Chapter 1
It all started with a photograph of my wife and her friend flashing on Bourbon St. during Mardi Gras.
One of my buddies, Steve, found it online and showed it to me, “That’s clearly Kellie, right?”
It was so hot to see a younger picture of my wife flashing her tits and her flat belly, including a navel piercing.
“Yeah, that’s her. Wow- how’d you find this?”
“I just did a Google search for ‘Mardi Gras flashing’ and this one was near the top.”
“Why were you searching for ‘Mardi Gras flashing’, Steve?” I asked, teasing him because I knew the answer.
He punched my arm as we were apt to do to each other. “Fuck off, dude. You know why.”
“So you’re saying you beat off to my wife?” I continued, not letting him getting away with it.
The was a pause. He was embarrassed to be revealed.
“What do you want me to say? Of course I did. You think any guy who meets Kellie doesn’t beat off to her? Your wife is hot and you know it.”
It was true. My wife is one of the prettiest women I had ever met. It’s the reason I worked so hard in college to court her and win her heart. She had a pretty conservative upbringing, so joining a sorority in college really unlocked her naughty side. This picture was proof of it.
Steve was one of the friends I made in college that I was still really tight with. The four of us, Steve, Chris, Gary, and myself, Brad, were inseparable. Kellie liked to joke that when she agreed to marry me she knew she was really marrying me plus all three of them as well.
So I think I need to describe Kellie. She was the quintessential MidWest girl next door. Very cute face and she has a glowing smile. Blue eyes shimmer over apple cheeks and a cute nose. She’s tall, 5’9”, and slender. She wears her dirty blonde hair long, often pinning a bit up in the back so it’s not all falling in her face. Her hair has some natural waviness to it, but I also know that she enhances it sometimes with a curling iron. Her legs are long, adding to her height, but her torso is actually quite long too. Her C-cup tits aren’t small, but look well-proportioned on her body. Her ass is tight with just a little cushion. She tends to just keep her pubic hair trimmed off her lips and with plenty of bikini leg clearance so nothing pokes out. An absolute knock out that strangers and friends alike drool over.
Our sex life is great. She has a veracious libido and you will never hear me complain about not getting enough. There have been times where she has worn me out enough that I struggled to get an erection again whereas she was still ready for more. We’ve added toys but she really only likes to use them after she’s exhausted whatever she gets out of me. She’s been pretty keen to experiment, but we largely just vary positions and nothing too kinky.
So back to the flashing picture. I had Steve send it to me but he was right- it comes up pretty quick in a search. I was trying to figure out how to break it to Kellie. With her this could go either way- she could be turned on by it or she could be embarrassed.
“Hey honey!” She called as she came home. Steve had left over an hour ago, so it was just us.
“Hey babe,” I replied, taking her in my arms and kissed her. With me at 28 and her at 27, we were still practically newlyweds and still made sure to embrace every time we parted and were back together.
I’m 6’0” so even as tall as she was I still needed to lean a bit to kiss her if she wasn’t wearing heels. My friends and work out a lot. Part of our friendship in school, apart from our membership in a fraternity Theta Chi, was playing in an intramural rugby league. So we were all pretty built. Getting older and further removed from that kind of activity has dulled our physiques, but not too much.
So I knew I was likely setting myself up for trouble if I didn’t come right out and share the news.
“Babe, ummm, Steve showed me something today. You need to see it…”
“…Ok… what are you dancing around Brad?”
I held out my phone with her Mardi Gras flashing photo pulled up. Seeing it took her breath away.
“Oh shit. That’s me!” she said covering her mouth.
“Yeah. I could see that,” I said, “Did you know about it?”
“Well… obviously I was there and I knew that some folks were taking photos with their phones. I just… how did he find it?”
I grinned sheepishly, “Well, that’s the thing… he didn’t have to try too hard.”
“What do you mean?” she asked. I could tell she was still stunned.
“It comes up pretty high in the results if you search ‘Mardi Gras flashing’,” I told her.
“What do you mean? If someone searches for that, they’re likely to see me?!?!”
I nodded. She pulled out her iPad and did a search. Sure enough, her picture was within the top ten of the search.
“Oh my god!” She said dropping her iPad on the counter.
“I know. I’m sorry. Do I need to try and get it pulled down?”
She remained silent for a bit. I could tell her brain was working to think through the implications.
"Oh my… that's really hot. Oh. I mean, I hope you're not pissed. You don't seem pissed."
"No… I think… I think it's pretty hot too."
"I look damn good in that photo, don't I?"
"Fuck yeah you do. And you seem really happy in it. Were you drunk?"
“No. I mean I had one drink but back then I could drink a lot. I did it on a dare and it was the thing to do, right… but I enjoyed it. I enjoyed seeing the reactions of the guys who were enjoying seeing my body. It was… intoxicating. Wait- so Steve found it? Why was he searching… Oh wow. Did he beat off to that photo of me?"
"I mean, that's why he was looking… He wouldn't admit he did, but he definitely didn't deny it either."
I saw the look in her eyes as I told her that. She was majorly aroused.
"Honey… Are you ok with that?" she asked me cautiously.
"That Steve has not only seen a photo of your tits but that he jerked off to it. Oh yeah. But babe, there's something you're not connecting the dots on yet…"
She looked at me and it very quickly dawned on her.
"Oh shit- has he shown the other guys yet?" she blurted out.
"I don't think he has. I mean, I think I could tell him not to…"
"Ummm. Jesus, I'm mixed. Oh that's so bad of me. You know if they all see that picture, it's not a huge leap for them to ask to see them in person."
Knowing my friends, she was right. They've always been respectful (mostly because they know I'd kick their ass). But they were a lecherous bunch. Gary was married to Megan. I don't think I'd have to worry too much. Steve was more of the player amongst us. His last relationship didn't end well. Chris was the reserved guy in the bunch. He dated so infrequently, Steve sometimes razzed him that he might be gay. That sounds bad- we weren't homophobes. Strangely enough, I think it was Steve's clumsy way of saying if Chris was gay he wouldn't care. We had some gay friends at college and since then. I don't think Chris is gay.
All that said, we have watched an occasional dirty movie or porn together. We don't make a frequent habit of it, especially these days with Gary and I both married. Kellie has always maintained a "don't ask, don't tell" policy regarding that. She's not a prude; we've watched some together occasionally. She just thinks it's weird for guys to watch stuff like that together.
So after considering what she said, a thought came out of my mouth without any filter.
"Would you want to have them see you naked or partially naked?"
She bit her bottom lip.
"Would you think terrible of me if I said I might not find that a horrible thought?"
She was really turned on. I was too.
"You know I think you're really gorgeous. I'm so proud to be married to you. I have immense pride when guys check you out. You are in no way what I would think of as slutty or trashy, so… to see you like this or to imagine you flashing guys, especially my friends… damn, that’s hot.”
“Could you really handle it? I’m not saying I would… just… thinking it through…”
“Yeah. I think as long as it’s my bed you’re in every night, I would definitely be able to handle it.”
“Whoa… you leapt a bit far there. We’re still just talking about a little flashing, right?”
I blushed and she could see through me.
“Oh shit… you’re thinking about more?”
“No. I mean, not really. Fuck.”
I was busted and she knew it.
“Spill it, mister. No secrets.”
That was one of our major marriage tenants.
“Oh, god. Ok. A few months ago, the guys and I watched a porn together.”
“Where was I?”
“Out shopping with Megan. It was before our ski trip.”
“Ok, go on dirty boy.”
“The porn ‘plot’ was about a wife fucking a guy in front of her husband. He was ok with it. In fact he was quite turned on by it. Steve being Steve asked Gary and I if we’d ever be ok with our wives fucking someone else in front of them. We both said ‘no, of course not’, but Gary gave me a look and I got the impression it wasn’t a foreign thought to him.”
“Oh my god. And you. You said ‘no’ but…”
“But the idea turned me on. I had never considered it before… but…”
“So you would not only be ok with me showing off my naked body, but you think you’d be ok with watching have sex with some other guy?”
“I don’t know. No. I mean… maybe?” I stammered.
“Stop,” Kellie said firmly. I thought she was pissed.
“What?”
“Just stop talking and take me to bed right now.”
We ran to the bedroom and fucked so long we skipped dinner.
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We didn’t talk about the picture or what we had discussed again for several days. Our lovemaking was pretty standard, but there was a tension from the unspoken thing.
Until it was no longer unspoken.
One night about a week and a half later, while we were in bed making out she brought it up.
“So, do the other guys know about the photo?”
I knew instantly what she was talking about. To be honest, a couple of days when she was out somewhere I had jerked off to it myself. Thinking about her doing it. Thinking about her flashing the guys. It was on my mind for sure. Still, I played a little dumb.
“Which photo? Oh, the photo of you flashing your tits at Mardi Gras?”
She grabbed my dick, “Yes, smart ass. THAT photo.”
I was hardening steadily, but her bringing up the photo made it throb.
“Oh,” she said, “does thinking about it turn you on? It’s like your dick is a truth detector kit. So tell me- do the other guys know about the photo?”
“Not that I know of.”
“Ok. That seems to check out. Do you want them to see it?”
Throb.
“Oh my, that’s a yes. What if I told you you could tell Steve it’s ok to tell them about it.”
Throb.
“Ok, so you like that idea. You do know if you do this, it’ll be like opening Pandora’s Box, right?”
“What do you mean?” I asked. She had me breathing heavily.
