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“How’s it going today Ray?” you ask.

“Fantastic!  My wife and I just got back from vacation and we had a great time.”

"I don't think I've ever met your wife.  What’s she like?"

"You've never met her?  No, I guess you haven't.  Well, it's your loss, believe me.  She's an incredible woman.  She has long brown hair and big brown eyes that are easy to get lost in.  She has full lips and a wonderful smile but it especially drives me wild the way they poke out when she pouts.

"She's a gorgeous woman.  I honestly don't know how I was lucky enough to end up with her.  Her breasts are perfect.  Large, but not obscenely so.  Firm, but also so smooth and supple that when I grab them and feel her hard nipples pressing into the palms of my hands it's sometimes all I can do to let go again.  Of course, if you're an ass man then believe me, she's got that going too.  It's smooth and tight with enough jiggle to it to make me forget where I am sometimes as I watch it sway back and forth down the street.  And her ass melts into legs that go on for about a mile.  Toned and curvy in all the right places, she definitely uses those legs for more than just walking around, believe me."

"Wow," you say "She sounds beautiful."

"That she is," he goes on. "And she doesn't mind sharing it around.  To tell you the truth, she's more than a bit of an exhibitionist.  She loves teasing the guys with that body of hers and I don't mind at all, believe me.  As long as I'm the only one who gets to touch."  He gives you a conspiratorial wink before going on.

"She also loves to have her picture taken.  I must have thousands of pictures of her.  Normal pictures, around the house, on vacations, stuff like that, but also a lot more interesting ones if you know what I mean?"

He gives you another of those winks and seems to want you to ask the question so you go ahead.  "What kind of pictures?"

"Well, tons of pictures of her in bikinis and lingerie but also a lot with her wearing less than that if you know what I mean?"

Smiling, you say "Yes, I think I have a pretty good idea."

"Like, let me ask you something, have you ever played strip poker with your wife?"


"Do you have pictures of it?"

"Pictures?" you ask with a smile.  "No, I don't think my wife would appreciate that."

"Mine does.  How about strip pool?" he adds with smug smile but this time doesn't wait for a reply.  "I've got pictures of that too.  We both love playing games.  Not just those kinds but also games in the bedroom if you know what I mean?"  By now you realize that it's a rhetorical question and wait for him to continue.  "I know a lot of couples do that, role-playing and such, but just playing isn't enough for her, she needs to have pictures of it.  And I don't mind taking them believe me.  I've got pictures of her as a schoolgirl, a ballerina, a gypsy, a harem girl, dozens of others and dozens of pictures of each.

"One of my favorites was when she wanted to play mechanic.  Now, you'd think that she would want me to be the mechanic, but no.  One day she called me out into the garage and there she was.  She was wearing blue jeans with the knee ripped out and a denim shirt with enough buttons undone that I was amazed her tits weren't spilling out all over the place.  She was the sexiest damn mechanic I've ever seen, believe me.

"She started talking right away about all the work that she has supposedly done on the car and how much it was going to cost.  Of course I told her I didn't have a dime on me and she said, 'that's ok, I'm sure we can work something out.'  And boy did we work it out.  There were only about two buttons left fastened on her shirt and I got those undone in quick order to get at those big beautiful breasts.  She was moaning almost before I touched them and I did her right there on the hood of the car with grease on her hands and those ripped jeans of hers still hanging off one ankle.  We put a big dent in the hood but it was worth it, believe me."

By now you're not sure what to believe but the longer he goes on, the less input he seems to need from you and he doesn't really give you a chance to comment even if you wanted to.  "Of course, I've got pictures of the whole thing.  I've got pictures of her in so many rolls that I've lost count.  Pictures of her as a virgin and a whore, a bride and an adulteress, a slave and a dominatrix.

"We did those two on back to back nights and that was quite a weekend, believe me.  The first night she was the slave and I tied her down on the bed and teased her until she was begging me to do her.  God that was hot but man did she get me back the next night.  She walked into the room dressed all in black.  She had on leather gloves that went up over her elbows and a one piece suit that was see through on the bottom with a leather bra on top that pushed her tits up and made them look even bigger than they are.  I was ready to do her right then and there, believe me, but she had other things in mind.  This time it was her turn to do the tying and the teasing.  She would rub me or lick me or suck me until I was right on the brink and then stop.  It must have gone on like that for about an hour.  By the end, I felt like I was going to explode.  Actually, in the end I guess I did explode." He chuckles a bit at his own semi-joke. "It was quite a night but I don't know if I could stand to do it again."

