0 comments/ 20320 views/ 0 favorites Sherry Ch. 01 By: Bulgakov "C'mon in, Sherry," he said. Ron was a little nervous, but hoped he was hiding it well. He stepped back from the door to let the woman into the foyer. 0 0 0 This was all his wife's idea. He'd been an amateur photographer for years, mostly landscapes, travel shots, family photos, stuff like that. He'd gotten honorable mention in a national contest for a silhouette shot he took of the Temple of Poseidon at Sounion Bay in Greece. But secretly, he'd always wanted to photograph a nude model. He'd kept it to himself for many years, but this year the subject came up when Anna took art lessons at the local community college. One day, she came home and showed him her sketches of a slightly pudgy older man who was nude. "Wow! How did you feel about painting this guy?" he asked. His wife had always been modest to the point of being a prude, but she'd never actually said how she felt about other people being naked. "It was no big deal, really. Artists have to learn this. I thought it would be awkward, but after a while, it was just like painting a bowl of fruit or something." One thing led to another, and Roger mentioned he'd always wanted to try nude photography. "No way I'm doing that!" she cried. "Those things always end up on the internet!" "No, not you, silly! It would be kind of hard for me to be professional about taking pictures of my own wife." "You don't think I look good enough?" "You'd look fantastic, honey. But I don't think I could control you the way I would a model. Let's just forget about it, ok?" And they did, at least for a couple of weeks. One afternoon after work, Anna started talking about her day while they fixed dinner. "I saw Sherry this morning. She and Keith are finally getting a divorce." Keith and Sherry were probably the world's worst-matched couple. He was a nerdy, quiet type who just wanted a mundane life -- go to work every day, come home to dinner with the family, watch some TV, then go to bed. He was pretty much a dull guy whose dream life would bore anyone with a heart or brain. Sherry had both. They had come from conservative missionary families. He'd spent much of his childhood in Mexico, while she'd grown up in Egypt. Their parents met between missions at their home church in Arizona. They decided early on that Keith and Sherry would be a missionary dream team -- by the time Keith was in college and Sherry was in high school, their engagement and wedding was a foregone conclusion. By the time they'd been married for five years and had three kids, the divorce was a foregone conclusion, too. Sherry was statuesque, with a model's face and figure. She loved to wear miniskirts to show off her lovely legs, but wasn't very adept at sitting modestly. Her runner's thighs pushed her knees outward, and Ron usually knew what color Sherry's panties were before she left after an evening of dinner and talk. Occasionally, she'd catch him sneaking a peek. He didn't care -- if she didn't want him to see, why did she dress like that? But the stunning first impression she made because of her looks was eventually overcome by the realization that, behind the hazel eyes of this life-long, stay-at-home mom, was a first class intellect. Ron suspected she just might be a genius. He'd read in an Einstein biography that it was Einstein's habit to utter non sequitors. Only years later would people realize that, rather than changing the subject, he was simply making a leap of logic they were incapable of following at the time. Sherry was like that. Her spirit and intellect were wasted on Keith. Even emotionally, he was a child. She would have left many years ago, but felt a strong commitment to raise the children in a stable home. Now, here she was in her early 40's, her youngest child was ready to leave home, and so was she. "We knew that was coming," he replied, shaking his head as if the only mistake had been waiting so long. "Yeah, but she's worried. Less than a year of college and no job experience, ever." "C'mon. It's Sherry. She can do anything she wants if she puts her mind to it." "She can, but she has to make money first. No one is putting up signs saying "Genius Wanted, No Experience Necessary." "Guess you're right. Does she have any ideas?" "I'm glad you asked. In high school, a friend had told her she should be a model. She told me that thought kept creeping into her head every time she considered leaving Keith. Then I mentioned you were interested in hiring a model. What do you think?" "What? I never said that! Why did you tell her that?" "Oh, come on. You said you wanted to take some nude photos. Well, here's your chance." "Did you tell her she would have to take her clothes off?" "Yes, dear. She didn't blink. She said she'd get back to me when she found out what the rate was. She already called this afternoon -- she said the community college pays $65 an hour. She's not ready for a group of strangers, and she doesn't have experience, so she's willing to take $50 an hour to start. You know we have the money, so here's your chance. I even scheduled her for this Saturday for three hours. I'm taking the boys to the museum. You'll have her from 10 till 1. How about it?" Ron objected at first, made all the excuses he could -- he didn't have the right equipment, needed to do some research on lighting and angles, wasn't sure about taking pictures of a friend. In the end, it didn't matter. His wife insisted because Sherry needed the money. 0 0 0 Sherry Ch. 02 And now here he was. A very nervous Sherry stepped into the house and looked around. "Don't worry, Sherry. They've all gone to the museum. They won't be home till after 2." "Where do you want me?" she said. It was a strange opening question, but he decided to calm her down first. "Just relax, Sherry. Come in, sit down, and let me get you some tea." "I'd rather have something a little stronger. Do you still have some of that wine from dinner the other night?" "Sure, most of the bottle. Let me get it for you." Sherry sat on the couch as Ron walked into the kitchen. He came back with a bottle of burgundy and one snifter. "I don't drink when I'm taking pictures. You don't mind, do you?" "I'm the one who needs the drink. Fill that glass up." Ron did as he was told, and Sherry took a big gulp of wine. "You're the only person I'd dream of doing this with, Ron. Please be patient. You know I've never tried anything like this before." "Neither have I. Let's just play it by ear. You're going to be a great model. And don't worry -- nothing risqué yet. I want to start with just traditional portraits. The clothes you're wearing will be fine to start." Sherry was dressed in faded blue jeans, snug but not tight. She was wearing a plaid men's shirt and sandals. She had brunette hair with natural gold highlights (Ron thought outdoors would be best to bring that out, but that would be for another day). "I set these lights up to get you in front of the fireplace. Just stand by the mantle, face towards me with one hand on the shelf. Good. Now relax." Ron looked at her through the viewfinder. He zoomed in on her face -- nice kind of half smile, lips slightly parted, pale, barely noticeable freckles across her cheeks, and those hazel eyes, looking back at him, trying to understand him, the situation, everything. Even through the camera, he was lost in those eyes, trying to read what was going on behind them. "Are you just going to look, or are you going to take some pictures?" Sherry asked. "Sorry. I'm trying to frame the shot. I'm not sure yet what I want here." "Why don't you just start taking pictures and let it come to you?" "Ok. Listen to the shutter. Every other click, make a change in pose or expression. If you relax and have fun, the pictures will be better." Sherry took a deep breath and said, "Ok. Shoot!" Ron began snapping away -- head shots, full length, front, side, back. As he shot, he began to realize just how beautiful Sherry was. She was a natural, playing for the camera (or was it for him?), showing not just her face and figure, but her spirit, too. After a few minutes, he stopped. "That should do it for here. You're doing great! Can we go out to the back yard? I want some head shots in natural light. I think your hair should look great in the sun." "You think? Keith always said so." Sherry brushed past him, opened the sliding glass doors, and stepped into the overgrown back yard. Anna called it her jungle -- trees, honeysuckle