Vendetta
"I'm sure he was fantasizing about how your lovely boobs and bushy pussy looked while you were sans clothes."
My future wife, Cindy, was infuriated. I was trying to ease her anger.
She looked at me after my remark. It brought up a new perspective.
We were living together as she waited for her divorce from her husband, Eddie, to be finalized.
Eddie was a real bastard. He was distributing nude photos of Cindy to the people she worked with and to her friends. There was little we could do about it because a lawsuit would be costly, a hassle, and would further expose the existence of these pictures. If the case became public knowledge, Eddie could make the photos available on the internet and further humiliate her. Eddie was a useless piece of shit, so suing him for damages was pointless. He was taller and had served in the Army, so I couldn't beat him up.
When we learned about the sharing of her photos, I discovered an unanticipated response. I was aroused by other people looking at my future wife's nude photos. Cindy felt the same way.
The first Cindy learned of her soon-to-be-ex-husband's actions was from a colleague. Her friend Tammy informed her that some of the men in the office were receiving and sharing nude photos of her. Eddie had stolen her phone contact list and was emailing the images to her work colleagues and friends.
One of the men in the office, Boyd, showed Cindy the photos they were receiving. Of course, Boyd hadn't deleted the images; he'd created an album on his phone. The photos were being dispatched one at a time, every day or so. She glanced at the list of those receiving them and was stunned. All the men in her office were receiving them, including her boss. She was horrified.
The pictures became increasingly explicit. The first photo was of her in a skimpy bikini (on their honeymoon). Then there was one of her from behind, at the beach, naked, displaying her back and her bare ass. The next day, everyone received one of her topless at the beach. Her attractive breasts were bathed in the bright sunlight. More topless photos followed, in their kitchen, in the bedroom, and in the woods. The images intensified to include shots of her vagina. She has a dark brown pubic region that doesn't match her blonde hair, indicating she's not a natural blonde. There were frontal nudes of her at the beach and in the woods. The one of her lying on the bed, with her knee raised, exposing the gap between her legs, was the most revealing.
She confronted her ex, who ridiculed her and laughed about the situation.
He said, "You must remember that there are even more obscene photos that will be released. I hope your family members, including your brothers and parents, don't see them. I can visualize your dad's reaction upon seeing his daughter sucking a dick or something much worse."
Cindy threatened to sue, but he remained unmoved.
The following day, I also began receiving photos. I got the previous collection and a new one that displayed Cindy with Eddie's dick in her mouth. It was at this point that I noticed my reaction. My dick was erect.
Cindy is an exhibitionist and had done some daring activities with me before. She'd strip in the car and display her tits and pussy to truck drivers. Cindy and I had amazing sex after every instance of near or actual public nudity. She'd go without panties when we were on dates and would flash her beaver at me whenever someone might be witnessing. She had done the same when she was with Eddie.
She returned from work agitated a few days later. "I was in a conference with all these guys, and the thought struck me that they'd seen nude photos of me. I was so embarrassed."
I changed the topic. "Did any of them have erections? I'm sure more than one guy was masturbating or fantasizing about fucking you while they were with their wives."
This amused her. "Does imagining other guys seeing my naked body arouse you?"
"It does." I showed her my hard penis.
Later, she told me, "He has some really vile photos."
"Like what?"
"Like him being with other men. We had a threesome with one of his friends, and he set me up with a black guy."
I was taken aback, but considering Cindy's nature, it wasn't overly surprising. She was a sexually liberated individual who enjoyed being commanded sexually. Following our initial meeting at a Christmas party at her brother's house, our connection steadily intensified, and I ended up sleeping with her on our second date. She was separated at the time and wasn't receiving any action, so I happened to be in the perfect spot (her bed) for the appropriate timing. She is a bohemian spirit and could go nude for me in semi-public locations with a bit of coaxing. The possibility of getting caught aroused her further. We were always engaged in some steamy sessions, typically in the same location.
