An Affair Ch. 07 - Holly’s Perspective

My friend Julie. She and I have been friends for about 15 years, and have even been on holiday together. But until that day, I had not shared anything with her about Will. He didn't exist as far as Julie was concerned, but the two glasses of wine loosened both our tongues.

She always seemed happy and very content with her long-standing marriage. When I asked her about it she giggled a bit and said "not everything is straight forward".

She explained that her marriage to Kev had been through a couple of difficult periods, and both had been through brief affairs. However, she smiled broadly when she said that she was now happier and more fulfilled than ever with Kev.

"How so?" I asked.

"We have sex at a club once a month or so."

Julie was a refined, cultured, educated and very tightly groomed woman in her forties, and had never, ever given me any cause to think that she might have an alter-ego. Never.

It was like a dam breaking. I told her about Will and she gasped, but she knew from my face that I was happy.

I didn't tell her everything, but I did reveal that I was finally feeling confident about my body and was feeling pretty sexually liberated.

More wine.

Julie told me that she went to a club with Kev at his suggestion, as a last resort to try to pep-up their sex lives. There they watched others fucking, walked around naked and made love in front of of a crowd. When I asked if they had been touched by another man there, she looked down for a moment, then confidently said "and women".

I laughed and laughed. She flushed but said that she was relieved to finally tell me.

I told her everything that I had recently experienced; showing myself on the beach, the spas, and the sharing. I was excited to tell somebody, and just retelling it all made me wet, and I guessed that Julie enjoyed the tale too, as her cheeks flushed slightly and her tongue paid a little too much attention to her full glossed lips.

She moved closer next to me and asked if I had a picture of Will, and I showed her the only one I had, of him with others at the conference. She was disappointed that I didn't have any more explicit shots, and to be honest, so was I.

She took out her phone and opened a vault where she kept her private collection. I knew Kev reasonably well, as a fairly conservative, slightly over-buttoned but handsome man. The first picture Julie showed me was of the two of them, standing, staring into the camera and laughing. They were naked and Julie's arm was across him, holding his erect dick upright in her fist. Neither were holding a camera so I guessed that somebody else must have been in the room.

"More?" She asked, smiling profoundly.

"Please," I replied.

What followed was a revelation and a re-evaluation of her. I saw about 50 pictures. Several are seared into my mind as I was jealous. I saw Julie sucking Kev's dick deep, while a woman's hands held her hair back. I saw Kev and Julie take a nipple each in their mouths. I saw what I assumed was Kev's dick inside Julie, close up, with a woman's hands holding his balls. The pictures were stunningly clear. Julie said she was a friend. She also said that a photographer was commissioned to take the pictures. Wow. She had gone wild!

It was time to go. My head was swimming with excitement, shock, and not a little alcohol, so an Uber was called to take us both home, Julie first. We sat in the back silently grinning until Julie suggested that I stay over with her for the night and Kev would drive me back to the pub in the morning to pick up the car. Seemed like a plan. I was tired and it was already 10pm. I messaged home and got no pushback as my other half was out with the boys. As we exited the cab, Julie linked arms with me and we stumbled, laughing, into her house by the river. Kevin did little to acknowledge our presence as he had on his headphones, but he waved from his armchair and sipped his beer.

We poured more wine and sat opposite Kev on the sofa, and Julie's iPad appeared, and before I had a chance to argue, her pictures were up in front of me. They were wonderful; terribly explicit, liberated, but also loving.

To be honest I was getting a little over stimulated and the wine was having a greater effect than usual, coupled with the surprises. It was already 11pm so I suggested we call it a night. I had stayed over before so I knew where to go. Julie provided a toothbrush, towels and a robe, and left me to shower, which didn't take long at all. I took to my bed, door closed.

I heard Kev and Julie coming up the stairs and Julie was telling him that she had shared everything with me, including photographs. Kev thought he was whispering when he asked if I was shocked. Julie said quite loudly that I was shocked initially but then delighted. She did not share what I had told her about Will, as far as I know until this day.

I heard the shower running twice and a brief period of quiet followed, and my eyes finally closed.

