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Subject: {ASSM} {ASS}  Photo Frolics With Vicky {Night Hawk} (MF cheat)
Date: Wed, 19 Nov 2003 10:10:03 -0500
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Photo Frolics With Vicky
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A short story by Night Hawk
Copyright 2003 by: Night Hawk
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"Photo Frolics With Vicky"
Rita was everything that I could ever have hoped for in a wife.
During the two years that we dated before tying the knot, she was
an alluring sensual creature willing to do anything to please her
man.  Our sex life was fulfilling to the point of exhaustion.
There was nothing in the sex department that Rita wouldn't try, or
do!  She had the looks, the personality and the charm.  I assumed
that after we were married things could only improve.  Boy, was I
ever wrong!
The "I do's" hadn't even stopped echoing in the church when I
realized that now she was Mrs. Tom D., things were going to
change.
Now that it was official, she didn't feel obliged to keep her
appearances up.  She started walking around the house with cold
cream covering her face and curlers in her hair.  When I
complained about the rapid decline in our sex life, she calmly
stated that she was fully aware of that fact, but didn't I realize
that her previous behavior was only a performance to guarantee
that I would marry her.  Then she proceeded to recite word for
word the current laws governing the division of assets in the
event of a divorce.
Besides, she added, now that we were legally wed, she in no way
was going to continue doing all those 'disgusting' things she had
to endure throughout our engagement.
"Disgusting?"
Let me tell you right now that I am no pervert, nor do I engage in
'kinky' sex!  I don't think that having intercourse twice a week
is asking for too much, nor do I think that the occasional blowjob
is out of line either.
We had been married for just over a year when Vicky came to spend
a week at our house.  During that year, Rita had kept a tight rein
on my outside activities, giving me no chance to wander as she put
it.
I figured I was a real sucker, and had been screwed royally by the
Queen Bitch herself.  I took up photography as a hobby and
pastime, and also a good excuse to be by myself, left alone and in
peace in my darkroom.  I also took up the ancient pastime of
jacking off whenever my hormones reminded me of all the action I
was missing.
That was the one area that Rita trusted me, in my darkroom.
I did produce some really good prints, and she accepted the fact
that when I was in my dark-room, I couldn't come out for any
reason without risking accidental exposure of very expensive paper
and chemicals.  Therefore she didn't mind the precautionary lock
on the door.
It wasn't the fanciest darkroom to be sure.  In reality it was
only part of the laundry room, which was barely six feet by eight,
but when I was in there, it was my undisputed terrain.
About two months ago, Vicky showed up at our door.  I had only met
Vicky once before, and that was at the wedding.  Vicky and Rita
had been friends since high school.  Rita left college after just
one year but Vicky was going for the full three-year term.
Vicky had found summer employment in our area and asked Rita if
she could stay with us until she found an apartment for herself.
Rita was quick to agree, and I guess that she figured since Vicky
was her friend that there would be no 'hanky-panky' between Vicky
and I.  Well the way that Vicky ignored me for the first few days,
I thought the same thing.  But I did have my fantasies though and
every night I shot a load into a wad of tissue thinking about her.
Vicky was not exactly centerfold material but she did have a set
of the biggest tits I'd ever seen.  It seemed to be a
contradiction to her slim body.  She also had a pretty face with
long straight corn silk hair that fell nearly to her ass.  Her ass
was a sight for sore eyes also.  It was kind of pear shaped and it
always seemed that she painted her jeans on, that's how tight they
fit those cheeks.  Of course I was always careful not to let my
wife see that I had noticed.
On the fourth day of her stay with us she asked me where I went
and disappeared for three to four hours every night.  I told her I
spent them cooped up in the laundry room with my enlarger and
chemicals.
"Oh" she said, "I've always been fascinated with photography, will
you show me?"
Rita had never been interested with my hobby so I was only too
willing to show Vicky my darkroom.  "There's not much to see," I
explained, "Since most of the stuff is light sensitive, I have to
keep it in light tight cupboards."