vines, flowers, shrubs all growing together so closely the neighboring houses were completely obscured. "How about sitting in the swing?" There was an old swing tied to the branch of the oak tree in the center of the yard. Sherry sat down, then smiled. "I haven't been on a swing in years!" She giggled, and then started swinging. Ron took pictures as fast as he could, glad that the bright sunlight allowed him to use a faster shutter speed. He hoped the carefree joy on her face came through on the photos. "Ok, that's enough! You're working here, remember? You're not supposed to have fun," Ron teased her. "Oh, sorry, boss. Where do you want me now?" She seemed to like saying that. "How about over here in this tall grass? I love the color -- it will add a lot to your smile." He said it, but realized immediately green might not be her color. As soon as she stretched out in the grass, he knew she was fine there, too. He was starting to think ahead, though. After a few minutes, he asked her to go back into the house. "We should take a break. How about another glass of wine?" "Sounds good to me." They went back in together and Sherry sat down and poured herself more wine. "I'm going upstairs to change film. Put some music on if you want." "Thanks. I'll just look over your books." She stood up and faced the bookcase as he walked up the stairs. Halfway up, he stopped and asked her, "Would you mind changing into something else?" "I didn't bring any clothes with me. What would I wear?" "If you can wear Anna's swimsuit, you can probably wear pretty much anything she owns. But I want to get your legs, if you're ready for that." "Let me finish this wine and I'll be ready for anything!" "Ok, I'll be down in a few minutes." He went upstairs, changed film, then found one of Anna's tank tops and a pair of bikini panties, both black. Was Sherry really ready for this? Sherry's third glass of wine had her glowing by the time he came down. He walked over to her and held out the top and panties. "Will you try this on?" "Stay here," she ordered, then walked into the kitchen, glancing over her shoulder to make sure he didn't follow. He could hear her movements as she kicked off her sandals, slipped out of her jeans and shirt, then a few more minutes and out she came. She was stunning! When Anna had first introduced them, he'd immediately wondered how she'd look naked. Now he could imagine. But there was a slight problem. "Uh, Sherry, that white bra shows through the shirt. You're gonna have to take it off." "I know, I know," she shrugged. She hesitated, perhaps wondering if she really needed the privacy of the kitchen, but then walked away. He watched her move, eyes fixed on her tight little butt squeezed into those black panties. He took a few moments to rearrange himself in his pants. His physical reaction to seeing Sherry in just his wife's underwear was instantaneous, strong, and uncontrollable. No way to hide his erection, but maybe Sherry wouldn't look in that direction. Of course, he was still looking down at himself, trying to see how obvious it was, when she returned. "Oh, my, Ron!" She was looking right at it. "I'm so sorry, Sherry! I know I'm not supposed to react like this! I mean, this is new for me, too, remember!" "You know what, Ron? If it doesn't bother you, it's not gonna bother me. In a way, I'm flattered. I wasn't sure I could still have that effect on men." "Thanks for being so understanding. Ok, I need to get a look at you through the lens now that you're wearing black." He pulled the camera up, then took his time viewing her, starting at her feet, moving up her lower legs, then those muscular runner's thighs, pausing a bit to appreciate the slight pubic bulge in the crotch of her panties, then the slice of bare midriff below the tank top, and up to her breasts. Sherry had always dressed to emphasize her legs. Quite successfully, apparently, since Ron had not, up until this moment, thought much about her chest. Now, through his lens, he was staring at what just might be the most perfect set of boobs he'd ever seen -- round, firm, hanging just enough for him to know they were natural, and stretching the material of the shirt much more than his wife's figure would. He zoomed in and focused on the nipple of the right breast and breathed just a bit faster as he saw that it was erect. He looked up over the camera, first at her breasts, then up to her face. She was grinning at him. "Guess this is, uh, stimulating for me, too. What should I do now?" As she spoke, she raised her arms up, almost cheerleader fashion, creating a jiggle effect. He completely forgot his camera and almost dropped it. "Shit!" he said, fumbling and catching his camera just in time. He took a slow, deep breath, then said, "Let's see. How about if you stand in front of the sliding doors? It'll create a nice silhouette effect." His voice was a little shaky. His cock had been throbbing and engorged for a few minutes now. The feeling was a little uncomfortable, but incredible at the same time. He followed Sherry as she positioned herself in front of the door. "How's this?" She turned sideways, leaned forward a bit, and he got a beautiful outline of her figure, breasts enhanced by her position, hard nipples becoming a focal point in the natural light from outside. "Don't move!" he ordered. Instead, he was the one who moved, taking her from every angle. Now he did seem to forget about her a little, since he had the perfect model and a great pose. He snapped her full figure, then moved in for shots of angles, curves, shapes and shadows that are the art of a woman's body. It had almost ceased to be erotic, but then he decided to go a bit further. "Sherry, this is just perfect. The light's ideal, you are awesome, and this pose is exactly what I've been looking for. Do you think you could pose like this nude?" He watched for her reaction. She stood up straight, crossed her arms and pulled the shirt up over her head, exposing those lovely breasts. She tossed the shirt off to the side, then slipped out of her panties. Even though he hadn't asked, he kept snapping away as she undressed. When she finished, she simply turned back sideways and struck her original pose. "Good enough?" "Sherry, I've never seen anything in my life more beautiful. Now let me work. We've only got about an hour left." This time, after getting almost all the same shots he had while she was clothed, he got down on the floor just under her breasts. As he snapped, he gave instructions. "Ok, now look down at me. Good, now turn your head toward the door. Now look up. Move your arms more to the side. Now cross them in front of you. Ok, I'm going to get up and I want some different poses." He stood up and said, "Turn toward me, feet shoulder-width apart, arms up...you know, a victory pose. Perfect!" The sound of the shutter revealed the rhythm he felt now while shooting. He moved behind her, pushing her to a slight angle so he could get her full bare back without his shadow spoiling the shot. He moved down, taking a close-up of the curve of her ass, then crouched and got a shot from a lower angle. She was still spread-eagled, and he decided to be bold...he lay down on his back and pointed the lens straight up at her pussy. She shifted her weight a bit, but didn't move away. Through the lens he looked up into a wet pussy, framed with a patch of curly hair, lips slightly swollen, open, ready. On the third shot from this position, there was no click. Out of film. "Shit! Sherry, I have to change film again. Can you wait?" "I don't know, Ron. I...I think I want to get dressed. This is pretty intense, don't you think? Why don't we call it a day?" "You're right," he said. He went over and picked up the underwear and handed them to Sherry. "Here you are." "I think I'll put my own clothes on." She dropped Anna's underwear back on the floor and walked off to the kitchen, Ron trying to memorize every movement, every second, as he watched her achingly sexy nude body move away from him. Without thinking, he followed her, then stood watching as she put her clothes on. As impossible as it was, he found this even sexier than everything they'd done before. "Do professional photographers do this? Watch their models get dressed?" "Oh, shit! No, Sherry. Sorry. I..I guess I'm a little flustered." She looked down at his crotch and said, "Is that what they call it? Flustered?" Just then, they heard car doors slamming. Anna and the kids were home. Perfect