The Polaroids Part Two.

               Jim, Campbell and Gordon were regular visitors to our house. I in turn would be a regular visitor to their houses. Having experienced the sensation of Jim wanking to my wife I applied the same method to Campbell and Gordon. Neither of them being aware that the others had also seen them. I got the same results they wouldn't tell anyone and they were unaware of each other seeing them. I would say to Veronica oh I'm away round to see Jim I'd take the pictures with me and more often than not I'd be in the public toilets showing them to other men, answering their questions about her. Sometimes I'd suck their cocks or let them suck mine. Watching them spunk to my wife was a huge turn on. But on the odd occasion I'd visit Jim's he had no shame he'd take them and vanish into his bathroom, I'd often stand at his bathroom door wanking to the sounds of him wanking  to my wife.

                I kept the polaroids in a small box at the top of our bedroom cupboard, when I'd take them out I always put the empty box in the exact same position in case Veronica happened to look in the cupboard in my absence. One night on returning with them I thought the box looked slightly askew. So the next time I took them out I made sure the box was in its exact position. I'm away round to see Jim I said to Veronica, she replied you know I'd don't like the way he looks at me sometimes. She was right though a couple of times when he was visiting us I'd have to whisper to him for fuck sake Jim stop staring at her he'd whisper back I can't help it I've seen her naked and I could clearly see his big hard on tenting his trousers. This always got me hard too.

                I got back home that night went to put the pictures back and saw that the box was askew oh fuck she knows for sure. I put the pictures back straightened the box and went downstairs straight into the kitchen to put the kettle on. When I came back into the living room Veronica was not there. I listened at the bottom of the stairs and I could hear her in the cupboard. Oh fuck oh fuck I'm caught I said to myself. So I sat there almost trembling fuck what will I say  oh fuck.

                When at last she came down the stairs and entered the living room she had her house coat on, she looked at me and smiled then opened her gown she had on my favourite see through bra and panties stockings and suspenders. I noticed a damp patch at the crotch of her panties. We started kissing and when I went to finger her hairy cunt it was soaking wet. We fucked for about an hour that night but I was still worried that she knew I'd taken the pictures out with me to visit Jim's. She never said a word about it but I still felt that she knew. That stopped me for a couple of months but alas the cock brain took over and I took them one night to visit Gordon. On my return the exact same thing happened fuck I thought she knows she knows but again she never said a word.

                  So I devised a clever plan some nights I'd go visit my friends and not take the pictures with me when I did that nothing happened when I did she was fucking rampant but still she never said a word.