next Door of the Year. That led to more photos. Where the first submission had me wearing just an apron, the pictures for the annual issue showed it all, including my pussy. In addition, to get better photos than we could get with Seth's cheap camera, we had his friend, Trevor, use his Nikon camera to get better quality photos. So, Trevor saw me naked as did whoever developed the photos at the drug store. I also learned that Seth had shown some of them to another friend, Jerome.

My decision process was greatly influenced by my desire to please my husband and a newly-discovered exhibitionist aspect of my personality. I weighed the embarrassment of being seen by others against the thrill that came with the realization that thousands of people would see me naked. Knowing that men would be turned-on seeing my photos was a boost to my ego.

The first chapter ended when Seth came home with another magazine. This one was raunchier than the first. My first photos were somewhat decent. I was naked and all, but this new magazine had girls spread apart, showing their privates in great detail. The photos were even enlarged for some of the close ups. The girls were turned inside-out. There was no way I was going to pose for something like that.

My family had seen the first group of photos, 'Sandy from Harrisburg'. My brothers saw the mag, showed their wives and one of my sisters-in-law, Iris, showed my mom. She showed Daddy. I was mortified when we visited at Christmas. My mom came to my defense when Iris made a nasty comment by saying the she was proud of me for being so liberated that I would be proud of my body.

In private, Mom was not so approving. "Someday you may be in an important position or have responsibilities in the community and someone will see those photos. You'll be at a PTA meeting with all the fathers knowing what you look like naked."

She was right, but I wasn't thinking of ever being anyone important. I was happy just being with Seth. He liked to fuck me. He jumped me every chance he had and I loved it. I'd do anything for him. I stripped in the woods, sucked his dick behind a dugout at a baseball game. He could talk me into about anything. When he ate my pussy, I'd lose control completely.

That's what happened. When we made love, he would talk about how proud he was of me. He had a strong voyeur streak in him. He liked stories about guys watching their wives get fucked by another guy. I realized that I had a complimentary exhibitionist gene in me. I liked it when I showed some skin and men noticed. I would wear tight tops, without a bra sometimes, when we'd go out partying. When we'd get home after all those men had ogled my tits, Seth would be all over me. The more skin I showed, the better the sex got. I was addicted to it and would do whatever Seth wanted, including letting his friend take nude photos of me.

One night, he convinced me to take my top off in a bar and dance on a table with my tits bouncing around. We got thrown out of the bar, but we couldn't wait to get home. Seth pulled of the road and fucked me in the car while traffic was whizzing by a few yards away.

Well, the next phase of my fame continued when we were in bed, having just screwed. I wondered what he had been thinking while he was fucking me. He had increased his pace and seemed to be fantasizing about something. I asked him, "What were you thinking about?"

He said, "I was imagining what you'd look like in that magazine."

It took a moment to grasp what he was talking about. "Which one? The one with the girls showing everything?"

"Yeah."

"You'd really like to see your wife in a magazine like that, with my pussy spread open and all?"

"I would."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Part of me just likes looking at you, getting you naked, making you lose control, give up your inhibitions. It turns me on when other guys see you."

I was listening and was turned-on by his erotic thoughts. "Would they just be looking at me?"

He said, "I imagine other things too."

"Like what?"

Seth was quiet for a few seconds, then admitted, "I'd like to watch you with other guys."

He had shown a tendency to get aroused after I had flirted with other men. Some of his friends would get 'familiar' with me. His brother had put his hand in my bra and when I told Seth about it, rather than getting mad, he got aroused and fucked me. He hinted that he wouldn't object if other guys took liberties.

I asked, "You'd like to watch me do things with other men?"

"Yeah. The thought turns me on."

"What would you want me to do with them?"

"You know, whatever you wanted."

"It would probably be what they wanted. Would you like to see them play with my tits?"

"Sure."

"What if they got me naked. Trevor could take more photos."

