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Nancy's Seattle Adventures Ch. 01

By: Calvin427



Chapter 1: We Arrive; Nancy Buys New Panties

In April I was invited, along with several other UC-Berkeley grad students, to a Thursday-through-Saturday conference on migration studies at the University of Washington. My wife Nancy got two days off from work to go with me to Seattle, and we immediately, of course, began thinking of ways of getting her into interesting sexual situations.

We flew up on Wednesday morning, rented a car, and, with some difficulty, located our friend's house located near the university. Tony was in Europe but had generously offered to let Nancy and me stay there during the conference. We found the key he'd left for us and let ourselves in.

It was an old two-storey house that he'd lovingly fixed up. In Berkeley it would've been worth maybe a million and a half. We brought our stuff inside and looked the place over quickly, already thinking of how to set up a "sex theater" situation later. Our usual scene is to get Nancy involved with a guy or guys while I watch unseen, almost always getting my rocks off as I do. I like to watch unnoticed rather than participating because I'm physically imposing (6' 2" and 190 pounds) and tend to intimidate other guys when they know I'm "with" her. Also, we simply have our preferred roles when we're not having sex with each other: she's an exhibitionist and I'm a voyeur.

But there are rules. She likes to be touched all over but doesn't allow guys to stick their dicks in her mouth or up her cunt or asshole. (There was an accidental rule violation once, but only for a few seconds, as reported in "My Wife's Gentlemen Callers" in the Loving Wives section). These limits are mainly for safety reasons, but, oddly perhaps, she doesn't want to be completely unfaithful to me. 

Anyway, we rested for a while – listening to a blues music channel in Tony's living room -- before walking three blocks to University Way where there are a number of interesting restaurants and shops. Nancy was wearing a pair of very tight-fitting jeans and a rather ordinary sweater, but as we walked around the University neighborhood she still managed to attract quite a lot of male attention. Fact is, she's a real beauty, a blue-eyed Nordic wet dream. She's 27 now but could easily pass for a teenager. Her hair is straight, blonde, and shoulder length. She's about 5' 4" and 115 pounds, with perfect though not large breasts. To me, her best asset is her high and perfectly shaped ass. Men's eyes are drawn to it as though it were a magnet.

At 3:30 we split up for a while because she wanted to buy something special to wear for later that evening (she said she wanted to surprise me with a completely new outfit) and I was interested in exploring several used book stores. We agreed to meet up at a small Middle Eastern restaurant at 5:00 o'clock.

I arrived at the restaurant before she did and took a seat at a small table near the counter. I explained to the counterman that a friend would be joining me soon. About five minutes later, Nancy walked in carrying a large shopping bag. She looked absolutely delicious!

She'd bought a white skirt that came about mid-thigh and a light blue V-cut sweater which announced to the world her bralessness. She was bare-legged and had on a pair of (for her) rather high-heeled shoes. As she walked toward me, the back lighting from the door made her new skirt quite transparent and restaurant patrons were treated briefly to the outline of her slender, sexy body from the waist down. And, equally a treat, her breasts jiggled more than usual, an effect of her wearing heels. 

She sat down with me while we decided what to order. As we read the menu I noticed that the swarthy Middle-Eastern counterman couldn't take his eyes off her. At my request, she walked to the counter to order for us. I glanced around the room and noticed three or four male diners watching her with varying degrees of openness. Then I looked past her at the counterman as she was ordering. He was trying to concentrate on what she was telling him, but his eyes kept darting down to her breasts. Seeing how interested he was in her, Nancy leaned forward on the counter (giving me and other patrons a back-view of her beautiful bare thighs) as she pretended to have trouble removing money from her wallet. Sitting behind her, I couldn't see how much of her breasts were exposed as her new v-neck sweater gaped open, but the counterman's eyes were riveted down her front the whole time she leaned forward.

She returned to the table and resumed her seat facing the counter. As we waited for our food, I was sitting so that my back was almost to the counterman, but in a large mirror mounted on one side of the dining area I could see him, in profile, sneaking looks at her. The down-blouse view she'd given him had really piqued his interest. When I told her the counterman was watching her, she said "I know" and shifted herself slightly in her seat.

"Wow! Whatever you did just then really got his attention," I said. "I can see him looking at you in the mirror." Indeed, he was now staring past a new customer he was supposed to be waiting on directly at my wife's legs. "How much are you showing him?"

"Mainly thigh. When I sit down the skirt rides up. But I've got my legs crossed."

"Are you wearing panties?"

"Well, if you can call them that. I just bought this g-string thing and it just barely covers me down there. And it leaves my ass completely naked. It's really an odd sensation sitting here and feeling the vinyl seat against my bare butt. And I'll need to trim some pubic hair later since a little sticks out on the sides of the panel. That guy peeking up my skirt looks like somebody out of pirate movie, doesn't he?"

I checked him out in the wall mirror. It was an apt description.

"I think I'll recross my legs for him now," said my wife. "He's finished with that customer, so he can be the first to get a look at my new panties. Tell me if he likes them."

As she did something with her legs under the table, I watched in the mirror as the counterman's eyes suddenly got large and his facial expression very serious. "He's definitely impressed," I said.

"He should be," said Nancy, "I have both feet on the floor now and my legs are spread about eight inches apart. But I guess it's time now for me to finish crossing my legs the other way. See if he looks disappointed."

He didn't look disappointed, but I noticed he averted his eyes for a few seconds before peeking back at my wife's legs to see if a new display of crotch was forthcoming. Then, perhaps worried about my noticing him, he made a point of getting really busy behind the counter, checking only intermittently to see if Nancy would get careless again.

A few minutes later, the counterman personally delivered our food to the table. He hovered a bit around our table, obviously (to us) giving Nancy's breasts another thorough looking over. 

The food wasn't really very good, but we did our best to enjoy it. 

At one point, as we were eating, Nancy said, "Gosh, Cal, I'm enjoying these soggy dolmas so much I just don't care how I sit. And I'm afraid I've let my legs fall wide open again. That horny pirate must be getting a great view now."

This seemed to be the case. Looking at him in the mirror, I noticed that he was no longer even trying to disguise his interest in my wife's crotch. And he must have said something to the cook because I noticed that a fat guy around fifty had emerged from the kitchen area to take a look too. Seemingly oblivious to anything but the food in front of her, Nancy exposed her crotch to the two of them for at least five minutes. 

I asked Nancy if she was enjoying herself and she said, "Oh, yes. I can almost feel their eyes caressing my vagina." 

Finally, we stood up to leave. The cook had retreated to the kitchen (maybe something was about to burn), but Nancy gave the counterman a little going away present. After standing up, she leaned forward, way forward, to pick up her purse and shopping bag from the floor by her chair. That's when, standing beside her, I noticed just how much of her breasts could be seen down the front of her v-neck. From my angle, the perfect pink nipple of her right breast was fully visible for maybe five seconds. From where the counterman stood, he no doubt got at least a fleeting view of nipple, too. I smiled at him and gave him a conspiratorial wink as we left. He blushed, I think. He was so dark-skinned I couldn't tell.

It was too early to go out to the bars (the inevitable beginning of our adventures), so we walked back to Tony's house. As soon as we got inside I asked her to show me her new panties.

I sat down in the middle of the living room carpet as she raised her skirt and twirled around to show me. She was right. There was almost nothing to it. It was white, with a very small, sheer panel that barely covered her cunt. Because the panel was so sheer, I could see that her little flashing adventure in the restaurant, though tame, had made her pretty moist. And I saw that her gorgeous rear end was completely naked though a string ran up the crack of her ass. I reached up from beneath her, asked her to turn around and bend forward. I pulled her ass cheeks apart. Sheesh! The string was so narrow that the little lines radiating from her asshole were clearly visible!

I have to confess that his wonderfully obscene view of her made me want to sodomize my wife then and there (though I know it's not her favorite thing to have done to her). Instead, I pulled her down to the carpet with me and we necked there like heavy-petting teenagers for almost twenty minutes. As we kissed, I had my fingers inside her new panties and in her cunt while she caressed my hard-on through my trousers. Then I laid her on her back, pulled her panties aside, and began eating her tasty cunt. It tasted so good that I kept it up for a good ten minutes, pausing now and then to say something nasty to her ("Wouldn't that pirate at the restaurant love to be doing this!") until she had her first loud orgasm. Finally, I took off my trousers, shoes, and briefs (as she arched her back and removed her g-string affair), and fucked her hard missionary style until she came again, almost as loudly as before. This put me over the top, too, and I had a wonderful orgasm that made a big cum-mess inside her.

We lay there for awhile, she still almost completely dressed and I naked from the waist down, before going upstairs to take a shower together. Afterwards we napped for a while in the bedroom Tony had readied for us. We didn't wake up until about 8:30.

Then we redressed in the same clothes we'd been wearing (after Nancy sponged off a small semen spot I'd left on the hem of her skirt when we'd fucked earlier) and went downstairs to plan a sex theater area for later that night, or if nothing worked out, for the following night. 

The best stage area was in the living room since it was well carpeted and could be viewed discretely from two adjoining rooms, the dining room and a combined library and computer room. But the only way to do this was to leave communicating doors partially open, and there was some danger of my being walked in on as I watched.

Then we discovered some built-in storage cabinets beneath a side window. They were about four feet high, nine feet in length, and three feet deep. The cabinets had four sliding access doors. On the shelves inside were household items and quite a few boxes that Tony hadn't yet unpacked since moving to Seattle two years earlier. I removed the boxes and some old curtains from one of the two 4' 6" sections and discovered that the shelves slid out easily. So I removed them too. 

Voila! A perfect hidden viewing chamber for me to watch Nancy in action!

I crawled into the now shelfless cabinet, lay down on my left side with my knees drawn up, and pulled the sliding door almost shut. I left it open about half an inch. Through this gap, much to my joy, I had a full view, from floor level, of the entire living room.

I climbed out and Nancy (going down on all fours and momentarily flashing her bare ass to me) crawled into the viewing chamber to see for herself what my view of the room would be. "Wow!" she exclaimed, her voice slightly muffled. "You have a real worm's eye view here. I think you've reached a new low." Laughing, she slid the door open and crawled back out.

I pulled her to her feet and kissed her. "You don't mind being married to a pervert, do you?"

"Of course not," she answered. "It's just that sometimes the trouble we take with our little game can be pretty funny. Don't get me wrong, though. The results are always worth it – well, nearly always. And if something develops tonight, I'll make sure you get an excellent view."

I gave her another, very appreciative kiss. Damn! How had I gotten so lucky as to find her? To begin with, she was way too beautiful to be with me. But to cater to all my nasty little whims? This was the height of good luck. 

As Nancy went back upstairs to get ready to go out, I hauled the shelves, boxes, and other stuff into the library/computer room. It would be easy enough to replace them later and there was no reason for Tony ever to know of our temporary adaptation of his cabinet. Then I went upstairs (passing Nancy in the bathroom putting on her makeup) and found a pillow and a thick comforter in the linen closet. I brought these downstairs and arranged them on the floor inside the viewing chamber. No use being uncomfortable.

I watched Nancy walk downstairs, a hand on the rail to steady herself because she was unaccustomed to such high heels. She wore the same white skirt, which looked somehow shorter as she descended the stairs, and the same v-neck sweater she'd had on earlier, but she'd draped a light jacket over her shoulders since it was a little chilly outside. She walked over to me and lifted her skirt in front to show me her g-string panties. "See what I did?" she asked. I leaned forward to look. "I trimmed just a little pubic hair so it's all inside now. Do you think it looks better?"

I reached down and gently stroked her warm and yielding cunt through the little white panel. "It feels good enough to eat," I said. And I really meant it.

Then, it being around 9:30, we walked back to University Way. 

Nancy's Seattle Adventures Ch. 02



Nancy Locates Some Prospects

Nancy preceded me into what looked like a very popular bar. I dawdled around outside for about five minutes before going inside. The place was fairly crowded, mostly with students in their twenties. There were also a few customers who looked too young to be in there, at least to drink.

Nancy was at the bar ordering a drink. I approached the bar, too, to check out what was going on. I saw that the bartender (a paunchy Hispanic guy who might've once been an athlete) was really scoping her out, especially (I surmised) those jutting-out nipples of hers, which, since her jacket covered only her shoulders and arms, were conspicuous in her thin sweater, while he waited on her. Two young guys seated just to the right of her were really checking her out. The guy in the stool closest to her spoke to her. She smiled fetchingly when she answered. The guy in second stool from her, more than a little drunk, leaned way back on his stool to leer openly at her whole body. 

A stool opened up just to the drunker guy's right and I sat down. Nancy noticed me but pretended not to as she carried a glass of white wine away from the bar and looked for a place to sit down. 

The two guys to my left turned all the way around on their stools to watch her walk away. "Holy shit!" said the one who'd been sitting closest to her. "That's really sweet! And you can tell she's not wearing a bra. Those little titties are sticking out there just begging for me to suck them!"

"You wish," said the drunker guy. "Looks like she's got a nice tight ass, too."

The two guys next to me and I watched Nancy as she located an unoccupied table about twenty feet away from the bar. It was a tall table with three high chairs around it. She draped her jacket over the back of a chair facing the bar and, using the chair's lowest cross-member as a step, swung her rear end into the seat. Her beautiful bare legs were facing us now but, for the time being, she kept them together in a ladylike manner.

The bartender took my order. When he brought my beer to me I said, loud enough for my companions to hear, "That blonde over there is really something, isn't she?"

"Damn straight," said the bartender. "Just watch, though. She belongs to some rich bastard. He'll be by pretty soon to glom on to her. That's a first-class piece of ass, way too choice for anyone in here."

"I don't know," said the drunk guy sitting next to me. "She looks pretty fuckable to me. Just look at those legs! I'd like to crawl up between her thighs right now and kiss her right where she pees. Then I'd like to bend her over and fuck her in the ass until she stops loving it." His friend laughed at these raunchy comments, but, for some reason, they were making my cock twitch. I love hearing strange guys talking coarsely about my beautiful wife.

Nancy sat demurely sipping her glass of wine for ten maybe minutes before apparently deciding, after looking around the room, to relocate. The three of us at the bar (and several others on the other side of the service area) watched her as, holding her half-full glass of wine in one hand, she awkwardly climbed down from her tall chair. To the delight of every male at the bar, this maneuver caused her legs to fall open enough to expose her crotch, covered just barely with that little patch of white material, for almost two full seconds. From the other end of the bar came comedic groans and the guy closest to me said, "Fuck me! I want that pussy!"

