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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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