To my surprise she asked if she could come in with me one night
and see the whole process.  I tried explaining that if she was
going to come in she had better be prepared to spend at least
three hours in this small cramped space since it takes so long to
set everything up and put it away again!
"Oh I don't mind" she replied, "I'd really like to get a first
hand look at this amazing art form."  Rita piped up then and told
Vicky that if she wanted to spend three to four hours cramped up
in that little sweat box that she was welcome to it.  Vicky then
asked if I would let her come in the next night.  I figured what
the hell, and told her to consider herself invited.
Well the next day rolled around and just in case, I asked her if
she was still interested.  She replied she was, and that she was
raring to get at it.
"Maybe," she said, "you'll show me how to make a print."  Rita
just laughed, thinking that cooped up in that small room for hours
was a big joke, and said, "Well, if you two are going to hibernate
in Tom's hole in the wall, I might as well go to bed."  With those
words she said good night and Vicky and I went to my dark room.
One of the advantages of a light tight room is that it is also
virtually sound proof, and a disadvantage is that although I have
a ventilation system set up, it can still get really warm and
stuffy in there.  I closed and locked the door behind us and Vicky
boosted herself up on the washing machine, lit a cigarette and
leaned back while I started to set up.  It took me the better part
of a half hour before I had all my trays filled and my papers
ready.  During this time Vicky and I made small talk about what we
were going to be doing.
I had just loaded my first roll of film and we had to wait for
fifteen minutes while it developed, when Vicky, out of the blue
said, "You were right, it does get hot in here, what do you do to
stop from sweating to death?"  I told her I usually stripped down
to my shorts.
Without a second's hesitation, Vicky started to unbutton her
blouse.
Now you have to understand that in a dark room, you only have
what's called a safe light.  That's a dim red bulb, and it's only
on for about half the time.  The rest of the time you have to work
by feel in the dark.  My problem was that when Vicky started to
undo her blouse the light was on.  She looked at me and said,
"Aren't you going to get undressed?"  Well hell, you could have
knocked me down with a feather at that point, and I told her the
reason hadn't was because I didn't want her to get the wrong idea.
"Don't be silly," she said.  "If that's the way you usually do it,
then do it!  Don't change your habits on account of me."
I just kind of stared then, because before I could say any thing
in reply she started to undo her bra.  Well that safe light might
not be too bright but it sure was bright enough to let me see a
pair of the most beautiful boobs I had ever seen.  Any ideas I
might have had about removing the bulk of my clothes flew out the
window so to speak because I was now sporting a boner that would
have been visible even if the light was off.
"Come on Tom," Vicky said as she started to undo her jeans, "What
are you waiting for?"
She slowly slid her jeans off showing a pair of the tiniest bikini
underwear I'd ever seen, all trimmed with lace.  No sides on them
either, just a small band holding together just about enough
material to make up half of a Kleenex.
"I'm sorry Vicky," I stammered, "But you've caused me a bit of a
problem."
She just laughed and swayed to the reggae beat coming out of my
ghetto-blaster and said, "Oh, does Tommy have a hard on?" I was
glad that the safe light was red because it covered the sudden
blush I had developed.
I said, "Vicky, you shouldn't tease a starving man like this." Her
reply really surprised me.  "I'm not teasing Tom.  I've liked you
from the start but I know how possessive Rita is, so I've had to
play it cool until we could be alone."
With that said she reached out and pulled me close and pushed my
head right into those luscious tits of hers.  I felt my pulse
racing and my cock throbbing as I inhaled her female scent.
Without further words, I started to kiss my way around those
mammoth boobs.  I licked those tits up one side and down the
other, every once in a while stopping to nibble on those delicious
cherries.  The more I nibbled and sucked on her nipples the more
she groaned.  She squeezed my head firmly between those big jugs
and finally pulled me up and kissed me firm and hard on the lips.