timing. Ron went upstairs to put his camera up and to calm down a bit. After a few minutes, he walked back down the stairs. Anna and Sherry were at the kitchen table, sharing some tea. "You haven't paid her, dummy," Anna chided him. "Oh, sorry. Let me go get it from the living room. Anna said it would be better if we paid you in cash. I hope that's ok, Sherry." He heard Anna and Sherry giggle like school girls as he walked to the foyer for his wallet. He couldn't help worrying that Sherry might be talking about his "reaction," but then he really didn't think his wife would find that funny. "So you had her parading around in my underwear? What made you think of that?" Anna asked, still laughing. "I just thought the black would set off her skin, that's all," Ron replied, but looking away guiltily just the same. "I do have some things at home that might look good for our next shoot, if you want me to bring them," Sherry said. Ron handed her three fifty-dollar bills and said, "That's a good idea. But when is the next shoot?" They both looked at Anna, knowing it would take her cooperation to get the boys out of the house. "Hey! First things first! Ron, I want the pictures developed so I can see what's going on. You were the first to see my painting, remember. If I think you guys did good," she paused and looked at them both, "then Sherry should be able to come over Thursday night. I'm taking the boys to see Gone with the Wind at The Majestic for a history lesson. We're going to leave early for pizza -- make a whole evening of it. That is, if you're free then, Sherry." "Free, no. Available, yes," she laughed. "And I want to see the prints as soon as I get here!" "You guys are putting a lot of pressure on me, you know! What if the pictures suck?" He was starting to worry a bit. He'd had to work at being a good photographer and knew he couldn't just assume he'd be great in a completely new genre. "Anna, if you can give me a few hours tomorrow, I'll have the prints ready for your inspection at dinner. How's that?" "Fine by me. I do hope they're good, Ron." With that, Sherry got up to leave. Anna said, "Hey, Sherry, if you want, I can ask the art teacher if you can model for our class. More money." Sherry shook her head. "Give me a couple more sessions with your husband, then maybe I'll try it," she answered. And she walked out the door. Ron stood staring after her, imagining her as she'd been less than an hour ago. Sherry Ch. 03 "Hey, bozo, wake up!" Anna said, digging her elbow into his ribs. "Ow!" he said, "That hurts! Sorry I'm distracted. This was a pretty big deal for me, you know." "I'll bet. I'm going upstairs. The boys wore me out today and we're going hiking in the canyon tomorrow, since you need time in the darkroom. I'm going to take a little nap," she said coyly. Her arched eyebrow and grin were signs he knew well. Was this a turn-on for her, too? He got the answer to that question sooner than he expected. He talked a little to his sons about their day, then told them he was going to lie down for a while. He wasn't sure what to expect from Anna, but he was still pretty horny from his session with Sherry. He went upstairs, then opened the bedroom door quietly. He walked in and gaped at his wife, lying on the bed, posing seductively in the same black underwear Sherry had worn. "Do I look as good as Sherry?" "Oh, honey, better!" he closed the door behind him, then moved toward her. "You're way overdressed! Drop those pants, buddy!" she told him. He did more than that -- he threw all his clothes off. His hard-on was throbbing as he approached the bed. His wife stopped him before he could join her. "Let me play, first," she said, taking his cock into her hands as she sat up. He looked down, watching her as she ran her fingertips from the tip of his dick down to his balls, then back again. "Would you want Sherry to do this?" "If she does it like that..." "You do have a nice dick, dear," Anna said as she leaned forward. She pursed her lips and kissed the tip softly, like she was kissing a baby. "So sweet. So soft." "It's not soft right now, dear." "I mean the skin, silly. I bet Anna would like it, too." "Why do you keep talking about Anna? Shut up and suck my cock," he urged her, reaching out and pulling her face closer. Anna complied with his order, pushing her lips forward onto his dick, flicking her tongue at first, then pushing back and forth, letting his throbbing shaft push deep into her mouth. She let him have a few more strokes, letting him fuck her face, then she backed off a bit and started slurping his cock like an ice cream cone. Ron closed his eyes, letting the sensation overwhelm him. He felt like passing out...all of existence was blurry and peripheral, only his dick and his wife's mouth existed, only the feeling her tongue and lips made as they flicked and touched and lingered at just the right times, just the right places. "Oh, God, Anna..." "No, not yet!" Anna pulled away from him. "You know what I want. Let me stand up." She got up off the bed and stood next to him. "I know Sherry wore these clothes and I also know she took them off. Did you watch her change?" "Well, when she put them on, she went into the kitchen. She even left her bra on at first. It spoiled the picture, though, so she had to take it off." "Did you watch that?" "No, honey. She went back in the kitchen. Then she came back in just your panties and tank top." "Did she look good?" "I won't lie to you. She looked fantastic. And she relaxed very quickly, which is what I'm going to do unless we talk less and do more," he said, reaching down and putting her hands on his cock. Anna started stroking him gently and asked, "Does she look better than me?" "No, dear. I already said...oh, that feels so good...no, she doesn't look better than you. Different. Bigger boobs. Narrower hips. But you're both incredibly hot women." Anna continued to stroke him for a bit, then stepped away from him and stood looking at him. "Did you watch her take this off, or did she go back in the kitchen?" "No, she just stood there in the living room. After I'd taken enough pictures of her dressed like that, I asked her to undress. She pulled the top off first, then stepped out of the panties." "Did you get a hard-on?" Anna was looking right at his face. She could always tell when he was lying. Ron grinned, "Just like this one. Sorry, I'm human, you know." "Did she notice it?" "She said if it didn't bother me, it wouldn't bother her. Said she didn't know she could have that effect on men anymore." "So she did this?" Anna asked, as she reached down cross-armed and pulled the top over her head. Ron had always loved her hair, dark brown and silky. It was beautiful the way it pulled up with the shirt, then cascaded back down just below her shoulders. "Damn! Pretty much the same, but the way you do it is...sexier." "And then she did this?" Anna bent down and pulled the panties off, then stood back up, posing for him...for his dick. "God damnit, Anna, I'm going to explode! First Sherry, now you, for over 4 hours now." "You can wait a little longer, can't you?" But he wouldn't have to. She stepped forward and cupped his balls. He reached down and ran his fingers along her pussy. She was dripping. She pushed against his hand, forcing his fingers into her cunt. She moaned. "I think Sherry turned you on just as much as she did me," he said, finger-fucking her while she continued to stroke him. "Maybe...get on the bed. Let's fuck." He did as he was told, but even after all this time, he didn't want it to be over. Anna lay back, expecting him to mount her right away. Instead, he pushed her legs apart, then knelt between her knees. "Your pussy is so wet!" he said, then bent forward and pushed his tongue as far into her as it could go. She writhed back and forth, "Oh, Ron, oh!" He pushed his tongue in and out, just for a while, then moved up to her swollen clit. He moved to a good angle, then started sucking her clit while he pushed two fingers into her pussy. He sucked a little, then circled her clit with his tongue, then sucked some more, all the while pushing two fingers in and out. "Oh, geez, Ron, oh..."Anna moaned and writhed. "Suck it again...don't stop." He sucked her clit again, this time adding pressure with his lips. He felt her quiver and he knew her climax was starting. "Oh, this is so fucking good," Anna moaned. She flexed her whole body, arched her back, and let out one long moan, pulling his face up