A few days later, Cindy ambushed me when I arrived home from work. She was still wearing the dress from work, but had removed her underwear.
"I was speaking to my boss today and I considered what might be going through his mind. He's seen photographs of me naked and appeared to struggle with the topic of our meeting. I flashed my panties for him to see as I rose to leave."
We had intercourse right on the living room floor.
The photographs continued to arrive, not every day, but a few times a week. They became more explicit. One displayed her with her legs apart, exposing every aspect of her vagina. Then, another image depicted her bending over and spreading her buttocks to unveil her tight, little anus. The concept of individuals being aware of her most intimate areas was extremely erotic and resulted in some fantastic sex. I adore her physique and even started to anticipate receiving more photos. The ones featuring her topless in jeans are genuinely sexy. She boasts a tiny birthmark on one breast that closely resembles an arrow, jabbing towards her vagina.
She went to work without panties one day and returned home prepared to make love. I inquired as to whom had witnessed her pussy. She'd exposed her pussy to her friend Boyd and another guy. She pondered flashing her boss, but wasn't certain how he'd handle it. Although he appeared to be a conservative, even stern individual, he had peeped up my wife's skirt multiple times.
We dined out with a friend of ours and his wife. Upon departing in the automobile, Cindy was clearly aroused.
She inquired, "Do you think Carl (our friend) has seen the photographs?"
I responded, "I don't believe so. Why?"
"Since his gaze was lingering on me. It seemed as if he were imagining me naked. After a while, her state of arousal intensified."
I contemplated and recollected, "Carl does negotiate business with your firm. Has he been present recently?"
She recalled, "Yes. He was there the previous week. Fuck!" I assume those guys showed him your photos."
I contemplated, "Carl is rather a gossip. If he has those photos, he has likely dispersed them."
She uttered, "Isn't he at the same fitness center with you?"
"Yes, Dammit."
"So, all your pals at the gym must have observed nude photos of me."
Cindy previously went to the fitness center with me many times. I informed her, "Those men loved checking you out during your workout. Currently, they're aware of what you appear like under your sweatpants." My erection was persistent.
She stated, "I'm not going back there ever again."
"Why? Their eyes will lick you all over your body."
"You'd enjoy that. Perhaps I could strip for them and everyone could screw me."
My penis was erect as I drove. She continued to torment me, "You are so aroused, contemplating other men observing me naked. Would you genuinely want to witness me being gang-raped?"
"No, but it's intriguing to envision."
Her thoughts reverted to sitting next to Carl and his wife at dinner. "My pussy was wet throughout dinner imagining Carl viewing me naked. I imagined sitting at the table, unclothed, with everyone in the restaurant gazing at me." Then, she exclaimed, "I'm so hot; I crave you to penetrate me!"
"As soon as we return home."
"No, I want it now. Pull over."
I was skeptical at first, but she was adamant, so I parked in an empty parking lot behind an office building. She said, "I'm going to take off my dress."
I inquired, "How are we going to accomplish this?" We had a small vehicle, lacking the space to comfortably engage in anything together.
I switched off the car, and she exited, removing her dress. I was baffled by her audacity. She removed her bra and tossed it into the car, alongside her dress. She headed towards a tiny patch of grass. (120 words) (120 words)(word_count=393)
"Want to screw?" She demanded, tossing off her panties and sneakers into the grass.
I started to undress. My shirt followed my pants, my shoes and socks came off with a swift kick. Cindy helped me out, pulling my shorts down to my knees, letting them fall. She had a strong interest in my penis. She played with it for a couple moments. Then, we crashed down into the grass, and I was enveloped by her wet pussy, relishing the tightness of her intimate place.
It wasn't long until we were disturbed by headlights flashing into the parking lot. A police car had arrived.
"Hey, let's hide!" Cindy yelped.
We scurried to a nearby shrub where we couldn't be seen. We were still naked.
