I was backing up my girlfriend's computer to build her a new one and quickly found a bunch of videos. As soon as I realized what they were I pretended not to notice and when she wasn't home I watched one. It was of her ex and she started to play with his dick and give him a so-so blowjob. To my relief he was on the low end of average. That's when the other guy walked into frame sporting a gargantuan porn-sized dick and things went crazy.
Found out by accident my gf was into this stuff
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Give him some time to internalize it if this just happened. He may be reading here because of what is running through his head.
Seems odd that you don't comment about how that made you feel and you found a bunch of videos and only watched one! If I came across some videos of Lynn getting fucked that I'd never seen before I think I'd I've watched every one of them.
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I met a fellow who repaired smart phones for a living. I asked if they ever searched for X-rated content on the phone. He said, "Always." He went on to tell me that they usually found some, save for the phones owned by old ladies.
My wife's ex, who I knew from HS, called me when we were in our 50s and told me his doctor told him he had somekind of heast problems. He was afraid if he dropped over dead his wife might find his old porn stash. Said he was going to throw them all away when he found a few old B&W Polaroids. He laughed and asked if I might want them or should he just ptch them. I said I would love the see her in her younger days. Kind of weird, but worked for me. I never have told Elaine about them, LOL
The Polaroid camera was the best sex aid ever invented. The first time I got interested in Polaroid photos was when I was in college. A buddy of mine's younger sister got accepted at my university, and he told her to look me up when she arrived. Amazing what four years can do to a young woman. My last memory of her was of a flat-chested teenybopper. And when she called me, she sounded like that teenybopper; but when I opened the door, I saw this cute woman with B-cup breasts. We went out to lunch and I gave her the same speech others had given me on what to do and not do. When we ran into each other, we always stopped and chatted.
One day we ran into each other near her apartment; she complained that she was going crazy, as her big paper was pure crap and half her grade for the class. I offered to help her. A grueling three to four hours later, we had a decent paper all laid out and ready to take to the typewriter rental place. (I owned a fine electric typewriter, but I didn't want her at my place any more than was strictly necessary.) She did a big stretch and said, "Oh my god that was stressful. Hey, do you want to fuck?"
I did. In fact, I spent the entire night with her. In the morning, I pointed out that she was the most photogenic person I had ever met, as I looked at her array of pics across her wall. I asked to see her driving license. Damn, she looked great in it. She was so energetic that only the camera could capture her still enough for the eye to see how lovely she was. We became friends with benefits. Interestingly, we both used the benefit option when one of us ran into some emotional snag in our other relationships. For example, when her new boyfriend had rudely dumped her. I asked if it was wise for us to fuck while she was in such emotional distress. Her answer was that only a good fucking could help heal her emotional wounds. (My actual fear was that she might fall in love with me and become too clingy. My God, those were the days, days wherein I had to keep several women from becoming too clingy.)
One night, just after we had fucked, she got up to give me a surprise. She pulled out of her purse a small stack of Polaroid color pics of her. The top pics showed her in a bikini and I marveled at her smile and flat stomach. The next photos showed her naked. I loved seeing the sharp contrast of her tanned skin against her paper-white breasts and ass. The last of the remaining photos showed her either sucking cock or being fucked doggy from his viewpoint. My mind melted. My cock throbbed. I had never seen anything as sexually delightful in my life. I had seen plenty of Playboy and Penthouse magazines, but these presented a raw reality that stunned me. I also felt guilty seeing so intimate an encounter. My cock, on the other hand, was in heaven.
She explained that since I loved the photos of her so much that she was sure I would like to see these photos. I asked who took the photos and was told that her ex-boyfriend, Paul, had taken them the year before. I had to fuck her again. While my cock pumped her tight pussy, my mouth pumped for answers to my questions about the photos. The most important question was, Did he have more pics of her? She was sure he didn't, as he had promised to destroy them. Right, like I would trust him to follow through. I told her that next time she saw him, make sure he did.
Well, about three months later, she showed me the complete collection, as he hadn't followed through with his promise. I instantly knew why he held on to these pics, as they were nastiest of the bunch. While drooling over one pic that showed her riding him cowgirl style, with his two hands clutching her ass, I realized something that I should have spotted immediately, Who took the pic? Her answer was that Paul had. I just stared at her. She went to say that Paul who was the other Paul had. Once again my brain melted. What other Paul? The other Paul was her boyfriend's best friend, also named Paul. By the way, I cannot remember her name, but the two Pauls will never fade away. When I first asked who took the pics, she might have said Paul and Paul, but I only heard one Paul.
She and her Paul had run into the limit of what they could photograph by themselves, so they sought a photographer's help. His best friend had apparently watched them fuck several times before, so it was no big deal to ask him to work the camera. Once again, I had many questions for her, such as how did he see them fuck before. (They fucked at the other Paul's parent's house, as they couldn't in their own homes. The other Paul was an only child in a single-parent home; so while mother was at work, the house was all his. )
That guided tour through her stack of Polaroid pics definitely planted a big fat seed in my mind. As soon as I had saved enough money, I bought the best Polaroid camera they made at the time.