Pretending not to notice the attention she was receiving, Nancy turned her back to her admirers at the bar and made her way to an area near the front of the place where there were hanging plants, couches, comfortable chairs, and low tables. She located a chair and set her drink down on the table in front of her. On a couch and another chair opposite her were three guys who seemed to be together. I noticed that they immediately stopped talking among themselves and welcomed her.

I left the bar and carried my beer across the room near where my wife had reseated herself. Fortunately, I found an empty chair just a few feet from her. Despite a rather noisy group on the other side of me, I was able to hear most of what was said among Nancy and her new acquaintances. So, after a waitress took my order for another beer, I began to eavesdrop.

Whatever the three guys sitting together had been discussing before Nancy arrived had been dropped as a subject. Instead, they were peppering her with questions. Was she, like them, a student? No, she answered, she was just visiting but was also job hunting. What was her name? Nancy, she answered truthfully. They gave her their names. Where was she staying? A few blocks away at a friend's house. What sort of job was she looking for? I glanced sideways at her to see how she answered this one because it was crucial to our plan.

"I'm looking for work as a model," she said. "I'm really broke and need the work. I did it two years ago back east, but I need to find an agent here to get back into the business."

"So, how do you get an agent?" asked the tallest, best-looking of the three guys.

"I'm not sure out here on the coast," she answered. "When I modeled before, my husband made all the arrangements. But we're divorced now. He was a real jerk, but he got me lots of work."

"What kind of modeling did you do?" asked a nerdish-looking guy who looked about seventeen. 

Nancy blushed and acted as though she were reluctant to answer the question. "Well," she began, "mostly it's been erotic stuff. You know, nude or partially nude. Usually by myself. Sometimes with other models, though."

This deliberately provocative answer, containing what to most people would seem way too much information, really got their attention. This beautiful creature, sitting across from them gloriously braless and with her beautiful thighs on display, was a living, breathing version of the images they probably jacked off to on the internet.

The good-looking one was the first to recover. He asked a somewhat skeptical question. "And you need to find an agent for that kind of modeling? What sort of agent?"

"Back east my husband used to get me work through a theatrical booking agent. I located one here in Seattle, but he wants me to send him photos before he'll even talk to me. I'll try to find a photographer tomorrow. I've got to work pretty fast, though. My mother and I only planned to be here for two days."

"You're here with your mom?" asked the third guy incredulously He was redheaded and looked a little like a young Ron Howard. 

"Yes. I left her at home to check out the neighborhood. I've got to get back pretty soon, though."

That's when I leaned toward Nancy and broke into the conversation. "Excuse me," I said. "I couldn't help hearing that you're looking for a photographer. I think that's a waste of time. I have a friend down in San Francisco who's an agent and he says most models just send him amateur-quality photos, shot in natural light, taken by friends. If you have a camera with you, your mother could take a few shots of you that would do."

Nancy turned to me and laughed. "I have a digital camera at the house, but I don't want my mother photographing me. Not the kind of photos I need to get work. It's too creepy to even think about."

The Opie-ish guy, looking a little annoyed at me for butting in, said, "Well, just say the word and I'll take some shots of you. I don't have any fancy equipment, though. You know, special lights and stuff. But I know the basics of photography."

The good-looking guy chimed in then: "I'll do it, too. Just say the word, like Artie says."

The nerdish one said, "Yeh, me too."

Nancy laughed again and said, "Thanks for the kind offer, but I'd hate to put you out. I mean, you guys don't even know me."

She went on feebly resisting "the kind offer" for several more minutes before beginning to relent. Finally, after about fifteen minutes of back and forth talk, she said, "You mean, you'd actually be willing to do it tonight? Well, I guess that would be all right." The three guys, trying to contain their excitement, immediately called the waitress over and ordered another round of drinks.

Meanwhile, my mind spinning with anticipation as much as theirs, I sank back in my chair to watch things develop further. When their drinks arrived, Nancy and her three new friends leaned forward so they could converse quietly, and probably so the butt-in who'd interrupted them (that's me) couldn't hear, about the photo-shoot. I noticed that the front of Nancy's sweater had gaped open and that the three guys were being treated to a wonderful view of her tits. I could only make out a few sentences. These were the most pertinent. (From Nancy): "My mother will be upstairs asleep." (From good-looking guy, whom I heard my wife call Sid): "We can be quiet." (From redheaded Artie): "That wouldn't be shocking to me." (From the nerdish guy, whose name seemed to be Jimmy): "I've got my dad's car here. I can drive us."

Things were obviously coming together nicely, so I stood up. I managed to catch Nancy's eye. She gave me a quick smile and, in a gesture no one else caught, gave me a slight nod. That was our signal. Tingling with anticipation, I turned my back on my beautiful wife and her new, very lucky friends and half-walked, half-ran back to Tony's house.



Nancy's Seattle Adventures Ch. 03



Sid Enjoys My Wife's Nipples

I let myself in and left the key under the front door mat for Nancy. Then I turned on the porch light (something her mother, if she'd really been here, would've done while waiting for her errant daughter). Next I switched on a table lamp in the living room but left the rest of the house dark.

I pulled a captain's chair over near the cabinet area I'd prepared as a viewing chamber, setting it slightly to the side of my viewing gap in case someone sat in it. I didn't want legs blocking my view. At the same time, the chair blocked easy access to the cabinet in the unlikely event someone felt like nosing around.

Then, figuring that more light in the area where my darling wife said she'd perform would make for a better photographic and voyeuristic experience, I moved a floor lamp over next to the captain's chair. 

Next I removed all my clothes from the waist down (no need for them where I'd be) and put them in the library/computer room. I sat down on one of two couches in the darkened room to wait. After a few minutes, though, it occurred to me to go into the kitchen to get paper towels for jerking off on when things got exciting and a large glass to piss in if the session took longer than expected. I placed these items inside the cabinet. Be prepared; that's my motto from Boy Scout days.

I had about a twenty-minute wait, much of which I spent pacing around the living room because I was too filled with anticipation to remain sitting, before I saw a small car pull up out front. Peering through the Venetian blinds of the front window, I watched the good-looking guy, Sid, climb quickly out of the back seat and open the front passenger door for Nancy. She appeared to be having trouble climbing out of the low seat, and her legs fell wide open and remain that way for a full three or four seconds. Even from my vantage point some forty feet away, I could see all the way up her beautiful bare thighs to her crotch. Finally, Sid reached down and pulled her to her feet. Artie (the redheaded guy) and Jimmy (the nerd whose car they came in) had walked quickly around the car but just missed out on my wife's "accidental" display of crotch.

As the four of them walked toward the house, I quickly climbed into the cabinet, pulled the sliding door almost shut, and lay down on the comforter I'd put there. As I listened to the key turning in the front lock, and Nancy's laughing voice as she entered with her new friends, I reached down and felt my cock. Already, though almost nothing had happened, it was almost fully erect.

Nancy entered first, followed quickly by the three guys. Artie had a bottle of vodka in his hand. Nancy immediately turned on the overhead light, a chandelier, before turning on a second floor lamp standing by one of the two couches. There was already quite a lot of light in the room, even without the other floor lamp I'd placed near my viewing space.

"Make yourselves comfortable while I go upstairs and get the camera," said Nancy. "Also, I need to redo my makeup and check on my mother. You guys can go in the kitchen and get glasses. There's a pitcher of orange juice in the fridge and you can get ice cubes out of the gizmo on the front, I think." At that, she tossed her light jacket on a small table near the front door and started up the stairs. I watched Jimmy move stealthily next to the staircase as Nancy began her ascent. He had to be getting a nice view of thigh and ass, a sort of appetizer, I guess.

Sid laughed. "Did you get a good look up her skirt just then, Jimmy?" He asked this in a sort of stage whisper.

Jimmy blushed: "As a matter of fact I did," he said in a low confidential voice. "And guess what. I could see the bare cheeks of her ass. I'm pretty sure she's not even wearing panties."

Sid laughed again. "Yes, she is. I got to see them when she got out of the car. They're really tiny and sort of wedged in her pussy. You could actually see her pussy hair. If her ass looked bare, she must be wearing some kind of thong."

Then the three guys disappeared from my view into the kitchen, and I heard them getting glasses from a cupboard and the ingredients for screwdrivers. Minutes later they emerged from the kitchen, each with a drink in his hand. "It's sort of weird with her mom being up there, isn't it," said Artie. "What if she comes downstairs while we're taking photos?" Artie's voice was a little too loud. He seemed, so far, the drunkest of the three.

Sid shushed him and said, again in a low voice: "That's not our problem. She's agreed to do it. Besides, she said on the way over here she'd get naked but there's no way she's going to fuck us. Remember, she said she only fucks some lucky son-of-a-bitch she's engaged to."

They talked together about other subjects for a few minutes before Artie returned to a more interesting subject: "Remember she said she poses with guys? What do you think she does with them?"

"I guess we'll have to ask her," said Sid.

Just then they noticed Nancy had reached the bottom of the stairs. She had removed her shoes (that's why they hadn't heard her come down) and carried our digital camera in her hand. She had a blanket draped over one arm. Even from across the room, I could see that she'd put on more makeup, especially around her eyes. And her lipstick was brighter red and shinier than before. She looked gorgeous.

"Ask me what?"

As she sat down on the carpet in front of her guests (covering, in a false show of modesty, as much of her legs as she could with her short skirt), Sid answered her: "Artie was wondering exactly what you do in the photo shoots, especially when you, uh, pose with guys."

Nancy did her best to blush. "Well," she said, "I never go all the way with them, even though the photographers and the male models are always trying to talk me into it. As I said earlier, they're mostly nude shoots, and when I'm posing with a guy, usually we get into some foreplay. The male models sometimes do oral on me but I don't do full oral with them."

"What's 'full oral'?" asked Jimmy. His voice cracked, and I wondered again how old he was. I wondered if he might be some kind of boy genius who'd entered college at age fifteen.

"That means I won't take guys' penises inside my mouth. Also, I don't take their penises all the way inside my vagina. It's OK if the ends of their penises touch my vagina, but I don't let them penetrate me."

Despite the beers they'd had at the bar and the screwdrivers they were drinking now, they seemed momentarily stunned. Maybe they weren't ready for my wife to speak so plainly.

"How does your boyfriend feel about you doing this kind of modeling," asked Arnie after almost thirty seconds of silence.

Nancy was still sitting as demurely as her short skirt and low necked sweater allowed. "He doesn't care. I think he even likes the idea of me fooling around a little. Sometimes I don't tell him quite everything that goes on, though."

"Like what?" asked Arnie.

"Well, he doesn't know how much I get into it when I pose. He doesn't know that sometimes I have actual orgasms with guys, for example. He thinks it's all business with me."

The guys seemed stunned again. Finally, Arnie said, "That's cool." He leaned forward and picked up the digital camera. "I think this is almost like mine," he said. "So I'll be the photographer for now, if that's OK."

Nancy stood up and walked over to the television set by the front window and turned it on with the remote. "I think I'll find a music channel for atmosphere. I was listening to a blues channel earlier today."

She found the channel immediately. The piece playing was something old. Lightning Hopkins, maybe. It was surprisingly raunchy, about some old guy trying to seduce a school girl. It probably wouldn't have even gotten recorded today. She turned the volume down fairly low.

Then she rejoined her new friends. "I guess we should start," she said. "Most photographers like shots of me undressing. Should we start with those? And don't worry about the number of exposures. There are over a hundred left on the card."

"Sure," said Artie, trying to sound totally cool. He and his two companions were now standing up for some reason. 

"Maybe we can work at this end of the room," she said, standing up and indicating an area near my cabinet. She walked toward me and switched on the table lamp near my viewing place. All I could see of her, since she was standing by the chair in front of me, were her bare legs as far up as the hem of her skirt. Looking past her, I watched the three guys giving her their undivided attention.

"Could you sit down in that chair for a minute?" asked Arnie. "I'd like to get some practice shots." 

Nancy did as she was asked. From my vantage point all I could see at first was the backs of her lower legs and, just to the right of the captain's chair, Arnie kneeling about six feet in front of her pointing the camera at her. Sid and Jimmy stood just behind him. Then my wife's right leg disappeared. She must have crossed it over her left leg. As the flash went off several times, I wondered how much thigh she was showing the guys.

Arnie carried the camera over to Nancy to show her the picture. She told him it looked good to her, that he seemed to know what he was doing. Then she got off the chair and sat down on the blanket a few feet in front of it. "Maybe you could start by shooting me from over there," she said, pointing to an area to the left of me. "That way you're not in the way of the main light source, the floor lamp."

But Arnie had another idea. He walked over to Nancy and stood next to where she sat. "First, let me get a few shot from above you, maybe shooting down your front. That sweater shows quite a lot. Could you lean forward even more and, you know, sort of help it fall open?"

She did as asked, pulling the front of the sweater down and away from her chest until her breasts were mostly exposed to Arnie. He took several shots down her front. 

Then she rolled her body forward until she was on her hands and knees. "I think, if you kneel down, you can get an even better shot if I do this, right?" Her body was sideways to me so I couldn't see what Arnie (and his two friends, who quickly moved over behind him) could. But I saw that her sweater had gaped wide open, and I knew the guys had to be getting a great view of her breasts dangling like ornaments inside the sweater. She smiled innocently at the camera as Arnie took several more shots of her. 

Nancy then rolled back on her butt and again sat primly with her skirt covering her upper legs. Arnie retreated with the camera a few feet further to the left (from my vantage point). "I need you guys to tell me exactly what to do," she said. "I always pose best when I'm following directions. After all, men know more than I do what's exciting to them. And that's what counts in this kind of modeling."

This was not anything we'd talked about earlier, but my wonderful wife's comment was ingeniously horny. In it she managed to strike just the right note of submissiveness. The guys were being told that they would not only get to see this gorgeous creature naked, but they would be in control of the whole erotic experience! I wondered if they'd be tempted, given this power, to push the limits she'd set.

"OK," said Sid when no one else offered any ideas. "Maybe you can take off your sweater now."

"Maybe you can help her take it off," suggested Arnie. "That would be hotter." "OK. But don't take a picture of my face." Sid said this a little menacingly to Arnie as he walked over to where my wife was sitting. He leaned over her, his back mostly to the camera, and tugged awkwardly at her sweater.

"Maybe it would be easier if I stood up," said Nancy. "Would you like me to?"

"Sure."

Sid pulled her to her feet. She turned her body sideways to the camera, and Sid stood behind her, his handsome face now in profile.

"Could you remove it slowly?" asked Arnie. "I mean, don't just yank if off all at once."