I few minutes later, I heard Julie's voice. "Mmmmm. Nice. Yes. That's it. More. More. Go on." I heard Kev asking her to be quiet, but although she seemed to try, her voice became quickly louder again. I got out of bed, slipped on the long cotton robe, and walked across the hallway to their room, hoping to listen more closely, as I knew sleep wouldn't be happening right now for me. I was surprised to see that the door was half open, so I could hear very clearly, but I resisted trying to peer in for at least 10 seconds. However, as I looked through the opening I could only see one side of the bedroom, and a tiny corner of the foot of the bed. I knew I would have to open the door and reveal myself if I wanted to see what was going on, and I really did want to. But I couldn't presume, even in my slightly drunken state. I turned and walked the couple of steps to my door.

"We know you are there", came Julie's voice. I gasped a little, embarrassed to be discovered snooping. "Would you like to come in and watch?"

I couldn't answer. I stood for a few seconds and then pushed their door fully open. I still couldn't see what was happening, although the room was quite well lit. I had to go in to see. So in it is.

Julie was sat on the bed leaning back against a couple of pillows. She was wearing a loose white t-shirt and little pink shorts. Her knees were up to her chest with her arms around them. Kev was in a large comfortable armchair in the corner, facing the bed. He was naked, sitting back with his legs apart and his dick in his hand. He looked at me as his grip moved gently up and down the slim dick I recognised from the pictures.

"Are you sure?" I said, weakly. "I won't stay long."

"Come here" commanded Julie, patting the bed next to her. I obliged and sat, similar to her, trying not to overtly stare at Kev, but it was hard not to in the circumstances. Julie and I held hands almost innocently as we both watched him pump his hand up and down, with no urgency, as he stared at the two of us on the bed.

"He likes to watch. So do I." Julie faced me and looked directly into my eyes. She lifted her left hand to my cheek, and gently guided me Ito her lips where she delicately placed them on mine for a few seconds, our mouths open, nestling our lips comfortably together without force or any sense of hurry. A first for me.

"Are you watching Kev?" She asked, her face an inch from mine. He didn't need to answer. I looked again at him, alternately making eye contact with him and Julie.

Julie encouraged him. "Go on. Make it harder. Imagine. Wish. Maybe ask? What are you wishing?"

Kev spoke for the first time. "Kiss her again."

Julie leaned in and kissed me again, no more forcefully, but this time with a tongue tip onto mine. I knew I had to cut and run or give in to the tingling in my nipples.

"That's good. Now take off your top." Julie deftly pulled her shirt over her head, revealing small but beautiful breasts and pale, soft nipples. "Caress them please." Julie cupped her breasts with her hands as we watched. She pinched her nipples and rolled each one until they were almost an inch long.

"No. You Holly. Touch her breasts."

Christ. Me. He wanted me to caress them as he rubbed himself. Julie left one Brest and lifted my hand with hers, placing it on her nipple. She held my fingers and guided the across and around her breasts, expertly piloting my nails to scrape across her long sensitive buds. Her eyes were closed now, but she still had the breath to tell me that my hands could now do it without hers. I wasn't about to stop anyway as her arms locked above her head.

"Is that what you wanted Kev?" Not her voice. Mine.

"Would you like to show us your breasts Holly?" How could I refuse, given that I was playing with his wife's nipples and watching him masturbate not three metres away from me.

I decided to try to assert some authority. "Would you like me to?"

"Please" came the reply. From Julie.

Without undoing the belt around my robe, I used my free hand, the one not pulling on Julie's nipples, to pull the material apart on my chest, enough to allow my hand to slip inside. I felt my nipples as hard as erasers inside the loosened robe. I knew I was teasing them a little, but my progress on body image was enough for me to be relishing the reveal. I wanted their reaction. I now wanted to see where this was going. And if I was steering it at all or simply an accessory to their games. Julie's eyes lowered in anticipation. One by one, I lifted my breasts out of the cotton into the light, to be seen. I loved that moment.

Julie shifted her arms so that she could hold one of my breasts, quite still, but not covering the aching nipple, so that Kev could still see both as he continued to rub himself. The world stopped for a few seconds as Julie looked at her own hand on my breast, and I held the other breast upwards. I suddenly imagined a picture taken from above. Two women close and partly undressed on a bed, and a man holding his dick as he watched.

