My name is Bill (William, if you want to get technical) Chaffin. I married my wife
out of desperation. Well, I loved her, too but it was mostly desperation. Debra Overly and
I started dating in high school. Even after we became “exclusive” I wasn’t able to
convince her to let me do anything except heavy petting. I couldn’t even touch her boobs
on the outside of her blouse, sweater, or shirt.
      Deb was without a doubt the prettiest girl in the whole school. She was a
cheerleader, prom queen and queen of everything else.
      To be honest I basked in the glow of the attention she got because I was slim and a
little bit geeky. I don’t, to this day, know what Deb saw in me. She had no way of knowing
I would invent the things I did and make us rich as all get-out. Not back then.
      Anyway, we dated all the way through college without me ever getting to first base.
To continue with the baseball metaphor, I didn’t even get up to bat. I began to think blue
balls were a way of life. Thank God for masturbation.
      Even after we were married, Debra was modest to an extreme. We made love in the
dark, under the cover, and with her eyes closed tightly.  She dressed or undressed in the
bathroom with the door closed and locked. I’m not sure she actually locked it because I
didn’t dare try to open it.
      Here’s an even weirder thing. She liked sex. Once we got going, she loved it. She
would cry out in ecstasy when she had a climax. 
      Let me try to describe Deb. She is five feet, seven inches of lush rounded curves.
She has a size thirty-four D bust. I know that because I check one of her bras. Okay, I
was sniffing her bra if you must know. Deb keeps her red hair cut short. Not masculine,
just short. There is nothing even remotely masculine about my wife. Clothed, she is a
study in beauty and from the few times I’ve accidentally seen her nude she is stunning. 
      Since my earlier slim geeky high school days, I’ve matured into a slim (I prefer
lean) geeky man. Okay, not so much geeky as studious. While in college, I became
interested in the martial arts and studied several disciplines. I became quiet good at
some of them. I longed for bullies to mess with me, but they didn’t. I think it has
something to do with confidence. When you know you can beat the hell out of most people,
you project that. Bullies sense it and steer clear. Bully is just another word for coward,
you know.
      I became an inventor by accident. I was endeavoring to do one thing and developed
another, much more useful, gadget. I sold my patent and went on to make other and
sometimes even useful things that sold well, thank you. Our coffers runneth over. 
      While inventing things I spent a lot of time thinking about how to get Deb to come
out of her shell. I wanted her to be more open to new ideas in the bedroom. I say bedroom
because that was the only place we ever had sex. Sex was not even spoken of anywhere
outside the marital bed and not much then. If it was spoken about at all it was spoken in
the most cold and clinical terms. 
      I knew it was not a religious thing with Debra. She wasn’t any more religious than
I. I knew it wasn’t because of some strict upbringing. Her parents were as common as an
old shoe. Debra’s sister, Jackie, was a beauty also and she dressed to show off and to
please. Actually, I had seen Jackie’s nice tits more than Debra’s. 
      Jackie made sure I was looking before she bent over and let me look down her
blouse. Jackie was unmarried and a real tease. Sometimes I couldn’t help but wonder if I
had married the wrong sister.
      Three years into our very reserved marriage, I found the key that unlocked Deb’s
inhibitions. It, like many things in my life, was an accident.
      My friend and fellow inventor Chuck Mathews loved gadgets. Any gadget was something
Chuck just had to have. One day he announced he had purchased a new, state-of-the-art
digital camera and asked me if I wanted his old one. I said yes because his “old” camera
wasn’t more than four or five months old.
      He turned it over to me a few days later and for a few days it lay on my workbench
without me giving it much thought. One day I was brain-dead and decided to get away from
the shop for a while. I grabbed the camera and went three blocks up the street to the
park.
      I snapped pictures of some ducks and geese and a few pictures of the passing people
who were also goofing off in the park that day. I managed to snap a couple of shots of a
girl in a low cut blouse as she was bending over to feed a squirrel. 
      Later that day after I was home I decided to review the pictures I had taken. Man,
was I ever surprised. The memory card was loaded with nude and semi-nude pictures of
Chuck’s wife, Ilene. 
      On several occasions over the years Deb and I got together socially with Chuck and
Ilene so I knew her. Well, I thought I knew her. The Ilene in the images wasn’t the Ilene
I knew and hadn’t been all that impressed with. 
      I considered Ilene to be rather plain, but that was probably because I compared her
to Debra which wasn’t at all fair. I got the instruction book and figured out how to
upload the images from the camera to my computer.
      On my thirty-inch plasma monitor, Ilene showed up as a real hot momma; absolutely
drop-dead sexy. It was apparent that Ilene had no inhibition.  None, zero, zip, and nada.
Some of the photos clearly showed Ilene holding her pussy open. Some showed her with
dildos, vegetables, and whatever would fit in her pussy. They also showed that she liked
doing what she was doing.  Her small breasts were topped with obviously hard nipples and
her expression showed she was having fun.
      Suddenly I envied Chuck. I went through the photo file several times before I had
to take matters in hand.  After I jacked-off, I found the photos I took in the park. They
were not very good so I decided to read the manual.  That was what I was doing later that
night. I was in bed waiting for Deb to emerge from the bathroom.