Yes, I thought, gently stroking my hard cock in the cabinet. Take your time, guys. I want to watch you do a hundred little things to my wife! 

Sid, a little tentatively, ran his hands slowly up either side of Nancy's body until he was nearly touching the perfect breasts he'd just seen exposed. Then he lowered his hands to her waist and placed them beneath the sweater. Again slowly, he ran his hands up her body, this time inside the sweater. This caused her belly and midsection to be exposed. She leaned back against Sid and gave a little sigh. Then she whispered something to him none of us could hear and raised both her arms up and behind her. She placed both hands behind his head. 

Apparently in response to what she'd whispered to him, Sid immediately slid his hands up and cupped them over Nancy's breasts. She responded with another sigh and offered him more encouragement, "Oh, yes, like that. Hold my tits like that," as he caressed them beneath the sweater. She had raised her head slightly and closed her eyes with pleasure. Sid leaned down and began kissing her neck

The camera flashed six or seven times over the next minute or so as Sid took his time fondled my wife's breasts. Once Arnie protested, "Damn, Sid, you're having all the fun. I bet those tits really feel great."

Watching the outlines of Sid's knuckles working as he enjoyed my wife's naked breasts under her sweater and kissed her neck, I almost had to cum. But I forced myself to stop stroking my cock. It was way too soon. Hornier things than this would no doubt happen.                Jimmy, meanwhile, had repositioned himself on the floor just to the left of where Arnie was shooting. As Sid played with Nancy's breasts, I heard Jimmy stage-whisper to Arnie: "Do you know where the toilet is? I really have to go. Do I have to go upstairs?" Again the breaking voice.

Nancy heard him, and despite obviously loving what the handsome Sid was doing to her, she pulled herself free of him and told Jimmy he should use the downstairs bathroom. She didn't want to risk waking her mother upstairs. Pulling her sweater down, she walked over to where he sat and pulled him to his feet. "Here, I'll show you," she said.

Jimmy was quite unsteady on his feet. Apparently, he wasn't used to drinking much. Nancy led him to the dining room and pointed the way through the kitchen to the small bathroom just off it. Then she returned to Sid and Arnie (and me).

"He's pretty drunk, isn't he?" she asked. "How old is he, anyway?"

"I think he's eighteen," said Sid. Sid and Arnie had finished their drinks and set the glasses on a small table near the larger of two couches. 

"And he's already like a junior, I think," added Arnie. "He's really a brilliant guy. But he's really shy, especially around women. I'm surprised he came over here with us."

"Maybe, if he's not too shy, we can get him to pose, too," said Nancy. She laughed and sat down on the floor again.

Arnie brought the camera a little closer to her and shot some rather demure photos of her sitting on the floor. Then, abruptly, she pulled her sweater over her head to bring those beautiful, high breasts of hers into full view. Her light-pink nipples were very erect and pointed slightly upward. Looking up to Sid, she gently pinched them and said: "Look what you did to me." 

Taking this as an invitation, Sid immediately sat down beside her and pushed her gently down on her back. This caused her legs, which she'd managed to point directly at my viewing compartment, to fall wide open so that, since she was lying just six feet away from me, I had an excellent view of her crotch, especially when, after a few seconds, she raised her knees. Her short white skirt had gathered around her waist now so that she looked virtually naked except for the skimpy panties.

Arnie exclaimed, "Oh, yeh!" and, holding the camera, knee-walked into my field of vision from the left side. As he got closer to Sid and Nancy, he took several low-angle pictures of my wife lying topless on her back and Sid, leaning on his right elbow just next to her peering down at her breasts.

"You've got really beautiful tits, Nancy. Maybe Sid can play with them some more," said Arnie. "And don't worry, Sid. We'll delete any shots that get too much of your face."

Sid brought his left hand across her body and began rather tentatively caressing her right breast. He didn't seem to know just how much she was going to allow him to do. Nancy reassured him, though, by saying, "Oh, yes, that's nice. That'll make a nice photo, won't it?"

Arnie took several shots of my wife's right breast being manipulated by Sid. Then he began gently rolling her right nipple between his thumb and index finger. Nancy's body shivered and she made a little squealing noise. 

"Oh, God," she said, "When you do that I can feel it down my whole body!" As she said this, Nancy slid her right hand down her body until it lay on her pubic area. Seconds later, Sid, still playing with her now very erect right nipple, leaned down and suddenly took almost all of her left breast into his mouth. Nancy sucked in her breath and brought her hand down a little further to her cunt. As Sid sucked on one breast and continued rolling the nipple of the other one between his fingers, she began rubbing her clit through her tiny panties. Seeing this, Arnie briefly blocked my view as he crawled in front of the captain's chair to take several low-angle shots of Sid enjoying my wife's breasts as she masturbated.

"These are really great pictures," said Arnie. "Keep doing that, Nancy. Make it look like you're getting off." Then Arnie moved slightly and I got a wonderful view of my wife rubbing her clit more and more vigorously through her panties, which had now become wedged more deeply between her cunt lips.

"Oh, God! If he keeps doing that, I really will. I think we need to do something else before this gets out of hand."

Nancy removed her right hand from her crotch and brought it up behind Sid's head. She ran her fingers through his hair and gave another little moan of pleasure as Sid kept licking and sucking her left nipple. "Oh, Sid, you really know how to do that! Your girlfriends are really lucky, I think. But can we stop now and get some different pictures?"

Sid reluctantly released my wife's left breast from his mouth and, raising himself up on his right elbow, gave the wet, elongated nipple a playful pinch. 

Laughing, Nancy sat up and said, "Ow, my nipple's too sensitive to treat like that! Now, kiss it nicely and make it feel better."

Sid raised himself to his knees and leaned forward with his neck bent at what must've been an uncomfortable angle. At first, using only the tip of his tongue, he batted Nancy's now very erect nipple around for at least fifteen seconds. As he did this, he reached across with his left hand to again caress her right breast. But soon he again had my wife's left nipple fully in his mouth. Arnie got several shots of Sid sucking the nipple before Sid's head got in the way. Nancy was far from discouraging: leaning back on her elbows, pushing her breasts upward for Sid, she had her eyes closed in feigned or real pleasure.

That's when, disappointed that I couldn't last a little longer, I came for the first time since fucking Nancy earlier in the day. Resisting the urge to vocalize, I shot semen all over a paper towel. It felt great but, as I said, I wished I could've lasted longer.  

Just then, after about thirty seconds of having one breast sucked and the other mauled, Nancy pulled herself away from Sid and said, "That's enough. They're getting too tender." Then, looking at Arnie, she asked, "Did you get some good shots of him playing with my breasts? What else should we do?"

"You might try fucking," said Arnie, laughing. "But you said you won't do that. Actually, I got some good shots up your legs while Sid was busy with your tits. Maybe we could get more of those."




Nancy's Seattle Adventures Ch. 03



"So, should I keep my skirt on?"

"That would be good for now," said Arnie. "It's so short it doesn't cover much anyhow." Then he set the camera down and walked over to Sid and Nancy. Sid stood up and I noticed that he had a full hard-on bulging in his trousers. Embarrassed, I guess, he quickly crouched down to disguise it. Arnie knelt down beside Nancy said, "Let's take some pictures of you like this."

Saying this, Arnie laid my wife back on the floor and pulled her knees up. "I'd like you to spread your legs a little wider so I can get some even better crotch shots. You're really beautiful down there. Maybe we can loosen your panties a little to show more."

"Loosen my panties? Maybe you'd better do it," said Nancy, raising herself slightly on her elbows. "I'm not sure what you mean."

Unwilling to pass up an opportunity like this, Arnie crawled between my wife's bent legs (temporarily blocking my view) and, using his right hand, reached for her crotch. Nancy made a little gasping sound as he did, and I knew he must've made contact with her cunt. Sid, now crouching near Nancy's left foot, watched intently what his friend was doing between my wife's legs.

Arnie seemed to be having some sort of problem. "I'm sorry, but they're sort of sticking," he said apologetically. "Can you raise your butt a little so I can pull them off easier?" He took his hand away from her crotch.

Nancy, her feet about three feet apart, thrust her pelvis upward and rotated her body slightly clockwise so that Arnie had to move a few inches to the side (from my vantage point, to the left side) to have straight-on access to her crotch area. His moving these few inches to the side had the wonderful effect of giving me an unobstructed view of my wife's cunt and ass raised maybe two inches off the floor. This was the same view, of course, that Arnie and Sid had, except theirs was even closer up than mine. 

No wonder Arnie had had trouble pulling the panties away from Nancy's cunt. They were soaking wet and had become so wedged deep between her labia. I wondered if my semen, from when I'd fucked her a few hours earlier, was part of the gooey mess that held the panties between her cunt lips.

Arnie reached forward with his right hand again. This time he slid his hand slowly over Nancy's mostly uncovered crotch (she said "oh" when the palm of his hand brushed somewhere near her clit) until his fingers reached the top of her panties. He then tugged at the elastic band until the panel of the panties, what there was of it, came free from between her cunt lips. He then pulled the panties down (actually, from my vantage point, up) until they stretched between her thighs. At last, fully exposed for all of us to see, my wife's cunt was displayed gloriously beneath her pretty swatch of pubic hair. Her inner lips were slightly open and very wet. Her excited clit glistened like a tiny red bead just beneath her clitoral hood.

"That's a great looking pussy," announced Sid. 

Nancy then lowered her ass to the floor, brought her knees together, and said to Arnie: "You might as well take them all the way off, don't you think?"

He immediately did as suggested and she lay back on the carpet with her legs still spread quite indecently. She looked incredibly beautiful lying there completely naked except for the short white skirt bunched around her waist.

Sid and Arnie, on their knees on either side of her, stared at her lying there for several seconds before their attention (and Nancy's) was suddenly drawn to the left side of the room. Arnie laughed. "Jesus Christ, Jimmy," he exclaimed, "you're really into this, aren't you!"

"Come over here and show Nancy what you've got there," said Sid, smiling broadly.

From my perspective I couldn't see Jimmy and why he was attracting so much attention. So I slid the door of my viewing cabinet a quarter of an inch wider open to see farther to my left. And there stood Jimmy, leaning with his left hand against the end of the larger sofa and obviously quite drunk. His pants and briefs were gathered at his feet and in his right hand he held a very stiff erection.

"She is sexy, so sexy," he said as best he could. 



Nancy's Seattle Adventures Ch. 04



Two Guys Make My Wife Cum

Arnie walked over to where Jimmy stood. "You're just full of surprises, buddy. We wondered where you were. Looks like you've really been hitting the vodka."

"I drank too much of it," confessed Jimmy morosely. "Sorry."

Nancy, naked except for the skirt gathered around her waist, rose up on her right elbow and said to Arnie, "If you'd help him off with his pants and bring him over here, maybe he can pose with me."

As Jimmy muttered something incomprehensible, Arnie knelt down beside him (glancing uneasily at the raging hard-on inches from his face) and helped his friend remove his shoes, socks, and pants. Jimmy, clearly very far gone, half resisted and half helped Arnie. He gripped his erection firmly as though it were the only certain thing in his temporarily muddled existence. He only released it when Arnie grabbed his arm and walked him, now completely naked from the waist down, over to the blanket where Nancy and Sid sat. His cock bobbed up and down between two and five o'clock as he walked.

It wasn't an especially large cock, maybe five and a half inches long, but it seemed quite large in proportion with Jimmy's rather slight body.

Arnie deposited Jimmy on the blanket next to Nancy and Sid. He then picked up the digital camera and, returning to his main shooting position a few feet in front and slightly to the left of me. 

Sid crawled off the blanket and sat down nearby to watch what would happen. My gorgeous wife and horny-but-oblivious Jimmy now sat (sideways to me) face-to-face with their knees touching. Nancy reached forward with her right hand and gently gripped his erection. "That's really a nice cock, Jimmy. Is it OK if I hold it like this?"

Jimmy said, "Oh, God." 

"Is there any part of me you'd like to touch?" asked Nancy.

Jimmy didn't answer but, after giving the matter some thought, reached forward with his left hand and touched, very tentatively, Nancy's right nipple. Then he took the nipple between the thumb and index finger and delicately pinched and rolled it. Arnie took several shots of Jimmy doing this.

Meanwhile, Nancy had begun slowly stroking Jimmy's cock. She leaned forward, her now very erect nipple still between Jimmy's fingers, and gave him a nice open-mouth kiss. When she broke the kiss, she said, "I think it would be better, Jimmy, for you to lie down on your back. Arnie can take some pictures of me enjoying your big cock. Would you like that?"

He muttered something, then again said, "Oh, God." He released her nipple and quickly reclined on his back with his legs pointed in my direction. For a few seconds all I could see of him were the bottoms of his bare feet, his scrotum, and a hard-on pointed away from me in the general direction of the front door. 

Nancy stood up, removed her skirt, carefully folded it, and laid it on the coffee table in front of one of the couches. Then, totally naked, she walked back to where Jimmy lay. She stood for a few seconds with her legs spread directly over Jimmy's head, giving him a great up-view of her naked crotch area, before lowering her body until she was straddling him (with her cunt and asshole evidently just inches from his face!) and took his cock in her right hand again. Arnie snapped several pictures of my wife gazing admiringly at Jimmy's cock as she slid her hand up and down the length of it.

"That's such a nice cock. I just love how it feels in my hand."

"Oh, God."

Nancy brought her head down until her left cheek rested on Jimmy's pubic hair. Then she slowly brought her mouth to the base of his cock, still held loosely in her right hand, and kissed it. Then, very slowly, she ran her tongue up and down the side of Jimmy's cock. She continued doing this for at least a minute while Arnie snapped picture after picture. Finally, she leaned forward, pushed the cock slightly to the side, and lowered her mouth down to Jimmy's scrotum. Her head was blocking my view, but it was obvious what she was doing now. She was licking his balls!

My cock was coming back to life already. Without thinking, I'd begun stroking it again.

Suddenly, Nancy gave a little gasp and raised her head up. She looked right at the camera with an expression of delighted surprise. "Oh, God, Jimmy! What are you doing back there?" she exclaimed. Arnie got a shot of her wide-eyed consternation.

Sid scooted back a few feet to get a better look at Nancy's ass and Jimmy's face, between which there was now, apparently, contact. "Damn! You should get a shot of this, Arnie! Jimmy's eating her pussy!"

From his shooting angle, about 180 degrees off, Arnie couldn't see anything but Nancy's facial reaction to what Jimmy was doing to her. Still holding his cock in her right hand, my beautiful wife had lifted her upper body up with her left arm and, her eyes now closed with pleasure, had begun grinding her crotch against his face.