against her cunt, nearly smothering him. He felt the paroxysms of her body as she came, clenching her teeth and finally releasing her breath. As she did so, he mounted her. She guided his swollen dick straight into her pussy and he began pounding his cock into her. "Oh, give it to me, Ron! Oh, fuck me!" He slammed into her, feeling his dick go in up to the hilt. She arched her back and he got up into the push up position. The only contact point was his cock in her cunt. With timing developed over years, they thrust in unison, increasing friction and excitement, until he exploded into her, pushing in and gushing cum deep into her cunt. They both collapsed, with Anna writhing in a second climax, Ron feeling the throb of his dick inside her, still spurting cum. Ron woke up in a fog, feeling wonderful. He became aware of a sensation in a sensitive place and looked down to see that Anna was stroking his cock. "I'm gonna have to go to the bathroom first if we're going to do this again," he said. "Oh, sorry. Go!" Anna let him go and he reluctantly left the bed. He came back quickly, got back in bed, and said, "Now where were we?" Anna touched him gently, coaxing his dick back into an erection. "Can I ask you something?" "Honey, as long as you're doing that, you can ask me anything you want." "Were you fucking me or Sherry just now?" "Anna, my dick was inside your pussy so far, I was afraid I'd see it coming out of your mouth," he joked. "Very funny. You know what I mean. After three hours with Sherry in underwear and then naked, you must have thought about her." "I'm starting to think this might have been a mistake, dear, if it's bothering you this much." "No, that's the thing. I don't think it does bother me. I think I like it. Couldn't you tell?" The sex they'd just had was definitely more intense than anything he'd felt since their college days. Was it because of Sherry? "Well, you did seem a lot more excited than usual. And you came twice. I think that's the first time you've ever done that." "I know. And it was good, you know? And even if you weren't thinking of Sherry, I was. Is that bad?" Ron had to process this. She was thinking of Sherry, but how? "You mean, you were thinking of her and you, or of her and me, or of just her?" he asked. "All of the above. There was a lot going on in my head, and my body was responding to every thought, every idea, every image. And to every touch from you." Anna started stroking him again, but continued the conversation. "So, were you?" "Thinking of her? Not so much. I mean, I was pretty caught up in your behavior. Posing on the bed like that, the best blow job you've ever given me, two climaxes...this is a whole new Anna for me." "I want your cock back in me," Anna said, but this time she rolled over, got up on her knees, and waited as he got up behind her, positioned his cock, then used his hand to move the tip up and down along her pussy lips. "Oh, honey, you know I love that." He continued the motion, pushing in just a little, then coming back out, leaning back to watch as his dick pushed against her cunt. "Anna, you have such a gorgeous pussy." "Oh, just fuck me. I want it so bad." Ron pushed into her, then put his hands on her hips and pulled her back onto his shaft. He waited, pushed in up to his balls, and then Anna started rocking back and forth, up and down on his dick. He steadied her hips with his hands, felt her tight pussy sliding up and down on his cock, then closed his eyes and imagined taking Sherry the same way. He let his mind wander, thinking of Sherry's tits, so full, so round. Anna moaned and he felt the quiver again, imagined thrusting into Sherry as he jammed his cock back and forth into Anna's pussy. "Ohhh, damn." Anna moaned as he shoved in hard one more time and held it, cumming again, feeling the juices of his wife's third climax. Sherry Ch. 04 Anna was quiet after dinner. Ron was pretty sure she was just worn out. They went to bed early. Anna wore her flannel granny gown and snuggled in close. They both fell asleep right away and didn't wake till one of the boys was banging on the door the next morning. "Mom, are we going hiking or not?" Anna grabbed him as he tried to get up, pulling him back under the blankets. "Just a few more minutes, honey." He didn't mind. Lying next to this great beauty, feeling her breath on his shoulder, her warm body next to his, had been one of the great joys of marriage. He never tired of it. He wrapped her in his arms and smiled. They had a few cozy minutes, then both boys banged on the door. "Mom! Let's go!" "You boys leave us alone. We will leave in 45 minutes and not a second before!" Anna responded. "So much for a quiet Sunday morning. Oh, well, you have work to do. I want to see those pictures when I get home." She stood up, fixed her eyes on his, and lifted her nightgown over her head. Her body had stayed firm all these years together, but she normally wasn't this bold. "Damn, Anna, you are still the sexiest woman I've ever known." "Maybe I should have posed for you after all." "I'd never get any pictures taken, honey." "Well, I'm going to think about it. Maybe I want you to take some pictures of me. Especially after you show me Sherry's." She showered, dressed in her hiking clothes, then she and the boys were out the door in no time. They'd decided to go to IHOP for a fancy breakfast so they'd have some calories to burn off. Ron tried to restrain himself, taking his time eating breakfast and scanning the Sunday paper, but he knew how eager he was to develop the film. He took his second cup of coffee upstairs with him and went into the darkroom. Their master bedroom had one normal closet and a huge walk-in that would normally be for the wife. But Anna had never been a fashion queen and had been the one to suggest making it into a darkroom. It was actually a preemptive strike -- when the oldest boy went off to college, she had plans for the room. This would take away Ron's main argument for taking the room for himself. He didn't mind. Darkrooms didn't need to be very big. It had cost quite a bit of money to pay a contractor to put a sink in with running water, but he was really glad to have his darkroom. After he poured the chemicals and began to make the first print, he felt the same reaction he had with Sherry. His cock stiffened, even though the first prints were the ones of Sherry in her jeans and shirt. He settled down a little as each print got clearer. Even in the red light, he could see that the pictures were very good. Not all pretty women photographed well, but Sherry was spectacular. As he clipped the prints up, he looked more intently. Mentally, he was already categorizing them. Just about half of them looked very professional and artsy. Some of the close-ups of the curves and shadows of Sherry's body were potential prize winners. The rest of the pictures looked like, well, porno. Ron toyed with the idea of destroying them -- he'd never really intended to take pictures like that. The problem was, they were good porno. After he had them all done, he went back downstairs for another cup of coffee while he watched the news shows. Later, he went back upstairs and separated the prints into the two categories, putting one set in a folder to show Anna, and slipping the rest into a drawer. He wasn't sure how his wife might react to them, so he decided to hold them back. He was watching a basketball game on TV when his family got home. The boys, all energy, tumbled through the door and went straight upstairs to the computer. Anna came in carrying sweaters, leftover snacks, and some trash. She dropped everything just inside the door and said, "Upstairs now! I've been thinking about those pictures all day!" They went upstairs and closed the door. "Get the pictures. I need a shower first." Anna stripped in front of him while he held up the folder. She never did this. She was usually too modest. She'd thrown her clothes off as he watched every time now since the photo shoot. Was this going to be a new habit? Ron certainly didn't mind. His cock got hard again as he watched. Anna walked naked to the bathroom. "Come wash my back," Anna summoned. She turned on the shower. He watched her bend, saw her breasts sway forward, then jiggle back in place as she stood up. That was one of his biggest turn-ons -- seeing a woman's breasts as she bent and moved and accomplished even simple tasks. He didn't get to see it that much, so he enjoyed it while he could. "Are