Tracy on Display - Oops! Pt. 04

Tracy woke up the next morning with a knot in her stomach. The events of last night replayed in her mind -- the Malibu Strings website, the photos, the oohs and aahs from Chris and Rich, and her own increasingly risqué poses. She still couldn't quite believe how far things had gone, especially with Rich and Chris there. She reached for her phone, a wave of apprehension washing over her as she thought about those pictures, particularly the last few.

Just then, I stirred beside her and pulled her closer.

"Morning, sleepyhead," I mumbled.

Tracy turned in my arms with a hesitant expression, and I could feel her sense of angst and shame. "Did I go too far?" she whispered. "I barely slept last night. I don't know what got into me. How could I do that? What kind of wife am I? What kind of mom am I?"

I listened. Frankly, I didn't know what to say, or the conflict going through her head.

"I don't know what got into me. I think I've been struggling with all the changes in my life, my body, my hormones. Something clicked in me when Amanda was here and everyone was talking about my body, and then that night when Rich caught me breastfeeding nude in the middle of the night. Watching him take pleasure in my body as he jerked himself off sent rockets of desire running through me. I am afraid at how quickly things escalated. The whole world can now see me naked on Malibu Strings' website. Naked in front of four young men who had their hands on me while shooting those pictures. I had to go in the water as it was the only way I could escape from crossing a line that I didn't want to cross."

My heart dropped listening to her, but the moment she mentioned the men with their hands on her, my cock immediately got hard betraying me.

She shot me a confused look as she could feel how quickly I got hard.

"I feel a little shame too," I admitted. "Part of me is screaming, 'That is my wife and the mother of my daughter!' Seeing your pics with those guys lustfully staring at you was like a gut punch that took my breath away. Yet, I couldn't look away. I didn't know what to say in the moment as I sat there watching you and Deb."

Tracy instinctively crawled on top of me and lowered herself down so the tip of my cock was pushing against her lips. Her eyes focused on me. "Of all the responses I played in my head last night, I never expected this," she said as she pushed down a little more on my cock.

I felt tremendous angst in my stomach thinking about the guys with my wife and Deb. It was the same turmoil Tracy was feeling herself. We were both feeling it, yet somehow the excitement of it all was intoxicating.

She slid lower and lower, engulfing my erection completely. Fear shifted to lust.

"What would have happened if you didn't grab one of the guys' boards and run off into the water?" I said with some concern. She responded by closing her eyes as an orgasm rushed through her body. It was so electric, I came immediately.

We got cleaned up and grabbed a cup of coffee. We sat there silently, contemplating what to say when there are no words to describe the mixture of emotions. Sienna, our young daughter, woke up, and we were back to reality.

Later that day, Tracy sighed, leaning into me. "I don't know, Dirk. Part of me is still reeling. I mean, all those pictures, and then... with the guys right there on the beach, and the last few being so... exposed." She paused, a blush creeping up her neck. "And then seeing them on Chris and Deb's big screen last night, with Rich right there."

"They were incredible, Tracy. You looked absolutely stunning," I said, kissing her hair. "But I get it. It was a lot. So, where do we go from here?"

She shifted, looking up at me. "That's what I've been wondering. I mean, Deb putting them on the Malibu Strings website... I didn't expect that. And the reaction from Chris and Rich..." She trailed off, a hint of something unreadable in her eyes. "Are you... are you okay with all of this?"

I tightened my arm around her. "Honestly? My head's still spinning a bit. Seeing you up there, with those guys looking at you like that... it's a mix of 'Wow, my wife is so hot!' and 'whoa, that's my wife!'" I tried to inject some humor, hoping to lighten the mood. "It's a lot to process. Really, it's about you. How do you feel about it now?"

Tracy was quiet for a moment, tracing patterns on my arm. "I'm... conflicted. Part of me is mortified. The mom in me is screaming. But then... another part of me, the part that's been feeling a little lost since Sienna was born, loved the attention. It was exciting. And seeing your reaction last night, and even Rich and Chris's... it was intoxicating." She looked up at me, a tentative smile forming. "Does that make me a bad person?"