Arnie quickly got to his feet and moved behind Nancy to get some photos of what Sid had described. "Shit, that's horny," he said, kneeling down and snapping several shots. "Damn, Jimmy, where did you learn to do that, watching pornos?"

"Man, that's an excited pussy! That's right, hold it wide open like that while you eat it, Jimmy!" exclaimed Sid. "I'd love to stick my cock in there!"

Nancy released Jimmy's stiff cock and swiveled her upper body around until she was again looking into Arnie's camera. She was obviously very excited. "Oh God, Jimmy, you're going to make me cum! Don't stop! Keep doing that with your tongue!"

Sid, his eyes zeroed in on my wife's pretty cunt being eaten, was stroking his erection through his trousers.

Nancy turned back around to face me (in fact, she looked directly at the small crack where she knew I was watching), and grimaced slightly in anticipation of orgasm. Meanwhile, I was stroking my cock furiously, close to cumming again myself. All I could actually see of what Jimmy was doing were the fingers of his left hand clutching her upper thigh as he held her cunt open with his thumbs. That's when Arnie said, "These are really great shots, but I wish the light was a little better. From this angle, the flash by itself isn't quite good enough. Maybe I can move that floor lamp into the center of the room."

My wife, remembering even in her ecstasy the promise she'd made me to aim her performance in my direction, came up with the perfect solution. She stopped whimpering and said to Arnie: "Don't do that. We'll just change directions so the lamp lights my rear end. That's all right with you, Jimmy, isn't it?"

Without waiting for Jimmy's approval, Nancy pulled herself off him and, with Sid's help, quickly turned Jimmy's half-naked, completely passive body around so that he lay, still on his back, with his head facing my viewing compartment. Then she again straddled his body so that her gorgeous butt was aimed right at me. Her cunt, I saw at once in the full light provided by the floor lamp, was sopping wet from Jimmy's saliva and her own juices. But her asshole was also wet. Had Jimmy been licking here there, too?

Arnie and Sid quickly crawled over and took up positions on the floor just in front of me, Arnie slightly to the left and Sid (after momentarily blocking my view) just to the right of my viewing crack. 

Nancy didn't immediately bring her crotch down to Jimmy's face. Instead, I gathered from the position of her head and the action of her right arm, she was again licking his cock and balls and jacking him off. Jimmy again said, "Oh, God," and I wondered if he was about to cum. He didn't, though, and instead brought both of his hands up to my wife's ass, a tantalizing eight inches above his face, and spread her cunt wide open with his thumbs. It was a gorgeous, obscenely well-lighted display of cunt and asshole that Arnie captured in two quick shots. Nancy raised her head and said, "Oh, Jimmy! Can you please eat me some more? I want Arnie to get some good photos of that and, well, I need your tongue inside me again!"

She lowered her cunt about five inches then and I watched Jimmy raise his head off the floor until his mouth made full contact with my wife's excited cunt. At first (as Nancy whimpered with pleasure) he nibbled her labia and clitoris. Then (as I stroked my cock faster and faster) I watched him give my wife the cunt-eating of her life. 

Still holding her cunt so that it gaped wide open, he lashed her swollen clitoris left and right with the tip of his tongue. Next he stuck his tongue as deep into her cunt as he could and moved it around inside. This made a slurping sound easily heard despite a rather raucous blues tune playing. Then he ran his tongue the length of her cunt lips from top to bottom (almost but not quite as far up as her asshole). Nancy was clearly loving every second of it. She kept whimpering and gasping and saying things like, "Yes, Jimmy! Oh, Jimmy! Yes! Yes!" For someone supposedly inexperienced in such matters, Jimmy was turning in a virtuoso performance. He was supposedly very bright; could he have learned how to do all this from a book?

Nancy orgasmed then. "Oh, yes! Oh, shit, this is big one!" she whispered before making a number of small squeals then, gasping, an actual scream of pleasure. It was unmistakably genuine. After five wonderful years of fucking her and watching other men bring her off in various ways, I knew the real thing when I saw and heard it.

My wife's orgasm must have sent Jimmy over the edge. He dropped his head back to the carpet and said, "Oh, God" a final time. He groaned loudly and the next thing I saw was a spurt of semen barely clearing Nancy's right shoulder and landing on her back.


"Damn!" Arnie exclaimed. "That was neat. I missed that shot of flying jizz, but I'll get a shot of Jimmy's stuff on her back. And just look at that eaten pussy, would you? It's still throbbing. I'm with you, Sid. I'd really like to ram my dick in there! These are going to be great shots."

It really was a wonderful view Nancy was giving the three of us just then. She'd let her upper body slump forward so that it rested on Jimmy's legs and had raised her middle body well off the floor. Since her legs were spread fairly wide, we were treated to a prolonged view of her tight little asshole and very wet cunt, its glistening pink lips still spread slightly and her clit engorged and red. Her swatch of reddish-blonde pubic hair appeared darker nearest her cunt where it had gotten wet, too.

Suddenly (the temptation clearly too much for him) Sid crawled forward and abruptly plunged the index and middle finger of his left hand deep into Nancy's cunt. Nancy moaned and raised her head up slightly. "Is that you doing that, Jimmy?" she asked. "Be gentle, please."

"I think Jimmy passed out," said Arnie. "That's Sid finger-fucking you, Nancy. That's OK, isn't it? I'll get some good photos of him doing it to you. It looks really hot."

"Oh my God," gasped Nancy. "Photographers are going to think I'm a real whore, now! With these shots, I'm sure they'll want me!"

She was obviously very aroused.

Sid kept the in-and-out movement going for several minutes as Nancy, beginning to make pre-orgasm sounds again, raised her ass farther off the floor to give him even better access. Then, gasping and whimpering, she came again. "Oh fuck, Sid! That feels so good! Oh, fuck that's good!" she shouted. 

Watching this handsome stranger's fingers going in and out of my beautiful wife's cunt, the same cunt another stranger had just eaten, was too much for me. Stroking my cock rapidly, I seconds after Nancy did (my third time that day, actually, counting the time I'd fucked her earlier). I dribbled cum on the already soaked paper towel I'd brought into the cabinet with me.

Seconds later, Sid withdrew his fingers and quickly crawled up beside Nancy. I hadn't noticed before, but he had opened his fly and taken out his erect cock.

And what an erection it was! His hard cock seemed at the time nearly twice as long and thick as Jimmy's, though that's probably an exaggeration. Anyway, it was quite large, and Sid, upright on his knees on Nancy's right side, now held it in his right hand as he began tugging Nancy's whole upper body toward it with his left arm. Was he going to try to stuff that huge cock into my wife's mouth?

"I'd love to fuck your pussy with this," said Sid, suddenly unafraid of being photographed. "But we can at least get some shots of you sucking it, can't we? The photographers will love that."

Saying this, Sid muscled Nancy rather roughly toward him and, for the first time in our "sex theater" game which has been going on for several years now I was on the verge of intervening. The thought of coming out of the cabinet naked to rescue my wife was not one I savored. I hate looking ridiculous, but I wasn't about to just lie there and watch her get raped.

Just as Sid succeeded in pulling Nancy's face toward him so that the end of his cock actually poked her in the eye, however, something quite remarkable happened. 

Disturbed by the commotion taking place just above him, Jimmy woke up. 

And, seconds after waking up, Jimmy raised his head slightly, turned it to the side, and threw up quite violently. Jimmy's lunch, dinner, and several screwdrivers ended up, I was happy to see, mostly on the blanket. But some landed, I'm afraid, on Sid's pants.

This caused him to curse and release my wife from his grip. Falling back atop Jimmy's legs, Nancy then rolled free of the nerdish cunnilinguist beneath her and got to her feet.

"Damn!" she said. "I've got to get something from the kitchen to clean this mess up with." Relieved that I wouldn't have to rescue her, I watched her lovely naked body as she retreated into the kitchen. 

Over her shoulder, she said: "I'm afraid it's time to break this up for the night. See if you can get Jimmy up and dressed." 

Arnie had already put down our camera and begun helping Sid, who was simultaneously trying to stuff his big stiff cock inside his briefs and wipe vomit from his pants while trying to keep it from getting on the carpet. 

Jimmy still lay on his back, awake but with his eyes closed. I hoped he was through vomiting.

"Get up, Jimmy," commanded Arnie, as Nancy (still gloriously naked) returned from the kitchen with a wet towel and a roll of paper towels. Jimmy struggled to his feet and made his way unsteadily for his trousers, underpants, and shoes lying on the floor across the room. Nancy gathered up the blanket containing the vomit and carried it back to the kitchen. By the time she returned a minute or so later, Sid and Jimmy were fully clothed. There was still quite a bulge in Sid's pants.

While the three stood around awkwardly, not knowing quite what to say, Nancy went down on her hands and knees by a small spot of vomit that had missed the blanket and spent about thirty seconds rubbing it vigorously with a paper towel. As she rubbed the carpet with her gorgeous ass in the air and her legs parted, her cunt and asshole were again on full displayed for her male acquaintances. She seemed unconscious of anything but the task at hand, though.

Finally, she stood up, walked over to Sid, and threw her arms around him. "Good night, and thanks for everything. You were really great. The scenes you were in will really impress photographers and, well, you really made me cum. I thought I'd never stop cumming." She kissed him rather passionately and, encouraged by this, he brought his hands down to her ass. He gripped her ass cheeks roughly and pulled her against his still-erect cock.

"Oh my God," exclaimed Nancy. "You're still hard. Sorry to leave you in that condition. Maybe if you come over tomorrow night I can make it up to you. My mother will be gone then." Sid quickly moved his left hand from her ass and brought it around to the front of her body. He kissed her again and, using his index and middle fingers, began finger fucking her again.

"Maybe we can go upstairs for a while," he said.

Nancy collapsed her upper body against Sid's chest and spread her legs slightly so he could finger her cunt more easily. Then, after about thirty seconds of this, she pushed herself away from him. "That really feels wonderful. But I'm done for the night. If you stop by tomorrow we'll see what we can do. Same rules apply though: no actual fucking."

She then walked over to Jimmy and gave him a big hug. "Considering what just came out of your mouth, I don't want to kiss you good-night right now. Maybe when you feel better." He was a ghastly white.

Finally, she turned to Arnie, placed her arms around his neck, and gave him a kiss similar to the one she'd given Sid. As they kissed, I was pleased to see Arnie imitate what he'd just seen his more handsome friend do. He gripped my wife's ass in his hands for almost thirty seconds, an ass cheek in each hand, before inserting the middle and index fingers of his left hand inside her cunt. 

"Oh, that feels so good," Nancy purred. "But you really have to go now."

"Can I come back tomorrow night, too?" asked Arnie, working his fingers in and out of her.

"Sure," my wife answered. "Make it about 7:00 p.m. You can bring Jimmy, too." 

She pulled away from Arnie, the fingers of his left hand glistening, and walked briskly to the front door. She opened it slightly, not enough to let anyone outside see a beautiful naked blonde standing there. Reluctantly, her three new friends filed past her and down the sidewalk to Jimmy's car. 

"I hope Jimmy's not driving," said Nancy through the door before she shut it.

"He's not," I heard Arnie, or it might have been Sid, answer. 

She walked over to the Venetian blinds and opened them enough to see what was happening outside. "They're getting in the car, Cal, so you can come out now."

But I was already halfway out of the cabinet. I stood up and walked over to her. I pulled her body to me and gave her a deep kiss. "That was great," I said, "I've never seen you more sexy and beautiful. Did you enjoy it all as much as you seemed to?"

I turned off the blues station and listened as Jimmy's car pulled away from the curb outside.

"Oh, yes!" she said. "I loved every minute of it. And I didn't fake anything – much."

"What do you mean by 'much'," I asked.

"I mean I really came hard when Jimmy ate me, especially knowing you were watching. But I did a little acting with the orgasm Sid gave me with his fingers. It felt good, but it wasn't a ten."

"It sure was fun to watch," I said. "I was surprised you invited them back tomorrow night. It's going to be hard to keep Sid from fucking you, you know. He got pretty aggressive, and what a cock! Did you notice the size of it?"

"Yes, I did. It was hard to miss because he poked me right in the eye with it. As for tomorrow night, let's just see what develops. Who knows?"

"What do you mean by 'see what develops'?"

"I don't know. It's just that I've been thinking. Maybe it's time to expand our sex theater rules a little. Would you be OK with watching Sid or other guys actually fucking me?" she asked. "Are you sure it wouldn't make you jealous?"

We snuggled on the large couch, she holding my limp cock in her hand and I caressing her breasts. 

"I don't think so. I guess I need to think about it."

Nancy kissed me and squeezed my cock in her hand slightly. "Hmm. I feel you getting a little harder. Are you thinking about it now? Are you imagining what it would be like to watch Sid fucking me hard with that big cock of his?"

I laughed and said, "Busted again. My dick is always way ahead of my brain."

"Well, the truth is I'm tired now, too tired to think about fucking you, Sid, or anybody else," said Nancy. "Can we go upstairs and take a shower now?"

I followed my gorgeous wife upstairs to the bathroom, my eyes riveted on her beautiful naked ass. But I was rather perplexed, bothered even. Did my wonderful, horny wife really want to change the rules? In the four years we'd been doing sex theater, she'd always insisted on not going all the way with guys. What was changing her mind? I kept thinking about Sid's giant cock, about how much bigger it was than mine. Was this what she found so tempting? 




Nancy's Seattle Adventures Ch. 04



We showered and went to bed. Nancy fell asleep instantly. But thoughts of watching my lovely wife getting gang-fucked ran through my mind for some time as I lay there. Could something like this actually happen tomorrow night?

These thoughts had made my cock hard again, but I decided not to awaken Nancy to help me take care of it. Instead, I went into the bathroom and jacked off imagining Sid fucking my wife dog-style while Arnie rammed his cock down her throat from the front. Could this be a preview of tomorrow night's sex theater?

When I returned to bed, the song lyrics "Don't Stop Thinking About Tomorrow" ran through my mind for some time before I fell asleep



Nancy's Seattle Adventures Ch. 05



[This is a belated continuation of Nancy's adventures. We've been very busy with our lives, the exhibitionist/voyeuring part as well as normal part. I'll try to finish these Seattle reports in the next few weeks. Fortunately, I kept notes to work from. Cal]

1.