“You think once they see it they won’t want to see more. I bet Steve already wants to see more.”
Throb.
“Oh yeah, you want him to see more, don’t you? Should I flash him my little pussy, baby?”
Big throb.
“Oh yeah, you do. You are so naughty. You really want me to flash your friends my pussy. Give me your hand."
I did as she said. She put one of my fingers to her pussy. She was drenched.
"Do you feel how wet I am baby? Just the thought of flashing them my pussy has gotten me soaking wet."
Throb.
I couldn't take it anymore. I got on top of my dirty talking wife and we screwed for an hour or more.
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Later, I had to ask. "Do you really want me to tell Steve it's ok to show the other guys the photo?"
There was a slight pause.
"Yes. I do."
Pandora’s Box by DarrenZ
Re: Pandora’s Box by DarrenZ
Chapter 2
So the question that was before me was "How does one tell a friend it's ok to show your other friends a photo of your wife flashing her tits?"
It turns out I didn't have to do anything too elaborate.
The guys and I were hanging out one afternoon a few days after she gave me the all clear. In retrospect, I feel like Steve set me up but I don't blame him too much. We had been hanging out drinking some beers and watching a football game. It was halftime and as we were bored Gary suggested we put on something racy since the girls were out.
Steve had a shit-eating grin said, "I've got an idea."
He cast his phone to the television and pulled up a video that was basically 'Girls Gone Wild' and it looked like it was taken at Mardi Gras. I gave him a look and he just kept grinning back at me. Gary and Chris loved it. Gary looked over at me and said, "God, Brad, can you imagine if our wives did this."
"Oh come on guys. I'm not an idiot. You told them, didn't you Steve?"
"Dammit, yes. I couldn't keep it to myself. You know I'm shit at keeping secrets. But I haven't showed them, I swear."
"Really?" I asked, unconvinced.
"Scout's honor. I thought showing them was too far," Steve admitted. He was a horn dog, but he was a loyal one.
Chris was silent through all of this, but Gary spoke up. "So? Are you going to let him show us?"
"Yeah, fine. But, umm, don't make a big deal with Kellie, ok?"
Before I was even done, Steve switched the view on the television to Kellie's picture.
"Oh shit," Gary said, "I love Megan but I have always wanted to see Kellie's tits. God they are perfect!"
"Right?" Steve agreed readily.
Chris was blushing, but he finally spoke up, "Yeah, Brad. She's gorgeous man. She won't be pissed you let us see this?"
I didn't want to let the guys know how them seeing had become a turn on for her. So I held back.
"I mean, she DID do it in public and allowed someone to photograph it."
The guys nodded. Made enough sense they didn't ask more. They were all pretty enraptured by the screen.
"I mean, this was almost five years ago. Are they still this nice?" Steve asked a question I'm sure he'd been thinking since he saw the photo originally.
"They absolutely are. You should…" I started to say but then I stopped myself.
"What?" Gary asked, "We should what, see them for ourselves?"
"Fuck I would kill to see Kellie's tits in person. Sorry if that's a shitty thing to say, but it’s the truth."
"Damn Steve, you wouldn't know what to do with yourself if you saw them in person," Chris jabbed at him.
We all laughed, Steve included. I had to shift in my seat hoping the guys didn't see my hardon.
"So, Brad. You think there would be any chance in hell we'd ever get to see them?" Steve couldn't help himself and had to ask.
"I would say there is a non-zero possibility."
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I relayed what happened to Kellie.
"Oh my god. Now all of your friends have seen my tits. That's so hot."
She practically attacked me. I picked her up and began grinding into her right there on the counter top in our kitchen.
"You are so hard. You love it too, don't you. You want them to see me naked, don't you?"
"Yes,” I replied as I pulled her pants down. She lift up to let me get them off of her ass.
"Oh, yes. I'm imagining their eyes on me. Fuck, they'd probably get hard, wouldn't they?"
"Oh yeah they would."
Her hand was around my hard dick. "How hot would that get you? Knowing your wife got your friend's dicks hard?"
"I suspect they did today when they all saw your photo. Their heads would explode if they saw you in person."
"How in the world could we make that happen? Oh shit, I wouldn't want to piss Megan off."
"Would she be mad?" I asked. Kellie knew her better than I did.
I could see her thinking about it. Finally she said, "Fuck it. It's just a flash. It's not like I'm gonna fuck him."
She felt me twitch in her hand. She looked me dead in the eyes, "You're so dirty, Brad. I'm NOT going to fuck them. But a flash or two. We'll figure something out. Better to ask forgiveness than permission from Megan, I think. But it will have to seem spontaneous, ok?"
"What if I just shared another picture first?" I said. It was weird the pair of us being so logistical as I began to enter her, but it was turning both of us on.
"Oooo, we could stage it so it looked like you got me candidly. Then it would seem like I was necessarily in on it. That's great!" she said enthusiastically as she shifted to take me deeper into her.
"How about a shot of you coming out of the shower?" I offered.
"Ohhh, fuck that's great. You could get tits and ass or even… my pussy!"
"No. Let's get a shot that just shows tits and ass this time. We've got to build up to letting them see your puss, don't you think?" I suggested rubbing a finger on her clit as my dick moved deeper into her.
"But you do want them to see my pussy?"
"Yessss," I groaned. The stimulation of our fucking and imagining them seeing my wife's pussy was intense.
"Oh god, do you have any idea how tempted I'm going to be to flash one of them my pussy next time they're over here?" she asked, fucking me harder.
"You know, flashing one of them is something you could probably get away with."
"You want me to?” she asked timidly.
“Is that what you want?” I asked her, not allowing her to put it solely on me.
“Brad, I want your friends to see me naked. Or a flash of a private part of me. I want to feel their eyes on me. Only my husband should see my privates… but I want to let them see me anyway. In fact it’s hotter that they’d be seeing what they shouldn’t.”
“Do you think they will be happy just to see you? What if one of them wants to touch you?” I asked, continuing to plunge in and out of her.
She shuddered at the very thought.
“Oh god, I might let them. I might… want them to.”
“I want them to want you. It’s so hot to think you might let them have you,” I told her as I stared into her eyes and increased my rhythm.
She looked at me with heavily-lidded eyes, moaning “Oh fuck, yes! I might not want to stop.”
“What if I didn’t mind that. What if I wanted to see that happen?”
“You want them… to have me?” she was staring straight into my eyes. She had to know.
“God that would be so hot,” I admitted.
“To be in me?” she needed to spell it out.
“Fuck, yes. Oh god, it’s so wrong, but I do.”
“You want another man to… fuck your wife? That’s not what a husband should desire. You should want me all to yourself,” she said, unconvincing in her counter argument.
“You’re so fucking hot. They can see it. They can be jealous you come home with me. But they can’t really get it. They can’t really know what they’re missing out if they don’t have a chance to be with you.”
“But if I do that, they’ll have me too. I won’t be just yours. And what makes you think one time would be enough for them? For me?”
“I’d have to share you? All the time?”
“Yeah… if we open Pandora’s Box, I might want to fuck them all of the time.”
I came deep in my wife and she came with me.
——————
“I can’t believe we did that,” Kellie said.
We were in our bed now, still naked and cuddling in the aftermath of our kitchen encounter. She looked up at me.
“That was just dirty talk, right? You don’t really want to see me have sex with anyone else?”
I looked into her eyes. I couldn’t be certain what she wanted from me. Did she want me to pledge that she was mine and mine alone and it was just hot talk? Or did she want me to assure her that I meant what I said and she had permission to do what she wanted to with my enthusiastic support.
This was a pivotal moment in our relationship. I wasn’t some limp-dicked guy who sought out another lover to please his wife because he couldn’t. I was still young and good looking- I got hit on a lot by other women. I workout regularly and had excellent stamina. I had an above average dick and knew how to please my wife. She never went unsatisfied.
But the idea of seeing her fucking another guy, especially a friend of mine, drove me nuts. I don’t think I had ever really considered it before Steve showed me the photo he found of her. I saw the look in his eyes. He wanted what I possessed. And, maybe because he was a good friend, I wanted to share it with him. I wanted to share my wife with him. The idea of them both getting off, both achieving sexual gratification together aroused me instead of repulsed me. She wouldn’t NEED another lover, but the very idea that, as seemed clear by our hot dirt talk, she might actually WANT to have one drove me wild.
I realized all this had been going through my head in actual time, which meant her staring at me as I silently thought these things… and found myself fully hard again.
“Brad?” was all she said, a questioning tone heightened by her realization that my pole was again hard. “Jesus Christ, Bradley. You do, don’t you.”
She only called me by my full first name when she was teasing me.
“Babe, if you truly want to do something with one or more of my friends, then yes. I want you to experience pleasure and the idea of watching that happen would be hot as hell.”
We didn’t speak anymore that evening, we just screwed ourselves silly twice more. The fire had been fully lit.
So the question that was before me was "How does one tell a friend it's ok to show your other friends a photo of your wife flashing her tits?"
It turns out I didn't have to do anything too elaborate.
The guys and I were hanging out one afternoon a few days after she gave me the all clear. In retrospect, I feel like Steve set me up but I don't blame him too much. We had been hanging out drinking some beers and watching a football game. It was halftime and as we were bored Gary suggested we put on something racy since the girls were out.
Steve had a shit-eating grin said, "I've got an idea."
