Photographic Evidence

You lay for a while on the edge of the pool, naked, bathed in the poolside lighting. For a while you didn't care if someone found you there, you were too overwhelmed by the pleasure you'd just experienced worshipping your two mistresses. Eventually, your mind began to clear and you felt a tinge of remorse. You had betrayed your wife again. You had betrayed her many times, all in just the 48 hours closest to your wedding.

As you struggled into your tuxedo you found yourself getting aroused by thoughts of the many women who had been seducing and teasing you. You didn't want to be a bad husband but you couldn't stop giving in to the gorgeous temptresses. Over and over again. It was incredibly difficult to put on a tuxedo properly without a mirror and so you slipped into the nearby changing rooms for the pool once you had pants and a shirt on.

You set your phone on the counter and tried to think of how you might be able to get your mind back on track. You were a married man now, you wanted to be a devoted husband. You remembered that there were pictures of you and Sarah on your phone in happy times. You told yourself that looking at them would help you remember how much you loved your wife. But the first picture to appear when you opened the gallery was not your wife.

Your eyes fell on Carrie Brooks, the wedding photographer. She was posing sensually in a white bikini on the edge of a pool. It looked like it might be the pool at this very hotel. Seeing her fantastic body in a sexy bikini made your cock harden in your pants. You quickly swiped away from the arousing photo.

The next picture didn't help matters, as Carrie was now dressed in an even smaller green bikini and posed seductively by the edge of a different pool. Every inch of this woman looked arousing from her flowing blonde hair to her tight stomach. And especially those full, firm breasts that were proudly on display in the sexy swimwear. You realized your hand was now down your pants and you swiped away quickly before you could start masturbating to this incredibly hot image.

Carrie was still the picture on your phone, only now she was on a beach. She was clad in a sensual blue bikini now and a sheer sarong. She was stretching her body seductively for the camera. You couldn't hold it back anymore, you were stroking yourself to this image of the wedding photographer. She knew how to play for the camera and she knew how gorgeous she was. You were helpless. When you used your free hand to swipe next you knew you wouldn't be seeing a picture of Sarah, but another intoxicating picture of Carrie.

She was standing at the edge of the ocean, every inch of her intoxicating body on display in an animal print bikini. You were already over the edge and came as you masturbated to this incredibly sexy woman's photos. But you didn't stop stroking, and you didn't go soft. You just kept getting harder as you browsed further.

The same ocean, now in a colored print. You were stroking faster and faster with each image. Falling further and further into fantasies of the hot, tight body on display. You wanted to touch those perfect breasts. You wanted to feel those long legs wrap around you. You needed to kiss those lips.

A single tone orange bikini on the same beach did nothing to ease your desires. You came a second time as you stroked to the images of the gorgeous photographer. You imagined being on that beach with her, being the idiot who got to take her photos. This photographer was the hottest subject for a photograph you could imagine.

The final picture. Another animal print, this time relaxing by an adobe house. She was staring out to the side of the photo, the look on her face struck you as one of sensual desire. You imagined being the one she was looking at. Then you remembered her promise of showing you more of her when you were done with these photos. An image of her in clothing that wasn't appropriate for outside. The thought of it brought you over the top once again.

Your hand was still sticky with your cum as you typed a message to her. "Carrie, it's Bill, the groom. Your pictures are so hot I couldn't help myself. I've looked at all of them while masturbating to thoughts of you. I've cum so hard just looking at these bikini pictures."

There was a delay, it felt like hours to you as you craved more of this sexy woman. It was closer to one minute. "Meet me in your hotel room and I'll let you see the image I promised. Don't worry, I'm pretty sure I can convince the concierge to let me in. I'll be waiting."

You didn't bother finishing putting on the tuxedo. You didn't even pick up the jacket, vest and tie from the counter of the changing room in your rush. You ran to your hotel room, images of Carrie dancing through your head. The door was slightly open and you entered, hoping the sexy woman would give you more photos.