One day we ran into each other near her apartment; she complained that she was going crazy, as her big paper was pure crap and half her grade for the class. I offered to help her. A grueling three to four hours later, we had a decent paper all laid out and ready to take to the typewriter rental place. (I owned a fine electric typewriter, but I didn't want her at my place any more than was strictly necessary.) She did a big stretch and said, "Oh my god that was stressful. Hey, do you want to fuck?"
I did. In fact, I spent the entire night with her. In the morning, I pointed out that she was the most photogenic person I had ever met, as I looked at her array of pics across her wall. I asked to see her driving license. Damn, she looked great in it. She was so energetic that only the camera could capture her still enough for the eye to see how lovely she was. We became friends with benefits. Interestingly, we both used the benefit option when one of us ran into some emotional snag in our other relationships. For example, when her new boyfriend had rudely dumped her. I asked if it was wise for us to fuck while she was in such emotional distress. Her answer was that only a good fucking could help heal her emotional wounds. (My actual fear was that she might fall in love with me and become too clingy. My God, those were the days, days wherein I had to keep several women from becoming too clingy.)
One night, just after we had fucked, she got up to give me a surprise. She pulled out of her purse a small stack of Polaroid color pics of her. The top pics showed her in a bikini and I marveled at her smile and flat stomach. The next photos showed her naked. I loved seeing the sharp contrast of her tanned skin against her paper-white breasts and ass. The last of the remaining photos showed her either sucking cock or being fucked doggy from his viewpoint. My mind melted. My cock throbbed. I had never seen anything as sexually delightful in my life. I had seen plenty of Playboy and Penthouse magazines, but these presented a raw reality that stunned me. I also felt guilty seeing so intimate an encounter. My cock, on the other hand, was in heaven.
She explained that since I loved the photos of her so much that she was sure I would like to see these photos. I asked who took the photos and was told that her ex-boyfriend, Paul, had taken them the year before. I had to fuck her again. While my cock pumped her tight pussy, my mouth pumped for answers to my questions about the photos. The most important question was, Did he have more pics of her? She was sure he didn't, as he had promised to destroy them. Right, like I would trust him to follow through. I told her that next time she saw him, make sure he did.
Well, about three months later, she showed me the complete collection, as he hadn't followed through with his promise. I instantly knew why he held on to these pics, as they were nastiest of the bunch. While drooling over one pic that showed her riding him cowgirl style, with his two hands clutching her ass, I realized something that I should have spotted immediately, Who took the pic? Her answer was that Paul had. I just stared at her. She went to say that Paul who was the other Paul had. Once again my brain melted. What other Paul? The other Paul was her boyfriend's best friend, also named Paul. By the way, I cannot remember her name, but the two Pauls will never fade away. When I first asked who took the pics, she might have said Paul and Paul, but I only heard one Paul.
She and her Paul had run into the limit of what they could photograph by themselves, so they sought a photographer's help. His best friend had apparently watched them fuck several times before, so it was no big deal to ask him to work the camera. Once again, I had many questions for her, such as how did he see them fuck before. (They fucked at the other Paul's parent's house, as they couldn't in their own homes. The other Paul was an only child in a single-parent home; so while mother was at work, the house was all his. )
That guided tour through her stack of Polaroid pics definitely planted a big fat seed in my mind. As soon as I had saved enough money, I bought the best Polaroid camera they made at the time.
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I love looking at my old Polaroids of my two wives. When Elaine let me take these B&Ws I had to go buy a new color Polaroid camer
Don't think actually fits the title but I was going through my late wife's toy drawer and opened an envelope to find 2 photos of her giving head. Turns out it was me and I had forgotten we took a few photos back in the day, before she became 'camera shy'.
I have destroyed many of Polaroid photo collections over the decades. For example one day, my landlord had to fix something in my apartment. When I returned, I noticed that my drawer that was filled with Polaroid photos was jumbled. At least I was sure it had been, but I couldn't be certain. I then carefully arranged the top layer of pics, so each photo had one corner touch another photo's corner. I then carefully slid the drawer back in place. When I returned from work the next day, the corners no longer touched. I was filled with rage.
I was about 37 at the time and I was dating a 24 year-old who looked like a 19 year-old. The pics were of her naked body. If she hadn't been so sweet and virginal, I wouldn't have cared, but I felt as if I had dirtied her. I was good buddies with our town's police chief, so I had him burn off a rap sheet of my landlord, which held some interesting items. I destroyed all the pics and left his rap sheet in their place, along with a loaded clip of 9mm bullets. The next time we met, he quaked with fear.
I was about 37 at the time and I was dating a 24 year-old who looked like a 19 year-old. The pics were of her naked body. If she hadn't been so sweet and virginal, I wouldn't have cared, but I felt as if I had dirtied her. I was good buddies with our town's police chief, so I had him burn off a rap sheet of my landlord, which held some interesting items. I destroyed all the pics and left his rap sheet in their place, along with a loaded clip of 9mm bullets. The next time we met, he quaked with fear.
Wasn't really about me, but rather the guy she seeing before apparently was into that life and shared her with the another guy.