He cast his phone to the television and pulled up a video that was basically 'Girls Gone Wild' and it looked like it was taken at Mardi Gras. I gave him a look and he just kept grinning back at me. Gary and Chris loved it. Gary looked over at me and said, "God, Brad, can you imagine if our wives did this."
"Oh come on guys. I'm not an idiot. You told them, didn't you Steve?"
"Dammit, yes. I couldn't keep it to myself. You know I'm shit at keeping secrets. But I haven't showed them, I swear."
"Really?" I asked, unconvinced.
"Scout's honor. I thought showing them was too far," Steve admitted. He was a horn dog, but he was a loyal one.
Chris was silent through all of this, but Gary spoke up. "So? Are you going to let him show us?"
"Yeah, fine. But, umm, don't make a big deal with Kellie, ok?"
Before I was even done, Steve switched the view on the television to Kellie's picture.
"Oh shit," Gary said, "I love Megan but I have always wanted to see Kellie's tits. God they are perfect!"
"Right?" Steve agreed readily.
Chris was blushing, but he finally spoke up, "Yeah, Brad. She's gorgeous man. She won't be pissed you let us see this?"
I didn't want to let the guys know how them seeing had become a turn on for her. So I held back.
"I mean, she DID do it in public and allowed someone to photograph it."
The guys nodded. Made enough sense they didn't ask more. They were all pretty enraptured by the screen.
"I mean, this was almost five years ago. Are they still this nice?" Steve asked a question I'm sure he'd been thinking since he saw the photo originally.
"They absolutely are. You should…" I started to say but then I stopped myself.
"What?" Gary asked, "We should what, see them for ourselves?"
"Fuck I would kill to see Kellie's tits in person. Sorry if that's a shitty thing to say, but it’s the truth."
"Damn Steve, you wouldn't know what to do with yourself if you saw them in person," Chris jabbed at him.
We all laughed, Steve included. I had to shift in my seat hoping the guys didn't see my hardon.
"So, Brad. You think there would be any chance in hell we'd ever get to see them?" Steve couldn't help himself and had to ask.
"I would say there is a non-zero possibility."
——————
I relayed what happened to Kellie.
"Oh my god. Now all of your friends have seen my tits. That's so hot."
She practically attacked me. I picked her up and began grinding into her right there on the counter top in our kitchen.
"You are so hard. You love it too, don't you. You want them to see me naked, don't you?"
"Yes,” I replied as I pulled her pants down. She lift up to let me get them off of her ass.
"Oh, yes. I'm imagining their eyes on me. Fuck, they'd probably get hard, wouldn't they?"
"Oh yeah they would."
Her hand was around my hard dick. "How hot would that get you? Knowing your wife got your friend's dicks hard?"
"I suspect they did today when they all saw your photo. Their heads would explode if they saw you in person."
"How in the world could we make that happen? Oh shit, I wouldn't want to piss Megan off."
"Would she be mad?" I asked. Kellie knew her better than I did.
I could see her thinking about it. Finally she said, "Fuck it. It's just a flash. It's not like I'm gonna fuck him."
She felt me twitch in her hand. She looked me dead in the eyes, "You're so dirty, Brad. I'm NOT going to fuck them. But a flash or two. We'll figure something out. Better to ask forgiveness than permission from Megan, I think. But it will have to seem spontaneous, ok?"
"What if I just shared another picture first?" I said. It was weird the pair of us being so logistical as I began to enter her, but it was turning both of us on.
"Oooo, we could stage it so it looked like you got me candidly. Then it would seem like I was necessarily in on it. That's great!" she said enthusiastically as she shifted to take me deeper into her.
"How about a shot of you coming out of the shower?" I offered.
"Ohhh, fuck that's great. You could get tits and ass or even… my pussy!"
"No. Let's get a shot that just shows tits and ass this time. We've got to build up to letting them see your puss, don't you think?" I suggested rubbing a finger on her clit as my dick moved deeper into her.
"But you do want them to see my pussy?"
"Yessss," I groaned. The stimulation of our fucking and imagining them seeing my wife's pussy was intense.
"Oh god, do you have any idea how tempted I'm going to be to flash one of them my pussy next time they're over here?" she asked, fucking me harder.
"You know, flashing one of them is something you could probably get away with."
"You want me to?” she asked timidly.
“Is that what you want?” I asked her, not allowing her to put it solely on me.
“Brad, I want your friends to see me naked. Or a flash of a private part of me. I want to feel their eyes on me. Only my husband should see my privates… but I want to let them see me anyway. In fact it’s hotter that they’d be seeing what they shouldn’t.”
“Do you think they will be happy just to see you? What if one of them wants to touch you?” I asked, continuing to plunge in and out of her.
She shuddered at the very thought.
“Oh god, I might let them. I might… want them to.”
“I want them to want you. It’s so hot to think you might let them have you,” I told her as I stared into her eyes and increased my rhythm.
She looked at me with heavily-lidded eyes, moaning “Oh fuck, yes! I might not want to stop.”
“What if I didn’t mind that. What if I wanted to see that happen?”
“You want them… to have me?” she was staring straight into my eyes. She had to know.
“God that would be so hot,” I admitted.
“To be in me?” she needed to spell it out.
“Fuck, yes. Oh god, it’s so wrong, but I do.”
“You want another man to… fuck your wife? That’s not what a husband should desire. You should want me all to yourself,” she said, unconvincing in her counter argument.
“You’re so fucking hot. They can see it. They can be jealous you come home with me. But they can’t really get it. They can’t really know what they’re missing out if they don’t have a chance to be with you.”
“But if I do that, they’ll have me too. I won’t be just yours. And what makes you think one time would be enough for them? For me?”
“I’d have to share you? All the time?”
“Yeah… if we open Pandora’s Box, I might want to fuck them all of the time.”
I came deep in my wife and she came with me.
——————
“I can’t believe we did that,” Kellie said.
We were in our bed now, still naked and cuddling in the aftermath of our kitchen encounter. She looked up at me.
“That was just dirty talk, right? You don’t really want to see me have sex with anyone else?”
I looked into her eyes. I couldn’t be certain what she wanted from me. Did she want me to pledge that she was mine and mine alone and it was just hot talk? Or did she want me to assure her that I meant what I said and she had permission to do what she wanted to with my enthusiastic support.
This was a pivotal moment in our relationship. I wasn’t some limp-dicked guy who sought out another lover to please his wife because he couldn’t. I was still young and good looking- I got hit on a lot by other women. I workout regularly and had excellent stamina. I had an above average dick and knew how to please my wife. She never went unsatisfied.
But the idea of seeing her fucking another guy, especially a friend of mine, drove me nuts. I don’t think I had ever really considered it before Steve showed me the photo he found of her. I saw the look in his eyes. He wanted what I possessed. And, maybe because he was a good friend, I wanted to share it with him. I wanted to share my wife with him. The idea of them both getting off, both achieving sexual gratification together aroused me instead of repulsed me. She wouldn’t NEED another lover, but the very idea that, as seemed clear by our hot dirt talk, she might actually WANT to have one drove me wild.
I realized all this had been going through my head in actual time, which meant her staring at me as I silently thought these things… and found myself fully hard again.
“Brad?” was all she said, a questioning tone heightened by her realization that my pole was again hard. “Jesus Christ, Bradley. You do, don’t you.”
She only called me by my full first name when she was teasing me.
“Babe, if you truly want to do something with one or more of my friends, then yes. I want you to experience pleasure and the idea of watching that happen would be hot as hell.”
We didn’t speak anymore that evening, we just screwed ourselves silly twice more. The fire had been fully lit.
Re: Pandora’s Box by DarrenZ
Damn !
What a good start !!
What a good start !!
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Re: Pandora’s Box by DarrenZ
A really brilliant start! I absolutely love it and can hardly wait for the next parts.
Re: Pandora’s Box by DarrenZ
Terrific start. Your stories never disappoint.
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Re: Pandora’s Box by DarrenZ
Brilliant piece of writing.
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Re: Pandora’s Box by DarrenZ
Amazing story!!!!!
Very nice this Pandora!!! What an expert in opening boxes
Very nice this Pandora!!! What an expert in opening boxes
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Re: Pandora’s Box by DarrenZ
Just enough to get the ol' lady wet. Excellent work. More please, DZ!
Our continuing story: viewtopic.php?f=8&t=61827
Re: Pandora’s Box by DarrenZ
SimpleEnigma wrote: ↑Fri Mar 18, 2022 8:16 pmJust enough to get the ol' lady wet. Excellent work. More please, DZ!
Right on it!Re: Pandora’s Box by DarrenZ
Chapter 3
Kellie and I had finally figured out the pose for the next photo. That is to say that we went through a lot of options before arriving at the final one.
We made it look like I snapped her coming out of the shower as we planned, but getting the right angle was really hard. And making it got us very hot. What it was for, what it showed, what it could lead into. We had never gotten so turned on.
As we were taking the photos, I had the brilliant idea to show it to the guys with her in the house. That really drove her crazy.
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It was game day. Instead of going out, Kellie begged off from accompanying Megan. She'd been dodging her a bit, concerned in case Gary had mentioned anything about the photo. She probably had nothing to worry about him seeing a photo from years ago that Steve found online, but she was worried if anything more happened that it would seem planned. I did suggest that maybe we exclude Gary and she quickly dismissed that idea. Perhaps I was reading something too much into her fast rejection, but I got the idea that Gary was my friend she was most intrigued about.
I guess I need to describe the guys.