The cops exited their vehicle, spotlighting it. They shined their lights all around the area, looking for whoever owned the car. Our clothes were still on that patch of grass. Cindy's dress and bra were in the front seat when they opened the car door. They focused their light on a pair of discarded panties on the curb.
Cindy muttered "What if they catch us?" into my ear.
"I don't know."
"They'll see me naked.", excited. "You better hide this so they don't catch you with a loaded weapon.", teasing.
She rode me while the police kept searching. Cindy was over the edge with the possibility of being discovered. She pumped my cock, feeling the walls of her vagina contracting around my dick, roaring in climax. Due to the police being there, I didn't last long and eventually fell back. Cindy momentarily lost her breath.
She stood up, the flashlight beamed on her bare chest.
The officer said, "There are legal boundaries to your actions."
Cindy retorted, "Oh, really? I thought people had sex all the time."
"There are laws against indecent exposure."
"But we're not in public. Our little area was private until you showed up."
I was getting dressed as officers illuminated the scene. I accepted their apparent reason for interfering as I explained that we had just eaten dinner, and that our passion had taken over. They were polite, but they couldn't keep their eyes off Cindy. Their partner affirmed that there were no wanted warrants for the car or me.
Cindy spoke up, "What about me? I could be wanted for something."
They chuckled at that.
She stepped closer to the recipient of all the searchlights, leant against the police car, still also barefoot, wearing just her jewelry. "Check me out. I've never been frisked before. I want to see what it's like."
I remained passive. A cop who had found us crept towards Cindy, placing his hands on her legs. He skimmed his hands up and down her body. He went around her breasts, then all over her sides. He also palpated her ass, before patting her legs from top to bottom. Finally, he inserted his fingers into her vagina and then rectum for a thorough frisk.
"I think you're clean.", he told his partner.
"Check yourself."
His partner moved, too, running his hands along her body. Cindy's breasts, waist, and legs were touched. The cop finally felt her ass and crotch.
He then paused, "If I wasn't married, your beloved would be in a tough spot."
"We're outta here."
We got back into the car. Cindy fastened her skirt.
Cindy was still hot, "Did you see that cop put his fingers in my pussy?"
"I sure did. The other one had his fingers in your asshole."
"I almost came when he was doing that. I was wishing they'd have sex with me." Instruction:
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I was unsure how I felt about that prospect. We hadn't tied the knot yet so I only had limited claim to her commitment.
Then Cindy inquired, "Where are my panties?"
We couldn't find them in the car. The officers had them. This intrigued her even further. She lifted her dress and revealed her nakedness, while describing how she would fuck me during the ride to my condo. We engaged in sexual acts the moment we stepped inside my home. I completed what I'd started in the parking lot and filled her vagina with my semen.
Despite being amused by the photos, both of us were infuriated by Eddie's actions. We were in a chaotic state, swingingbetween anger and arousal.
That week, Cindy tried to reason with Eddie over the phone, asking him to halt his distribution of those photos. Our conversation ended up in an argument. Then Eddie escalated by sending photos to Cindy's three brothers. Now, she feared the possibility of her brothers witnessing their sister in an intimate setting. The most recent set featured Cindy engaging in sexual activities with one of Eddie's friends, including a threesome, where Eddie's manhood was in her mouth and the friend's penis was inside her vagina.
One of her brothers, Michael, dialed her and inquired if she desired them to 'punish Eddie.' She was tempted, but hesitant to exacerbate the situation.
She enquired of her brothers' reactions. Michael reported, "I had planned to delete them, but you're sexy, Sis, and I've occasionally pondered what you'd appear like in the nude." He informed her that her other two brothers had discarded the photos and had also issued threatening messages to Eddie. Fortunately, Eddie had not yet shared the ones of her fornicating or orally pleasuring a male.
Michael added, "I'm not positive what Mom and Dad believe and I'm scared to inquire."
