The camera never lies

I had been going out with my girlfriend for about 5 years and we had lived together for most of that time. But because we both worked in retail our time off would more than often fall on totally different days of the week and sometimes when I came back from work, she would tell me of her day spent wanking and watching pornography. I loved the idea of being stuck in my boring job while she lay half naked on the sofa fucking herself senseless for hours on end. Her descriptions of what she had got up to always ended up in some long, filthy sex session when I got home and I would often try to encourage her into it before leaving for work in the morning. After all, I did pretty much the same thing while she worked - putting on a porno and sitting open legged on the chair with my feet resting on the coffee table. I'd sit playing for hours before allowing myself to cum, often only minutes before she walked through the door.

One day in summer I came home to find her sat reading. After a few minutes of asking how my day had been, she excitedly handed me her old digital camera. It had belonged to her ex-boyfriend and I'd totally forgotten it even existed. 'Turn it on!' she said as she handed it to me. 'I've taken some photo's today' she told me with the biggest grin.
As the screen came on, a picture of her laying next to the window appeared. She was cheekily smiling into the lens and cupping one of her boobs. The next shot was her licking at the nipple of the same tit with her long tongue, still staring into the camera. 'Well?' she said.
'Hang on' I told her, scrolling on, 'I like them'. The next was a close up of her pussy. The lips were fully swollen and bright red, almost as though it had been taken 20 mins into a brutally hard fuck. Liquid oozed out of her, running down between the cracks of her cheeks and onto the olive leather sofa cushion beneath her. 'WOW' I said, 'this is fucking beautiful, what the hell have you been dreaming about?' I asked her. She just smiled and told me to carry on. There were four or five more pictures, but the last one beat them all. It was another close up of her swollen vagina with a slim can of deodorant half way inserted into it. It looked incredible and I told her so. She took the camera back off me and browsed through them herself, while I rubbed at the crotch of her jeans. 'You should start this as a hobby.' I told her, kissing at her neck, 'Maybe I will...' she said with a wide smile. Minutes later we were fucking.
Her next couple of days off were spent out of the house so i didn't ask if she'd managed to take anymore snaps, but I was eager that she should.

Then, one day the next week, I came home to find her naked in the front room watching a particularly nasty bukkake scene on the television. She didn't stop fingering herself as I walked in, but just beckoned me to join her. I dropped my work bag and went straight over, kneeling between her open legs, and began eating out her shocking red cunt as she frigged herself off, her gaze still fixed on the film playing loudly behind me. She began to cum almost immediately. Her open vagina shuddered and gushed as I ate and lapped at the sickly orgasm pouring out of her and she gripped the back of my head, pulling my mouth over her until she was done. Then, without giving her chance to recover, I rose up unbuckling my jeans and plunged my cock into her, pinning her arms to her sides. I fucked her with all my might, as she sucked and licked at the wetness on my face, and it wasn't long before she was loudly coming again and I felt my balls empty with strong jets of heat deep inside her.

After a few minutes of laying together, exhausted, she silently got up and went to the bathroom and I sat and watched the final act of the German movie play out. The dark haired girl on the screen who had earlier been at the center of a circle of about 10 men, desperately sucking every cock around her, was drenched in semen from head to toe. But now she was laying with her back to the floor, with two guys lazily fucking her at either end as she gently moaned along to their soft grunting. The three of them looked exhausted and the penis between her lips was hardly erect as it slowly plunged in and out of her cum caked face, collecting thick streaks of spunk from the sides of her mouth along it's shaft. As I watched, I imagined my girlfriend laying there, sucking at my tired dick, while some random guest screwed her with his last strength. Our mixed seed coating her entire body from hours of play. I pulled my dick back out of my jeans to imagine this through, as I heard the shower turn on in the bathroom. Then I spotted her camera under a magazine on the coffee table in front of me.

As I turned it on, an image of her sat grinning and topless flashed up. Next was an extreme close-up of a finger pushing into her anus. The following two were practically identical, apparently taken from the arm of the sofa on a self timer, she was lifting her hips up to the screen with her legs above her head, her asshole wide open, the flash highlighting its crimson interior. The buttocks were rosy, as though she'd somehow given herself a hiding and dripping in what looked like a slimy white grease that I assumed was lubricant. She must have been wildly horny all day and I cursed myself that I hadn't been there to help out.
Then, clicking to the next image, my heart nearly jumped out of my throat.