Steve was easy. The horndog of the bunch. The guy who rarely had long-term relationships because he just had a high libido. Like most of my friend, he was pretty tall. He was about 5'10" with longish brown hair. He was skinny but still toned. We teased him that he looked a bit like Matthew McConaughey, which of course would lead to him trying (and failing spectacularly) to pull off his "Alright, alright, alright" line. He thought he was nailing it every time and we all would laugh our asses off by how badly he delivered such a simple impression. Steve remained a friend because he never went after the rest of our girls. He might make comments about how good they looked when not in female presence, but we never had a fear of him acting on it. He pretty much swore that he'd never settle down. He's dated a wide variety of girls, the most recent was a stunning black woman named Angie.
Chris was the quiet one. At 5'8" he was not really short, but he was the shortest among us. He was stockier than the rest of us. He didn't look like Dave Batista in the face, but he definitely had his build. When we played rugby, he often was our blocker and he could knock the crap out of our opponents. He could deadlift an incredible amount. He wore his hair cropped short and it was so light it almost looked blonde, especially if he got a lot of sun. As I mentioned before, he didn't date much and when he did it didn't seem to last long. Unlike Steve, he wasn't one to give a ton of intimate details. Above all else, if you needed help with anything, without fail he would be the first to be there.
And there was Gary. Gary was easily the pseudo leader of the group; I was the only one who would occasionally challenge him for that role. We had a friendly competition in life. I think it was a positive thing, driving both of us to excel. I ended up with Kellie, he quickly started dating Megan. He got a job in finance, I got a job as a general contractor. I know those two jobs don't sound too similar, but believe it or not because of how low on the totem pole he had to start we were both making very similar money until very recently. He was the tallest of the group at about 6'4". He had a shock of dark, almost black hair that he wore pretty well tended due to his job. He was pretty thick- nowhere near as stocky as Chris, but his height made him seem more proportional. He was good looking and never had a struggle getting girls.
So on this particular day, with Kellie home she had played the hostess, making sure the guys were well taken care of with drinks and snacks before heading upstairs to do some household projects she had been holding off on getting done. At least, that was her excuse to Megan.
The game had been going for a bit so I knew the current commercial break would be a longer one.
I turned down the volume as we often did during obnoxious commercials and waved the guys in conspiratorially.
"Ok. I so shouldn't be telling you with Kellie in the house, but I got a picture of her you're going to want to see. But you've got to keep it down."
The guys were wide-eyed and practically salivating. Knowing they were so eager to see my wife exposed was really hot. They'd certainly seen her in a bikini before or even in slightly revealing bedwear on some late nights at the house and I'd seen them checking her out, but knowing I was revealing her naked body was stimulating to say the least.
I connected to my TV to cast my phone to it and up came the picture of Kellie. The shot was one where she was stepping out over our tub and reaching for a towel. This put her in a position where her tits hung slightly, her ass was in view as she was stepping out with her right leg. That step out also teased a hint of her pussy, which was something Kellie really wanted to give them. She was looking over her shoulder towards me with the camera and she gave a very convincing surprised face to the camera, as if I had gotten her unexpectedly.
The guys moaned in unison, more loudly than they intended as the chorus of all three of them made the volume more significant. They quickly stopped making a noise as they released they might have alerted Kellie. As we had planned, she was near the top of the steps (I had texted her a warning when I was about to do it but later found out she was standing nearby practically the whole time). She came down the steps with a basket of clothes in her hands. She had changed into workout clothes- a pair of tight yoga pants and a sports bra.
I reacted quickly to get her picture off the screen as if I was worried she'd see it. The way our house was, she was approaching from behind the screen, so she couldn't see what was on it, so more than a moment the image was still on the screen as she stopped to talk to us.
"What happened?" she asked innocently.
"Oh, the quarterback missed an easy pass," Steve said quickly.
She looked at the screen and I had successfully gotten it back to the channel with a commercial still on.
"They, um, they went to commercial pretty quickly after the play broke up," I added.
Kellie shrugged as if it was no big deal, "So babe, I got done some of the things I wanted to but I'm going to take a break and get in a little cardio if I won't disturb you boys."
She said this as our machines were in a sunroom just off the living room where we were watching the game. This wasn't something we'd discussed before but I figured out her angle. She'd be working out in tight clothing just a few feet from us just after they had seen the picture of her nude.
"Oh, sure. That's fine. Right guys?" I asked them.
Like a group of school boys, they answered in near unison, "Sure thing!" "Ok!" "No problem!"
She put the basket in our laundry room nearby and then grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge and walked into the sunroom. The game was back on and the volume back up by this time. She positioned herself so she was facing away from us and she put her earbuds in. She began doing some stretching which immediately had her bent over with her ass facing us. The game was pretty much forgotten at this point as I could see all eyes were on Kellie. I snickered at this, but didn't call anyone out for doing it. Gary looked at me and I just gave him a grin and a shrug. He mouthed "Dude!" to me. I replied with a silent laugh.
Kellie did an excellent job pretending not to notice us staring, between positioning it so she would be looking away or even having her eyes closed like she was into her music and stretches. After the lengthy stretching, she got on our elliptical which was facing away from us. She went at it pretty hard and had her ass and thighs flexing. Her boobs were held in tight by her sports bra, which I'm sure the guys wished wasn't the case.
After a good half hour, she began to cool down and slow her pace. She had been the center of attention for that whole time, so when she came over to us after she was done we were unable to answer her what the current score of the game was. She shrugged it off to the guys, but I saw a smirk from her.
She downed some water and went back upstairs. Gary went to get up and I told him, "Hey, I think the toilet down here isn't working for some reason. You mind using the one upstairs?"
This was planned in advance by us, with the hope there would be an opportunity for her to flash one of the guys. The timing was perfect because she could strip out of her workout clothes at any point after the workout, but it seemed really logical now. The one issue might be that it was Gary and that might concern her. I banged off a quick text to her:
ME: Gary on the way
I didn't expect an answer as I figured she'd be getting into position or decide not to do it.
It was at least 10 tense minutes as I pretended to be watching the game. Then I got a text.
KELLIE: OMG! I did it!
ME: Did what?
KELLIE: He saw me- Full Monty
ME: Everything?
KELLIE: EVERYTHING. I had my bottoms off already and had it where I was taking off my sports bra as he came by. Stopped him dead in his tracks.
ME: AND???
KELLIE: I smiled at him and said "take a picture it will last longer" and laughed
ME: You didn't?!
KELLIE: I did
KELLIE: Then he said "oh sorry Kellie" and went on into the bathroom
ME: He's probably jerking off right now
KELLIE: Oh god that's hot
KELLIE: Should I go offer to help him?
ME: *big eyes emoji* You wouldn't, would you?
KELLIE: Tempting, but no
KELLIE: Might be a little aggressive with Gary
KELLIE: Now if it was Steve or Chris…
By this time, Steve had noticed I was texting away. "Who are you texting with, Brad?"
I nearly dropped my phone as I was startled. Of course if he saw that latest text it would have been nuts. There was no way he could from the position I was in, but if I had dropped it the phone would have ended up at his feet.
"Oh, it's my buddy from work who is a Cincinnati fan. We're giving each other crap about the game."
Steve accepted my lie and took a swig of his beer.
ME: What are you doing now?
If you had told me what her response would have been before I got it, I'd have told you that you were nuts. No way would Kellie do that. But apparently, I'd have been dead wrong.
KELLIE: [close up picture of two of her fingers in her pussy, thumb on her clit]
Holy shit, I thought, was she doing that with the door still open?!?
ME: Is the door still open?
I got no answer from her immediately, but Gary coming downstairs answered that question. He looked red faced, probably confirming that either he did just beat off (or it was an aggressive dump).
It was several minutes later that Kellie answered me finally.
KELLIE: No, I had closed it after he went into the bathroom
KELLIE: But, damn… now I wish I had left it open *wink emoji*
KELLIE: I do have something else to confess
ME: What's that?
KELLIE: I checked out his package as I went to close the door
ME: Oh?
KELLIE: Brad, is Gary big?
ME: What do you mean?
KELLIE: *eggplant emoji*
ME: Oh Fuck! Um, maybe?
ME: I don't really pay too much attention
ME: Yeah, I guess so
KELLIE: Well, it looked big
KELLIE: And it would explain some comments Megan has made
ME: Let's finish this conversation later
ME: The guys are noticing I'm texting a lot
KELLIE: *laughing emoji* OK. You could always send another one up
KELLIE: I'm ready for more
I had to stop texting and took a big swallow of beer. I saw Gary giving me a side eye. I could tell he was feeling guilty, which in turn made me feel guilty. We were kind of using them in our game. I mean, I'm sure they didn't mind too much as they were getting to see Kellie nude multiple times now.
The game ended and the guys. Kellie must have heard them gathering to go because she popped out to see them off, back in her original outfit for the day. I saw her give Gary a wink as he left. The poor guy nearly walked into our doorframe.
As soon as the last of them had pulled away we were all over each other.
"You're so fucking hot, babe," I said as I was pulling her clothes off.
"Oh my god, I feel hot. Did they freak when I came down and you were still looking at the photo?"
I had to laugh, "Yeah. They were like a bad comedy movie where someone says 'act normal' and the actors look completely not normal."
Kellie was laughing with me, "Steve suddenly became really interested in one of my throw pillows, hahaha."
I got more serious, "So Gary really saw you fully naked?"