you going to take off your clothes, or do you want to get them wet?" "You're something else, you know?" Ron asked as he took off his clothes. "We've never done this. What happened to 'the shower is private time'?" "I guess today it's not. The water's warm. Grab that loofah." He did, but he put it aside. They both stood in the warm water with her back to the shower head. He took the soap, rubbed up some lather, then moved towards her till his stiff cock was pushed down between her legs. He spread soap on her shoulders, then she raised her arms so he could wash under them. He kissed each nipple gently before moving to her breasts, lathering them up, squeezing them, then pinching her soapy nipples. He continued down her body, caressing every inch of skin, reaching her nicely trimmed pubic patch, then taking the bar of soap and rubbing it between her legs. He knelt down to get a good look, to watch as he used the half-worn bar of soap to rub her labia. She spread her legs and he pushed the bar forward and up into her pussy just a little. "Oh, that feels so good! Don't stop!" He had no intention of stopping. This was another first -- neither of them had ever been into toys or foreign objects, yet here he was, pushing a bar of soap into his wife's cunt. He slowly moved it up and down, pushing a little further into her with each stroke. Anna moaned and he pushed a little harder. "Oops! I lost it!" he cried. The soap had slipped from his hands and right up into her. "Oh my god, Ron, I'm so horny. I never dreamed of doing this. Get the soap, but take your time." He slipped a finger into her. He could feel the soap almost immediately, but couldn't reach up and grip it. He moved his fingers around it, tried to reach to the end and kind of pull it out with one finger. Every movement seemed to drive Anna crazy. "Anna, you can't make that much noise. Don't forget the boys." "I don't fucking care. Just keep doing what you're doing." She moaned even louder, then he felt the tell-tale quiver. She tightened her muscles, forcing the soap bar out a bit. He grabbed it, but brought it out slowly, rubbing her clit gently while he pushed two fingers back into her pussy. Anna leaned forward, gripping his shoulders. His hands were still busy with the soap, but he became intensely aware that Anna's breasts were jiggling just above his face. It was all he could do to concentrate on her, moving soap and fingers to her rhythm, then feeling her body shudder into a climax. She grabbed the shower rail, almost screaming as he dropped the soap and pushed three fingers up into her pussy. He put his other hand around her hip and held her ass to keep her from falling. As her climax subsided, she slid down slowly until she was sitting in the tub, the shower pouring over her head. Ron still knelt there with his hard cock inches from her face. "I'm done," she said. "Let me rest." "I'm not leaving like this," Ron said, and started stroking his dick. His wife's reaction to the soap had aroused him more than ever, so it wasn't long before he started pumping cum onto her head and face. She recovered enough to reach up and fondle his balls, then gripped his cock for a couple of strokes, then touched the rest of the pale white ejaculate with her forefinger. He watched in wonder as she put the tip of her finger into her mouth. She'd never, ever done that. As good as she was at oral sex, she'd never let him cum in her mouth. This was an interesting signal. "Let's just finish our shower," Anna said, getting up a bit unsteadily. She stood up, turned around and let him wash her back. "Use the loofah," she said. He gave her back a good scrub, then waited for her to rinse off completely. They changed positions so that he was closer to the shower head. She washed him, head to toe, almost lovingly. By the time she got to his waist, he had another throbbing hard-on. "There's only one way to get that completely clean," Anna said. She dropped the soap and began to suck him off, forming her lips into a tight little pussy, fingering his balls and letting her tongue add friction to his shaft as she bobbed back and forth on his dick. As good as it felt, he couldn't help wondering if she'd pull back at the last minute, the way she usually did. He looked down at his lovely wife, her lips wrapped around his cock, going at it. She had put both hands down, he assumed to steady herself. One hand was holding the side of the tub for support, but she was fingering her pussy with the other, sliding in and out with the same rhythm she was using to suck him off. It was all too much for him; he felt the tightening in his balls, the sudden surge, and the explosive release as he came in her mouth. Anna didn't pull back -- she just kept swallowing and sucking until he was spent. It was his turn to sink groggily to the bottom of the tub. Anna leaned forward, they both squirmed till they were snuggled together under the warm flow of the shower, holding each other until they could gather the strength to get up. Sherry Ch. 05 As soon as she'd dried off, Anna said, "I want to see those pictures now!" She threw on her bathrobe and handed Ron his. "Can't we at least get dressed?" he asked. "Why? C'mon, go get the prints!" Anna was seldom eager like this for anything. She was normally level-headed and calm. It seems the robe would have to do. Ron fetched the folder and started by showing the shots near the mantle and in the yard. "The head shots are really good. You've really captured her, Ron. I feel like I'm seeing her through your eyes. So this is what you see when you look at her. Hmm. I think you're attracted to her," Anna commented, looking at him and thinking silently for a few moments. "Now let's see some of the other ones." Now he turned to the shots with Sherry in panties and a tank top. "Oh my God! She is really sexy, isn't she, Ron?" "Well, yes," he said, a little tentatively. He wasn't sure how Anna would react to this. He continued to flip past the last of the clothed shots, with Anna oohing and ahhing as if she were at a fireworks show. He could certainly tell she liked what he'd done. "This is all good photography, but show me the good stuff now!" Anna was even more eager than before. Ron turned to one of the candid shots he'd taken while Sherry took off the tank top. "Wow! Oh, Ron, this is just about the sexiest photo I've ever seen. The shirt just above her boobs, hands gripping the material, her face covered...she's so vulnerable, so exposed, and so God-awful sexy. How could you control yourself?" "The photographer actually took over here," Ron said. "I guess I knew she'd move through this quickly, so I was pretty intent on getting good shots." The next shot was of Sherry bending forward to take off the panties. They were down around her knees and she had one hand on the arm of an overstuffed chair for support, with the other holding the panties as she lifted one foot to step out of them. Her breasts hung forward and there was a sense of motion even though the shutter speed froze her in place. "She should trim that bush for the next shoot," Anna said. "I like this, though. Those pussy lips of hers just peeking out through the foliage. I think I want to be there for the next shoot." "What would you do? Really, Anna, Sherry and I are still trying to get used to this ourselves. Give us one more session." "Well, ok. But I'm going to talk to her. Don't worry -- she won't mind." "But I might be a little uncomfortable with you there," he told her. "Get over it. This is all happening on my terms, buddy, or not at all. Just get used to the idea of my being there for the third shoot." "Yes, boss," Ron replied. Now he flipped to the close-ups of different body curves and angles. He really thought some of them were great, but some were not well done at all. Anna agreed. "You could probably throw some of these away, but this one of the bottom curve of her breast is real art, Ron. You really are a good photographer. I like this one of her thighs, and this side shot of her ass is just beautiful. I can see why you wanted to try nude photography -- it's a whole new level for you." "Thanks, Anna. I do think I got some really good shots," he said, closing the folder and taking it back toward the darkroom. "I know there are more, Ron. I want to see them, too," Anna called after him. He looked back, trying to judge her sentiment. Instead, he noticed that her bathrobe had come loose and he caught a glimpse of black hair below her