Cindy shuddered. She realized that her parents had been added to the recipients. This was truly vile of her soon-to-be-ex-husband. The notion of her father and siblings witnessing her nudity was unsettling to her, although I still found the thought enticing.
"I want the house." This was the email Eddie sent together with the most offensive photographs he had. They contained pictures of my future spouse being penetrated by a black man. His penis was in her mouth and there were explicit photos showcasing the black man's penis inside Cindy's vagina. The most repulsive were of her anus post-sodomy. It was open and opaque, with semen pooling around the rim.
Cindy didn't want these photos going to her family. They probably had already been distributed to her friends and coworkers. She was distraught.
We endured a challenging evening, but a fascinating concept arose in my mind. Cindy was pregnant. The child was mine. We hadn't disclosed this news to anyone, seeking certainty and concerned about how it might impact her divorce. Eddie might become more of a jerk without knowing.
She had a noticeable bulge in her abdomen already. I took pictures of her in a two-piece swimsuit, with her expanding stomach in the centre of the frame. Her outie was clearly visible.
I attached the photo to an email and dispatched it to Eddie. My message stated, "Hey Eddie, you are a wimp, a cuckold. Your wife became impregnated by another man while wed to you. She cheated on you and you didn't have a clue. You attempted to impregnate her but failed. She wasn't using contraception to give you a chance, but someone else did."
Eddie was a macho ass, who depended on his manhood for his self-esteem. He drove a truck and a motorbike and acted powerful. He was still proud of his military service. Getting called out as a cuckold would be a devastating blow to his ego.
"Stop sending photos or I'll out you to all your friends." I warned him.
He consented, at least temporarily. He did threaten to thrash me if he learnt that I'd sent this message.
A few weeks later, I accompanied Cindy to the divorce hearing. Eddie wasn't cordial towards her, speaking very little. I wanted to beat him up. He glared menacingly at me and uttered threats against me. I maintained a safe distance from him. Their condo had sold, so splitting the proceeds was the only remaining issue. They'd already divided their possessions and their scant savings. Eddie had wasted most of their funds on weapons and a motorcycle that he'd damaged.
As lawyers filled the room, a verbal battle between a man and a woman paralegal representing Cindy, and two men representing Eddie ensued. The topic of discussion eventually shifted toward the photos Eddie had been sending to Cindy's friends, colleagues, and family. Cindy claimed her mother had cut ties with her, referring to her as a "tramp." Seeking compensation, Cindy requested a larger share from the sale of the condo. Eddie countered, stating that the remaining money after paying off the mortgage would only be $25,000. Cindy demanded $20,000. The conversation deteriorated immediately as Eddie called her a "cheating bitch" and she labeled him a "limp-dicked asshole."
After the altercation, Cindy asserted, "You sent those photos to my family and the people I work with. My reputation has been irreparably damaged."
Eddie's lawyer mentioned that Cindy signed up for the actions in the photos, as there was no evidence to suggest otherwise. He added, "Did your husband promise to keep the images confidential?"
Cindy responded, "I trusted him."
"Unfortunately, that trust wasn't reciprocated." The lawyer replied.
Through clenched teeth, I watched Eddie sporting a self-satisfied grin.
Cindy argued, "Those photos were meant for his usage exclusively."
Eddie retorted, "Not so. You knew Greg (Eddie's friend) was receiving a copy, and you were fine with Aaron (the black individual) showing them off."
His lawyer chimed in, "We see here that you freely agreed to the distribution of the photos, implying your consent for your husband to share them with whoever he desired."
"But my parents? My siblings?" Cindy pleaded.
A smirk spread across Eddie's face as he claimed, "Most of the images aren't compromising at all. She's wearing a bikini on a public beach, for Pete's sake."
Eddie's lawyer and paralegal had yet to set eyes upon most of the photographs.