"Yes," she said lustily. "I swear to god it was just that he is married Megan that kept from pulling him in our room. Jesus, all this has gotten me so slutty. I'm sorry Brad. Is that too far?"
I looked her in the eyes. I loved her unconditionally. I loved how hot she was. I was very much enjoying her teasing my friends. I was so turned on by how turned on they were getting over her. This was definitely a precipice. If we went to a point where she was letting them touch her, it would be very hard to pull back. It was her body- she certainly could say stop at any point and each one of those guys would respect it. But would she want to stop? Would I? At no point in this so far had I ever felt that I might risk losing her. That was one of the things that kept me going.
"Babe, I love how hot you are. I love the idea of unlocking something inside of you. A deep sluttiness. They're my friends. We've been friends for almost a decade. I trust them to not hurt you, to protect you. If you really want to do more with them, whatever it is, I will absolutely support you. Fuck, I'll be getting off on it."
"Oh my god… the idea of having 4 guys doing me… ugh, so damn hot."
"You know, we've got our annual Spring boat camping trip coming up."
"Oh wow, yeah. In about a month, right?" she asked, with a big smile on her face.
"Yeah. I love the way they look at you in your bikinis. Now, with them knowing what you look like naked… mmmm."
"Plenty of opportunities to flash them… or more."
I put my hardened dick to her slit, which was absolutely drenched. After teasing it up and down I pushed forward causing her to moan.
"You want me to fuck your friends, don't you Bradley?" she whispered in my ear.
My dick twitched and I pushed deeper into her, "Ooooohhh."
"I want to fuck your friends. I want to try each of them, see what each one can give me."
I continued pumping into her, my rhythm increasing as I moaned.
"Do you think I can handle all that dick, Bradley? You're not afraid they'll wear me out and I won't have anything left for you?"
"Oh, god," I was getting close and her dirty talk was driving me crazy with lust for my slutty wife.
"Of course, I'll always have something left for you. But that won't stop me from trying to get them to fuck me out. Will you still want my cunt when they've worn it out?"
That was it. I blew my load into her which set her off. I was loving this new, slutty version of my wife.
Kellie and I had finally figured out the pose for the next photo. That is to say that we went through a lot of options before arriving at the final one.
We made it look like I snapped her coming out of the shower as we planned, but getting the right angle was really hard. And making it got us very hot. What it was for, what it showed, what it could lead into. We had never gotten so turned on.
As we were taking the photos, I had the brilliant idea to show it to the guys with her in the house. That really drove her crazy.
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It was game day. Instead of going out, Kellie begged off from accompanying Megan. She'd been dodging her a bit, concerned in case Gary had mentioned anything about the photo. She probably had nothing to worry about him seeing a photo from years ago that Steve found online, but she was worried if anything more happened that it would seem planned. I did suggest that maybe we exclude Gary and she quickly dismissed that idea. Perhaps I was reading something too much into her fast rejection, but I got the idea that Gary was my friend she was most intrigued about.
I guess I need to describe the guys.
Steve was easy. The horndog of the bunch. The guy who rarely had long-term relationships because he just had a high libido. Like most of my friend, he was pretty tall. He was about 5'10" with longish brown hair. He was skinny but still toned. We teased him that he looked a bit like Matthew McConaughey, which of course would lead to him trying (and failing spectacularly) to pull off his "Alright, alright, alright" line. He thought he was nailing it every time and we all would laugh our asses off by how badly he delivered such a simple impression. Steve remained a friend because he never went after the rest of our girls. He might make comments about how good they looked when not in female presence, but we never had a fear of him acting on it. He pretty much swore that he'd never settle down. He's dated a wide variety of girls, the most recent was a stunning black woman named Angie.
Chris was the quiet one. At 5'8" he was not really short, but he was the shortest among us. He was stockier than the rest of us. He didn't look like Dave Batista in the face, but he definitely had his build. When we played rugby, he often was our blocker and he could knock the crap out of our opponents. He could deadlift an incredible amount. He wore his hair cropped short and it was so light it almost looked blonde, especially if he got a lot of sun. As I mentioned before, he didn't date much and when he did it didn't seem to last long. Unlike Steve, he wasn't one to give a ton of intimate details. Above all else, if you needed help with anything, without fail he would be the first to be there.
And there was Gary. Gary was easily the pseudo leader of the group; I was the only one who would occasionally challenge him for that role. We had a friendly competition in life. I think it was a positive thing, driving both of us to excel. I ended up with Kellie, he quickly started dating Megan. He got a job in finance, I got a job as a general contractor. I know those two jobs don't sound too similar, but believe it or not because of how low on the totem pole he had to start we were both making very similar money until very recently. He was the tallest of the group at about 6'4". He had a shock of dark, almost black hair that he wore pretty well tended due to his job. He was pretty thick- nowhere near as stocky as Chris, but his height made him seem more proportional. He was good looking and never had a struggle getting girls.
So on this particular day, with Kellie home she had played the hostess, making sure the guys were well taken care of with drinks and snacks before heading upstairs to do some household projects she had been holding off on getting done. At least, that was her excuse to Megan.
The game had been going for a bit so I knew the current commercial break would be a longer one.
I turned down the volume as we often did during obnoxious commercials and waved the guys in conspiratorially.
"Ok. I so shouldn't be telling you with Kellie in the house, but I got a picture of her you're going to want to see. But you've got to keep it down."
The guys were wide-eyed and practically salivating. Knowing they were so eager to see my wife exposed was really hot. They'd certainly seen her in a bikini before or even in slightly revealing bedwear on some late nights at the house and I'd seen them checking her out, but knowing I was revealing her naked body was stimulating to say the least.
I connected to my TV to cast my phone to it and up came the picture of Kellie. The shot was one where she was stepping out over our tub and reaching for a towel. This put her in a position where her tits hung slightly, her ass was in view as she was stepping out with her right leg. That step out also teased a hint of her pussy, which was something Kellie really wanted to give them. She was looking over her shoulder towards me with the camera and she gave a very convincing surprised face to the camera, as if I had gotten her unexpectedly.
The guys moaned in unison, more loudly than they intended as the chorus of all three of them made the volume more significant. They quickly stopped making a noise as they released they might have alerted Kellie. As we had planned, she was near the top of the steps (I had texted her a warning when I was about to do it but later found out she was standing nearby practically the whole time). She came down the steps with a basket of clothes in her hands. She had changed into workout clothes- a pair of tight yoga pants and a sports bra.
I reacted quickly to get her picture off the screen as if I was worried she'd see it. The way our house was, she was approaching from behind the screen, so she couldn't see what was on it, so more than a moment the image was still on the screen as she stopped to talk to us.
"What happened?" she asked innocently.
"Oh, the quarterback missed an easy pass," Steve said quickly.
She looked at the screen and I had successfully gotten it back to the channel with a commercial still on.
"They, um, they went to commercial pretty quickly after the play broke up," I added.
Kellie shrugged as if it was no big deal, "So babe, I got done some of the things I wanted to but I'm going to take a break and get in a little cardio if I won't disturb you boys."
She said this as our machines were in a sunroom just off the living room where we were watching the game. This wasn't something we'd discussed before but I figured out her angle. She'd be working out in tight clothing just a few feet from us just after they had seen the picture of her nude.
"Oh, sure. That's fine. Right guys?" I asked them.
Like a group of school boys, they answered in near unison, "Sure thing!" "Ok!" "No problem!"
She put the basket in our laundry room nearby and then grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge and walked into the sunroom. The game was back on and the volume back up by this time. She positioned herself so she was facing away from us and she put her earbuds in. She began doing some stretching which immediately had her bent over with her ass facing us. The game was pretty much forgotten at this point as I could see all eyes were on Kellie. I snickered at this, but didn't call anyone out for doing it. Gary looked at me and I just gave him a grin and a shrug. He mouthed "Dude!" to me. I replied with a silent laugh.
Kellie did an excellent job pretending not to notice us staring, between positioning it so she would be looking away or even having her eyes closed like she was into her music and stretches. After the lengthy stretching, she got on our elliptical which was facing away from us. She went at it pretty hard and had her ass and thighs flexing. Her boobs were held in tight by her sports bra, which I'm sure the guys wished wasn't the case.
After a good half hour, she began to cool down and slow her pace. She had been the center of attention for that whole time, so when she came over to us after she was done we were unable to answer her what the current score of the game was. She shrugged it off to the guys, but I saw a smirk from her.
She downed some water and went back upstairs. Gary went to get up and I told him, "Hey, I think the toilet down here isn't working for some reason. You mind using the one upstairs?"
This was planned in advance by us, with the hope there would be an opportunity for her to flash one of the guys. The timing was perfect because she could strip out of her workout clothes at any point after the workout, but it seemed really logical now. The one issue might be that it was Gary and that might concern her. I banged off a quick text to her:
ME: Gary on the way
I didn't expect an answer as I figured she'd be getting into position or decide not to do it.
It was at least 10 tense minutes as I pretended to be watching the game. Then I got a text.
KELLIE: OMG! I did it!
ME: Did what?
KELLIE: He saw me- Full Monty
ME: Everything?
KELLIE: EVERYTHING. I had my bottoms off already and had it where I was taking off my sports bra as he came by. Stopped him dead in his tracks.
ME: AND???
KELLIE: I smiled at him and said "take a picture it will last longer" and laughed
ME: You didn't?!
KELLIE: I did
KELLIE: Then he said "oh sorry Kellie" and went on into the bathroom
ME: He's probably jerking off right now
KELLIE: Oh god that's hot
KELLIE: Should I go offer to help him?
