My girlfriend Wendy

This story is about finding out that my dad has been secretly taking photos of my girlfriend Wendy and what it leads to.

Part (1)
My name is Tom I am 28yrs old, my wife Wendy is 23yrs old, 5ft4” 37.25.36, blonde, my father Herbert is a 55yr old electrician, my mum Ann is a 52yrs old home help, we live in the suburbs of Bradford uk, the story starts when I was 20yrs old and Wendy was 15yrs old, her parents were strict catholics and Wendy had been brought up to follow the catholic code.

Wendy rebelled at having to attend church all the time, by the time she was 17yrs old she was allowed to stay over at our house on the strict understanding we hadn’t to sleep together, well that idea soon went out of the window,mum and dad were more open minded, Wendy wasn’t a virgin, she had also gone against her catholic upbringing and gone onto taking birth control, we had played about in my car and I took her virginity when she was 16yrs old, I am not all that well endowed 4/50” but Wendy seemed satisfied with it.

One day I was looking for something in dads garage and came across a metal chest, I had seen it before but it was always kept locked, on this occasion it wasn’t, being nosy I opened it and looked inside, what I discovered were photos of Wendy that had been taken without her knowing, but the more explicit ones were taken in my bedroom, they showed Wendy naked on my bed, her pussy clearly on show, photos of us having sex, I was gobsmacked, I was angry, and didn’t know what to do, should I confront my dad, tell mum? that would have finished there marriage.

I decided the best course of action was to find the camera in my bedroom and blank it off, When I came face to face with my dad I couldn't look him in the eye, he would know that I had found the camera and that I knew what his game was, the atmosphere was a bit tense at times and mum kept asking what my problem was, after a few months things got had got more relaxed, I was curious to know what else dad had in his locked box, it had obviously been a oversight on dads part leaving the box unlocked, each time I checked it was always securely locked.

I spent ages trying to find the key to dad’s treasure box, every place I could imagine him hiding it, I came to the conclusion that he carried it with him all the time, then one day as we went to a football match together he pulled into a garage for fuel, while he was filling up I happened to open the ash tray and there it was the keys to his box, Saturday nights dad took mum out to pub and left car at home, he would leave his car keys at home, I took the opportunity to borrow his treasure box keys, went to a super market that cut keys and got one cut.

The first chance I got I tried my key in dad’s treasure box, besides photos of Wendy there were some of mum on a bed naked, her shaven cunt on show, there were also photos of dad’s brother Alan having sex with mum,photos of her cunt after Alan had deposited his spunk inside of her and it was leaking out of her open hole, the most damming photos was of a coloured man with his cock deep inside my mum, confronted by what I saw I was shocked to say the least.

Putting things back the way I had found them and locked the box, at that moment I wished I had not been so nosy, a few weeks went by as I turned it over in my mind at what I had discovered, I’d find myself looking at mum and picturing her with a blackman between her thighs, that’s when I began getting aroused, I was drawn back to dads box, looking at photos of mum being fucked by a Blackman got me rubbing my own cock, the black guys cock was at least 9” and thick, what amazed me was that mum was taking it all, without realising I had released my own cock and was wanking myself off looking at my mum being fucked by a blackman.

When Wendy and I had sex I had only to picture mum with that black cock up her cunt and I was spurting my own seed into Wendy, the camera dad had hidden in my bedroom was still blanked off, dad obviously would know I had found it by now but dare not clear the lens, the thought of my dad watching me and Wendy having sex started to get me aroused, the more I thought about it the more daring I was about to become.

The next time Wendy stayed over I had cleaned dads hidden camera lens, when Wendy and I had sex I displayed Wendy so that her pussy was on show, we had always had sex in missionary position, this time I got Wendy on top of me, dad would be able to see my cock in Wendy’s cunt, a week later I looked in dads treasure box and sure enough there were photos of Wendy with my cock up her, he didn’t say anything but from the looks he gave me at the dinner table he knew he had me onside.

When Wendy and I went on holiday together I took lots of photos of her in her bikini, when we got back I showed mum and dad the photos, when dad saw the photos of Wendy in her tiny bikini he caught my eye and smiled, she was 18yrs old and my dad was 52yrs old at that time, I had no doubt that he had a hard on while looking at my scantily clad girlfriend, when he got me on my own a few days later he cheekily made a comment about Wendy looking a fit little thing.

As time went on dad’s comments about Wendy became more and more explicit, I couldn’t believe it when one day dad asked me if Wendy had ever had let anyone else have sex with her, at first I was gobsmacked and didn’t reply to his question, undeterred he kept at me until I told him that I was the only one Wendy had had sex with, he kept getting boulder in his comments until one day he said he thought Wendy looked photogenic, that he had a friend who was looking for a young lady to pose for him modelling clothes.

I told dad that Wendy would never do anything like that, he said why not she has only to pose wearing different outfits, the money would be a lot more than she was earning in the supermarket where she worked, I told Wendy what dad had said and to my surprise she was interested in what was on offer, when I told dad that Wendy was interested his eyes lit up, he arranged for Wendy to meet his friend, when Wendy returned after what was supposed to be a interview to her suitability, she said she had been offered £25 a hour, her pay at the supermarket was £8.75 a hour, it was only part time work modelling so she could keep ker job at the supermarket.

The first few times Wendy went modelling she came home well pleased at how things had gone, Tony who was about my dads age and Harry who was near on 70yrs old and like a kindly grandfather figure had treated her with respect, she even came home with new clothes they had given her,these kindly gestures lasted a few months, then Tony asked if she would be interested in modelling underwear, nothing too risk he assured her, the pay went up to £35 a hour, the thought of the extra money was enough to convince Wendy.

A few months went by then one night when I picked Wendy up after a modelling session she was in tears, she was unsteady on her feet and her speech was slurred, she was unsure what had happened other than accepting a drink off Harry, after that she had not much recollection of what happened, the next thing she could remember was walking out the door, she thought she might have been sexually assaulted, she was determined that she was done with modelling, I noticed that when we had sex later that her pussy felt different, it felt swollen and Wendy said it was sore, I know it we more sticky and slimy than it usually was.

It was a few weeks later when Wendy told me Tony had phoned her to say he wanted her to come to his studio the following night, Wendy told him that she was done with him and his modelling, that she wanted to know what had happened the last time she was there, Tony said that she couldn’t handle her drink that was all that happened, convinced by his explanation Wendy agreed to give it another go.

When I asked my dad if Tony and Harry could be trusted he emphatically assured me that Tony was a upright trustworthy person, he said that Wendy was imagining things, that she couldn’t handle her drink, when I asked how he knew she couldn’t handle her drink he admitted that he had been there, he said after a drink she started behaving like a little slut. I said what did he mean by that, my dad smiled and said don’t you know that girlfriend of yours isn’t as innocent as you think she is.