Chapter 4

The next evening, Dale was online waiting for Joe. When Dale saw him come online, he waited until Joe contacted him first.

Joe: Hey man, whacha doin’?

Dale: Jackin’ off to a picture of your wife.

Joe: Oh, so you liked it?

Dale: Liked it? I fuckin’ loved it. I already came all over myself once today, looking at it.

Joe: Wow! You did? That’s awesome.

Dale: Oh yeah man. In fact, I hope you don’t mind me saying this but, I want to fuck your wife SO BAD!”

Joe was surprised but shouldn’t have been. Deep inside, it was exactly what he wanted to hear - exactly what he needed to hear. He was truly pleased.

Joe: Well, it was just a quick mockup. I mean, I coulda done better, if only...

Dale: If only what?

Joe: Well, it usually turns out better when I have a model that is actively helping me, you know, posing so that the layers match.

Joe was trying to sound like he had done this hundreds of times before.

Dale: So why don’t you invite me over and I’ll pose with her for you?

Joe was pleased with his interest but knew there was no way that he could comply with Dale’s wishes. Not wishing to lose his interest though, he began to negotiate with Dale.

Joe: Sorry, no can do. I’d like to help you out but, the truth is, Cathy doesn’t even know you exist. In fact, she’d have a “shit fit” if she ever found out I sent you those photos. Even if I considered telling her somehow, I already know she’s WAY too much of a prude to even consider asking someone else into our bedroom.

Dale: So, what do you want from me then?

Joe took a major gulp and forged ahead.

Joe: Well, I was kind of hoping that, just maybe, I could ask you to take a few photos of yourself for me? Nothing major. Maybe just a few profiles? Then maybe a few of you simulating fucking? That is, if you don’t mind.

Dale: Mind? Why should I mind? I’d love to but, let me get this straight - you want me to take photos of myself, acting like I’m fucking your wife, so that you can create “make believe” pictures of her fucking someone else?

Joe: Yeah, something like that.

Dale: Why don’t you just let me fuck her? I’ll let you take any pictures you want.

Joe: I already told you man, I can’t. Unless you can figure out some way to do it without her knowing.

Dale: Well, there’s an idea. I tell you what, I’ll think about that. Meanwhile, if you won’t let me fuck her, what else do I get?

Joe: I don’t know. What did you have in mind?

Dale: Well, for starters, can I at least see her naked?

Joe: Gee, I don’t know. She hasn’t even posed naked for ME yet. I’m still working on that. I thought, for now, I’d just ask her to do some more shots like the Banana stuff and work up to it.

Dale: But that could take months. Listen buddy, your wife is a fox and everything but I know real women who actually want to fuck me. Why don’t you look me up when you’re ready to play for real and we’ll talk? I gotta go.