ME: *big eyes emoji* You wouldn't, would you?
KELLIE: Tempting, but no
KELLIE: Might be a little aggressive with Gary
KELLIE: Now if it was Steve or Chris…
By this time, Steve had noticed I was texting away. "Who are you texting with, Brad?"
I nearly dropped my phone as I was startled. Of course if he saw that latest text it would have been nuts. There was no way he could from the position I was in, but if I had dropped it the phone would have ended up at his feet.
"Oh, it's my buddy from work who is a Cincinnati fan. We're giving each other crap about the game."
Steve accepted my lie and took a swig of his beer.
ME: What are you doing now?
If you had told me what her response would have been before I got it, I'd have told you that you were nuts. No way would Kellie do that. But apparently, I'd have been dead wrong.
KELLIE: [close up picture of two of her fingers in her pussy, thumb on her clit]
Holy shit, I thought, was she doing that with the door still open?!?
ME: Is the door still open?
I got no answer from her immediately, but Gary coming downstairs answered that question. He looked red faced, probably confirming that either he did just beat off (or it was an aggressive dump).
It was several minutes later that Kellie answered me finally.
KELLIE: No, I had closed it after he went into the bathroom
KELLIE: But, damn… now I wish I had left it open *wink emoji*
KELLIE: I do have something else to confess
ME: What's that?
KELLIE: I checked out his package as I went to close the door
ME: Oh?
KELLIE: Brad, is Gary big?
ME: What do you mean?
KELLIE: *eggplant emoji*
ME: Oh Fuck! Um, maybe?
ME: I don't really pay too much attention
ME: Yeah, I guess so
KELLIE: Well, it looked big
KELLIE: And it would explain some comments Megan has made
ME: Let's finish this conversation later
ME: The guys are noticing I'm texting a lot
KELLIE: *laughing emoji* OK. You could always send another one up
KELLIE: I'm ready for more
I had to stop texting and took a big swallow of beer. I saw Gary giving me a side eye. I could tell he was feeling guilty, which in turn made me feel guilty. We were kind of using them in our game. I mean, I'm sure they didn't mind too much as they were getting to see Kellie nude multiple times now.
The game ended and the guys. Kellie must have heard them gathering to go because she popped out to see them off, back in her original outfit for the day. I saw her give Gary a wink as he left. The poor guy nearly walked into our doorframe.
As soon as the last of them had pulled away we were all over each other.
"You're so fucking hot, babe," I said as I was pulling her clothes off.
"Oh my god, I feel hot. Did they freak when I came down and you were still looking at the photo?"
I had to laugh, "Yeah. They were like a bad comedy movie where someone says 'act normal' and the actors look completely not normal."
Kellie was laughing with me, "Steve suddenly became really interested in one of my throw pillows, hahaha."
I got more serious, "So Gary really saw you fully naked?"
"Yes," she said lustily. "I swear to god it was just that he is married Megan that kept from pulling him in our room. Jesus, all this has gotten me so slutty. I'm sorry Brad. Is that too far?"
I looked her in the eyes. I loved her unconditionally. I loved how hot she was. I was very much enjoying her teasing my friends. I was so turned on by how turned on they were getting over her. This was definitely a precipice. If we went to a point where she was letting them touch her, it would be very hard to pull back. It was her body- she certainly could say stop at any point and each one of those guys would respect it. But would she want to stop? Would I? At no point in this so far had I ever felt that I might risk losing her. That was one of the things that kept me going.
"Babe, I love how hot you are. I love the idea of unlocking something inside of you. A deep sluttiness. They're my friends. We've been friends for almost a decade. I trust them to not hurt you, to protect you. If you really want to do more with them, whatever it is, I will absolutely support you. Fuck, I'll be getting off on it."
"Oh my god… the idea of having 4 guys doing me… ugh, so damn hot."
"You know, we've got our annual Spring boat camping trip coming up."
"Oh wow, yeah. In about a month, right?" she asked, with a big smile on her face.
"Yeah. I love the way they look at you in your bikinis. Now, with them knowing what you look like naked… mmmm."
"Plenty of opportunities to flash them… or more."
I put my hardened dick to her slit, which was absolutely drenched. After teasing it up and down I pushed forward causing her to moan.
"You want me to fuck your friends, don't you Bradley?" she whispered in my ear.
My dick twitched and I pushed deeper into her, "Ooooohhh."
"I want to fuck your friends. I want to try each of them, see what each one can give me."
I continued pumping into her, my rhythm increasing as I moaned.
"Do you think I can handle all that dick, Bradley? You're not afraid they'll wear me out and I won't have anything left for you?"
"Oh, god," I was getting close and her dirty talk was driving me crazy with lust for my slutty wife.
"Of course, I'll always have something left for you. But that won't stop me from trying to get them to fuck me out. Will you still want my cunt when they've worn it out?"
That was it. I blew my load into her which set her off. I was loving this new, slutty version of my wife.
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Re: Pandora’s Box by DarrenZ
Great story. I hope you continue it
Re: Pandora’s Box by DarrenZ
Chapter 4
It was the day we were to set out on our annual boat camping trip and we got bad news. Megan, Gary’s wife, would not be joining us. That would make Kellie the only woman going and I was concerned she’d back out with that being the case.
Our boat camping trip consisted of us taking what used to be Gary’s dad’s boat to Knoxville Tennessee and putting it in for a long journey down the Tennessee River to Paducah Kentucky spending the days fishing, drinking and just having a good time. Then at night, we’d anchor offshore This year is the first year that the boat was officially Gary’s as he bought it from his dad.
Two years ago was the first year we brought the girls along after Steve and Chris agreed. Gary and I joked they only agreed because it would allow them to ogle our wives which they denied vehemently.
"You ok with Megan not going on the trip?" I asked, hoping she understood what I meant. We'd talked about this trip specifically being a time to expand her flashing. I guess we'd always thought she'd either have to hide it from Megan or just talk with her about it.
"Yeah. You know why she's not coming, right?"
"No. Did she say something to you?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said with a grin on her face. "Brad, she's pregnant. Gary knocked her up. She's been having terrible morning sickness and couldn't fathom having to deal with it on the boat for that long. No one else knows yet."
"Oh, wow. Good for them!" I said. I was happy for them, but I had two admittedly shitty thoughts. The first was a fear Megan's pregnancy would push Kellie to want to have a baby herself. It's not that I don't want kids, but I just didn't want to have one now. The second thought was concern that Megan's status would put Kellie's recent playfulness with my friends, especially Gary.
Kellie read beyond my words. She knows me well. "Don't worry, champ. I'm not ready for a baby either."
I literally breathed a sigh of relief and Kellie laughed at me and punched my arm.
"What about… 'show and tell'?" I asked her using the pet name we had for our adventures since the Mardi Gras photo was discovered.
"No worries there either. She and I talked. She knew about it. I apologized to her and she laughed. She said Gary had to admit to her why he came home so revved up the night I flashed him. Did you know all the guys have the Mardi Gras photo now? Gary showed it to her. To be honest, I think it's hot as shit that she's seen it."
My head instantly went to a lesbian scene between Kellie and Megan. And then it was with them together and Megan with a pregnant belly. "Fuck yeah."
She gave me a sideways glance as she was zipping up her backpack. "Dirty boy. I can imagine what you're thinking. And yes, that thought has been in my head too."
The photo reveal has opened us up to talk about sex in a way we never really did before. We openly discussed past lovers (which frequently led to hot sex between us). Jealousy was felt, but we embraced it rather than tried to ignore it and let it hurt us. Among these discussions was an admission that Kellie once got drunk and fooled around with a sorority sister of hers but that she and the other girl were both too embarrassed to do anything more or even talk about it.
"But there is something more she told me. Are you ready for this, babe?" she asked, very much winding me up.
"Ok…"
"Gary has a 'hall pass'… to be with me."
"What!?!?"
"Yeah. It gets even crazier… He's had it since we met," she told me with such relish.
I was completely blown away by this news. This means that Gary had told Megan years ago that he desired to sleep with Kellie and she had permitted him to do so.
"Wow. Well, that certainly puts this trip in a new light, doesn't it?" I said. If Gary had the all-clear and has had it for years, and the other guys were single, that meant she could actually sleep with any or all of them.
"Yeah, it does. Brad, I know we've done a lot of talking and gotten off thinking things. Fantasizing what could be. Remember when I said going down a certain path would be like opening Pandora's box? This is potentially a moment where that box could be closed and only a few of the bad things have gotten out. How far do you want to take things on this trip or otherwise?"
Kellie is not one prone to hyperbole. If something were to happen on this trip, things would change for us. I still cannot explain why I was so interested in Kellie sleeping with my friends. And this was far from the only time we've talked about it. We've both admitted freely that we were turned on by the idea. We'd had a whole month since the last photo and Kellie flashing Gary where there really wasn't much of an opportunity to play as everyone was super busy prepping for this trip.
I looked Kellie straight in the eyes. I loved this woman so much. A part of me wanted to lock her in the house and never let another man near her. But that part was repeatedly taken out back and beat down hard by the increasingly bigger part of me that wanted her to be free. To watch her fuck another man.
"Babe, if you want to sleep with any or all of them I want you to. I'm in whether this ends up being a one-time experiment or something we want more of. I never want to lose you and I know, I know, this is something that could easily risk but I don't want to not do it because I'm scared of losing you. Especially as it's something we both want to at least try."