"Not at all," I said firmly. "It makes you human, and it makes you Tracy. You're beautiful, and part of me has to learn how to deal with having such a sexy-ass wife! It is so naughty and so not us, the responsible, cute couple. Seeing you in those pics showed me a side of you I haven't seen in a while, and I cannot look away."

Just then, our phones buzzed in unison. It was a group text from Rich.

"Hey guys," the text began. "Just wanted to say thanks again for Saturday night! Chris and Deb are awesome. We had a few more drinks after you left, and let's just say Deb is even more fun than I thought!" He followed it with a winking emoji. Rich has always had a way with women, so it wasn't surprising he was now banging his boss's wife. He banged all three of Tracy's bridesmaids, including Amanda.

Tracy and I exchanged a look, a mix of amusement and a shared understanding of what might have transpired after we left. Before we could even process it, another text came through from Rich, this time a link.

"Amanda, you've GOT to see these! Tracy's pics from a beach day with my boss's wife, Deb. With a link to the Malibu Strings website. Enjoy!"

My phone buzzed again, a flurry of rapid-fire texts from Amanda. "OMG TRACY!!! NO WAY! These are INCREDIBLE! You go, girl! Mark is going to lose his mind when he sees these!!!" followed by a string of fire and heart-eye emojis.

Tracy's face, initially flushed with embarrassment, transformed into a playful smirk. "Well," she said, looking at me, "at least they're getting good use out of them." She couldn't help but smile, clearly flattered by the enthusiastic reactions. The rest of the day was a bit of a blur between the thoughts in our heads and the reality of parenting.

That evening, just as we were finishing dinner, the doorbell rang. "Who could that be?" Tracy wondered, wiping her mouth with a napkin.

I shrugged, walking to the door. Standing on our porch, grinning, was Rich. He held up a small thumb drive like a trophy.

"Evening, Dirk, Tracy!" he exclaimed, stepping inside. "Hope I'm not interrupting anything important."

Tracy, still processing his earlier texts, raised an eyebrow. "Rich, what are you doing here?" she asked, a mix of surprise and a hint of a smile playing on her lips.

"Well," he began, holding up the thumb drive, "Deb thought you might want this."

He handed me the thumb drive. "All the pics from Saturday," he announced proudly. "Deb was kind enough to share the whole lot. Even the ones that didn't make it to the website." He glanced at Tracy, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "There are some real gems in here, Tracy. Trust me."

"Alright, well, come on in, Rich," I said, stepping aside to let him in. "Can I get you a beer? We were just finishing dinner."

"A beer would be perfect, Dirk," Rich replied, his eyes already scanning the living room. Tracy, still at the dining table, managed a slightly strained smile.

As I poured him a Lagunitas IPA, Rich settled onto the couch, pulling a small, sleek laptop from his bag. "Mind if I just plug this in and give you the grand tour?" he asked, already opening the laptop and plugging in the thumb drive.

Tracy walked over and sat next to Rich with me standing behind them on the couch. A nervous anticipation in her expression was evident. "A 'grand tour,' huh? I'm almost scared to see what Deb included."

"Oh, you'll love these, Tracy," Rich assured her, his fingers already navigating through folders. The living room lights were low as we had just put Sienna down. This made the glow of his laptop screen the focal point.

"Alright, here we go," Rich announced, and the first image popped up. It was Tracy, sitting on a driftwood log, wearing a turquoise burnout t-shirt that said "Mermaid Hair Don't Care." Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric, a detail I recalled from Deb and Chris's house.

Deb had done a nice job selecting the best pics for Malibu Strings as we scrolled through the first 50 or so pictures. This became more evident when the group of guys walked up on the beach.

There were many pics showing the surprised looks on their faces with Tracy so compromised. It was clear Deb was encouraging them, or better said, emboldening them! Things started escalating in the pics as Deb got them to take pictures with Tracy. They weren't very handsy with Tracy in the beginning as they watched Tracy take off that mermaid t-shirt, fully exposed, and put on the blue bikini. Deb got them more involved, tying the bikini top and holding the bikini bottoms as Tracy stepped into them. As she was coming out of the water, the sheerness of the bikini was very evident, with her nipples and bush so clearly visible.

