My wife’s photo

This story started by accident. I’m 38 years old. I work as an engineer and have always been an exemplary husband and family man. And my wife Lena has been the woman I’ve idolized for ten years. She’s slim, with long blond hair, firm boobs and a stunning ass. But our family life has become routine. Work, everyday life, rare evenings watching TV series, and our passion has faded.

I didn’t know what to do. My wife seemed to be happy with everything. And then I started looking for a way to have fun. One day I was browsing forums looking for ideas and came across a dating site where people shared intimate photos.

I remembered Lena’s photos from our last vacation. These photos were too personal to show to anyone, but that’s what attracted me. So I created a fake profile, uploaded one of my wife’s photos hiding her face. I wrote that this pretty wife is looking for communication with black men.

The first message came literally an hour later. A stranger with a photo of a black man on his avatar wrote that my wife had an amazing figure. He asked me are there more photos? I sent a few more photos of my wife. These were photos where he can see her figure.

That’s how it all started. I posted photos of my wife. And men wrote and admired my wife. I returned to different sites every night. And I literally became addicted to it. It was so exciting.

Then I started taking photos of my wife secretly. I took pictures of her getting dressed, how she went to the bathroom in her panties and so on. Lena didn’t notice anything. She still cooked dinner, discussed weekend plans with me, kissed me before bed. But she didn’t know that she had become a completely different woman on the Internet. She was frank, sexy and depraved for many men.

I began to look at my wife with a slightly different look. Then I started corresponding with black men. They happily wrote what they would do to my wife, and how they would fuck her. I was haunted by the thought that so many men wanted my wife.

I had been texting one man for a long time and sending him photos. And then he wrote that he wanted to meet. But I didn’t go any further in the texting. That night I felt passion and desire for my wife again. But I couldn’t tell her about it. I don’t know how long it will last. But for now I’m not going to share this secret with her.