PART 1

Since then, Linda began sending me a picture a day, from a set shot by a stranger, where she was blindfolded and submitting to every direction and touch by the mysterious photographer. With each picture she wrote me a little of what she was feeling as each of the photos were taken, and I was left waiting in anticipation for the next day’s picture to arrive in my Inbox.

The following days I received two more photos, with these captions:

After asking me to wear the blindfold and lean back on the sofa, the photographer gently pulled up my dress. Just a bit, not too much, and very, very slowly.

Then the photographer touched my knees, lightly pushing them apart, to let me understand that my legs should be spread. I knew that it would’ve exposed me to the camera. Nevertheless, as if I was in a trance, I diligently conformed to the unspoken request.

This one reveals the photographer’s gender. Eventually! A boy, I would say…

An improvised photographer, sliding his hand under my wife’s panties, without me knowing. I presume that the photo is blurred because he was trembling for his own emotion and excitement. Here is Linda’s caption to this photo:

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I.e.: nothing, just three dots. What did she mean with that? Why that empty space? Why nothing to tell me? I don’t know. The only think I know is that I was so aroused, so excited, that I came in my pants without touching. No jokes! They call it Spontaneous Ejaculation…

What I did not know was that before the end of this story, I still had two more spontaneous ejaculations to come.

He started stroking my pussy furiously. I had not the force, nor the will to stop him! My fantasy was travelling far, amplified by the thought of you watching these pictures, showing the hand of a stranger, the first one ever - but you - fingering your adorable wife.

This is the photo I got on day eight from my birthday, and Linda’s original caption was:

Then he suddenly stopped fingering. I was totally mesmerized. I knew that he had pulled the panties apart, and that my lips were exposed to his camera and to his view. Instead of protesting, as I should have done, I stayed there, feeling safe as if that guy was actually you.

Silently he moved away. I sat up again, in apprehension because actually I didn’t know where he was. Until I heard his voice asking me, very quietly, if I had anything against removing my bra. I did not reply, I just obeyed. But I did it for you, Jesse, because I knew the effect that this would have caused on you.

This is a close-up on my lovely Wife’s nipple, seen through the light fabric of her dress. The photo was taken by a guy, an improvised photographer, a perfect stranger to me (and to Linda too, I believe), hired by her to shoot a series of photos, as a surprise gift for my Birthday. I was at sea, thousands of miles away from home. Since then I received one photo a day, for one entire month!