Rather than let Tracy dry off with a towel, which might put an end to the shoot, Deb had the guys strip her of her bikini so they could hold it up in front of her for the final bikini pic on the Malibu Strings website.

"Oh my god!" Tracy covered her face in embarrassment. "I cannot believe I let this happen! Please do not show these next pics to anyone!"

The next pics showed Tracy with two guys standing behind her, each with a hand on a tit, while the other two kneeled next to her, each with a hand coming from between her legs so they covered her bush with their hands. Nothing was showing, but they all were getting a good feel of Tracy. There were many variations of this picture as Deb tried to make this work. In each one, the guys were feeling Tracy's body in different ways.

Rich told Tracy, "I'm game if you ever need a four-hands or eight-hands massage again."

Tracy looked at Rich in shock and put her head onto his shoulder and began to cry softly feeling overwhelmed. "I am so embarrassed."

Without missing a beat, Rich put his arm around her to comfort her. "They are very naughty pics, but the fact they are of you makes them so much hotter. When I was with Deb after you left, with Chris sitting in the room watching, I was concerned I wouldn't stay hard as the pressure to perform was high. With Chris's eyes and camera on my every move, I found a spark that got me going. It was the thought of you in that rocking chair. That silly pic you sent with the angel emoji. I couldn't get that emoji out of my head as I got my rhythm going with Deb. Please don't share that with Deb and Chris, as that night was about them. Deb's desire to please Chris, and Chris who loves to see his wife have sex with men who dominate her in ways he doesn't feel comfortable with."

My head was spinning trying to take this all in. There was my wife in my friend's arms with her nude pics on the screen while he was telling us that he thought about her while fucking his boss's wife. My cock began to betray me again as it hardened.

"So you really thought about me in that rocking chair?" Tracy said wearily.

"I absolutely did!" Rich confirmed. "I have that pic saved in my phone!"

"Give me your phone right now, mister!" Tracy shot back with surprised vigor.

Rich unlocked his phone and went to photos and to Hidden Photos. A folder opened which had to have hundreds of pictures of women.

"My god!" exclaimed Tracy as she too was taken aback by all of the nude women. "Who are all these ladies, you pervert!"

"All of them are women who I have been with, except you."

Tracy looked at me as we both were staring at his phone. There had to be over 50 different women. We saw Deb, and I know Tracy was scrolling, looking for Amanda, Sarah, and Julie, her bridesmaids.

Rich grabbed his phone back. "Hey, these are private pics. Who are the perverts now?"

"Well, how is anyone not going to think I am one of your little conquests with my pics on your phone?" demanded Tracy.

The phone buzzed, and it was Amanda responding to the group. What caught our attention was the contact picture for Tracy. It was her fully nude on the surfboard!

Rich laughed and said, "It is easy to see all the women I have been sleeping are shaved. I make all my girls shave now, so your not-so-innocent little bush sets you apart. I would have used the rocking chair pic, but you censored it, so it might leave a few people guessing as to whether you were one of my girls or not."

With that, Rich saved the thumb drive pics on his computer, closed it, and said, "I will leave you two now so you can be with each other."

As Rich walked out the door, Tracy looked at me and gulped down the rest of her wine.

"Did... did you hear all that?" She said. "They way he fucked Deb thinking of me in that rocking chair. The pics he has of me on his phone. He will see me nude surfing every time I text him."

"He thinks I'm hot," Tracy whispered, as if reading my thoughts. "He thinks my 'not-so-innocent little bush' is hot." A shaky laugh escaped her.

"He's not wrong, Tracy," I admitted, my voice husky. My hands instinctively moved to her waist, pulling her closer, feeling the familiar curve of her body against mine.

She lifted her head, her eyes meeting mine. There was still a hint of vulnerability, but also a new, defiant spark. "Are you mad?" she asked, her voice softer now.

"Mad? Tracy, I don't know what I am," I confessed. "Confused, maybe. Shocked, definitely. But mad... no. How could I be mad when you look like that, and knowing the effect you have on other men, it just makes me want you more."

A slow, knowing smile spread across her face, mirroring the warmth that was quickly spreading through my own body. She leaned in, her lips brushing mine. "Good," she breathed, "because I think... I think I liked it too. All of it."