Kellie worked hard to suppress a smile. "Oh Bradley, I so fucking love you. I swear to you I will never leave you. You allowing me to do this is, like, the greatest gift ever. I get to fuck some cute guys and then come home to be in bed with my favorite person in the world? I have hit the damn jackpot. Should there be any rules?"
"Rules? Like what?"
"Well, do I need to make them wear protection?"
"Oh, right. Ummm, I don't know. You're on the pill, so pregnancy is not a concern. So I guess the issue would be STIs, right? I mean, Gary's been with just Megan for years and Chris may have gone some time without being with someone. Doesn't mean either is fully safe, but good chance. Steve might be the one to be concerned about, but I know he covers up on his dates. I trust the guys, to be honest with us, so I guess it's up to you."
"Oh fuck. Are you telling me you'd be ok with them taking me bare and maybe cumming in me?"
I blushed suddenly. I didn't know what the right answer was here.
"Couldn't they pull out?" I spurted out not really thinking.
"Yes. I could ask them to. Is that what you would want?”
“Honestly? No…”
“You want them to cum inside your wife? Inside my little cunny?”
Holy shit that thought blew me away. “Yeah,” was all I could get out.
At this point, she was already really close to me but she moved even closer, pressing her body to mine and grabbing my dick through my pants and squeezing it. She leaned in and breathed lightly in my ear.
“The idea of your friends cumming inside me is so fucking hot. You wouldn’t just be letting them have sex with me, you know that right. It’s like you’d be letting them own me for a bit. Is that what you want? For your friends to own your wife’s pussy?” she asked me softly.
Kellie had somehow figured out what it was all about even when I was still struggling to define what I wanted. I did want them to own my wife. For a few moments anyway.
I nodded to her, “You’re right. That’s what I want.”
She backed away a bit looking at me with wide eyes, perhaps shocked that I admitted that. “Really?”
“Yes.”
She jumped into my arms and kissed me passionately. “You’re a crazy perv and I love it! Ok, next question: do you need to be there every time I fuck one of them?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, what if something happens spontaneously and you aren’t around or what if, especially, for the first time, the guys don’t feel comfortable with you watching?”
I hadn’t considered this. It made sense to plan for the possibility.
“How about this, I will always want to be there to see it, but if that’s a hindrance it’s ok to do it without me. Obviously, I would need you to be honest about it happening and I wish there was a way for me to see it without being present.”
“Oh wow. I just had an idea to address that. And it’s so dirty. What if I take at least one photo with my phone every time I do it? I’m sure the guys wouldn’t mind if I keep their face out of it and share it with them. Like a trophy for every fuck. There might be a time where it’s not feasible, but I try if I can.”
“That would be amazing.”
“Can you imagine THAT photo album?” Kellie said laughing. “Ok, so they can cum in me if they’re clean. They can fuck me even if you’re not there, but I’ll get a photo for each fuck. Anything else? What about things you don’t want me to do with them?”
I stared blankly at her. “What do you mean?”
“Bradley, baby I love you but sometimes you lack some imagination. What if they want to fuck my ass? What if they want to cum all over my face and tits? What if they want to tie me up? What if they want to do me all at once?”
“Fuck, really?”
“Hon, they’re guys. You think the guys might have their own kinks or things they might want to try with your slutty wife?”
“Umm, I think it has to be what you’re comfortable with. I wouldn’t want them to hurt you.”
“What if I didn’t mind being hurt a little?”
“Are you serious?”
“I don’t know. I’m trying to let myself go. Who knows what I might be willing to at least try? I’ve been spanked pretty well before.”
“This is not something you’d mentioned before.”
Kellie laughed at my sudden surprise at learning she was into a little S&M.
“It was one time. To be honest, it was pretty hot. But, and I’m serious about this, it’s not something I would want from you. Is that weird to say?”
“Ok… I think I get that. I’m your safe space?”
“You’ve got it, mister. I’m not saying I just want vanilla sex with you, but I would never want us to go there. I know that's a bit fucked up, but I’m trying to be completely honest with you.”
“Thank you for that. I don’t think I could go for this if that wasn’t the case, no matter how much I might desire to see it.”
Kellie nodded. “Same. We can’t keep anything from each other over this. Ok, one last thing. Once something starts, only I can end it. I mean at the moment. No matter how intense it is, no matter how bothered by it you might be, you have to let me finish it. We can talk afterward about not continuing or taking a break. But once it starts, I’m in control. This is a make it or break it thing.”
Maybe I was taking the whole thing lighter than she was for her to have considered this before, but I didn’t see this as a problem. Could I control myself if I thought it was getting out of hand or I was concerned for her safety? It helped tremendously that we were talking about just my three friends I had known for years. Had she ever considered being with someone other than them? It didn’t matter- because what we were talking about was about them, I saw no reason to have a problem with this rule.
“Ok, yeah. I will trust you to do what you need to and see it to the end. I get that it wouldn’t be fair for me to let you start something and then chicken out. I agree.”
Relief swept over her face. I think she was concerned I wouldn’t like that rule.
“Holy shit, we’re actually going to do this?” She asked, obviously full of Adrenalin.
“Yeah. How are you going to start things up?”
“It’s not like I’m going to hop in the van naked,” she laughed. Gary was picking us up in a van he used to take us to the starting point. He’d hired someone to transport it to our endpoint to have it waiting at the endpoint.
I laughed too, imagining that in my head.
“I’ve got the basics of a plan to kick things off, but don’t you think it will be hotter if I don’t tell you my plan?”
I saw her point. “Ok, yeah, that makes sense.”
“I know you’re hard but I’m not going to get you off. I want you going out of your mind with lust for me as we kick things off. In fact, I think it would be hot if you can’t get off until I’ve gotten all three of them off first.”
“Ummm, wow. Ok. Jesus. I hope your plan doesn’t take more than a day.”
Kellie just laughed again. I was serious.
It was the day we were to set out on our annual boat camping trip and we got bad news. Megan, Gary’s wife, would not be joining us. That would make Kellie the only woman going and I was concerned she’d back out with that being the case.
Our boat camping trip consisted of us taking what used to be Gary’s dad’s boat to Knoxville Tennessee and putting it in for a long journey down the Tennessee River to Paducah Kentucky spending the days fishing, drinking and just having a good time. Then at night, we’d anchor offshore This year is the first year that the boat was officially Gary’s as he bought it from his dad.
Two years ago was the first year we brought the girls along after Steve and Chris agreed. Gary and I joked they only agreed because it would allow them to ogle our wives which they denied vehemently.
"You ok with Megan not going on the trip?" I asked, hoping she understood what I meant. We'd talked about this trip specifically being a time to expand her flashing. I guess we'd always thought she'd either have to hide it from Megan or just talk with her about it.
"Yeah. You know why she's not coming, right?"
"No. Did she say something to you?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said with a grin on her face. "Brad, she's pregnant. Gary knocked her up. She's been having terrible morning sickness and couldn't fathom having to deal with it on the boat for that long. No one else knows yet."
"Oh, wow. Good for them!" I said. I was happy for them, but I had two admittedly shitty thoughts. The first was a fear Megan's pregnancy would push Kellie to want to have a baby herself. It's not that I don't want kids, but I just didn't want to have one now. The second thought was concern that Megan's status would put Kellie's recent playfulness with my friends, especially Gary.
Kellie read beyond my words. She knows me well. "Don't worry, champ. I'm not ready for a baby either."
I literally breathed a sigh of relief and Kellie laughed at me and punched my arm.
"What about… 'show and tell'?" I asked her using the pet name we had for our adventures since the Mardi Gras photo was discovered.
"No worries there either. She and I talked. She knew about it. I apologized to her and she laughed. She said Gary had to admit to her why he came home so revved up the night I flashed him. Did you know all the guys have the Mardi Gras photo now? Gary showed it to her. To be honest, I think it's hot as shit that she's seen it."
My head instantly went to a lesbian scene between Kellie and Megan. And then it was with them together and Megan with a pregnant belly. "Fuck yeah."
She gave me a sideways glance as she was zipping up her backpack. "Dirty boy. I can imagine what you're thinking. And yes, that thought has been in my head too."
The photo reveal has opened us up to talk about sex in a way we never really did before. We openly discussed past lovers (which frequently led to hot sex between us). Jealousy was felt, but we embraced it rather than tried to ignore it and let it hurt us. Among these discussions was an admission that Kellie once got drunk and fooled around with a sorority sister of hers but that she and the other girl were both too embarrassed to do anything more or even talk about it.
"But there is something more she told me. Are you ready for this, babe?" she asked, very much winding me up.
"Ok…"
"Gary has a 'hall pass'… to be with me."
"What!?!?"
"Yeah. It gets even crazier… He's had it since we met," she told me with such relish.
I was completely blown away by this news. This means that Gary had told Megan years ago that he desired to sleep with Kellie and she had permitted him to do so.
"Wow. Well, that certainly puts this trip in a new light, doesn't it?" I said. If Gary had the all-clear and has had it for years, and the other guys were single, that meant she could actually sleep with any or all of them.
"Yeah, it does. Brad, I know we've done a lot of talking and gotten off thinking things. Fantasizing what could be. Remember when I said going down a certain path would be like opening Pandora's box? This is potentially a moment where that box could be closed and only a few of the bad things have gotten out. How far do you want to take things on this trip or otherwise?"
