Becoming an internet whore

I’d not seen any real porn until Rob brought some videos home from work one day. We watched them before going to bed, and I found them so very exciting, and our play afterwards was so lustful and intense.
“Of course there’s lots of this stuff on the net,” Rob had told me when we talked about it the next day. He opened up his laptop, and in a coupe of minutes had a porno video playing. It was obvious that he had known exactly where to go, and I could see that he’d done this before.
Again, we got quite worked up watching all of the fucking and sucking going on.
The video finished, and Rob casually mentioned that there were lots of photos too. He manipulated the mouse and in a moment had lists of photos displayed in thumbnail form.
He scrolled down, looking at the various headings. “We’ll have a look at this one”, he said, clicking on the heading, “Me and my Slut Wife,” and then clicking on each thumbnail in turn, to bring up the photos full size.
The photos were obviously amateur, and each one displayed a woman, totally naked, and in the most exposing and pornographic poses, and in some with a man fucking her or being sucked.
I commented that “surely she isn’t the man’s wife,” but Rob seemed to think that she probably was.
“Well he can’t love her much, if he shows her off like that,” I answered.
“Oh, some guys like to show their wives, because they do love them, and they’re so proud of them that they like to degrade them in that way,” Rob replied.
That set us off arguing the point, but in the end, after showing me lots of the same sort of photos from various guys, he convinced me that it really did happen. “Well all I can say is that I’m glad you’re not like that,” I said.
Rob laughed and replied, “you’d look so good in those sorts of photos, and I’d be so very proud of you.”
I took this as teasing and gave him a playful slap. No more was said of it, and Rob closed the computer.

That night, Rob seemed eager to go to bed early, and as soon as we were, we began kissing and cuddling, and soon we were in the 69 position with Rob exploring my wet pussy with his fingers, and at the same time licking me deliciously. For my part I was sucking deeply and lovingly on his hard cock, while all the time teasing it to the utmost with the dexterous working of my tongue all around his cock-head.
We were both panting as our bodies heaved sensually on the bed and we sucked and licked at each other, but then Rob stopped and propped himself up on his elbows to watch me devouring his hard, pulsing cock as I slurped my mouth and lips over it, sucking, licking, tonguing it lovingly and lustfully.
“Ooo, wouldn’t you look just fabulous in photos of you doing this and displayed on that sex site,” Rob said in a tone that was filled with lust and desire.
I would have exclaimed, “no way,” but I was enjoying cock sucking too much, and all I did was look up at my husband without a word.
Maybe my silence, other than the soft sucking and slurping sounds of my tongue and lips sliding over his cock, encouraged Rob to go further.
“God! I’d be so proud to have guys lusting over you and stroking themselves up while they looked at you,” he almost drooled.
This was too much for me, and I just had to say something. I slid my mouth from my husband’s cock. “You couldn’t,” I exclaimed, “what if someone we knew saw me!”
As soon as I’d said this, I realized that I hadn’t shunned away from being seen in a pornographic pose by hundreds of unknown men, but rather my concern that I might be recognized by someone who knew me. This realization in turn told me that in fact the idea thrilled me and filled me with lustful excitement. I nevertheless continued to resist Rob’s urging, and he soon dropped the subject and we got back to our sex-play but all of the time I found that I couldn’t put the idea of being displayed on the internet, out of my mind.

One way an another, over the next few days, we never got back to the subject of the internet. It was Friday night after dinner that Rob opened up his lap-top again, and he soon called me over to look at some porn. It was the same sex site as before, and we looked at a video and then Rob went to the photos section, and in the search box entered “wife.”
I felt a twinge of excitement, knowing that he was heading in that direction for one reason only, and that was to try to urge me on to let him do it.
Surprisingly, Rob seemed to select fairly mild photo sets to view, and then came to one of a woman posing suggestively but dressed in sexy bra and panties. “She looks sexy, even though not showing anything,” Rob laughed.
“Yes,” was all that I commented in reply, not sure what direction this was heading.
That direction immediately became apparent; “she should have been wearing something like that little baby-doll nightie that you’ve got; that looks so super-sexy,” Rob said in a slightly tentative way.
We continued looking at photos, with Rob making the odd suggestive foray, but it never went anywhere, and eventually we stopped to watch a movie on TV.
Later, when we were getting ready for bed, I went to the drawer to get a nightie, and purely on the spur of the moment, took out the baby-doll nightie that Rob had mentioned.