Cindy stated, "Those photos depict me making love to you and your friends. You begged me to join you and your friends for your birthday—remember?"
Eddie affirmed, "Fucking Greg (the black guy) was a birthday present."
Apparently, this detail wasn't new news to Cindy. She only murmured in response.
Eddie's paralegal inquired, "Have you seen these photos? I'm not so sure they're that scandalous."
"Let's take a look." Eddie's lawyer said.
Without warning, Eddie forwarded the photos to his lawyer and paralegal. They then passed them off to Cindy's lawyer and paralegal. The attendees totaled four people, who flicked through Cindy's explicit snapshots: her in a bikini on a public beach, with a cock at each opening, her sharing the black guy's company, and her with a sore bottom after being touched with a large object. Cindy desperately tried to interject, but it was too late. Eva, the legal experts, pored over Cindy's semi-nude images.
As one of the lawyers made a snide remark, "I see the natural blonde I've always heard about,"
Cindy broke down, recounting she'd shared with her relatives and friends.
Eddie cut in, "Yes, I may have shared the photos, but they're just mere pictures."
Cindy exclaimed, "...and I shared so much more than that. I shared my pussy with my boyfriend, and he knocked me up while still married to you."
Eddie stated, "What can I say? You're a cheating slut."
The other lawyer was unaware of Cindy being pregnant. With emotions running high, Cindy and Eddie edged towards a physical confrontation. In an effort to diffuse the escalating tension, they agreed to a fifteen-minute recess.
Cindy and I ventured out to the hallway, where we were suddenly assaulted by a series of embarrassing and salacious photographs of her. Cindy, charged, pounced on me, locked lips and pressed herself against the wall for privacy.
As the lawyers strolled down the hallway towards an office to negotiate, Cindy swooped in for another kiss. "I'm so horny. I need your cock in me."
I caught her up in my arms and replied, "Three of those lawyers were hard as rocks. They've been staring at your naked body in various sexually explicit situations."
In one of those gender-neutral bathrooms, Cindy whisked me inside and locked the door. Her passion was palpable; I felt the heat coming from her lower regions as my body pressed against hers. She wanted my erection and she nearly ripped my pants when trying to take them off. She managed to remove them from my hips, freeing my already hard cock. Afterward, she lifted her skirt and I assisted her in discarding her pantyhose and panties. I positioned her so my penis would slide into her moist box. She instinctively clenched her muscles, causing me to explode in her vagina.
Mid-coital, I informed her, "Everyone was checking out your nude vagina. They zoomed in. They witnessed your cunt and asshole. You were munching on Eddie's friend's penis."
In response, she undid my shirt, followed by removing her blouse. I untied her bra, exposing her breasts. I bit her nipple, which sent a jolt through her frame. She let out a sharp squeal.
I continued my verbal assault, "They could view a black penis in your white pussy. There was jizz in your ass. You appeared to be a sex-crazed slut who would mate anyone."
She kept coming, but not quietly. The noise from her experiencing a climax alerted strollers to the bathroom and someone tried to open the door, fortunately locked. I maintained my posture in her, the stimulation from her eager pussy triggered an orgasm for me. I ejaculated in my ex-wife's cunt while she screamed in enjoyment.
Once we'd calmed a bit, Cindy was covered in sweat. Her hair was disheveled. She chose not to wear her underwear for the ride back to the lawyers' office. With her breasts on display through her thin blouse, her prominent nipples and aureoles, I suggested she don her bra.
"What's the point? They've already witnessed everything I am; let them appreciate the real deal. Eddie used to love these tits. He'll go nuts knowing he can't have them."
I got dressed and led her back into the legal representation. I kept my hands in my pocket to conceal my returning boner.
The unexpected sight of my wife's disarray caused shock amongst everyone. This was a displeasing development for Eddie. He chastised her, "Look at what a slut she is. She defiled that guy in the bathroom."
