My fiancée, Anne, been posing nude for a woman in her art class, a much older woman in her late seventies. Not just posing, I discovered, but sharing her dirtiest, most extreme, fantasies as well, even ones I'd never heard.

When the class was over I was invited to pose as well. Agnetta, the artist, wanted to try painting Anne sucking my cock. It was proving to be challenging because I kept cumming before much progress could be made.

The women found this hilarious. I'd have to take a break and work myself up to being horny again. Anne would try to get me going by masturbating for the two of us, or telling me something secret that she'd shared with Agnetta first.

After one session, when I'd once again cum too soon, Anne turned to Agnetta and suddenly put her on the spot.

"It's your turn."

"What do you mean?"

"You are clearly a perv." Anne said with a smirk. "But you havent told us anything about your past. Time to share."

Agnetta was embarrassed. At first she demurred by saying that nothing an almost 80 year old woman said could be sexy. Then she said that didn't really have anything to tell. Finally, with a mixture of persistence and compassion Anne convinced her to open up.

Agnetta, it turned out, had lived a pretty repressed life. For the most part she had monogamous, missionary sex with her second husband, a deeply religious man. She'd been fine with that. For the most part.

But, Agnetta told us shyly, there was a very brief moment when things were very different. She met a man in college and they fell in love. He was due to be deployed to Korea very shortly so, with the impulsiveness of youth, they'd gotten married right away.

Getting married meant that they had some privacy. She had been a virgin on her wedding night and was shocked to discover she enjoyed sex. A lot. She was up for anything her husband asked for and they quickly learned to please each other.

About a week after they got married they had their first fight. A big one.

Agnetta was on her knees, totally nude, sucking her new husband's cock. He was gently stroking her hair. He looked down.

"You're amazing woman. I wish all my friends could see what you look like. I wish they could all feel how good you are with your mouth."

Agnetta was shocked. She had been raised to believe that marriage was between a man and a woman and no one else. The idea that her husband would want his friends to see her, to use her, was deeply disturbing.

She went deep on her husband, let him finished in her throat, then swallowed and stood up.

"You wouldn't want me to do that for another man, would you?" Her husband missed the edge in her voice.

"I'd love show off your amazing body. I'd love you to suck each and every one of friends. I'd love for you to lie on your back on our marriage bed and have each of them take turns on you."

His answer upset Agnetta but he was lost on the fantasy and didn't notice.

"What about your best friend? What if I offered him my body and he used every inch of me, maybe better than you? You'd want to watch that?"

"You are so beautiful. I think it would be amazing to watch you in ecstasy."

Agnetta was livid. It went against everything she'd been raised to believe. She got up, got dressed and stormed out. She shouted over her shoulder as she left.

"You're disgusting. I thought you loved me. We'll see how you like it when your wish comes true."

She stayed away the night. When she came back her husband had changed completely he was deeply apologetic. He told her how much he cherished her. How much he wanted her alone.

Agnetta stayed quiet for a couple of days. Then, one night, her husband came home to a dark house. The only light was flickering candlelight from the bedroom. He stepped in to find Agnetta on the bed, wearing the same lingerie she'd worn for their wedding night. She spoke before he could say anything.

"Was it really your fantasy to let your friends see me naked?"

"I love you and I only..." she quickly interrupted him.

"It's very important that you tell the truth right now. Was it really your fantasy to let your friends see me naked?"

"Yes." He swallowed hard.

She silently handed him a photograph. Black and white, of course. As she told us the story she went and got the photograph to share with us as well.

It was Agnetta. Nude. Looking amazing. She was on her knees, hair obscuring her face a little. Her breasts were large and youthful. She was pale and freckled.

"Ray took that." She told him. Ray was his best friend. Her husband was shocked. He stood completely still. He didn't know how to respond. She told him. "I need to know how that makes you feel. Our marriage depends on you being completely honest." He swallowed hard.

"I love it. I'm truly, deeply sorry if that upsets you. But I love that Ray saw you like this."

Agnetta slid to the ground and assumed the same position as in the photograph. She reached out and stroked his cock through his pants. It was hard.

"I can see that you do." She handed him a second photograph and likewise shared it with us. She was lying back on the floor. Her hair still covered her face. Her legs were spread wide and she was holding her pussy open. 

"Mark took that one." Mark was another friend. Her husband was floored. Agnetta took out his cock. Stroked it for a bit, then handed him a third picture. She was facing away from the camera, her chest was against the floor, her ass in the air. She was reaching back and spreading herself.

"Corporal Halden took that." Her husband moaned. Halden was her husband's team lead. Agnetta started to suck her husband. Long, slow and deep. He dropped the pictures on the floor and stared at them as she sucked.

She showed him another picture. On her knees again, sucking Ray. Mark and Halden were watching.

"Jane took that." Jane was Ray's wife. Anne stopped sucking. She lay on her back, opening her legs for her husband. She pulled her wedding panties off, smelled them and tossed them to the side. "How do you feel now?"

"I love you more than ever." He was panting.

"Are you sure? Because when you see the next one, we can never go back?"

"Please. I have to see it." He lay on her, thrust in to her. She gasped and wrapped her legs around him. She put the next picture beside her head, so that he could see while he fucked her. Halden, in the same position as her husband, his cock buried deep in Agnetta.

"Oh, my God." Agnettas husband picked up speed, fucking hard. He grabbed her legs, pushed them back until she was bent almost double, her knees against her ears. He was panting.  Face flushed.

"Captain Myers took that picture."  Agnetta whispered. Her husband came. He groaned and exploded deep into her.

He lay still, panting, trying to regain his composure. He slid out of her wet pussy and sat up. He spread her lips and admired his cum dripping from her. Agnetta giggled.

"Wait." Something suddenly occurred to her husband. "Where did Halden finish?" He was suddenly worried. The birth control pill was still years in the future.

"No need for alarm." She said. "I made him pull out and he finished on my breasts. See?" She handed him a final picture. It was Jane, as nude as Agnetta, licking cum off Agnetta's breast. Her husband looked at Agnetta in awe. His cock stirred again.

"And the Captain?" He asked, nervous about the answer but incredibly horny. "Did the captain do anything?"

"Of course." She smiled. "But no one dared take a picture." She slowly rolled on her belly, spread her ass cheeks. "And now it's your turn."

After that their sex life grew increasingly wild. There was a small group that shared each other in every way imaginable. It was a short time, but utterly amazing.

When Agnetta finished her story I was ready to pose again.

She let us keep the pictures.

The Chronology of Anne