Julie began to play with my nipple, causing me to forget her breasts. As she leaned toward me, her right breast and nipple warmed the side of my left breast, as she circled a single index finger over and around my nipple. I watched her bring her head closer, and pull her long brown hair back from her face, over her shoulder. I realised that she did this so Kev could see.

"Use your mouth." Kev was direct. Firm. But there was a gentleness in his voice too. I moved my right hand from my right breast to the left, nearest Julie, and held under it, lifting it upwards, inviting Julie to comply. I wanted her to do it and I longed for the warm wet mouth of my friend. But most of all, I wanted Kev to watch my nipple disappearing into her mouth. She sucked and lapped as I held my breast to her, moving it left and right, stimulating the nipple with her tongue. Neither of us were breathless. We were relaxed, probably still full of wine. My nipples were aching more and more as she sucked and nipped.

Kev stood. He moved to the foot of the bed and stood upright, his dick still swollen in his hand, pointing at us. It was quite long but thin, not at all like Will's. But fascinating and a turn on all the same, with its pre-cum coating the cherry-sized head.

"Shorts now please."

Julie sat upright, staring at Kev, as we stared at her. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband and slipped her shorts to her knees. Then she lifted her legs, both together, feet into the air, and eased her shorts off completely, giving Kev a view of her pussy as she held her legs up for an extra second or two. Julie had long legs, much browner than mine, and as she brought her legs down flat on the bed, I saw her brown neat triangle, ending at her cleft, which was hairless as far as I could see. She stared at Kev as if I wasn't in the room, lifted her knees and planted her feet on the bed slightly apart, So Kev could see what he wanted. Her hand made its way to her bush, and she formed a v with her index and middle finger which she placed firmly each side of her slit. Then she squeezed her outer lips together, which pushed out the flesh and rolled her vulva slightly open, her clitoris becoming visible. It looked wonderful. Erotic. Pretty. Rude. Very rude. I tried to imagine the view that Kev had, but contented myself with sitting next to Julie, awed.

"Would you like to show me yours Holly?" Kev looked hard at me, his eyes sparkling.

The robe was short, to my mid thighs. I debated simply taking it off, but I wanted his view to be different; not just seeing me naked, and not as overt as his wife's performance. But I did want him to be even more stimulated, harder, and I knew what to do. I simply lifted my knees, parting my feet and calves. The robe slipped slightly open on my calves, allowing in some light, and I knew that from his position, Kev could now see my sealed pussy between my slim thighs, hairless and neat, with no inner lips visible.

Kev sighed. I wished Will was there with me, his dick in his hand, showing its girth.

"I need to see too," said Julie, breaking into the moment. She moved her right hand to the robe, and untied the loose belt before slipping the sides off my tummy and thighs, leaving it only just covering my arms and shoulders. I suddenly felt a little self conscious in laid my legs flat and together, concealing all but the top of my cleft and pronounced mound.

"Fuck. That's pretty."

"Thank you Jules."

Kev moved onto the bed, but just knelt inches from us at the foot of the bed. His hands now rested on his thighs, with his thin dick stretching vertically.

"He likes to watch me come. Would you mind?" Julie asked.

My reply was instant. "Do it. I'll watch too if you don't mind?"

Julie parted her knees completely, exposing her fingers which still pressed her pussy lips together. Her vulva was shaved smooth so far as I could see from above. Her fingers then lifted, slipped between her outer lips and parted them, exploding the crimson folds inside, glistening. Her other hand joined in; the middle finger circling and pressing her very engorged clitoris. It was bigger, more pronounced than mine. Hmmm. Kev was captivated and my eyes alternated between her middle finger which was crooked inside her, and his hand now gently pumping his dick as he watched. Julie's middle finger began to work harder, thrusting inside as she lifted her hips off the bed. I could hear her wetness, as I turned onto my side so I could see more clearly. This immediately shifted Kev's attention to me and I wondered if another request was coming. When it came, it left room for interpretation, and I wasn't sure if he meant that or if he was imprecise in his wishes.

"Please join her."

So. I interpreted how I wished.

I sat back again on the pillows, mirroring Julie, with my knees opening wider. I could feel my outer lips peeling open, revealing my inner folds and the promise of my opening. I fixed Kev's gaze and slipped my index finger where he and I wanted it, on my clit. I watched his mouth open as he knelt barely a couple of feet from my opening pussy. My middle finger found my opening and bent inside, with my other hand joining the party on my clitoris. I was almost lost in the moment but remember making sure that my hands didn't cover any part of me that Kev wanted to watch. My fingers were drenched.