robe's belt. Was it just carelessness? "I'm not sure I like the other ones, Anna. They almost look like porn. Could I show them to you some other time?" "No! Get them now!" she nearly shouted. "Ok, ok," he said, going into the darkroom and returning with half a dozen prints in his hand. The first was of Sherry standing nude and bent slightly forward. It was actually a lovely shot, but Ron had thought the way Sherry pushed her ass back a little was a bit too provocative to show his wife. "She is so fuckable in this shot!" Anna said. "You could just walk up behind her and stick it right in, couldn't you?" "Yeah, I think so. That's kinda why I thought it was pornographic. It goes just beyond the simple "beauty of the female form" concept." "Was she wet?" Anna asked. "I don't know. It's not like I checked." "Let me rephrase that," Anna said. "She was wet. You can tell just by looking at the pose. This is a woman who wants it." Anna continued to look, but had put the photos down on the vanity to get a better view. This caused her to lean forward, opening the top of her robe even more. "Damn," Ron thought to himself, "we've been married all these years and I'm still turned on by sneaking a peek at my wife's boobs." "You're coming out of your robe there, big boy," Anna told him. "That's because you are, too," he said as he reached over and cupped one of her tits. "Are you sure it's not the pictures causing that?" Ron's erection was now poking out of his robe. "No, it's pretty much you, honey." "God, we're going to wear each other out. Drop your robe, sweetie. It's not like it's hiding anything." Ron took off his robe and let it fall to the floor. "Now you," he gestured. "Alright. But you let me finish looking at the last two pictures." Anna shrugged off her robe, then looked at the next to last one. Ron had been under Sherry, and got a full shot of Sherry from her knees to the top of her head. Her breasts were hanging just above the lens and were the focal point, so the sharp focus revealed her hard nipples as if they were the center of the universe. In soft focus at the edge of the shot was her cunt, but even with the soft focus, you could see the lips were swollen and open. "How could you not fuck her right there? My God, that's as ready as a woman can ever be. She couldn't possibly say no!" "Well, I still had film left and not much time. I wanted one last shot." He remembered getting down under Sherry for the last two shots. He'd thrown the first one away. It was no good, since his hands had been shaking and he'd been too hasty. But the last shot was a close-up in sharp focus of Sherry's open, wet pussy. While Anna stood there staring at it, Ron reached down between her legs and pushed his fingers into her own hot, wet cunt. "Oh, I need that now. Oh, that feels good," Anna moaned. She continued to stare down at Sherry's pussy while Ron finger-fucked her. Anna was usually able to pay attention to him, stroking his cock while he played with her cunt, but she was fixated on the picture of Sherry's wide open pussy. She rocked back and forth, pushing onto his hand rhythmically, almost drooling as she kept her gaze on the picture. "I bet you wish you could stick your dick in that sweet pussy," Anna half moaned. "Which one?" Ron asked, though he was more intent on Anna. "Hers, you idiot. Why didn't you fuck her?" She said this half in a daze. By then her eyes were closed and she was intent on the sensation as he started circling a finger around her clit. "We ran out of film. And then she wasn't sure she wanted to do anything with me. Plus, that's when you got home." "Come here," Anna said. She pulled Ron to the bed, then laid back with her ass at the edge of the bed, legs spread open. "Pretend this is her pussy. Fuck it. Push your hard cock into her pussy right now." Anna leaned forward and gripped Ron's cock, then guided it to her cunt. She held it like a dildo, pushing the tip up and down along her pussy, letting it stroke into her a little more each time. "Just think, Ron, this is what it will look like when you fuck that pussy. This is what it will feel like." Ron had long ago stopped thinking about the picture. He was more intent on watching his wife's hands guide his dick into her cunt. He pushed his hips forward and his cock slipped out of her hands and right into her open pussy. "Damn, Anna, you're going to kill us." But he didn't stop. He pushed harder and harder. Anna had fallen back and was fondling her breasts, pinching her nipples, moaning and writhing as he fucked her harder and harder. He pushed all the way up into her, leaned forward until he was against those lovely tits, then just stayed forward until he gushed cum deep into her. Anna held his ass as he came, pulling him harder against her, not letting him go. Ron was groggier than ever, but they both managed to pull themselves onto the bed and fall into a deep sleep next to each other. Sherry Ch. 06 The boys had fixed dinner by the time they got up. Luckily, the boys did all the talking, too, since neither Anna nor Ron knew quite what to say. After dinner, they watched TV as a family. Even though they'd turned in early the night before, Ron hit the snooze button one too many times the next morning. He and Anna scrambled to get showered and dressed. They were happy to see that the boys had been their usual independent selves -- they were ready for school and had breakfast ready. "Thanks, Jon and Nicky. We're running a little late. This was a big help," Ron told them. "Here, take an extra 5 bucks for snacks after school." Their sons sometimes hung out with their friends at the neighborhood park and would get sodas and a snack if they had money. "Thanks, Dad!" They sang out in unison. Then they were out the door. Ron and Anna had chosen their house carefully -- not too close to the high school and junior high, but still close enough for the boys to walk. The boys wolfed down breakfast and were gone. "We need to talk tonight," Ron said as soon as he heard the door slam. "You're right. I think I'll have some free time today at work to think about this. I just don't understand what's happening to us...to me." "I'm just worried this could all get out of control. The boys come first, but I also don't want to do any permanent damage to our relationship. I'll see you when you get home." With that, Ron left for work, with Anna close behind. They made brief eye contact as he waited for her to back out of the driveway, but she looked away guiltily. They both got home early that afternoon. Dinner was cooked and eaten, then Jon and Nicky set up camp in front of the TV -- this was their sitcom night, so they would be busy for two hours. Ron and Anna trudged up the stairs, neither of them knowing what to expect. Ron closed the bedroom door behind them as Anna sat on the bed. "Anna, you know I love you. You know I've always been faithful to you. We've always been two stable people in a stable relationship, and that's a good thing. But ever since you set up this modeling thing with me and Sherry, you've been kind of wild. Don't get me wrong -- sexually, it's been great. But I'd really like to know what's going on." "I'm not sure myself, really. You're a little off on one thing, though. It's really been since the art class where I drew the naked man. I've been horny ever since. I kind of held back at first, but then Sherry posing for you somehow set me off. I want to fuck you, I want to fuck Sherry, I want us all to fuck. I know I never say that word, but it wouldn't be accurate to say I want to make love. I just want to fuck. And you've been so good at it lately, that just makes me want it more." "Like I said, honey, the sex is good. But you keep bringing Sherry into this. Are you sure she likes that idea? And are you sure you want it and can handle it?" "That's the part I'm still thinking about. My mind has moved beyond you and Sherry. I'm already comfortable with you two having sex. No, I'm already turned on by you two having sex. And I don't know how she feels about it, but I'm really turned on by the idea of my having sex with her. And with the three of us together. I figure, if you can be faithful to me, why can't you be faithful to me and Sherry? I do know I don't want you to feel like you can just go out and fuck anyone and everyone. That would hurt me. For now, I just want to bring Sherry in...make us a threesome with no guilt and lots of sex." "But you've never wanted to be with a woman before. Have