Cindy glared back at Eddie, "That's right, Eddie, I fucked him and will keep doing so until my last day. You're no longer permitted to access my pussy."
She rose and showed off her naked pussy and pubic hair. The lawyers requested she curb her language.
Cindy continued, "You couldn't impregnate me, impotent man. I was fucking Mark while wedded to you. You're a cuckold. I'll inform all of your buddies about you and your itty-bitty pecker."
Eddie, at a loss for words, resorted to name-calling. "You whore. You cheating bitch."
Having hit a nerve, she concluded, "You maintain the money from the condo. Use it on your friends' alcoholic beverages while they mock you. Your spouse lied to you, you sexless, limp-dicked impotent man."
This finale struck a chord. Eddie snapped, "Bitch."
The lawyers finalized the divorce papers as quickly as possible, splitting the condo revenue in two. Cindy and Eddie rushed to see who could sign their respective documents first.
As we wrapped up our affairs, the female paralegal offered an invite to Cindy for a meal. They had formed a bond during the legal proceedings.
That happened a significant time in the past. We held a rapid wedding in Las Vegas with a visibly pregnant bride. She resigned from her position when the baby arrived. We have four terrific kids and she has dedicated herself to being a homework-maker/mother.
Cindy's parents eventually forgave her. However, they don't care much for me. Her siblings jest about her, but it's usually cringe-worthy. On school PTA occasions, gossip surfaces about her messy past. When questioned, she contends her ex-husband fused her likeness onto some objectionable pictures he'd found in cyberspace. The same technology that made her photos accessible to the masses also provided her a plausible (yet untrue) denial.
Months ago, I attended a high school reunion at a country club with my wife. Some of her former classmates had photos of her. They got these from someone who used to work with her. Her claim that the pictures were photoshopped was dismissed since two of them knew about a birthmark on her left breast that appeared in the images. She was unable to ignore the remarks of her peers, and it seemed the photos were widely distributed.
As we walked from the reunion, she requested that I accompany her to the ladies' room. Instead, she led me outdoors and headed toward a secluded spot. She found a bench near the tennis courts, and we both undressed.
"I need to be screwed again. All those guys saw my pictures. They would have given anything to see me naked back then," she said.
Wanting to strip, but not wanting to interrupt her flow, I removed my clothes at her command.
"I want you naked and inside me," she said.
"Aren't you worried someone will see us?" I asked, aware she didn't care. In fact, she might even want an audience.
I sat on the bench, and she climbed onto my lap and settled on my cock. Her vagina was wet, causing her juices to flow onto me. I kissed her breasts, including the notorious birthmark, while she rode me frantically. Several people saw us. A few men watched from a doorway as my naked wife gave me a blowjob and experienced an orgasm. Outdoor sex, particularly in risky situations, is our preferred style. Her skin was covered in goosebumps in the cool air, and her nipples were as hard as stones. My cum was propelled deep into her vagina, and she went through waves of passion. I looked down and saw her spread vagina, decorated with my shrinking penis. Her swollen clitoris was visible beneath her luscious pubic hair.
She dismounted me and turned her back on her male viewers, showing them her hairy pussy and breasts, including the infamous birthmark.
There's not much more to say about my life with Cindy - she's an incredible woman who shares my passion for being seen naked and engaging in public sex.
I also sent out an email about Eddie to his friends and coworkers, including a photo of his pregnant-from-someone-else wife. He was embarrassed, and his pals teased him. We heard that he moved to another state, working and doing okay. It's rumored he married another woman, but then she left him as well. He never realized how beneficial it was for our sex life when he sent those pictures. He intended to humiliate a woman obsessed with being seen naked and having sex rather than gaining her approval.
I have the photos in a secret computer folder, alongside many others I've taken since. Cindy enjoys posing, especially if the situation is depraved, and I've promised not to share them without her consent - unless she asked me to, of course. She's been kind enough to share them with a few of our friends, including that paralegal.
