Doing it with Della

This was going to be a set-up. Let me explain. For a long time I'd had a 'thing' about my friend's wife, Della. We were great friends years ago- even before Ben came along. Maybe things would have happened between her and I, but she'd been swept off her feet by his charm and success and had made the decision to marry him. That's history though, but I've always fancied her and she's been the centre of my masturbation fantasies for years.

She's something of an intellectual, with a soft educated voice and somewhat shy. Physically, she's quite plump with dark straight hair cut fairly short. She's still very much married, with two kids. Now the kids are growing up she works for a firm of legal consultants. All this is by the way. What's of interest is what happened a little while ago with me and her. I'd often wondered what she'd do if she was presented with an opportunity outside of her marriage, and the thought eventually caused the things that happened here. We were the greatest of friends, and would sometimes discuss intimate matters. In one of our moments of private conversation when her husband and kids were out she'd confessed to always having difficulty in having an orgasm with her husband. She also confided that she and Ben hardly ever fucked any more nowadays, so she just thought it didn't matter anyway. I left that conversation with a feeling of wanting to see her cum....if such a thing were possible under these circumstances. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I was wanking more often than usual, and thinking about her every time. I'm not usually an exhibitionist, but I kept thinking about giving her a 'show'. In the end, I couldn't stand it any longer, and decided to start the ball rolling. "I've got a little problem", was how I began.

We were outside together in the garden where Ben and the kids wouldn't hear. She looked up.

"Want to tell me?" she smiled.

"well, it's like this..I've got a friend. On the Internet."

"A female friend?" she grinned.

"Yes. Thing is...I want to send her a few photos."

She seemed interested now.

"What sort of photos?"

"Well..." (I kept thinking that she was never going to buy this!) "..of me.

Naked. And...with a hard-on."

She giggled as she replied.

"That's brave of you...so, what's the problem?"

"I need someone to take them.", I replied.

There were a million flaws in what I was telling her. Surely she knew about webcams, time-delay shutters etc.?!! She looked back to the house for a moment.

"Would you like me to do it for you?" she asked slowly.

I uttered up a silent 'thank-you' to the gods! I couldn't believe that she'd actually offered. Outwardly, though, I tried to remain casual.

"Would you? I'd be really grateful. I mean...it's not as if we don't know each other, is it?" She smiled back conspiratorially. "No. Even if I've never seen you with your clothes off before. Thing is though....don't mention it to Ben. I think he'd get the wrong end of the stick." "I wouldn't dream of it!" I replied. Obviously, Ben was the last person I'd want to know about this. We arranged to do the session the following week at her house. I reasoned that she'd feel more comfortable with it there. The day arrived, and I knocked at her door. As well as the camera, I'd brought a few essentials along; lotion and Kleenex...

She greeted me as she normally did, and showed no signs of nervousness which I had expected. I was obviously feeling excited at the prospect and was glad she hadn't decided to back out. She must have been working that day, since she wore a smart white blouse and black slacks; in her job she has to be smartly dressed. She ushered me into her lounge, where the curtains had been drawn. She'd prepared, obviously.

I handed her the camera and showed her how to work it. She glanced at the wall clock.

"Ben will be back in about an hour. Shall we get started then?" I nodded my agreement, and began to undress in front of her. She looked on with interest as I stripped down to my underwear. The experience was already making me excited, and I was aware that my cock was beginning to swell already, showing a bulge. Despite her attempts to appear detached, I saw how her gaze kept returning to my crotch. "Ready?" I asked. There was no need for me to ask, but I wanted to prolong the moment. She appeared to take a deep breath before replying. "Yes." I pulled down my shorts to reveal my half-erect circumcised penis. I heard her exclaim softly, and although she was smiling broadly, I noticed her cheeks redden a little as I took off my shorts completely and stood naked before her. I decided to be quite nonchalant about it all, although being naked in front of another guy's wife- more especially Della, was a tremendous turn-on. "Before we start, I need to get hard." I grinned, as I began working my hand up and down my shaft slowly. I paused to work a little lotion in as well. She stared in fascination at the slow wanking motion of my hand. Gradually my cock was becoming fully hard, and shiny with the slippery coat. It all went suddenly quiet, apart from the gentle 'slurp, slurp' of my hand around it. "Maybe you'd like to take some pictures now?" I smiled. She seemed to have trouble tearing her eyes away. "Oh..uh, yes, right."

She stuttered it out, and I noticed how flushed she looked. I guessed she was embarrassed, but maybe just a little excited too? I reclined on the couch, and removed my hand, allowing a full-frontal view; my cock standing up hard and thick in blatant arousal. After she'd taken few pictures, she seemed to relax a little.