you thought much about that?" "It's something I've never talked to anyone about. So I'm going to talk to you about it now. Remember my best friend from high school? Her name's Dana. You met her at the reunion a few years ago." "Yeah. She was gorgeous." "A gorgeous lesbian. Anyway, she was still figuring that out in high school. Since we were best friends, sometimes I'd stay over at her house, sometimes she'd come to mine. Well, one time we snuck a bottle of wine from her parents' cellar. Burgundy or something. No, wait, rose. Yeah, we thought it was pretty." "Dear, is the wine selection so important?" "Oh, sorry. No, it isn't. So we went to her room and had a few glasses. We didn't really like it very much, but were sort of wondering how much it would take to make us drunk. We never found out. Both of us were in our nighties, and once I had to lean over to grab a cracker or something. You know I don't sleep in a bra, so I guess my boobs were pretty much hanging out for Dana to see. Well, she reached in and touched them. Normally, I'm sure I would have stopped her. But the wine slowed my reflexes, I guess. All I could think is that it felt good, so I just stayed bent forward and let her play with my tits. Her hands were so soft and my nipples were so hard. I couldn't really tell her I didn't like it, now could I? Before long, we were both naked and finger fucking each other like crazy. Now you know how I lost my virginity. We made quite a mess of her sheets. When I went back to my house the next day, I told myself that would never happen again, and it never did. I just sort of put it away, somewhere deep in my subconscious. I know I'm not gay -- I love having sex with men...with you. But I guess, if the circumstances are right, I like women, too." "I have no idea how to process this," Ron said, clearly confused. Part of him thought, "I must be the luckiest man alive. I've got a beautiful younger wife, who now says she wants me to have sex with her model-girlfriend, then later with both of them." But he was also concerned. He'd always been conservative when it came to relationships and sex. He was pretty much a natural monogamist. Until this Sherry thing happened, even when he had erotic dreams, they were about Anna. And where would this end? Would Sherry be enough to satisfy Anna's newly liberated libido? "I know this, though," Anna continued. "I'm not going to stop. If you don't want to do this with me and Sherry, I'm going to explore this on my own." This was a threat Ron didn't want to consider. "No, no, you won't have to do that. Sherry is hot and if you want me to have sex with her and see where it leads, then you don't have to give me an ultimatum. But we both seem to be taking it for granted that Sherry is going to agree to all of this." "We are friends, you know. She tells me a lot. Like the fact that she and Keith haven't had sex in three and a half years. She's like a ticking time bomb...gonna go off any minute. All you have to do is be there when she does. And from the pictures you took, I'd say that's gonna happen Thursday night." "I still have my doubts about all this, Anna. I wouldn't be comfortable with the idea of you having sex with another guy. If I don't want you to do it, are you going to explore that on your own, too?" "I'm not interested in that right now. My brain, my eyes, my liberated libido, as you call it, are all concentrated on Sherry. We'll deal with other stuff when it happens, ok?" "It doesn't sound like I have a choice," Ron reluctantly replied. "Yeah, you pretty much don't," Anna said. She seemed to take pleasure in being in control of this new adventure. "All this talk is making me horny again. I want you to get me off, but you are going to save your energy for Thursday night." Anna began to take off her clothes, slowly, seductively. Ron just watched, still not used to this. Finally, his very naked wife moved close to him, took his right hand and moved it to her crotch. She was already dripping wet. "Fuck me here, standing up, with those wonderful fingers of yours." Ron began to fondle her pussy, sliding his fingers up and down her labia, then pushing into her. Anna moaned, barely keeping her balance, writhing in place, reaching out to stroke his hard-on through his pants. It really didn't take very long. She was so sexually hyper, she began to quiver as soon as he started tickling her clit. "Oh, Ron, that's perfect. Just...keep...doing...that." He thrust his fingers up into her pussy as she threw her arms around him, holding herself up as she reached her climax. She nearly crushed him with her embrace, and other muscles clenched his fingers as she shuddered and then collapsed. Ron, used his free arm to help her to the floor, but kept his fingers in her pussy. She spread her legs and lay there semiconscious, letting him continue to stroke her pussy. He looked at his lovely, oh so horny wife, spread out on his bedroom carpet, still moaning and building toward a second climax. Her breasts were so beautiful, smaller and perkier than Sherry's, but certainly not small. While he watched, Anna reached up and began fingering one of her nipples. Ron reached out and took her other hand and guided it to her cunt, pushing her fingers in to replace his. She continued to masturbate while he stood up and took off his clothes. He kneeled down between her legs, watching her fingers push in and out of her pussy, stroking himself harder and harder. Anna arched her back, shuddered, and climaxed again. But this time, instead of relaxing, she sat up quickly and squeezed the base of his cock, which immediately halted his own ejaculation. "No, baby, not you. You don't get to cum until Thursday, remember?" "Oh, geez, Anna. Look at this!" Ron pleaded. Anna took a nice, long lascivious look at his throbbing boner. "How am I supposed to wait -- I could cum any second now." "Come with me," Anna said. She took his cock like it was a leash, led him to the bathroom, then had him step into the shower with her. "Ready?" she asked. Ron nodded. Anna turned on the water and they both felt the blast of frigid water as it struck their heated bodies. "Shit, that's cold!" Ron shouted, but was already half laughing at the absurd circumstances. The water had its desired effect. His erection ceased to exist almost immediately. He wanted to get out and dry off, but Anna put her arms around his neck, pressed her body against his. He felt those boobs mash against his chest, could feel her bush push against his soft cock, and she stretched up and gave him a long, passionate kiss, holding him for quite a while in the cold water. He let his hands wander down to her ass as he pulled her against him. In spite of the icy shower, he began to feel the heat of her body and his begin to build. She kept the water from his cock now, so it began to respond. Anna deftly broke away, letting the full force of the shower strike his dick. So much for the whole building heat thing. "We've had enough fun for tonight, big boy. Finish your shower," Anna said as she got out of the tub. "You are allowed to use warm water, but no jacking off! Remember...Thursday is the big day." Tuesday and Wednesday evenings played out in similar fashion. Ron was allowed to help Anna by being her "cunning linguist," they liked to say. Or use his fingers as surrogate cocks. But Anna was like a hawk...any time he came close to cumming, she was there with a squeeze at just the right moment and place to stop him. By the time Thursday arrived, Ron was as horny as he'd ever been in his life. "Damn, Anna, I'm getting a hard-on at work just saying good morning to the secretary. I can't get up from my desk about half the time, afraid someone will see I've got an erection. Your little plan is going to get me into trouble yet." "Oh, get over yourself. I'm willing to bet Sherry's gonna fuck your brains out tonight. It is so gonna be worth it, for both of us," Anna smiled as she walked out the door to her car. Sherry Ch. 07 That would have been fine if it had been a normal day at work. Instead, there was an incident Ron wasn't sure how to handle. On Monday and Tuesday, he'd been pretty careful to keep people from noticing that he had an erection for most of both days. He did wear a jacket, but it didn't quite come down low enough. So mostly, he just stayed at his desk. There were a couple of times when, if someone happened to be looking at exactly the right time, they might have seen the bulge in his pants, but