Then her tongue snaked out and slithered in my mouth, reaching and
searching.
As we kissed I could feel her hands stroking my back, squeezing my
ass and finally reaching my throbbing prick.  She gave it a tender
squeeze and moaned with satisfaction.  She started to undo my
shirt as she started to nibble on my ear, and she could talk so
sexy dirty.  "I want to feel your naked skin against my tits," she
moaned.  "I want your hard cock rubbing against my body!"
With a low animal like growl I pushed her farther back on the
washing machine and tore those flimsy panties right off her.
For a moment I just stared at her neatly trimmed pubic bush, then
I pulled her ass forward and dove in for a taste of her nectar.
Oh, she was hot alright, not only could I smell the delicious odor
of her cunt, but I could also feel the sweet wetness of her love
juices just pouring from her love canal.  I licked and I slurped
and I sucked on her clit like a man who had lived only on bread
and water for a year and then offered the juiciest steak in the
world.  She tasted heavenly, and as I continued to eat away at the
garden of heavenly delights, I could hear her moaning become more
intense and then she gushed forth with a barrel of love juice as
she exploded in her first climax.
I looked up to see her face basking in radiance with just the red
light on and she pulled me up and proceeded to lick my face clean,
alternating between licking my cheeks and my chin and giving me
deep, deep soul kisses.
When she had my face all clean, and she had regained her
composure, she jumped off of the washing machine and said "Your
turn."
She pulled my pants right off along with my underwear and for a
few moments just stared at my pulsating cock.  I swear that it had
never before been so hard.  The head was shining with the
hardness, and the vein underneath was beating a rhythm of it own.
She sank down on her knees and ever so gently placed her lips
around the head of my cock and proceeded to suck the cum right out
of me.  It had been so long since I had a mouth on my tool that I
started to cum right away.  Heavy bursts of cream went flying down
her throat.  My knees started to buckle, I was so weak from the
pleasure her mouth had given me that I slowly sank to the floor
beside her.
I laid down, but Vicky just sat there smiling at me.  Then she
started to take that long blonde hair of hers and caress my body
with it.  I could feel my body coming to life as those golden
strands tickled me.
"Poor baby," she said, "Rita should treat you better, but then she
never could appreciate a good cock!"
I could feel my cock growing again, and when she saw that, she
just laid herself on top of me and started the heavy kissing all
over again.  She ground her crotch into mine and groaned in my
mouth.  Then she did something I still can't understand, nor do I
know how she accomplished it, but she just moved her pelvis in
just the right way and the next thing I knew, my cock was planted
firmly and deeply inside her.
She just continued to kiss me as she lay on top of me, and then
she closed her legs real tight and started to fuck me!
We were hardly moving, and Vicky was really doing all the work,
but it felt so good!  Her cunt felt like liquid fire, it was so
hot and tight, and I was positive that she was trying to turn us
inside out.  Her moans became groans that became screams that she
stifled in my mouth and on my neck.  Wave after wave rushed over
her as she exploded into one orgasm after another.  Her hot and
juicy cunt was starting to work on me too.  My cock felt like it
was being squeezed like grapes for wine.  Vicky could control her
cunt muscles that well, then she whispered in my ear "Together
now!" and sure enough she made her muscles pull the cum right out
of me as she whooped in my ear.  All I could see were stars,
that's how intense the climax was.  I could feel my juices blast
out of my cock and splash against her juices and the combined
puddle dripping out of her and onto me.
Vicky and I had spent over two hours fucking each other to total
satisfaction, but we knew we had to call it a night.  As she
helped me pack everything up, she told me that she would continue
to act cool towards me whenever Rita was around, but on those
nights when Rita had to work late, we wouldn't have to confine
ourselves to the dark room.  She also said that just as soon as
she finds her own place she wants to model nude for me and then we
can go again into the dark room and see what 'develops'!
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