"I just can't believe I'm doing this!" she giggled.

"I can't either." I laughed back. Overall, the atmosphere was becoming much more relaxed. Time then, for the next stage.... "I was wondering.." I began, "as a final picture....how do you fancy taking a cum shot?" There was silence for a moment, and she visibly swallowed.

"I don't know...well...I suppose I don't mind if you don't." she replied slowly. "OK...but I have a slight problem that needs sorting though", I went on. She looked baffled. " I probably won't be able to cum unless I'm really turned on." I went on.

It was complete bullshit of course. Not be able to cum?! I was almost cumming there and then just with the thought of doing it! I was, of course, relying on her desire to see me jerk off with this approach:

"I need you to do something for me." I concluded. Immediately she looked uncertain.

"I'm not doing that." She replied almost stuffily.

"No, no...I didn't mean I wanted you to suck me off or give me a hand job or anything...I don't need you to touch me- OK?" She relaxed, and sighed with relief.

"OK, so what do you want?" "Could you...take your slacks off for me? "And then what?" She sounded sarcastic. She obviously thought this was a ploy for me to get her naked too. Not that I would have objected at all- but it wasn't in the plan. "Just that." I replied simply. She seemed to be considering.

"Just that? I won't take anything else off. My panties stay on! OK?" "OK." I repeated firmly. She kicked off her shoes, and untucked her blouse from her waist. She watched my face with a half-smile as her fingers began to undo the buttons at the front of her slacks. Bending slightly, she quickly slid them down her legs and stepped out of them.

I was loving it! Her thighs were plump and pale, and shuddered slightly as she moved. Her skin was remarkably smooth and taut though... Her unrestrained blouse had dropped down, concealing her middle. I motioned her to part it. "Could you?..." She undid the lower few buttons, and swept it back exposing a pair of taut white panties stretched across her wide hips. She had a superb curvy figure, but my eyes were fixed on the white vee that swept down between her legs. The surface of the fabric was very slightly uneven, betraying the fact that her pussy was hairy and unshaved- something I liked- and as she turned slightly I noticed the distinct dark triangular shadow of her pubic hair showing through the material....

Even more exciting was what I could see at the very base of her crotch. Here her panties were darkened with moisture. She was wet, and the sight made me realise that the whole scene might be played out. "Is that what you wanted?" she asked, a trace of amusement in her voice. "That's fantastic, Della!" I breathed. I slid on to the floor; partly to allow her to get a better shot, and partly to allow me a better view up between her beautiful chubby legs. My cock was rock hard, and after applying a little more lube, I curled my hand around it and began to pump slowly up and down.

I heard her give a little whispered exclamation.

"God!"

Her eyes were fixed on my swollen penis, and I noticed that she bit her lip unconsciously as she watched me masturbate. My attention was focused on her crotch and the tops of her big white thighs...how long I'd waited for this! Slowly I increased the pace, though I wanted to prolong it if I could. The head of my penis was almost purple by now, and that delightful itching sensation was almost overwhelming.

I noticed that she was breathing deeper- as was I. Sharing the moment. Her free hand fell down to her crotch for a second, obscuring my view and I thought she was going to start masturbating with me, but she withdrew it. Perhaps she wasn't quite ready yet. The stain between her legs told a different story though. She was soaking wet now.

I knew it wouldn't be long.

"Crouch down!" I managed to say between my own gasps. She obeyed, now deliberately opening her legs as she crouched on her haunches. She knew what I wanted, and was showing it to me. Through the almost transparent wetness of her panties I could now finally see her pussy lips; big, swollen and inviting between her big plump thighs. She was close enough that I became aware of her scent too. Not just of her expensive perfume, but also of the dank musky smell of her cunt.. "I'm cumming!!" I gasped out, the waves of orgasm beginning to hit. I closed my eyes briefly in the ecstasy of the moment. I sensed a flash from the camera, but I knew she'd missed it. Spurt- spurt-spurt. White sticky cum flicked from my cock in strong rhythmic pulses, landing on my chest, belly and the carpet. I heard her exclaim again- softly. I lay back in temporary exhaustion, watching as she stood up. "That was quite something." She smiled, "Better now?" I nodded. "Did you get the shot?" She looked dubious.

"I think so." Of course, it didn't matter to me whether she had or not.

I looked at her crotch again. I could see her panties were absolutely soaking -- a fact of which she was obviously aware. Maybe there was something more we could do before Ben got home..