As Kev watched me working my fingers, I watched him working his foreskin up and down, marvelling at his staying power. I startled a little when Julie's hand suddenly rested on my tummy as she continued to gently massage the inside of her pussy with two fingers. I watched her hand creep over my mound and under my hand onto my slit. Her index finger slipped inside me alongside mine. That was an extraordinary feeling; her nail grazing my g-spot alongside my finger.

"Yes" said Kev, as I wondered if it would send him over the top.

My left hand was now idle and that was no state of affairs that could continue for Julie. She left her vagina alone and took hold of my free hand, placing it firmly on her soaking wet folds. She then took firm hold of my middle finger and pushed it down and onto her opening, trying to push it in. I didn't resist, and my finger entered her completely, to be joined by hers. There was a perfect symmetry about our hand and arms, bodies and legs. Her finger suddenly withdrew from her hole and brushed her clitoris violently from side to side, whimpering and staring at Kev and his dick. She came quickly; it was very easy to feel it clenching and pulsing on my finger. Julie squealed and squeezed my wrist, forgetting her fingers in my own opening. I withdrew my finger along with hers, and relaxed back on the pillows, gently caressing my own clitoris. Julie was almost comatose. Kev shifted right to kneel between my knees, still rubbing his dick. I circled my clitoris until I could wait no longer. A gentle, warm orgasm overtook me, shimmering my whole body with warmth. I realised then that Julie was back in the room and had been watching her man watching me. She shifted onto her knees and settled in behind Kev, reaching around to his dick. Julie nestled against his back and pointed his swollen pole toward me and rubbed, gently at first, and then vigorously as Kev continued to stare at my slit. When he came, it did justice to his patience and sustained arousal, spraying his juices, aimed by Julie, over my inner thighs and a little jet on my tummy, warm and wet.

We three kissed, fondled a little as I really wanted to at least feel Kev's dick in my hand, and then I went back to my room, and slept. I slipped out in the morning before they had stirred, with the phone number of the photographer in my bag. I resolved not to tell Will of my adventure, but to maybe have a new one with him. I wasn't done.

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Contacting the photographer and arranging for him to meet us at a hotel was surprisingly easy. There was no charge, even though he was driving 90 miles to get there. I guess he really did enjoy this aspect of his work, or was it leisure. I booked a room and without revealing too much, Will was invited to get some pictures of me if he wanted to. Will agreed to come along with his camera, clearly hoping I was going to pose for him as part of my farewell, as I was going to be working abroad for a few years at least.

As we sat in the hotel bar, I finally told Will that Jeremy, a photographer would be joining us, so long as he agreed. To be honest, I couldn't really envisage him walking away, and when the photographer sat down; an unassuming slight man with a ready smile, Will seemed to relax.

When Jeremy left us to get his camera, Will said that it was a very nice idea, and that he was excited about watching me being photographed, as he had been at the boudoir shoot.

"You won't be just watching, I hope. You will be joining me."

"Oh, will I? Okaaay! That will be a challenge. I hope I don't embarrass myself by getting hard!"

"I'll be disappointed if you don't." I replied. I'm not sure if Will thought I was joking or not.

I confess I was a little weak-kneed on the walk up to the room, where we sat on the bed until Jeremy knocked and came in. I told him that he was to use Will's camera, so that we were assured of privacy, and he somewhat reluctantly agreed. He got used to the camera by taking a few shots of us just sitting on the bed, until I needed to get the whole thing started before I lost my nerve. I grabbed my bag and muttered something about getting ready, then locked myself into the bathroom. A well lit mirror helped me put on a little more make up, and I put on the new underwear that I had been excited about showing. The balconette bra lifted my white breasts high, pointing the hardening nipples slightly upward, the matching lace thong completed the look, followed by the sheerest of lace dresses, short and almost completely transparent. Perfect. Now all I had to do was step out, in front of two fully dressed men. A final look in the mirror conformed what my senses were already telling me; my nipples were starting to force their way through the lacy fabric of my dress as I pulled the hem down to my mid-thighs.