One memorable sexual adventure where photography played a part happened quite a few years ago when encountered a married guy like myself in a chat room (before the days of video chat). We bath had an interest in experimenting with other males, and he asked about swinging. My wife wouldn’t have been the least bit interested, but apparently his was keen on the idea, therefore a threesome, perhaps. He invited me to his home one afternoon a few days later. Shorter than me, a little chubby, in the real estate business. His wife wasn’t home.
He invited me upstairs to their bedroom and suggested we strip down to our shorts. He produced some snapshots of his wife from the nightstand drawer. We sat on the edge of the bed in our jockeys while he presented and described the photos he had taken. His wife was of average build, perhaps a bit curvy, and seemed somewhat shy in the pictures of her either naked or partially so. I was complimentary and expressed some interest. The boner in my shorts had grown beyond the casual interest indicator stage, as had his. Soon, we were both openly masturbating, shorts part way down. I took the initiative to have him lay back, removed his briefs, and began to stroke him. All the while we were looking at her photos. His penis was somewhat small and stood hard up against his belly. I’d only been stroking him for a very few minutes he came explosively, watery cum everywhere. He laid back out of breath while I finished myself off. I washed up at the bathroom sink while showered. We took our time getting dressed, while he brought out more nude photos of his wife to show. We talked a bit more and then it was time for me to leave.
About three weeks later, I received an instant message from him saying he finished showing a property in my neighborhood early and could he come over. My wife was away so when he arrived we went back to our bedroom, undressed, and I showed him what few photos I had of my wife naked. We jacked each other off to those, got quietly dressed and he left. We kept in touch but never got together again.
Thinking about it later, I speculated that the reason he was exploring threesomes might be her dissatisfaction with his quick ejaculation, and that he, like me, also harbored homosexual urges in his closet.
‘What intrigued be about those experiences was the powerful sexual stimulation from images of “real” women, especially other men’s wives or girlfriends. Much stronger stimulus than any commercial pornography.