PART 3

It seems that he didn’t catch the message, and still continued shooting close ups, shortening the distance to a point that I could feel the warmth of his breath on the exposed part of skin of my right thigh. I was surprised, at least as you are now Hubby while reading these words, but I didn’t react. I simply wanted something inside of me, and I wanted it badly! He read my thoughts and handed me something that I couldn’t identify at first…

She wanted something inside of her, and she wanted it badly. The photographer handed her what she needed. But she couldn’t identify immediately what it was; for two reasons: one is obvious - she was blindfolded. Second reason is because she had never used a dildo before! In fact, she had always refused all my offers to try one. Even the design ones… Even the fancy ones… Every time I had attempted to bring it into our relationship and initiate her to the use of dildo, she had refused very firmly “No way! I will never use those objects. They are for depraved people, or lonely ladies. Not for me”.

Never say never - I would say!

It was a strange object, rubber made I guessed, roughly cylindrical. I was not sure, but that was a kind of dildo, or probably not. In any case, it seemed to me suitable for the use that I needed in that specific moment. As I told you yesterday, I needed something inside, and that object found its way in almost immediately.

At the beginning I slid it inside of me very slowly, and cautiously; I didn’t want to hurt myself. It felt good, though! Not quite the same as a real male member, but certainly pleasurable.

After a few ins-and-outs I felt the need to increase the pace. I begun shoving it quicker and quicker, slowing down from time to time, sometimes almost stopping and moving it inside, trying to find the most sensitive spots. I was not very good at using it: sometimes it was totally ineffective, some other times it generated waves that brought me almost to orgasm.

Can you imagine my frustration when I read the following?

The photographer was standing in between of my open legs, and whispered me some advice on how to make a better use of that strange object. I can’t remember what he told me exactly, only thing I recall is that the effects were immediate.

She never accepted to try one for me, and now was following advice of a stranger…

What the photographer didn’t know, was that at a certain point I needed something to stroke my clit, rather than inside of me. Without anyone teaching it to me, I used the dildo for this purpose first, but I soon switched to more familiar fingers. What I didn’t know was that the photographer was already preparing himself for the next step: he had plans for me.

Taking advantage of the situation - me at his mercy and totally aroused, you hundreds of miles away - he removed my hand from my pussy, and started preparing it to satisfy his own pleasure. Although I was in dire need of some stiff meat, I knew that that was not the purpose of our meeting. And I realized that the only thing I could do to preserve my faithfulness to you, the only countermeasure that I had, was following the instructions you had given me for such cases. Which I eagerly did…

There is only one thing that an excited male would accept by a female that he wants to fuck, instead of fucking her: that’s a blow job. I had suggested that to Linda, several times: “if you feel yourself in danger, and you know that sooner or later he will plunge his cock inside of you, against your will, the only escape you have is sucking it. Suck him hard and make him cum. That will save you !”

A blow job! I believe that this is what she was alluding to, when she wrote: … the only thing I could do to preserve my faithfulness to you, was following the instructions you had given me for such cases. Which I eagerly did.

So, probably Linda followed my advice, and gave a blow job to a perfect stranger. But I could only guess, since she never sent me the photos. This photo (with no caption) was actually the last message that I received from her on this topic.

A photo that she never sent me !

So my guess was right: Linda - my wife - gave him a blow job to preserve her from being penetrated against her will.

My first thought was: Well done Linda! You followed very diligently your hubby’s advice. I’m very proud of you!”

But immediately afterward, a doubt started puzzling me: how did it end up? Did he cum in her mouth? Or over her face? Or he came elsewhere on her body? Or Linda’s effort to deny herself was useless, and he managed to screw her? Or Linda was so faithful, that she managed to stop it, and he didn’t cum at all?

What struck me is that clearly it is Linda who is driving his cock inside of her. Talk about being reluctant, or trying to preserve herself from vaginal penetration … You can notice something next to the photographer’s dick which resembles a condom’s hem, partly hidden by Linda’s index. When I spotted it I was suddenly fought between two contrasting desires and fantasies: one was that he was wearing it, as that somehow preserved my Linda; the other one was that he was not wearing anything. I don’t know why (it shouldn’t be like that!) but the latter aroused (and arouses) me much more…

This photo made me feel sick, even if I could not resist stroking my cock. I came almost instantly. I try not to watch it so often, because I want to preserve the intense feelings that I had the first time. And it still provokes in me very strong ones, and sudden hardons. What about you?