he was pretty sure no one had. His secretary, Lydia, had come into the office a couple of times while he was standing, including once just as he'd begun to stroke himself through his pants. He knew it was a stupid risk, but he'd been hard for so long and his dick was practically begging for a touch. He'd run his fingers across his pants, felt his cock spring out against the fabric, and then Lydia had walked in. He turned toward the window, reaching for his cell phone and hitting speed dial as he did so. He was almost certain he'd acted too quickly for her to notice anything. But on Thursday, he began to wonder. Lydia had been his secretary for just under 5 years. She was a short, buxom blonde, but she dressed very conservatively, doing her best to hide her enormous breasts. Ron thought sometimes that her attempts at modesty actually made her even sexier. She wore skirts that were just below the knee, but on occasion the skirts would ride up to mid-thigh while she was sitting at her desk. He would only see those lovely legs when he had to get something from the filing cabinet unexpectedly, and he tried not to get any ideas, even when he got a glimpse of the top of her thigh-high hose or a triangle view of her panties. But Thursday was completely different. Lydia came in wearing a skirt about two inches above her knees, with a scoop-necked blouse that was still fairly modest, but did show a little cleavage. Ron's eyes lingered on her body a little too long when she first walked into the office. He knew she noticed that. "Here are those documents you asked for yesterday, sir," Lydia said. She walked to his desk, bent forward, and put the papers just in front of him. Ron glanced up and found himself staring at a magnificent set of milky white, round, firm young tits, framed by a white lacy bra that barely concealed the erect nipples pushing against the silk. Once again, he found himself looking a bit too long. Without standing up, Lydia smiled and said, "Will that be all, sir?" Ron's poor cock was once again pulsing hard against his pants. "No, Lydia. I mean, yes, Lydia, that will be all. And thank you," he said. She stood up, turned, and headed toward the door when Ron called out, "Wait a second, Lydia. I was wondering if you would be able to work overtime for a couple of evenings a week until our new project is finished." Lydia turned back to him, smiled, looked down as if she could see his hard-on through the desk, and said, "I can come anytime you need me, sir." And then she left. "What made me ask her that?" Ron wondered. Was Anna's new-found sexuality liberating him, too? He'd certainly heard all the horror stories about sexual relations with people at the workplace, so he'd always been careful to the point of being brusque and cold to women at the office. Yet here was Lydia, clearly coming on to him. Well, it hadn't exactly gone too far. He could always stop it from going any further. Her behavior the rest of the day was provocative, to say the least. Unless he called for her, there usually wasn't much reason for her to come into his office. Most of the time, if he needed something, he would just walk out to her desk just outside his door. But later that morning, she came in with the watering can and some small gardening tools. Lydia loved plants and had them all over his office and her work area. She usually took care of them when Ron was out of the office, but now he found himself watching her as she went around the room, bending forward to water, then prune each floor plant in turn. Sometimes Ron would get a great view of her cleavage, this time with those lovely tits in motion as she worked. At other times, he watched as her new shorter skirt rode up high on the back of her thighs, the material stretched across a really fine, tight ass. By the time she finished the next-to-last plant, he had a boner that could be used to crash castle doors. This presented a problem: the last plant was on a stand just behind his chair. She would have to stand uncomfortably close to him, or he would have to get up and risk having her notice his erection. He had to make a decision right away, since she was now walking toward him. "Do you need me to move, Lydia?" he asked, since she really hadn't given him a chance to get up. "Oh, no sir, you just stay right where you are. I can reach the plant fine." His left hand was on the arm of his chair, and Lydia stopped just as she brushed against his fingers. She acted as if nothing had happened and bent forward to take care of the plant. Her ass was practically in his face. All he had to do is turn his head to the left, lean forward just a bit, and he could have kissed it. She continued to work, shaking her butt just a few inches from him. He stared openly and began to wonder what she would do if he reached out and undid the snap at her waist, then pulled down the zipper and let her skirt fall to her ankles. Would she run out screaming, shaming him and getting him fired? Or might she just let him continue watching? Could she be wearing a g-string so he would pretty much see her ass in all its glory? Maybe some frilly bikini panties. He'd be willing to bet she didn't wear granny panties. And what if she didn't wear any panties at all? He would literally be able to lean forward and lick her pussy. Just as he got a picture of that in his mind's eye, Lydia stood back up and turned towards him. He had unconsciously moved his head even closer to her, so when she turned, the watering can bumped him on the head, spilling the rest of the water on his lap. "I'm so sorry, sir!" Lydia exclaimed. She put the can down on the floor, then reached over and started wiping the water off his lap with her bare hands. In so doing, she was immediately stroking his hard-on. Ron's brain was groggy from having all his blood in a different locale, so he just sat there while she continued to wipe/rub him down. And while this was going on, he looked up to see that once again, her boobs were practically in his face and, in all the commotion, one of her nipples had slipped free. If she didn't stop soon, Ron was going to make a hell of a mess in his pants. He reached up toward her shoulder to push her away, but in so doing brushed against her breast, briefly blocking his view. "Lydia, please..." he said, but he didn't stop her and didn't want to. "Sir, I think you're going to have to stand up if you want to dry off," she said. Ron stood up and Lydia stood up with him. She was still just inches away, and he could see her hardened nipples outlined on her blouse. "I'm really sorry, sir, but your pants are soaked. I can keep everyone out of your office if you want to take them off to dry," she half whispered, looking down at his crotch. Ron just wasn't thinking clearly. He reached down, undid his buckle, button and zipper, and let his pants drop. He kicked off his shoes, then stepped out of them. Lydia picked his pants up and laid them neatly on the coffee table, then came back to him. "These, too, sir," she said as she slipped her fingers into the top of his briefs and slid them down. His cock leapt out, poking her in the eye as she bent to pick up his shorts. "Ow!" she cried. She stood up again and her cry of pain startled him. "I'm sorry Lydia. This is so embarrassing. I hope you'll forgive me." He stepped forward to comfort her, but in so doing pushed his hard-on right up against her tummy. Lydia reached down immediately, gripping his shaft. "It's ok, sir. I'm not really hurt. You have a great dick, sir." She had begun to stroke him when the phone rang. Ron nearly leapt out of his skin. "Jesus, Lydia, we're both going to get fired. Give me my underwear back and get out of here!" A look of disappointment crossed her face as she obeyed. Ron felt bad for her, so before she left he told her, "We'll discuss this next week when you stay for overtime, ok, Lydia?" She looked back at him, hoping to see some sign that he might be interested in her. Ron, completely overcome by events, stood there stroking his cock. "Go on, now, Lydia. We'll take care of this next week." She smiled and left. He heard her lock his office door behind her. He stood there, hard, pulsing dick in hand, tempted against all means to resist, ready to finally relieve himself of 4 days of built-up tension. Instead, somehow, he put his briefs back on, stretching them to cover his hard cock, then walking over and slipping on his now only damp slacks. So much for not going too far with Lydia.