Friday morning I woke up a few minutes before Nancy did. I went across the hall to the bathroom to brush my teeth. From there I could hear my wife getting out of bed and rummaging around in the guest bedroom we were using. As I mentioned earlier, my good friend Tony was in Europe and had been kind enough to let us stay at his place while I (haphazardly) attended a conference at the University of Washington. 

When I returned to the bedroom, I saw that Nancy was dressing down, at least to start her day. She'd put on a pair of baggy sweat-pants and a sweater. Smiling weakly at me, she mumbled something about having drunk too much last night and needing to go out for coffee. It was still only about 8:00 a.m. Despite small bags under her eyes, Nancy still looked quite sexy in last night's makeup. Usually she removes her make-up before going to bed. 

Last night had been incredibly horny for both of us, of course. [Read about it in "Nancy's Seattle Adventures, 1-4" in the Exhibitionism and Voyeurism section.] From a few feet away in hiding, I'd watched Nancy get mauled, sucked, and fingered by three guys she'd picked up in a bar. She'd loved it; she came at least twice and Arnie, the guy who'd been least physical with her, had photographed the highlights using our digital camera.

Their parting conversation, I mean the one between the three guys and my wife, made me realize that this "sex theater" episode had been somehow different for her. She had sent the handsome Sid away unsatisfied, his big hard-on prominent in his trousers. Kissing him good-night, Nancy apologized to him and invited him back tomorrow (that's today, now) at 7:00 p.m. so she could make it up to him. She extended the invitation to the other two guys as well. This was surprising because, in our sex-theater game, she had never made a follow-up date with any of her sex partners.

But it was the conversation we had after the guys left that really had my mind spinning.

Nancy mentioned that she wanted us to consider changing the rules of our "sex theater" game. In the game so far, she'd only been willing to go to the brink of actually fucking guys. She hadn't wanted to be penetrated in the cunt, ass, or mouth by anyone's cock but mine. This meant it was all right, of course, for her to lick and kiss (but not take into her mouth) other guys' cocks and allow them to fondle, suck, and finger her, usually to orgasm. 

Actually, there had been two minor violations of the rule. Nick, the male model she'd been videoed with back in Colorado, had very briefly slipped the crown of his cock past her cunt lips. This had happened as he slid his cock up and down between her clit and asshole (a technique that made her orgasm strongly). The second "slip" was when one of the Canadian guys my wife picked up in Berkeley managed to drive several inches of his cock up her cunt as she straddled him. She immediately climbed off it, though; he was inside her for maybe two seconds. 

But she'd asked me last night if I'd be OK with her going all the way. How would I feel about watching her actually sucking and fucking other guys? She implied that, if I were willing, she'd be ready for full-on fucking when her companions from last night paid a return visit later this evening. She reminded me that I'd enjoyed watching total strangers finger-fuck and eat her. What's the big difference? It's all sex, right?

We walked out to the rental car. It was a misty morning in Seattle, so Nancy's choice of warm, not sexy, clothing was a good one. I had no idea where a good coffee shop might be, so we headed back, as best we could in the fog, toward University Way. We finally found, on a street off University, a place that served more or less conventional breakfasts.

I had the digital camera with me so we could review, as we sat down to eat, the shots Arnie had taken of Nancy and the other two guys last night. Actually, she hadn't shown much interest in looking at them, but I didn't think she'd mind my checking them out as we ate. Going through the images, I couldn't help responding to some of them. Nancy, sitting to my left drinking coffee and unenthusiastically eating fried eggs and toast, finally said to me: "OK, I see you're really enjoying the shots. Go ahead and show me the hottest ones."

I leaned toward her and showed her one of several images of her licking the shaft of Jimmy's cock. Arnie had taken three. 

"I bet he loved that," I said. 

"I bet you all loved that," she answered with a little laugh. "The fact is I enjoyed doing that to him. His cock was nice and stiff but not too big." Then she added: "I wouldn't have minded actually sucking it."

At last we'd come back to the topic that had been preoccupying me since last night: her apparent willingness to change the rules of our game. I set the camera aside and look her squarely in the eyes. It was time for straight talk.

"So you're no longer dead-set against taking some other guy's cock in your mouth? Would you actually fuck other guys?"

Nancy placed a hand on mine and looked at me with a serious expression on her face: "Well, it all depends on how you feel about it, Cal. I can live with it either way. It does seem sort of artificial or unnatural to put a limit on what I do with these guys while you watch."

In a split second, all sorts of fantastic images raced through my head. And I could feel my cock stir. I smiled at her and encouraged her to continue. 

"But, of course, there's always the fear of AIDS and other diseases to think about," Nancy resumed. "So what we've been doing so far has been pretty safe, I guess. Still, I have to admit it; there were times when I wouldn't have minded going further. When some guy is eating me sometimes it's all I can do not to beg him to go ahead and fuck me."

"You mean like this?" I asked her. I showed her the close-up image of Jimmy's tongue lashing her clit. Above Jimmy's face, Nancy's very wet cunt gaped open.

"Definitely like that," she said, almost whispering. "God, I was really a mess down there, wasn't I. I think I must have been close to cumming."

"Did you want to fuck Jimmy?"

"Well, to tell the truth," whispered Nancy, "while Jimmy was eating me I was thinking about fucking Sid, wondering how his cock would feel inside me. Isn't that awful?" She was gripping my hand firmly now, and I could tell that, slight hangover or not, she was becoming aroused by the pictures and our discussion.

I paid the bill and we left. On the way back to the house we talked as calmly as we could about what to expect tonight when the guys would pay her a return visit. Nancy clicked through the images in the digital camera as I drove. Several times she reacted to them with what sounded like surprise or pleasure. Once she laughed and said, "That really is some cock, isn't it!" 

Since Nancy was introducing a new wrinkle into the game, I decided to introduce one too. I told her I'd like to be there tonight not merely as a hidden voyeur but as a recorder of the event, a videographer. Of course, no one would know I was her husband. I'd just be some guy she'd met who was willing to make a promotional video for her.

"But won't they recognize you from the bar last night?" she asked.

I told her I doubted it. They were totally into her last night and looked at me only briefly. I was just one man in a roomful of men. Also, I'd located a Seattle Mariners baseball cap, probably Tony's, and would wear it later as a sort of disguise.

We hadn't yet decided on any definite rules for tonight's sexual adventure. First, we weren't sure if anyone would actually show up, though to me it seemed very likely. Second, we weren't sure exactly who would show up (all three guys, only one or two, or would they bring friends who'd heard about last night and wanted to join in?). Third, there was the question of safety. College guys aren't, as a category, statistically threatening as carriers of the AIDS virus, but it only takes one. So we tentatively decided on no fucking without a condom. If a guy looked especially clean, Nancy thought she might risk sucking his cock without a condom.

Damn, I thought to myself, is this really my wife saying this?

Some of these decisions were best made later, on the spot, Nancy continued. Maybe, for example, when she got to know Sid better, he might turn out to be a higher-risk sexual partner than he'd seemed last night. I reminded her jokingly that she'd got to know him close up if not well. He'd pressed his big cock right against her face.

Nancy didn't take it as a joke. "Are you really sure you can handle this, Cal? Are you sure watching some guy like Sid having sex with me wouldn't make you jealous? And what if I really liked it lot?"

I'd been thinking about this and gave her an honest answer: "Yes, it would make me jealous. It really would. But that's only part of it. I'd also feel enormously turned on seeing you having sex with some guy, especially if you really got off on it. The jealousy and arousal are interrelated somehow. Watching you like that would be an incredible mixture of pain and pleasure."

We'd arrived back at the house by then. Sitting in the car outside Tony's house, Nancy leaned across to me and gave me a deep kiss. As she kissed me she reached down to my crotch and felt my semi-erect penis. "Thanks, Cal. Your cock is a sure sign of your sincerity. I promise I'll make tonight one of our best adventures. And you'll be able to make a permanent record of it!"

She ran into the house then so she could shower and get ready for her day. I drove off to look for a camera rental store. Thinking about tonight, I was in such a state of anticipation about what might happen that I decided to blow off the conference for the day. If anyone asked where I was, I'd invent some illness.

It took a while (I had to stop at a gas station to look through the yellow pages), but I eventually found a photo shop. The clerk there talked me into buying a digital video camera, a Sony, instead of renting one. I also bought a cheap tripod to rest the camera on and rented a light (designed for shooting indoor videos, the clerk said) mounted on a taller tripod. I figured the light might make me look more like I knew what I was doing.

I got back to Tony's house at around 11:00 o'clock. As I carried the photographic gear inside, I noticed Nancy coming down the stairs in the short terry cloth robe she puts on after showering. She smiled and flashed her beautiful crotch at me. Then she threw her arms around my neck and gave me a big kiss. Kissing her back, I reached down and cradled her naked ass cheeks. I spread them and felt her moist cunt with my fingertips. Her ass felt wonderfully warm and firm in my hands and it made me very excited to know that later some guy, maybe several guys, might put their hands where mine were.

As though reading my mind, Nancy said: "Arnie called while you were gone. He and Sid are coming over later, but they can't make it till 8:00 o'clock."

"I didn't know you'd given them your number," I said. "What about Jimmy?" I was still clutching her and playing with her ass as we talked.

"He can't make it." Then, changing the subject, she whispered to me: "I was looking at those pictures again. Cal, I had to masturbate. They really got to me."

I brought my right hand around in front of her and stuck two fingers inside her very wet cunt. She gave a little gasp and said, "Oh, God, that's sensitive from cumming." There was only one thing to do then. I picked her up and laid her down on the carpet in the middle of Tony's living room. I pulled her robe open, spread her gorgeous thighs apart, and began licking and sucking her cunt. She tasted slightly of soap from her shower, but after a minute or so the delicious flavor of her cunt juice was all I could taste. Her clitoris was swelling below its hood and I spent extra time lashing it with the tip of my tongue. She was getting very excited.

Then I stuck my tongue as far into her cunt as it would go and moved it around. I kept it inside her for quite a while before coming up for air.

"You really taste great. Am I doing it as well as that nerdy kid Jimmy?" 

Nancy laughed but not for long because her orgasm was already starting. Soon she was writhing, pushing her cunt against my mouth, and squealing with no inhibitions. Then she gave a final gasp and all the breath seemed to go out of her. She lay quite limp. 

I gave her clitoris a final lick and got to my knees, my erection straining against my pants. 

"Let me suck your cock now," Nancy whispered. She started to sit up but I shoved her back gently so that she lay flat again. After placing a throw pillow under her neck, I quickly stripped from the waist down and straddled her chest. Gripping my erection in my right hand, I scooted forward on my knees until the head of my cock slipped between her lips. Then, after she spent about thirty seconds licking the crown of my cock with her tongue, I began a slow back and forth movement with my pelvis, watching my cock go in and out of my wife's beautiful mouth. With a feeling of self-satisfaction, I had to admit that my cock looked pretty impressive. It compared very well with the hard-ons of most other guys I'd watched Nancy with.

After several minutes of rocking back and forth, I began feeling that familiar, delicious stirring in my middle body, and I knew I was about to cum. 

Giving an involuntary moan and reaching behind me with my left hand, I inserted my middle finger deep inside Nancy's cunt. Seconds later, I shot a big load of semen inside her mouth. It came in three, maybe four, spurts. She kept her mouth closed, swallowing my cum and rolling her tongue around the head of my cock until it became too sensitive and I had to withdraw it.

I rolled back on my haunches and looked down at her outrageously beautiful body laid out on her white robe. Her little pink nipples were quite erect and her cunt was still wet from the thorough eating I'd given her. She smiled up at me and I noticed a small amount of cum dripping out of the corner of her mouth. "Thank you," she said softly. "That was wonderful. You haven't fucked my mouth like that in quite a while."

I wasn't sure if this was a compliment or a criticism: "Too bad Arnie wasn't here to photograph it."

She slapped my leg and, laughing, said, "Damn you. Not everything we do has to involve a third or fourth guy."

"Does that mean we're calling off tonight's event?"

"It does not," she answered. "You asked for it, Cal, and you're damned well going to get it!" Then she added, as an afterthought, "And so will I, if I'm not mistaken."

I showed Nancy the video camera I'd just bought. She wasn't happy about what it cost but agreed that we'd probably find some use for it in the near future. She meant, of course, some horny use for it.

2.

We got dressed then and walked back to University Way for lunch. It was still a little cool so Nancy wore jeans, a blue-white blouse, and a dark blue zip-up "hoodie." We were preoccupied with what was going to happen that evening, so she wasn't interested in exhibiting herself as she had the day before.

We located a small restaurant crowded with university students. Sitting down at a corner table to eat the sandwiches we'd ordered, I noticed that Nancy was showing signs of nervousness. 

"You're still OK with this, aren't you?" I asked her.

"I think so. I wish I had a better idea of what was going to happen, though. If I'm going to get fucked, I guess Sid or Arnie will do. Sid, at least, was eager enough last night. But I'd almost rather do it with some guy who had no qualms about being filmed. Some sort of pro maybe, like that foreign guy Nick I was videoed with back in Colorado. I wonder if we could work that out somehow."

Damn, it was impossible to forget that horny male model Nick! The sudden thought of what Nancy had let him do to her, while I watched the two of them through a peephole, caused my cock to throb. [I've recorded these adventures in the last few sections of "My Wife's Night Class" in the Exhibitionist/Voyeur section.] 

"Nothing's impossible. But we don't know anyone around here and the chances of bumping into a professional fucker are pretty slim." I heard myself saying these words and experienced a very odd sensation. Were my wife and I really discussing so matter-of-factly her having sex with a "professional fucker"? After all, this ought to be a pretty humiliating topic for a husband, the one who is supposed to be his wife's only fucker. But, of course, I'm not like most husbands. Maybe I was even getting off, slightly, on what should be the shame of the situation. 

Nancy picked up a copy of a free, somewhat underground, newspaper that was lying on the next table. It was called The Stranger. "I was looking through this yesterday when I went shopping," she said, "and noticed a lot of ads for escorts and, well, prostitutes. There were guys advertising, too, but none of them looked very straight to me."

We looked at the sex ads at the end of paper for several minutes. She was right; the male escorts were pretty obviously targeting gay clients. They also looked very expensive.

"Why should we pay some guy to do what a hundred others would pay you to do?" I asked.

"Sure, they'd all like to fuck me, but would they let themselves be filmed doing it? That's the catch." 

It was then about 1:00 p.m. That meant we had only about seven hours until Sid and Arnie would show up at the house expecting some kind of action. We got up from the table, paid the bill, and walked out. 