"Okay, yeah."

I was curious as to how far my husband's fantasies went. "Would you want me to pose for photos like in that magazine. Trevor could take photos of my spread-open cunt."

He looked at me like I was serious. "Would you really do that?"

I said, "If you want me to." I couldn't believe I said that, but I loved him and wanted to please him. Something in my upbringing made me want to please others and Seth was the perfect husband for making me do things to please him.

I asked, "Would you want to see me give some guy a blow-job?"

I expected a negative response, but he just said, "Cool."

I leaned up and looked at him. "Are you serious? What if I let someone fuck me?"

"Okay."

"You'd let me do that with someone?"

"Only if I could watch."

We'd read erotic stories about such things. I thought it was all make-believe, but it sounded like my husband wanted to do things for real.

He had a tremendous boner from our discussion, so I went down on him. I said, "Imagine that I'm sucking your friend's cock and you are watching." I sluttily slobbered over his dick and rammed it into my throat with unusual passion. I was imagining it was someone else's cock and it turned-me-on.

I climbed up and mounted him cowgirl style. As I rode his prick, I said, "I'm imagining that it's someone else's cock in me. You're just watching, playing with yourself while some guy I hardly know has his big cock in my cunt."

Seth became more animated, my nasty talk was working on him.

I went on. "He's doing me bareback. He's going to shoot his cum into your wife's womb, something only a husband should do. You're watching me share my married cunt with another guy."

That was enough to set him off. His cock erupted inside me. He'd gotten hard and had come for the second time, pretty quickly once I started the dirty talk.

After that, we developed a routine, where I would tease Seth about me doing things while we had sex. I'd strip for someone or suck a cock. I'd let guys fuck me at work, whatever I could think of and he loved it all. The wilder the things I imagined were, the more Seth was turned-on.

So, when the opportunity to actually do some of those things arose, with my inhibitions lowered, it just seemed natural to let things take their course.

His friend Trevor was over and they were watching a ball game. I'd been in the kitchen and came in to catch part of their conversation. I'd had a few drinks with dinner. They were sharing a joint, so I joined them, sitting between them on the couch. The dope went straight to my head and soon I was stoned. The stuff hits me quickly.

While we watched the ball game, Seth was fooling around with me, sliding his hand under the back of my blouse. I resisted for while, but eventually gave up. It did feel good. He undid my bra; I didn't object when he pulled it out through the arm holes of my shirt.

He leaned me back and kissed me. His hand went into the front of my pants. His friend was a few feet away. Seth had his fingers in my pussy with his friend watching.

I heard him say to his friend, "Get your camera."

I was too interested in what he was doing to my pussy to be concerned.

Seth took a moment to pull my shirt off, baring my tits. My nipples were already hard.

When Trevor began to pull my pants down, I was shocked, but Seth kissed me and leaned me back on the couch. With my pants sliding down my legs, he slid his fingers in my vagina. I let them have their way. Just like that, I was naked on the couch and Trevor was taking photos of my cunt. Seth had my legs apart, so his friend was getting the most intimate view that anyone had ever had of me, other than Seth. I was soaking-wet down there. My pink folds glistened with moisture. Seth stroked through my pubic hair with his fingers. I was hot and didn't care what they did.

Seth moved away and they directed me in a series of nasty poses. I got on my hands and knees with my ass cheeks spread, showing my asshole and my juicy cunt. I spread my pussy lips and Trevor's camera flashed. The inside of my vagina had never been exposed to the light. I was so aroused and with their encouragement, I let Trevor take photos of everything I had, in great detail.

Then, Trevor fucked me. Seth held my legs apart for him. Trev's dick slid into me easily while my husband watched. I was excited and aroused by his reaction. I moved my hips in rhythm with Trevor's thrusts and I came when he emptied his balls into me.