Kellie is not one prone to hyperbole. If something were to happen on this trip, things would change for us. I still cannot explain why I was so interested in Kellie sleeping with my friends. And this was far from the only time we've talked about it. We've both admitted freely that we were turned on by the idea. We'd had a whole month since the last photo and Kellie flashing Gary where there really wasn't much of an opportunity to play as everyone was super busy prepping for this trip.
I looked Kellie straight in the eyes. I loved this woman so much. A part of me wanted to lock her in the house and never let another man near her. But that part was repeatedly taken out back and beat down hard by the increasingly bigger part of me that wanted her to be free. To watch her fuck another man.
"Babe, if you want to sleep with any or all of them I want you to. I'm in whether this ends up being a one-time experiment or something we want more of. I never want to lose you and I know, I know, this is something that could easily risk but I don't want to not do it because I'm scared of losing you. Especially as it's something we both want to at least try."
Kellie worked hard to suppress a smile. "Oh Bradley, I so fucking love you. I swear to you I will never leave you. You allowing me to do this is, like, the greatest gift ever. I get to fuck some cute guys and then come home to be in bed with my favorite person in the world? I have hit the damn jackpot. Should there be any rules?"
"Rules? Like what?"
"Well, do I need to make them wear protection?"
"Oh, right. Ummm, I don't know. You're on the pill, so pregnancy is not a concern. So I guess the issue would be STIs, right? I mean, Gary's been with just Megan for years and Chris may have gone some time without being with someone. Doesn't mean either is fully safe, but good chance. Steve might be the one to be concerned about, but I know he covers up on his dates. I trust the guys, to be honest with us, so I guess it's up to you."
"Oh fuck. Are you telling me you'd be ok with them taking me bare and maybe cumming in me?"
I blushed suddenly. I didn't know what the right answer was here.
"Couldn't they pull out?" I spurted out not really thinking.
"Yes. I could ask them to. Is that what you would want?”
“Honestly? No…”
“You want them to cum inside your wife? Inside my little cunny?”
Holy shit that thought blew me away. “Yeah,” was all I could get out.
At this point, she was already really close to me but she moved even closer, pressing her body to mine and grabbing my dick through my pants and squeezing it. She leaned in and breathed lightly in my ear.
“The idea of your friends cumming inside me is so fucking hot. You wouldn’t just be letting them have sex with me, you know that right. It’s like you’d be letting them own me for a bit. Is that what you want? For your friends to own your wife’s pussy?” she asked me softly.
Kellie had somehow figured out what it was all about even when I was still struggling to define what I wanted. I did want them to own my wife. For a few moments anyway.
I nodded to her, “You’re right. That’s what I want.”
She backed away a bit looking at me with wide eyes, perhaps shocked that I admitted that. “Really?”
“Yes.”
She jumped into my arms and kissed me passionately. “You’re a crazy perv and I love it! Ok, next question: do you need to be there every time I fuck one of them?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, what if something happens spontaneously and you aren’t around or what if, especially, for the first time, the guys don’t feel comfortable with you watching?”
I hadn’t considered this. It made sense to plan for the possibility.
“How about this, I will always want to be there to see it, but if that’s a hindrance it’s ok to do it without me. Obviously, I would need you to be honest about it happening and I wish there was a way for me to see it without being present.”
“Oh wow. I just had an idea to address that. And it’s so dirty. What if I take at least one photo with my phone every time I do it? I’m sure the guys wouldn’t mind if I keep their face out of it and share it with them. Like a trophy for every fuck. There might be a time where it’s not feasible, but I try if I can.”
“That would be amazing.”
“Can you imagine THAT photo album?” Kellie said laughing. “Ok, so they can cum in me if they’re clean. They can fuck me even if you’re not there, but I’ll get a photo for each fuck. Anything else? What about things you don’t want me to do with them?”
I stared blankly at her. “What do you mean?”
“Bradley, baby I love you but sometimes you lack some imagination. What if they want to fuck my ass? What if they want to cum all over my face and tits? What if they want to tie me up? What if they want to do me all at once?”
“Fuck, really?”
“Hon, they’re guys. You think the guys might have their own kinks or things they might want to try with your slutty wife?”
“Umm, I think it has to be what you’re comfortable with. I wouldn’t want them to hurt you.”
“What if I didn’t mind being hurt a little?”
“Are you serious?”
“I don’t know. I’m trying to let myself go. Who knows what I might be willing to at least try? I’ve been spanked pretty well before.”
“This is not something you’d mentioned before.”
Kellie laughed at my sudden surprise at learning she was into a little S&M.
“It was one time. To be honest, it was pretty hot. But, and I’m serious about this, it’s not something I would want from you. Is that weird to say?”
“Ok… I think I get that. I’m your safe space?”
“You’ve got it, mister. I’m not saying I just want vanilla sex with you, but I would never want us to go there. I know that's a bit fucked up, but I’m trying to be completely honest with you.”
“Thank you for that. I don’t think I could go for this if that wasn’t the case, no matter how much I might desire to see it.”
Kellie nodded. “Same. We can’t keep anything from each other over this. Ok, one last thing. Once something starts, only I can end it. I mean at the moment. No matter how intense it is, no matter how bothered by it you might be, you have to let me finish it. We can talk afterward about not continuing or taking a break. But once it starts, I’m in control. This is a make it or break it thing.”
Maybe I was taking the whole thing lighter than she was for her to have considered this before, but I didn’t see this as a problem. Could I control myself if I thought it was getting out of hand or I was concerned for her safety? It helped tremendously that we were talking about just my three friends I had known for years. Had she ever considered being with someone other than them? It didn’t matter- because what we were talking about was about them, I saw no reason to have a problem with this rule.
“Ok, yeah. I will trust you to do what you need to and see it to the end. I get that it wouldn’t be fair for me to let you start something and then chicken out. I agree.”
Relief swept over her face. I think she was concerned I wouldn’t like that rule.
“Holy shit, we’re actually going to do this?” She asked, obviously full of Adrenalin.
“Yeah. How are you going to start things up?”
“It’s not like I’m going to hop in the van naked,” she laughed. Gary was picking us up in a van he used to take us to the starting point. He’d hired someone to transport it to our endpoint to have it waiting at the endpoint.
I laughed too, imagining that in my head.
“I’ve got the basics of a plan to kick things off, but don’t you think it will be hotter if I don’t tell you my plan?”
I saw her point. “Ok, yeah, that makes sense.”
“I know you’re hard but I’m not going to get you off. I want you going out of your mind with lust for me as we kick things off. In fact, I think it would be hot if you can’t get off until I’ve gotten all three of them off first.”
“Ummm, wow. Ok. Jesus. I hope your plan doesn’t take more than a day.”
Kellie just laughed again. I was serious.
Re: Pandora’s Box by DarrenZ
The stage is set... Let's go party !! 
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Enjoying this, thanks
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Re: Pandora’s Box by DarrenZ
@DarrenZ -- FWIW "Wife Needs More" is my favourite of all the stories you currently have going! Nice work on all of them.
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This is my favourite so far!
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Wife needs more is my favourite too, although there are really no weak ones. I have a soft spot for The Girl is trouble as the first one I came across. These days I have to have a quick read of the inspiration thread to match each title to the storyline, there are so many on the go.
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My account of our first time, what happened afterwards and when my marriage was in trouble - link below.
Thank you for any who comment
viewtopic.php?t=65641
My account of our first time, what happened afterwards and when my marriage was in trouble - link below.
Thank you for any who comment
viewtopic.php?t=65641
Re: Pandora’s Box by DarrenZ
I probably did myself and my readers a disservice by having too many going (and I have others in the hopper!).Chrislydi wrote: ↑Mon May 16, 2022 7:14 amWife needs more is my favourite too, although there are really no weak ones. I have a soft spot for The Girl is trouble as the first one I came across. These days I have to have a quick read of the inspiration thread to match each title to the storyline, there are so many on the go.
The Girl is Trouble is my central one and the others often came about because I didn't want to "kitchen sink" all the different fetishes into TGIT or had an idea of a different take. I know I have end points planned for the others, but TGIT could go on until I fear it might run out of steam.
I hope to get to a point where I have one ongoing and short pops. I'm also exploring holding some stories and moving them towards ebook release when they are done instead of continuing to juggle so many ongoings.
Re: Pandora’s Box by DarrenZ
I love TGIT but this one hits home. I .moved to CA in 1973 and formed a close friendship with 3 coworkers. A few months later I was joined by my 19 year old gf. Within a few months we were sharing her. Can't wait for the next chapters.
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Re: Pandora’s Box by DarrenZ
This is a good problem to have... Too much creativity... Most of us can barely create anything other than a messDarrenZ wrote: ↑Mon May 16, 2022 7:51 amI probably did myself and my readers a disservice by having too many going (and I have others in the hopper!).Chrislydi wrote: ↑Mon May 16, 2022 7:14 amWife needs more is my favourite too, although there are really no weak ones. I have a soft spot for The Girl is trouble as the first one I came across. These days I have to have a quick read of the inspiration thread to match each title to the storyline, there are so many on the go.
The Girl is Trouble is my central one and the others often came about because I didn't want to "kitchen sink" all the different fetishes into TGIT or had an idea of a different take. I know I have end points planned for the others, but TGIT could go on until I fear it might run out of steam.
I hope to get to a point where I have one ongoing and short pops. I'm also exploring holding some stories and moving them towards ebook release when they are done instead of continuing to juggle so many ongoings.