Hand-in-hand, we began walking downs the street. "How many guys do you think I'll get to fuck," she asked. "I was thinking of one and possibly two. But I don't want this turning into some kind of gangbang."

"Here's a compromise idea, and it's not quite a gangbang," I said. "Why don't we try to get some guy who doesn't mind being filmed to be there when your friends from last night arrive? He can sort of set the tone and maybe encourage your amateur friends, especially Sid Bigdick, to give their all for filmic art." 

Nancy agreed immediately and decided to go off by herself for a little while to look for a willing tone-setter. She said she'd start at one of the coffee shops and see what she could stir up. Her plan would be to act worried about having to back out of a photo shoot tonight because the male model couldn't make it. And, damn it, she really needed to get it done. What could she do?

"You know how helpful guys like to be," I said. "They're born problem solvers, especially when the person with a problem looks like you. But it might help to flash a little more tit."

I reached across to her and, since no one seemed to be watching, unzipped Nancy's top just below her breasts so that the slightest motion would expose them. She wasn't wearing a bra, of course, and the view was great. But she zipped the hoodie back up about three inches, saying she needed to retain a little decency in order not to look like a hooker. "Don't worry. If I meet the right guy, I'll know how to work my assets to full advantage."

"And don't forget to give him a good look at that sweet ass of yours. Those jeans are nice and tight, especially when you bend over."

"Pervert," she said, laughing. "Go away. I have a job to do. I'll give you a call later."

3.

I went back to Tony's house and began setting up the living room for the evening's entertainment. On the way, I picked up a twelve-pack of beer and two bottles of White Zinfandel. 

I decided to stage the action on and in front of the larger of two couches in the room. First, I set up the "fill" light on its tripod a few feet to the left of center in front of the couch. Then I set up the small tripod on a little table a few feet in front of couch. My idea was to videotape most of the action from this central vantage point, occasionally removing the camera from the tripod to shoot from other angles.




Nancy's Seattle Adventures Ch. 05



After putting in the digital tape, I mounted the camera on its tripod and let it roll a few seconds, adjusting the zoom to see how "up-close" I could get. Without a human subject to practice on, I could only guess at the sharpness of the images I'd get, but it looked pretty promising to me. 

Promising, my ass! I had a sudden vision (was it a premonition?) of Nancy on her back, squealing with pleasure, as some huge cock pistoned in and out of her. How would I really feel about this? Could I really handle the jealousy?

I tortured myself with these thoughts for a few minutes. Soon, though, feelings of jealousy were overtaken by extreme excitement. Was this really happening? My beautiful wife, who'd fucked only me since we'd been married, was willing to go the limit with another guy, maybe more than one guy! And I'd get the whole thing on videotape!

All these dirty thoughts had given me a hard-on. I considered jacking off but decided to get cleaned up instead. Better to defer pleasure sometimes. After going upstairs, shaving, and showering, I stretched out on the guest room bed and dozed off.

At about 4:00 o'clock, Nancy called.

She sounded excited: "I think I found the right guy to get things moving tonight," she said. "He's loosely connected with the drama department at the University and told me he sometimes does porn to pay the bills. We got to talking and he really seems to like me. He said he'd help me out with an erotic promo for nothing. He said he even thought it would be fun."

Fun was putting it mildly, I thought. "Where did you locate him?"

"I started chatting with a nice-looking guy in a coffee shop. In fact he was very nice looking, but he turned out to be gay. When I explained what I was looking for, though, he immediately thought of Jack, a straight friend of his. He even called Jack for me so I could explain just what I needed. He was doing something up on the campus but agreed to meet me at the coffee shop to discuss things."

"So, he came right over?"

"Actually, it took him about half an hour to get there. Ward and I chatted awhile – Ward's the gay guy – then he had to leave. A few minutes later, Jack showed up. He turned out to be a really sweet guy and we, well, agreed on a few things."

"Where are you now?"

"I'm at a drug store where I bought some condoms. Jack said to get ultra-thins and some lubricant, too. So I did. I'm going to start walking back to the house now, so you can expect me in about ten minutes. I'll tell you more about it when I get there."

Nancy arrived at about 4:30. I sat her down in the living room and asked her to tell me everything she and Jack had planned for the evening.

When Jack arrived at the coffee shop, said Nancy, he turned out to be a pleasant-looking rather than a handsome man. He was on the short side and looked about thirty, maybe thirty-five. He only worked with women. His last "adult" session was three months ago. He was divorced and the father of a six-year-old son.

It was Jack who brought up the need for condoms. He told her he hadn't had unprotected sex since the recent porno session – the director had insisted and he'd needed the money -- but he'd had a "check" since then and was clean. 

"So will Jack get here at 8:00 o'clock, too?" I asked.

"Oh, I forgot to mention that part. He's coming early, at around 6:00 he said, to go over a few things with me. Not exactly rehearsal, but he said it was important for us to set things up and get acquainted first."

I wondered what this would consist of. Did he want to practice fucking my wife?

"And I told him about you," continued Nancy. "Not that you're my husband but that you're a guy I know slightly who's inexperienced with a video camera but willing to help me out by shooting a promotional video. So he won't expect any sort of expertise on your part. I even asked him not to be too critical of you. He said not to worry. He doesn't know a lot about videotaping himself. When he's doing an erotic session, he says he's into the performance not how it's taped."

"Meanwhile," continued Nancy, "let's order a pizza. I'm getting hungry, are you?"

'Great," I said. "Maybe I can film you in a porno cliché. You know, the one where the girl gets screwed by the pizza delivery guy."

Nancy just laughed, asked me if pepperoni was OK, and went in search of the phone book. I, meanwhile, gathered up several throw pillows and placed them on the couch. Then I spread out the blanket (the one Jimmy had barfed on but which Nancy had hand-washed and dried this morning in Tony's machine) in front of the couch in case the action moved off the couch and down to the floor. I practiced focusing on the couch and the area in front of it again, discovering I'd have to take the camera off the tripod to video the latter area.

"It'll be about thirty minutes for the pizza," said Nancy. "I'm going to go upstairs and get into something more suitable now. And I've got to do something about this make-up. I look like hell. It's a wonder I didn't scare Jack off."

"Does he know the other guys are coming by?" I asked her as she started to climb the stairs.

"Nope. That can be our surprise. He claims to be an actor, so he should to be able to adjust quickly to situations. We'll see how he does. By the way, what would you like me in tonight? The same outfit as yesterday, maybe?"

"Yep. Except not the panties. Let's get right down to it."

4.

The pizza guy and Jack arrived at the same time, a few minutes past six o'clock. Nancy was sitting in the living room in her short white skirt, light blue top, and sandals. And, of course, she was panty-less and braless. I paid for the pizza and shook hands with Jack. 

He was about 5'9" with a stocky build. He had blond hair, thinning a little at the temples, and a broad smile. I introduced myself as Cal, a friend of Nancy's.

I apologized for the pizza arriving a little late since I knew he and Nancy needed to rehearse. He said that was fine with him. He was at our disposal until around 9:00.

So Nancy, Jack, and I sat down on the carpeted floor around the low coffee table to drink a beer and eat the pizza. Jack sat down right next to Nancy and complimented her on her appearance. He said he could see tonight was going to be a real pleasure. When he said this, Nancy thanked him and gave him a little peck on the cheek. I couldn't see for sure, but I think he was resting his left hand on her thigh.

"So how is this going to work tonight?" I asked. "Are you going to script something like a play or are you two just going to improvise?" I thought, as the videographer, this was an appropriate question.

Jack answered: "Most erotic videos have a premise of some sort, even if it's pretty lame. Since Nancy looks so young, I was thinking she could play the part of a babysitter maybe, and I could be a father coming home early from a party. Then one thing would lead to another. If she can act innocent, I can play the part of an older guy taking advantage of her. That way I can sort of be in charge of the action, if that's all right with you."

He addressed this last suggestion to Nancy not me. She nodded her consent.

"I know you're new to this," he said (this time to me), "but the main thing to remember is not to try for a lot of tricky angles. I'll set a real slow pace with Nancy so you'll be able to get a good angle on what we're doing and stay with it for a while."  

A little later, at around 6:45, I noticed Jack saying something under his breath to Nancy. She looked at me and announced that the two of them needed to go upstairs for a little while. They needed to get acquainted physically.

I said no problem. Everything was ready down here when they were.

Then the two of them went upstairs, almost certainly to the guest bedroom. As I watched them climb the stairs, a strong wave of jealousy swept over me. Here was my wife on her way to "get acquainted physically" with a guy who was shortly going to fuck her right before my eyes. But why should I feel jealousy? After all, it was exactly what she and I had done our best to set up. Why should I feel this way? Well, the fact is I just did.

I think I felt left out. I'd always been able to watch her in action prior to this. Before, I'd always felt included even though the guys I'd watched my wife with didn't know I was present. 

My head buzzing with jealousy and excitement, I cleaned up the pizza mess and dawdled a while in the living room. It was about 7:10 now and the other guys would be knocking on the front door in less than an hour. I listened for sounds coming from upstairs but couldn't hear anything.

Finally, my curiosity got the best of me and I tip-toed upstairs to see if I could tell what was going on there. On the landing, I peered around the corner and saw that the bedroom door was shut. I stood next to the door and listened again as intently as I could.

I could make out a few sounds. The bed, a rather old one, was making a creaking sound. Obviously one or both of them were on it. It wasn't a regular creaking sound though, so I was pretty sure he hadn't already climbed on my wife and begun fucking her. 

Then I heard Nancy laugh. I heard Jack's voice next but couldn't make out what he said. This was followed by more bed creaking sounds and a little squeal and laugh from Nancy. Was he tickling her? Finger-fucking her?

Then, after almost three minutes of silence, the bed made the sound it makes when someone gets off it and I heard Nancy say something about being right back. I quickly dodged around the corner of the landing and down about five stair steps. A second later I heard the bedroom door open and Nancy, topless and wearing only her little white skirt, quickly darted across the hallway and into the bathroom. Her skirt flipped up as she passed above me, and I got a nice view of her beautiful naked ass just before she shut the bathroom door.

Obviously Jack had wasted no time getting my wife virtually naked. And, from the playful noises she'd been making, it was clear she was enjoying whatever it was he was doing to her as they got acquainted. I'd have to get her to tell me every detail later. 

I moved down a few more stairs to be less visible. In the bathroom the toilet flushed and I heard Nancy washing her hands in the basin. Then she opened the bathroom door and stood framed in it, topless and gorgeous, for a full two seconds. I wondered what made her hesitate. All at once she smiled, and I saw that Jack was standing just a few feet in front of her on the landing. He was wearing only his shirt and I caught a brief glimpse of his cock, which looked semi-erect, as he walked over to Nancy and embraced her.

"I have to go, too," he said.

Their bodies were briefly sideways to me and as Jack moved past my wife and into the bathroom I saw her reach down with her left hand and give his dangling cock a playful tug.

"Hurry back," she said. "We have to get ready. It's almost show time."

Then they separated, he into the bathroom and she back into the bedroom. I looked at my wrist-watch and saw that it was almost 7:30. Jack took quite a while in the bathroom, six or seven minutes maybe, and when he opened the door and crossed the landing to the bedroom I got quite a shock. He had a full erection! It bobbed impressively as he walked past above me and it looked like he was wearing a condom, though I couldn't be sure from where I was watching.

His cock was about the size of mine, maybe a little longer. I wondered: was he going to stick it in Nancy already? Was he going to fuck her now and again later? 

I heard Nancy make a half-laughing-half-squealing sound of surprise as Jack entered the bedroom. Then I heard the door close. Quickly, I rushed up the stairs again and stood next to the bedroom door to listen.

The bed was making little irregular creaking noises again and I could just make out their voices, mumbles really, and knew they were on the bed doing something and talking. This continued for several minutes until I heard Nancy make a rather loud gasping sound. A few seconds later I was able to distinguish several words: it was Nancy saying, "Oh, yes! Like that!"

I tried to imagine what Jack was doing to my wife. Had he stuck his cock inside her? Was he eating her cunt? My own cock was fully erect now in my trousers. Simultaneously aroused and in the pangs of jealousy, I rubbed it as I listened

Then, after a brief period, perhaps a full minute, during which I couldn't make out any further sounds, Nancy gasped again and made a little whimpering sound. Damn, I almost came when she made that little sound. 

I heard nothing after that except the bed creaking slightly for several more minutes. What had just happened and what was happening now? Had Jack brought her to orgasm or near it? How had he done it?

Finally, at 8:00 o'clock, I heard a loud creaking noise and knew that one or both of them were getting off the bed. I decided it was time to get back downstairs, so quickly retreated (my hard cock straining against my trousers) to the living room and began, nervously, fiddling with the light on the big tripod and rearranging the pillows and blanket in front of the couch.

Then, at about 8:10, the door bell sounded. I knew it had to be Sid and Arnie. I heard the bedroom door upstairs open and Nancy shouted down the stairs to me, "Cal, can you please answer the front door? We'll be down in a few minutes."

I put on my baseball cap and opened the front door for Nancy's two new friends. I hoped the cap would make me look different from the way I looked last night at the bar where they'd met her. Sid and Arnie stood on the front porch, Arnie holding a twelve-pack of beer. They didn't seem to recognize me and I let them in, explaining that I was a friend of Nancy's here to shoot a video for her.

I told them she and the guy who was going to be in the video with her were upstairs getting ready. 

Just then, Nancy leaned over the rail near the top the stairs and yelled down to Sid and Arnie: "Make yourselves comfortable, guys. I'm going to be busy for a little while making this video, but you can just hang out if that's OK."

Arnie and Sid looked at each other and then, resignedly I guess, sat down on the couch that wasn't going to be used in the video. Arnie opened the twelve-pack he'd carried in, popped loose a beer for Sid and himself, and offered me one.

"So, what kind of video is this going to be," asked Sid.

I answered him as though I had extensive experience with videography: "Oh, the usual suck and fuck type, I guess." The two guys on the couch acted surprised. Yesterday, Nancy had made a point of telling them she didn't fuck guys she posed with. They probably wondered if I misunderstood her "rules" or if she had lied to them.

Jack and my wife, meanwhile, had come downstairs. He was fully dressed again, as the father coming home early from a party, no doubt. And Nancy had on a different top with her short white skirt and sandals. The yellow blouse she'd put on was transparent enough to show the outlines of her nipples. To make herself look even younger, Nancy had put her hair up in pig-tails. She looked (and I'm not exaggerating) about seventeen.

Jack shook hands with Sid and Arnie. He didn't seem bothered at all by the prospect of performing in front of strangers. Then he turned to me and said, "Well, let's get it started."