It had happened so quickly. I had shared my pussy with another man. Seth was part of it; it was like there were three of us making love. He'd kissed me while his friend's cock was buried inside my pussy, whispering encouragement. "Fuck him, babe, make him come inside you."

Trevor showed himself out and Seth took his place, putting his dick in my freshly fucked cunt. He loved the feeling and so did I. It was very different to have that much lubrication inside me. I came again when Seth spurted his cum into me.

I drifted off to sleep, with the semen of two men mixing in my womb. I slept soundly.

It had been an unexpected experience, but there seemed to be no harm in what we had done. My love for Seth and his love for me were not just physical (that's what I thought, anyway). His friend had fucked me and Seth had enjoyed it, as had I. We had crossed a threshold and expanded our relationship.

Well, a week later, Seth had gotten the photos from Trevor.

"Who developed these?" I wondered.

"Trevor has a friend at the drug store and he can use their equipment after hours."

I thought, "Great, now someone else has seen my cunt."

I looked at the photos. They were raw, nasty. My vagina was spread open. I'd never seen myself down there and was a bit fascinated to see what I looked like from the other end.

Seth was sorting through the photos.

"What are you doing?"

"Picking out the photos to send in."

"What? No way."

"Come on. These are really good photos. We'll make up a different name so nobody will know who you are."

I thought, "There are not many pics showing my face and whoever looks at these will be focused on everything but my face."

He begged. I refused. He offered to eat my pussy everyday for a week. I knew he'd do that anyway, but I relented. If it made him happy, I was okay. I was pretty sure that the photos that Trevor had were already making the rounds; so everyone I knew would have already seen me. I agreed and signed the consent form.

We waited the two months until the issue with my photos hit the stores. While we were waiting, Seth and I had marvelous sex. He ate me out for ten days in row until my period stopped us.

I found myself imagining men looking at my photos and jacking off. Pictures of my pussy would be on the wall in locker rooms and at truck stops. I didn't know any of those people, so I didn't care. I'd forgotten about my brothers, but didn't think they looked at magazines like that. Silly me.

Well, damned if I didn't win the monthly Girl Next Door (or was it Slut Next Door, I forget.).

Seth wanted to get Trevor over for more photos to send in for the next level of competition (competition with other women for who had the nicest cunt, wow!). I told him to just send in more of the original batch. They convinced me.

Trevor came over and they got some more photos. Some were with a big fat cock-shaped dildo in my cunt. The thing vibrated and I was actually coming in some of the photos. The expression on my face told the story.

Once again, I was runner-up for the Girl Next Door of the Year. I thought the broad who won had nothing on me. She had bigger tits, but my pussy looked much nicer than hers. Seth and Trevor convinced me that it was rigged and that the winner was probably the magazine editor's daughter or something. I'd lost a science contest that way in grade school. Thinking back, would the editor have his daughter pose for photos like that? It was an intriguing question.

Well, as you guessed, one of my brothers saw the magazine. He called and gave me hell. I tried to push back by asking why he was looking at magazines like that. He said he just liked to read the interviews and read the jokes. Yeah, right.

Well, the other brothers found out and told their wives. I didn't go home to visit that year. I called Mom every now and then, but she was obviously disappointed in me. I talked to Daddy, but the conversations were brief. I don't think they actually saw the photos, but they heard about them. I pictured the look on Daddy's face if he saw his precious only daughter with her cunt spread out in the centerfold of a magazine.

Eventually, their attitude pissed me off. Seth was egging me on. What right did they have to tell me how to live my life. If they didn't want to see me naked, they didn't have to look. Nobody was shoving the photos in their face.

Well, that wasn't the end of it. Trevor found another magazine. This one was really nasty. Censorship rules were loosening and some magazines were now showing people having sex, dicks in pussies, blow jobs, just about anything. There was one photo of a girl taking it in the ass.

Now, the rebelliousness in my personality was egging me on. I'd show them. I said to Seth, no way.

Well, you know what happened. Read chapter 3 to find out.