This time he hardly pauses for breath before he's on to his next tale,  "I remember one time when we were on vacation.  We went to one of those ghost towns, you know what I mean?  Not one of the touristy ones but just one of those old west towns that had been deserted.  Well, there weren't a lot of other people there, but there were a few and when I parked the car, she got out and started taking her clothes off.  Just stripped right down there in the street and then she walks over and sits on the sidewalk next to one of those polls that the cowboys used to tie their horses to.  I got my camera and started taking pictures.  I followed her all around that little town, snapping away and the few other people we saw didn't seem to mind.  Well, the guys didn't anyway, a couple of their girlfriends seemed a bit miffed."  He laughs aloud at the memory.  "Hey, nothing was stopping them from following suit right?"

You try to reply to the question, "Well, I suppose so but --"

"Oh," he interrupts "But my favorite, my absolute favorite was a different vacation.  We went to the coast and decided to take some pictures down on the beach.  We went down the first evening we arrived.  There she was, framed by a sunset so spectacular that you would swear you wouldn't be able to pull your eyes away.  But her beauty will simply not be denied and god she was beautiful that night.  She wasn't naked, at least not at first, but she was wearing this thin white shirt and once it got wet, it was probably sexier than if she had been.  I took pictures for as long as I could but neither of us could take it for long and as sexy as that top was, I ripped it off her and we had sex right there on the beach.  Our bodies pounding together while the surf rolled over us.  We got sand everywhere, believe me, but that was ok by me.

When we got back to the hotel room we took a bath together to wash off all the sand.  We had one of those huge whirlpool baths that could fit 3 or 4 people.  After I washed off I got the camera and took some pictures of her in the bath too.  I took as many pictures as I could stand before I had to jump back in with her.  We had sex again in the bath, her wet, soapy body sliding against mine and the jets spraying us both as I entered her.  After that we got out and went on into the bedroom.  I took a lot of pictures of her naked on the bed.  On her stomach, looking back over that sweet ass of hers."

"Ray," you say softly but he doesn't seem to hear you.

"On her back with her luscious tits thrust out, her nipples so hard it looked like they were trying to reach out and grab the camera."

"Ray," you say a bit louder.

"I got some great pictures of her playing with them, tweaking her nipples and holding her tits out like she was offering me a gift and I wasn't about to turn it down, believe m--"

"RAY!" you yell, perhaps a little louder than you had intended.

"Huh?  What?"

"When was that?" you ask in a normal tone of voice.

"When was what?" he asks back, obviously confused by why you would want to interrupt his story.

"When was that vacation?" you clarify.

"The vacation?  I don't know, last year sometime I think."

"You think?  You don't remember exactly when all that happened to you?"

He looks more confused now but replies, "August.  It was in August."

"Ray, what's your wife's name?"

"Her name?  Didn't I tell you? It's Melissa."

"I don't think so Ray."

"What do you mean you don't think so?  Don't you think I know my own wife's name?"

As calmly as possible you reply, "I don't think she is your wife."

"What are you talking about?  Of course she is.  I just told you all that stuff about her and if you don't believe me, I have the pictures to prove it."

Looking down at the pictures on the screen of your laptop you turn it around so he can see it.  "You mean these pictures?"

His eyes widen as he looks at the pictures, "Where did you get those?"

"Off the internet actually."

"The internet?  You mean there are pictures of my wife on the internet?"

"No Ray, this isn't your wife.  This is a model named Carlotta Champagne."

"What are you trying to pull here.  Are you trying to say I made the whole thing up?  She is my wife, believe me."

"I'd like to Ray.  I'd like to believe you but the evidence says otherwise."

"You bastard!  How dare you say something like that to me?  How dare you!"

You reach out and push a button on the top of your phone, "I think that's enough for today Ray."

The door opens and an orderly walks in, "John, would you take Mr. Yannin back to his room please?"

"Yes doctor." he says, gently but firmly taking Ray by the arm.

Ray seems to have calmed himself and as he stands up he says, "She is my wife doctor.  I don't care what you say."

"We'll talk more tomorrow Ray."

As John leads him out of the room you hear him ask, "Have you ever met my wife John?"  You don't hear John's reply, or maybe he didn't give one but you hear Ray say, "Well, it's your loss, believe me.  She's an incredible woman.  She has long brown hair and big brown eyes . . ."

As you close the door you shake your head sadly.  So tragic in someone so young.  Still, you think to yourself as you look back down at the pictures on the screen, as delusions go, you've seen worse."

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