Nancy's Seattle Adventures Ch. 06



1.

Nancy said hello to Sid and Arnie and immediately headed for the kitchen. I trailed after her to find out exactly what had taken place in the bedroom. I came upon her as she was leaning forward taking a bottle of wine out of the refrigerator. Walking up behind her, I put my hand up her skirt to feel her naked ass. Pretending to be surprised (she'd caught sight of me walking up behind her), she squealed and giggled as though she were already in her girlish character.

"What were you two up to in the bedroom?" I spoke in a low voice. I didn't want anyone overhearing us.

"Well, we got acquainted, that's for sure," she answered with a little laugh. "Mostly, we talked. We're trying to approach this like actors, so we talked about our characters. I'm the young tart, who's pretty much without sexual boundaries. He's the domineering adult who likes 'em young."

"Did you actually rehearse anything?" I asked (knowing at least part of the answer).

Nancy laughed again, this time a bit nervously. "Well, we did a bit of that all right. He showed me his cock, what it looked like hard in a condom, so there'd be no surprise, he said. And he got thoroughly acquainted with my body."

"Tell me about that."

"Actually, I got it backward. He took quite a lot of time exploring my body before he showed me his cock. He started by taking my top off and playing with my breasts. You know, sucking my nipples and all that. He complimented me, said he really liked smaller breasts like mine."

"They're not really small. I think they're perfect." I slid my hands up her body and cupped them briefly. 

"Then he got between my legs and performed cunnilingus on me. He's very good at it. Actually he felt a lot like you did doing the same thing earlier today. But he didn't make me cum the way you did." Her effort to spare my feelings was rather touching. 

"What did he do with that hard cock he showed you? Did he stick it inside you?" 

"Um, well, yes. But only briefly. He said he just wanted to see how it fit, which we laughed about because it was such a ridiculous excuse. He was only in there for two or three thrusts, though. I have to admit it felt wonderful and I got pretty aroused, but I told him to stop and save it for later. His cock feels a lot like yours, except for the condom."

Nancy took three water glasses down from a cabinet and placed them on the kitchen table. She kissed me and said, "I hope that was all right, Cal. Since we've been married, I've never really taken another guy's cock inside me, unless you count that little slip with the Canadian guy. I don't really need to fuck anyone but you, you know."

"The truth is I want you to," I answered, more emphatically than I meant to. "And I want you to enjoy yourself while you're at it. It excites me that other guys want you the way I do. And I know I'll love shooting Jack and you getting it on. It's not like he's some slime. He seems like a pretty nice guy and deserves to fuck you as much as anyone."

She kissed me again and told me she loved me. I noticed she'd removed her regular lipstick and put on a light lip gloss. It tasted slightly of watermelon, I think.

I opened the wine bottle and poured the glasses half full. I decided not to tell her I'd been listening to Jack and her "getting acquainted." 

As Nancy and I returned to the living room with the wine bottle and the glasses of wine, she said, "By the way, there's no rush tonight. Jack said he can stay as late as we need him."

Two of the glasses of wine were for Nancy and me. She handed the third glass to Jack. Sid and Arnie were into their second beers and I noticed they'd already drunk about half of their twelve-pack. They'd obviously gotten a head start before arriving.

"There's more beer in the refrigerator if you run out," said Nancy. She said this with a straight face.

Sitting down between Sid and Arnie, Nancy gave them our agreed upon bullshit story: "I'm sorry I didn't warn you guys about this video shoot earlier," she said, "because I knew you were coming over. But this agent I found told me he needed me to do a demo with a guy right away and he gave me the guy's number. I called him and at first he said he'd do it. So I contacted Cal, an acquaintance of my husband John, who's into photography, and got him to shoot the video for me. Then the guy I was going to do it with changed his mind. I panicked. Fortunately, at the last minute, I found Jack."

As she talked to her two friends from last night, I noticed that Sid's and Arnie's eyes kept wandering down to her breasts. No wonder. Her nipples were quite erect and poked out against the thin material of her yellow blouse. And her areolas were even more visible than they'd been earlier.

We all sat and stood around for quite a while drinking and talking. I switched to beer and between Sid, Arnie, and me we did away with their twelve-pack and quite a few beers from the refrigerator. It seemed that everyone made several trips to the bathroom off the kitchen. Jack and Nancy finished off one bottle of wine and part of the second bottle. Finally, at around 9:15, Jack asked Sid and Arnie them if either had done any acting.

Arnie said he'd been in several plays in high school.

Jack then asked him if he'd mind doing a short scene with Nancy, about five minutes long, before his scene with her began. He explained that he was supposed to be a father coming home early from a party and surprising the babysitter. It would be a good lead-in to their scene if she could be caught with her boyfriend fooling around in the living room.

It wouldn't involve the boyfriend getting naked, he added. But he needed to get Nancy into a compromising situation, which would mean at least unbuttoning her blouse and feeling her up. When he (Jack) burst in on them, he (Arnie) would have to act scared, get off the couch, and quickly exit through the front door.

"C'mon, Arnie," teased Sid, "this is your chance to get famous!" Arnie didn't look very enthusiastic. But he was also drunk, so his inhibitions weren't what they might've been.

I was standing nearby and immediately tried to soothe any lingering fears with pseudo-legal nonsense: "Don't worry about anyone seeing it, Arnie. I'll show the video to Nancy's prospective agent so he can get an idea of what she can do, but he's not getting a copy of it. It's my property and I won't show it to her husband or let it out on the Internet. Mainly because the production value won't be good enough, but also, if I did, I'd have to get a written release from you."

Hearing me saying this, Nancy walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek. "Do it, Arnie. Please? It'd be a big favor to me."

He blushed and said, "I guess so." He looked more than ever like Ron Howard on "Happy Days."

Jack then turned to Nancy and said, "Could you go upstairs and put some panties on? Then we can have Arnie remove them while you're necking with him. I think that would be pretty compromising."

"And hot!" chimed in Sid.

Laughing, Nancy turned around, flipped up her skirt to show us her perfect bare ass, and headed upstairs to do as she was asked.

"It's going to be a pleasure shooting her in action," I said to the three guys watching my wife climb the stairs. "She mentioned that her husband -- I knew John back in New York -- had better not find out what she's doing tonight. He's OK with her posing nude but doesn't like it going any further. What he doesn't know won't hurt him, of course."

"What's she doing in Seattle, then?" asked Jack. "She said she needed money right away. Is she splitting with her husband?"

"She didn't say," I answered, "but maybe that's what happening. She's here with her mother, who's taken off somewhere until tomorrow, she said. But I don't know whose place this is. I think it belongs to a friend of her mother's."

At about 9:30, Nancy came back downstairs. She walked right over to Arnie, who was standing next to Sid looking a little bashful, and led him over to the couch they'd be using. She sat down next to him, on his left side from my vantage point. I flooded the two of them with the fill light. It lighted them too brightly, so I moved the tripod it was mounted on back about four feet and directed the light a foot or so to the left side of Nancy's head.

I then walked over to the sound system across the room and tuned in an AM rock station, something a dopey sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl might listen to. I set the volume low enough, though, that any conversation between them could be heard.

Finally, I moved over to the video camera and centered Arnie and Nancy in the view finder. "OK," I said, "you can start when you're ready. Nancy, you can sort of give him directions as you go, but I mostly just to do what comes natural."

2.

Arnie and my wife immediately turned toward one another and began necking like teenagers. I started shooting. After about thirty seconds, Nancy pulled out of the clinch they were in, and, kicking off her sandals, threw her legs up on the couch and lay with the back of her head in Arnie's lap. Arnie slid a foot or so to the right to accommodate her. 

Nancy's lay sideways to the camera now. Her skirt had ridden up to her waist so her bare legs, slightly spread, were totally exposed. Arnie reached out with his right hand and began caressing her thighs. To encourage him, I suppose, she reached up, put her arms around his neck, and pulled his head down for another kiss. It was a bit awkward for him, leaning forward like this, but he continued necking with my wife this way for almost a minute.

His right hand, meanwhile, had come to rest on her crotch. I removed the camera from its tripod and started to move with it to the left end of the couch to get a better angle on what was happening between her legs, but he abruptly removed his right hand from between her legs and began using both hands to unbutton her blouse. Since I was standing with the camera steadied by the leather strap around my neck (so wasn't worried about the shot getting too wobbly), I remained standing and zoomed in on Arnie's fingers undoing buttons. He fumbled with them a bit, but soon he had her blouse wide open. 

He began gently caressing her gorgeous breasts and pinching her nipples. I carefully returned the camera to its tripod and got a good sequence of him leaning down and taking my wife's left nipple, very erect and dark pink, into his mouth. As he sucked on it, Nancy groaned with pleasure.

Seconds later, she got off the couch, stood up and removed her blouse completely. Throwing it on the floor, she then got back on the couch and knee-walked topless over to Arnie, who hadn't changed his position. She put her left hand around his neck and pulled his head forward to her naked breasts. To get a better angle, I stood up with the camera again and moved a few feet to the right. I zoomed in on Arnie sucking first one, then the other, nipple. As he did this, Nancy threw her head back and either simulated or actually experienced intense pleasure.

As he sucked her nipples, Arnie had worked his right hand up between Nancy's legs. I knelt down on one knee to get a shot of him rubbing her cunt through her panties, a pair of ordinary white cotton ones. She spread her legs slightly to give him better access.

"Would you like my panties for a souvenir, Billy?" asked Nancy in her teenager voice.

"Oh, yes," said Arnie. Had she told him he was now named "Billy"?

Nancy, still on her knees, quickly turned her body around so her ass was practically in his face. Arnie immediately began tugging at the bottoms of her panties. I stayed where I was, shooting from just behind him, because I had a perfect view. At first he had a little trouble getting her panties off, but after flipping her short skirt up so it lay against her lower back, Arnie put his fingers under the elastic waist-band of her panties and quickly pulled them down.

I zoomed in tight on my wife's butt as she lifted her knees one at a time to let Arnie take her panties all the way off. Accomplishing the task, he quickly stuffed them in his shirt pocket. Looking over her shoulder at him, Nancy leaned forward on her elbows and spread her legs further apart. Unable to resist the temptation of this display of cunt and asshole, Arnie leaned forward and quickly kissed her cunt. 

Then, using both hands, he spread her ass cheeks to open her up even further. He held her cunt and asshole open that way for several seconds as the camera rolled. Seconds later, I got a wonderful sequence with Arnie sliding the index and middle fingers of his left hand in and out of her cunt. My wife moaned with pleasure and said, "Oh, Billy! God, that feels so good!" 

This apparently was Jack's cue.

I heard him slam the front door shut as though he'd just entered the house. But I kept the camera on Arnie and Nancy. Arnie removed his fingers from my wife's cunt and wiped them on his pants. She said, "Oh, Mr. Johnson!" and sprang off the couch to retrieve her blouse lying on the floor.

I panned over to "Mr. Johnson" striding toward the couch. "So this is what you do when you baby-sit? I don't remember inviting this young man to my house. He'd better get out of here right now or there's going to big trouble."

"Oh, Mr. Johnson," said Nancy in her silliest voice, "Billy was just here helping me study. Honest!" She was holding her blouse up against her naked breasts.

Meanwhile, "Billy" had shot up from the couch and was already letting himself out the front door. I kept the camera on Nancy, though, and slowly moved back around in front of the couch to get some more tripod shots. Looking very frightened, she sat on the couch still holding her blouse bunched up in front of her breasts. "Mr. Johnson" sat down on the couch next to her.

3.

"So, do you study naked? There's no use bullshitting me because I saw what you and that boy were doing. The only thing he was studying was your ass."

"Well, we started to study . . . ."

"I can see up your skirt, you know," said Jack. "And you're not even wearing panties, are you. Were you letting that guy play with your naked pussy?"

Nancy didn't answer and managed to blush deeply. She was staying fully in character, delivering an Oscar performance in this hokey skit.

"I want to see your pussy, too," said Jack. "I'm paying for your time, so that's the least you owe me."

Acting very cowed, and still clutching her blouse against her breasts, Nancy sat back against the left arm-rest of the couch and spread her legs so Jack could see her cunt. He immediately leaned way forward so his face was just inches from her crotch.

"That's a really sweet-looking pussy you've got there. Have you ever fucked any of your boyfriends with it?"

"Uh, well, just two guys. But that was last year and I didn't mean to let it happen. I'm a senior now."

"Maybe it's time you had another fucking, then. Open your legs wider."

She did as he demanded as Jack grabbed her waist and pulled her body toward him about eight inches. Then he abruptly dove into her crotch and began eating her. I didn't have a good angle, so I quickly moved to the right end of the couch. As I moved there, my hard-on was almost painful in my pants.

In the space of two minutes, maybe, two different guys had enjoyed my wife's cunt while I videoed the action just a few feet away! And I knew it was going to get even worse or better (for I was again experiencing both jealousy and sexual excitement -- with a little shame thrown in. What sort of husband would let his wife do these things?). 

Nancy's body had slid down so her head was propped up awkwardly against the left arm-rest. Lying forward with his mouth working furiously against her cunt, Jack's body was somewhat contorted, too, since there wasn't enough space on the couch for his legs. He managed to throw his right leg over the right arm-rest, but his left leg just dangled off the front of the couch.

"Let's get down on that blanket," he said. "This isn't comfortable enough. And get rid of that blouse. Why are you still trying to cover your tits with it?"

She again tossed the blouse on the floor.

"Take off that skirt, too," said Jack. "It just gets in the way. And go over there and turn off that damned music. It's really annoying." Ordering her around like this, he was fully into his domineering male role.

Standing up, she unzipped her skirt and removed it. I then videoed her as she walked stark naked over to the sound system and turned it off. She looked like a goddess. I kept the camera on her as she walked slowly back to where Jack sat in front of the couch. He immediately pulled her down to the blanket so that they were on their knees facing one another. He kissed her and she responded to him rather passively. I had to change angles again, positioning my camera near the left arm of the couch. That way the light was coming slightly over my shoulder. 

"Could you taste your pussy when you kissed me?" he asked.

"Oh," was all she said. Nancy was letting Jack do most of the talking and was playing the part of a young girl totally under his control.

A few seconds I got a very good sequence with Jack leaning forward and sucking Nancy's nipples. He took his time to let me get it all. "You've got beautiful little tits," he said. "They're really nice and firm. Teenage girls like you should never wear bras." 

Then he gently laid her on her back. Her cunt was aimed right at the camera. "Now I'm going to taste that pussy again," said Jack.

