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The Unwitting? Porn Star


For years, I have sent nude pictures of Bonnie, my wife, to my close
friend Jack. It began back in the Vietnam War years. Jack was over
there and I was safe here at home. I'd tried to join the Navy as a
dental student, but couldn't see well enough -- too nearsighted, even
though I was corrected with contact lenses to 20:20. That same problem
kept me out of the draft. I felt bad. Here Jack was making all these
sacrifices for my country and there was so little I could do to
support him. Well, Bonnie was just 21 then and we'd just married. Jack
had been my best man, and Bonnie was very pretty in those days, still
is of course though she is older now. She was only 5'4" but shaped
34-23-36 with long brown hair and big brown doe eyes. Gorgeous would
not be an overstatement. Pretty as she was, she made an excellent
subject for photography. She tolerated posing nude for her husband
too. Actually, she claimed to tolerate it, but when she got going
posing nude she was like a spaniel to water. She put her soul into it,
and the resulting pictures were electrifying.

Now, my hobby was always photography and Jack's was too. Even in our
little apartment while I was in school, I had set up the bathroom with
a board I could put on the tub to hold the enlarger above the trays
and the waterbath below. It worked well, and I had this great supply
of knockout pictures of Bonnie. Unfortunately, I had no one to whom I
could appropriately show them. She wasn't about to let me show them
either, artistic though they were! So one day, I sent a few off to
Jack in one of my regular letters -- he loved it. He got to see a
whole side of Bonnie he'd never knew existed. Technically, I guess you
could say he got to see all sides, crevices, and cracks of Bonnie, but
that might be a bit crude. (Bonnie did a lot of posing with her legs
spread. It turned her on. Bonnie was a great one for generating photos
of "artistically posed girl with wet and gaping pussy." They all went
to Jack.)

As I said, Jack was a photo enthusiast too, and eventually I ended up
sending him negatives, and he was doing his own enlargements of them
with the advanced photo-club equipment they had for recreation over
there. He'd send large blow-ups back to augment my supply. We had a
ball with it, and it kept his mind off the war and on home. Bonnie
never wondered where I got the big prints. She isn't very scientific
so didn't realize such prints don't come out of 8x10 trays. She just
accepted it.

When I finally bought a house, I went to work and built a darkroom
down in the basement and stored all of Bonnie's photos there. Bonnie
was having problems getting pregnant then so there were no kids around
to get into things like that. In the end, Jack came back from the war
with a Bronze Star and other decorations to make a career as a
military officer, visiting often when blowing through town enroute to
some military assignment. Bonnie enjoyed him greatly and was as proud
as I was of the risks he'd undertaken for his country. He'd survived
where others hadn't.

Bonnie even posed for Jack occasionally, including some in a tight
sweater that sizzled, but never nude, probably because Jack could
never get up the guts to ask her. She did offer, on her own however,
to let him come to our house any time he wanted to use the darkroom,
knowing her pictures where stored there. This was at a time when Jack
briefly had a place locally. I think, as she later maintained, that
she simply forgot they were there, but you never know with Bonnie.
When I found out she'd let him use the darkroom, I thought the time
was ripe to let her know that Jack had seen the nudes of her. I wanted
her to know he'd already seen her so she'd have nothing to be shy
about in case she was ever tempted to pose for him, and this way I
could blame it on her. So when she told me about it, I said, "Oh
Bonnie, all your pictures where down there, and Jack told me he saw
them." I added, "and thought they were great." She was greatly
embarrassed, said she'd forgotten and all, but I was never completely
convinced.
Jack had often dreamed of photographing Bonnie himself or of just
seeing her nude in person. One never knows about the photography. It
may come to pass, but we could do something about the seeing. That
could be arranged. We initially made some forays in this regard where
Jack watched Bonnie shower through the glass shower-stall door. I
would talk to her as she showered, and he would look through the
bathroom doorway from the darkened bedroom behind me. This was fun but
not totally satisfying.

Our schemes progressed in this regard to the point of letting Jack see
Bonnie and I having sex. The first time we did this Jack was visiting
for a week. It was a warm fall. Each night, I'd leave the shade up a
bit and leave our bedroom window open about six inches so Jack could
come up and stand on a pre-positioned chair on our deck and look in
while I had sex with her at night. That worked like a charm. He could
see her walking around the room naked and I'd position her in
different ways on the bed while fucking her so he'd get a good look of
my cock going in and out or of her tits bouncing. By pure chance, to
his good fortune, she even bent over right in front of the window once
when he was there, and he got a good view of her pussy from about a
foot away. It was great. I was dying watching. Our house backs on the
woods so there was really little risk to him in doing this, but it
still got old because of the chill and risk. It was then that
technology came to the rescue.

At a security show, we bought subminiature video cameras designed for
surveillance purposes. We bought two. One was no more than a little
one-inch by one-quarter inch box with a low light CCD sensor that
looks through a pinhole. The other was slightly larger; a high quality
but very small lensed camera. We also bought video
transmitter/receiver combinations, which could relay the signals from
the cameras in place in our bedroom down to our den. After some
experimentation (while Bonnie was out town for a few days,) we set up
a great system. Jack could sit in our den when he visited and see
everything up in the bedroom. This proved no end of fun during his
visits. Often now he'll stay five or six days doing things like
research on his Ph.D. thesis at the various libraries here. On recent
trips, in the mornings he sits and watches Bonnie on the large screen
TV in our den as she gets showered and dressed. (Bonnie still fixes
her hair while nude each morning.) At night, he watches the nightly
sex scene or, once, Bonnie modeling her Victoria-Secret white nylons,
sheer bra, and heels for me before we fucked. That really got us all
going.

This whole business has been no end of fun. He can even tape the
sessions on our VCR. Bonnie may be the only teacher at the elite
girl's school where she works who is also a porn star! Of course, she
doesn't know it. Well at least we think she doesn't know it. I do
notice that when Jack visits she wants sex every night. Perhaps it is
just that I'm always ready for it when he's here as you can imagine.
Of course, Jack flatters her a lot too. He's still hoping some day for
THE BIG modeling session, and women love to be flattered.

Anyway, Jack and I have our fun. Bonnie looks great. Jack and I love
seeing her tits slapping together as she takes cock hard. She is now
size 36 on top and she's kept her waist and hips trim. She's still a
beautiful woman.

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