The Neighbor’s Secret Exposed

She stood at my doorstep, her body trembling as she begged for my help. I recognized her as the beautiful woman from next door and, despite my initial reluctance, I opened the door to let her in. Between her sobs and the tears streaming down her face, she managed to explain that she’d accidentally broken her husband’s computer and that he would kill her if he found out. She begged me to fix it for her, and I agreed, knowing it was a task I could accomplish quickly.

As I worked on her husband’s computer, I couldn’t help but notice how lovely she was. Her jeans were tight, and her ass looked stunning in them. I also noticed how clean her house was, a stark contrast to her husband’s office, which was cluttered and messy. She told me that she’d been looking for nude pictures of herself on some sex sites her husband had mentioned, and I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.

As I questioned her further, she revealed that her husband took a hundred nude pictures of her every night and that she was sure they were out there on the Internet for others to see. I couldn’t resist the opportunity to check out these sites and see the pictures for myself. I also ran a program to search for the web sites he’d recently visited and copied the file that contained his passwords to those sites.

“I’ll fix your computer,” I said, “but I need something from you in return.” I smiled, trying to keep my tone light. “I want a hundred pictures of you.” I could see the surprise in her eyes, but she quickly agreed, as long as I promised not to share them with her husband or post them online.

“How about a hundred pictures a week for ten weeks?” I suggested, trying to sound casual. “I’ll need them at my house, on Wednesday mornings.” She nodded, and I could see the excitement in her eyes.

I spent the next day preparing for our photo shoot, buying a digital camera, a backdrop, and some props from the adult sex shop. I set up the extra bedroom as a photo studio, painting the inside of the window black and hanging up four backdrops. I also bought a full set of colorful dildos in increasing increments of size, and plenty of lubricant.

When she arrived at my house, she was nervous but excited. She told me she’d need to be naked for about a half-hour before I took pictures of her, so that her bra and tight jeans marks could disappear. I was taken aback by her beauty, her hair and nails perfectly done, her fingernails and toenails painted bright red. Her pussy had been freshly trimmed, leaving a cute ‘V’ above her clit.

As I took pictures of her, she suggested even more revealing shots than I had anticipated. She started with the smallest dildo, lubed it up, and shoved it all the way in. She held it in at various depths for pictures and then shoved the next one in. I was surprised when she took the biggest dildo into her pussy without any additional effort than the first one had taken.

After three hours of taking pictures, I told her she could get dressed. But she had other plans. “I need you to fuck me,” she said, her eyes blazing with desire. I couldn’t resist, and we spent the next few hours making love, her fucking me from the bottom and tossing me around like a rag doll. She was insatiable, and I was happy to oblige.

Afterwards, she insisted that I take pictures of her well-used pussy, with my cum dripping out of it. She also wanted me to take pictures of me fucking her, to prove that I’d been with her. I had to agree, it was a strange but exciting request.

From that day on, we had a standing date, every Wednesday at noon. The sex was incredible, and she told me that I was ten times better than her husband was in bed and behind the camera. I had to agree, and I was happy to continue our arrangement, taking pictures of her and making love to her whenever I pleased.

I had found three of the sites that her husband had posted her pictures on, and he really wasn’t a very good photographer. But I didn’t care, I had her, and she was mine.