There on the screen was a highly blurred close-up of her face from the side, fuzzy, but unmistakably hers, and in her mouth was what looked like a thick cock. I stared at it unbelieving, frantically trying to make out if it was the real thing or a new sex toy I hadn't yet seen. Then I clicked right on the camera and there it was, clear as crystal. The first shot had obviously failed to focus, but this one was razor sharp. She had her eyes closed and her lips sunk almost all the way down to the shaved base of a massive hard-on. A mans hand placed on top of her head, pushing the fringe from her face.
My heart thundered in my chest and I shook violently as I stared on at the incredible image. After what must have been over an unblinking minute of shock, I felt my dick harden like steel and realized my horror was mixed with strong arousal. I'd fantasized quiet regularly about her fucking someone else, it had always been a great turn on for me, but I never thought it would happen and not for a second did I think I'd find out like this even if it did. But it had and to my total shock it was making me horny as hell, more than anything I could ever remember.

I clicked right again on the screen, but before the the next shot flashed up, I heard the shower clunk off and the bathroom door fly open. I quickly put the camera into my coat pocket next to me and pulled my jeans up, pushing my stiff dick to the side to try and hide its bulge. She entered the room just then, still trying to wrap the towel around her wet body. I stood up collecting my things from the floor and trying to relax my mixed emotions of anger and lust.
'That was quick. Have you finished in the bathroom?' I asked 'I'll just jump in then.' She nodded while searching the table and surrounding area. 'Lost something?' I said calmly. 'Have you seen my camera?' She said without looking up, still lifting magazines and books from the underside shelves of the coffee table. 'No I haven't. Why, the panic? Have you been taking snaps of things you shouldn't have?'
'No.' she said quickly, eyeing me over to work out my last comment, 'No, it's just that Rachael was over earlier and she may have picked it up accidentally.'
'Oh,' I said, 'you probably don't want anyone seeing those, do you eh?'
I smiled and walked out.

In the bathroom, I turned on the shower and took the camera back out of my pocket. It was still on and the new photo showed the same hand pulling apart her buttocks and the long, thick penis now buried it's head into her asshole. I started to shake slightly again, the adrenaline rushing through me and I pulled off my jeans to massage my prick while I viewed the images.
The next was from the same angle, but the penis was now all the way in to the hilt, her cheeks glowing pink around it. He had obviously spanked her too.
My cock throbbed and dripped beads of clear lubricant onto the floor as I gripped it tightly in my fist to stop it exploding while going through the camera's contents. There were shots taken from above of her giving head, licking his balls and being fucked in every orifice. All in all, there were about 12 images, but the final one put them all into place.
It was taken from a few feet away as she sat spread legged toward the lens, a look of total lust on her face. Her puffy, scarlet cunt gaped open and poured with thick cum that spread all around it's edges and up one thigh. There was so much it pooled around her sphincter on the seat and her belly and tits glistened in the flash as she smeared some across her mouth and cheek with an open palm, staring at the photographer with the most serious gaze.
At that moment, looking at that fantastical image and against my will, I started to cum. Despite my clenched hand being clamped around it like a vice, my dick began throbbing hard and shot a long, heavy stream of semen out over the glass shower door in front of me. I gasped and doubled over. My legs buckling underneath me and I steadied myself against the sink and took a final look at the picture before turning it off.
Then, for the first time, I noticed the date display. It had been taken today... and less than 50 minutes ago.

After the shower, I went back into the front room. She was now half dressed, obviously having quickly pulled on some clothes to appear more normal, but she was still searching nervously in every corner of the house.
'Still looking? It's here,' I held it out to her. 'it was on the kitchen work surface.' I told her blankly. She came over and took it, trying not to look hurried and keeping calm. 'Really?' she said frowning. 'I looked in the kitchen twice?' Her eyes were fixed on mine as she searched for any sign of trouble.
'Well, there it was.' I said with a slight grin. 'Panic over.' and I went upstairs to get changed. As I left the room, I heard the bleep of the camera turn on and imagined her scrolling through the images one by one, deleting them as she went.

It was never mentioned again and I never brought up what I'd seen. The photos had revealed she'd been fucking a guy in our house, but his face never appeared on any of the pictures, so I never did guess who it was. It could have been any one of her friends or mine.
From that day on the camera remained hidden for long periods of time. But on the odd occasional I did come across it, among books or hidden behind CD's, I would always hopefully turn it on, but it was always empty.
But, I still get a kick out of that day when I think back over the things I saw.
And I still smirk to myself, imagining the look on her face when she'd got through deleting all the images on that camera and got to the very last one... the 13th picture.
A photograph of a shower door with a heart scrawled into the steamed glass and the words 'THANK YOU' at it's center, punctuated by a thick running line of semen.