But he didn't immediately go down on her. Instead, he stood up and stripped off all his clothes except a tee shirt and socks. He stood sideways to me briefly so I could get a shot of his semi-erect cock. Then, slowly, he knelt down between my wife's legs, spread her cunt open, and began kissing and sucking it. Nancy's body tensed when he again made oral contact with her, but she soon relaxed and began moaning with pleasure. Closing her eyes and pinching her own nipples, she seemed transported. I guess the leaning-forward position strained Jack's neck, though, because after about thirty seconds he stretched out flat on his belly so he could eat Nancy's cunt more comfortably.

I was shooting over his right shoulder now and he obliged me by occasionally lifting his head to give me a good shot of Nancy's sopping-wet cunt as he fingered it and spread it wide to reveal to the camera her glistening and swollen cunt lips and the red bud of her clitoris.

After maybe seven or eight minutes of being eaten by an apparent expert, Nancy approached her orgasm. As it neared, Jack rolled his face slightly to the side so I could get a clear view of him lashing my wife's clitoris with his tongue while burying two fingers of his right hand deep inside her. After thirty seconds or so of thrashing around and moaning, the inevitable happened: "Oh, God! Oh Jack, oh Jack, I'm cumming now!" she exclaimed. And did she ever! She began by shouting out something wordless and ended by seeming to fight for breath. Afterwards, she lay quite limp.

But "Oh Jack"? This was completely out of character. It didn't matter, though. The clerk at the camera shop told me there was an easy way to edit digital tape. What this verbal slip showed me was that Nancy was so into her orgasm that she momentarily lost track of who she was supposed to be.

I turned off the camera then and Jack let her rest for almost a full minute. Then, as I resumed shooting, he crawled up beside her, embraced her tightly, and kissed her. He said something to her then and, holding his cock in his left hand, rolled over on his back. Nancy immediately slid down his body and rested her head on his rather hairy lower belly. Taking his cock in her right hand, she stroked it gently for several seconds. I think it grew in both length and girth as she did this. Then, raising herself slightly on her right elbow, she put just the head of it into her mouth and sucked it and lashed it with her tongue for at least a full minute.




Nancy's Seattle Adventures Ch. 06



I'd watched Nancy lick and tease other guys' cocks before, but this was the only cock I'd ever seen inside her mouth except my own. 

And there was no use hiding from anyone else in the room, at this point, that I had a very stiff cock under my trousers. I noticed that Sid and Arnie were standing just behind me, seeing what I got to see as I videoed my wife, but I didn't notice if they too had erections.

Seconds later, Nancy quickly got on her knees next to Jack and, leaning forward, brought his hard cock all the way inside her mouth! Cradling his scrotum in her left hand, she moved her head up and down the glistening wet shaft, making it disappear and reappear. Occasionally, she would catch her breath by licking and sucking the crown of his cock and, once, she leaned down further and licked his balls. All the while she was attending to his equipment, Jack gripped one of her pig tails, but there was no need to force her. She was fully committed to giving him a super blow-job.

After almost five minutes of having his cock sucked relentlessly, Jack freed it from Nancy's mouth. He said: "Stop, that's enough for now. You're going to make me cum and I don't want to yet."

He pulled her down beside him and kissed her again. "You're quite a cocksucker," he said. "How long have you been doing that?"

"I started when I was fourteen," said Nancy in her silly teenager voice. ""I used to go out in the parking lot and suck off some of the cute boys. But I never let any of them fuck me until last year."

Jack sat up then and crawled over to his trousers, which he'd thrown on the floor. He removed a small packet from a pocket and, tearing into it, removed a condom. He crawled back over to Nancy and holding his erection just over her face, expertly rolled on the condom. He then reached down with his right hand, placed it behind her neck, and pulled her face up nearer his cock. Holding her head in his left hand, he rubbed the end of his cock all over her face. Finally, he held it against her mouth. She licked and kissed it and allowed him to stick it into her mouth.

After working his cock in and out of her mouth for thirty seconds or so, he announced: "I'm going to put this in your pussy now. First, I'm going to do it to you dog-style, so get on your hands and knees now. Spread your ass for me the way you were spreading it for that boy when I came home."

4.

Nancy did as she was told. On her hands and knees, she aimed her beautiful ass toward the camera (I was still shooting slightly in front of the left side of the couch) while Jack stood slightly to her left-rear spreading lubricant all over his cock.

"That's really a gorgeous ass," he said, getting down on the floor so his face was inches from it. "Spread your legs wider now. Let me get a really good look at your pussy and that tight little asshole of yours. That's a nice little rosebud. Have you ever been fucked there before?"

"No," said Nancy. "Boys at my school don't do that."

"How would you like my cock up your ass?"

This caught me totally off guard. Had he cleared this with my wife? She'd never liked it much when I ass-fucked her. 

In any case, Nancy didn't answer. Jack leaned forward and buried his face in the crack of her ass. Seconds later, he pulled his head back and moved it slightly to the left side so I could get a clear shot of what he was doing. I managed to shoot almost a full minute of him licking and sticking his tongue in my wife's asshole. At the same time, he was working his right index finger in and out of her cunt. She was leaning way forward on her elbows now and began moaning as soon as Jack started tonguing her ass and finger-fucking her, but the moan soon turned into a peculiar whimpering sound I'd never heard her make before.

Then Jack pulled his right index finger out of her cunt and stuck it as far as it would go into her asshole.

Nancy gasped and exclaimed, "Oh, please, Mr. Johnson! Please put it in my pussy now! I want it now!"

At least she hadn't forgotten and called him Jack.

He quickly got on his knees behind her, temporarily blocking my camera angle. I moved two feet further to the right just in time to shoot him making his first full thrust inside her (relieved, for some reason, that his cock had gone into her cunt rather than her asshole). He stayed deep inside her for a few seconds then pulled all the way out. He moved his right leg away from her ass slightly -- I noticed his knees now straddled her left leg -- and gave me a good view of his cock glistening with lubricant and Nancy's cunt juices. Then he drove back into her again and again and she began making that odd whimpering sound once more. Was she in some sort of pain?

I wasn't really happy with my camera angle but discovered that by getting down on my belly and shooting upward just past Jack's right thigh I had a clear shot of his cock thrusting in and out of Nancy's cunt. He obliged me by keeping his body slightly to the left of her rear end and occasionally pausing with his cock mostly out of her to show the camera the full length of it before he resumed pounding into her again.

Having to pay attention to shooting the action must have made me somewhat detached from the scene. This is the only explanation I can offer for being able to calmly watch my wife getting such a thorough fucking, watched by two other guys she hardly knew, from a guy she'd met just that day. This calm didn't prevent my retaining a raging hard-on, of course. 

Jack kept fucking my beautiful wife doggie-style for a good seven or eight minutes, skillfully varying the rhythm of his assault on her cunt. But when she stopped whimpering and began gasping louder and louder, a sure sign that she was about to cum, Jack pulled his cock out and abruptly rolled her over on her back.

He then spread her legs, bent forward to her crotch, and once more buried his tongue in her cunt. He performed cunnilingus on her for at least another two minutes. Then, raising himself up, he said, "There's nothing as tasty as excited teenage pussy!" It sounded like a product endorsement. Then he rose to his knees, scooted forward, and entered her missionary style.

He thrust powerfully into her for several more minutes. As he fucked her, there was a wonderful squishing and slapping sound. My wife was obviously very excited and producing a lot of natural lubrication. 

And the two of them were deeply into their roles. They almost had me thinking Nancy was an actual teenager being used for pleasure by a dominant grown-up man. 

Then she started cumming again. She'd been moaning, but this gave way to very heavy, raspy breathing. Then, raising her lower body to meet his thrusts, she screamed out, "Oh, God, Mr. Johnson! Keep fucking me hard like that! Oh, shit! You're making me cum! I have to cum big! Oh! Oh! Oh, shit!"

She stiffened then before going totally limp with her back pressed flat against the blanket on the floor and her arms thrown out loosely to either side of her.

Jack, his cock still buried inside her, adjusted his body so that most of his weight was off Nancy. They lay still for ten seconds or so before he pulled his cock out of her and got to his feet. "I'm tired of this damned thing," he said, rolling the condom off his erection. "I want to cum now."

He sat down on the couch slowly stroking his cock with his right hand. I shot a few seconds of Nancy lying on her back looking up admiringly at his stiff cock. She's really a great actress. At least I think she was acting. 

"Come over here," he demanded. "I want you to show me how you do it to teenage boys in the school parking lot."

Nancy sat up and dutifully crawled over to Jack. Kneeling between his legs, she placed her hands on his thighs for support and immediately gripped his cock in her left hand. She then took it into her mouth yet again. I knelt down to the right side of them and shot several minutes of Nancy bobbing her head up and down with Jack's saliva-covered, condomless cock in her mouth. 

Then, firmly gripping her pigtails, Jack forced my wife's head down even further so that she had almost the full length of his cock in her mouth. At first, I was a little concerned for her. But apparently this slight compulsion on his part was fine with her. In fact, she was actually moaning with pleasure as she deep-throated him. Still, it amazed me to see how much of this guy's cock she could suck without gagging.

"Ah, this is first-rate cocksucking! You are really a great cocksucker!" exclaimed Jack. "I bet those boys loved it. Tell me, did they have really big cocks? Were they bigger than mine?"

Nancy forced her head up and gasped for breath. She took several deep breaths before answering: "Oh, God, Mr. Johnson, I don't remember them all. Most were smaller than yours, I think. One guy was way bigger, though. He was almost too big."

Jack stood up in front of the couch, holding his cock in Nancy's face. "Tell me about that guy. Tell me all about sucking his big cock while I cum in your face."

As Jack began stroking his cock with his right hand, Nancy, kneeling in front of him (and still a little short of breath), delivered a disjointed narrative in her high school girl voice: "His name was Ramon, I think.. His penis was too big. He almost choked me with it. But I got excited. And his friend was in the front seat. I don't remember his name. He reached over the front seat and put his fingers inside my panties from the back. Oh, shit, I couldn't help it but he was making me cum. Ramon came in my mouth then. I choked. All that goo in my mouth. I had to spit it out. He got mad when I did that. I hated him. But I had to cum again. His friend was making me cum with his fingers. Ramon just laughed and laughed. I never sucked him off again. He didn't even go to our school anymore. . . ."

Just then Jack, who'd begun stroking his cock more vigorously as Nancy told her parking lot story, exclaimed, "Oh, fuck, I've got to cum now!" and, grunting, released a big load of semen in my wife's face. There were two spurts. I got a good close-up sequence of the first spurt splashing against her nose and eyes and the second weaker ejaculation dribbling down to her lips. She looked a little annoyed and tried to wipe it off her mouth with the back of her hand.

Jack pulled Nancy's head toward him with his left hand and rubbed the end of his cock against her forehead. He seemed to want every last drop of his cum on her face.

My wife finally stood up and walked briskly into the dining room. I turned the camera off and watched her perfect ass disappear around the corner. She was headed either to the kitchen or the bathroom just off the kitchen.

5.

"Damn, she is really good," Jack announced. "She's not only really gorgeous, but you can tell she actually enjoys sex. Most girls I've worked with just fuck and suck for the money. But Nancy's really special."

I put the camera down and readjusted my cock in my briefs. My hard-on had partially gone away, but my genitals were still uncomfortably constrained and there was a slight ache in my scrotum. I looked over at Sid and noticed that his erection was sticking out quite prominently in his loose-fitting trousers. He must have been wearing boxer shorts. I couldn't be sure what was happening with Arnie's dick because he was wearing dark-colored pants. But I it looked like he might have a wet spot near his fly. 

Jack, standing in front of the couch, quickly put his briefs and pants back on. Then he sat down to put on his shoes. He said, "I'd like to find out where Nancy lives back in New York. I wouldn't mind looking her up sometime. If she could get away from her husband, I'd like to give her the fucking of her life."

He certainly didn't lack self-confidence.

Nancy reappeared in the living room then, wiping her face with a hand towel from the bathroom. Ignoring Jack, she walked up to Sid, who was standing next to Arnie, and put her right arm around his waist. "I noticed that there's a big problem in your pants, Sid."

"Maybe we can upstairs and take care of it," said Sid. "Do you have another condom?"

"You won't need one," she answered. "I'm through fucking for the night. Besides, I'm not sure I'm ready for a cock the size of yours. Maybe I can do something else for you." 

She looked at Arnie then and started, I think, to make him a similar offer. But he backed away and raised his hands. "That's enough for me," he said. Looking at his crotch area, I noticed a small damp patch. Obviously, he'd cum at some time during her session with Jack. 

Then she looked at me and said, "That'll be enough filming for now."

Saying this, she walked over to me and kissed me. Looking past her, I saw Sid taking off his shoes, socks, trousers, and briefs. Nancy whispered in my ear: "I hope you enjoyed watching that little play we made up. I sure liked doing it. But I guess you could see that for yourself."

She was now playing with my erection through my pants, making sure the others saw what she was doing. Then she said, loud enough for everyone to hear, "I'll have to figure out some way to thank you later, Cal, for doing this for me. But you must never tell John about any of this. He would be pretty unforgiving. Like you said, what happens in Seattle stays in Seattle." 

Sid, now naked from the waist down and sporting a huge hard-on, then surprised Nancy by walking up behind her and cupping her breasts in his hands. Then he surprised everyone by rather roughly pulling my wife away from me, picking her up (squealing) so she lay across his left shoulder, and carrying her back over to the couch. His cock bobbed up and down heavily as he walked. Nancy still clutched the hand towel in one hand.

Jack, now fully dressed, stood up quickly to make room for them.

Before he put her down on the couch, Sid turned around briefly to face the rest of us and nodded toward my wife's ass on gorgeous display next to his head. He was clearly drunk and almost lost his balance as he did this. He managed to reach up with his right hand and pat her ass. "Is this a great piece of ass or what?"

I was surprised by his sense of showmanship. Or maybe it was just drunken arrogance.

Then he set her down on the couch, sat down next to her, and said: "I'd like some of that parking lot cocksucking, please."

Nancy laughed and said, "Well, that was all bullshit, you know. When I was in high school I'm afraid I was a good girl. The truth is I never really sucked anybody's cock till I married John."

Sid leaned back against the right armrest and spread his legs. "I'm already close to shooting my wad," he said. "Maybe you can just finish me off." He was almost whining.

My wife leaned forward then and grasped Sid's hard-on in her right hand. She then brought her mouth down to the swollen crown of Sid's cock and gave it a tentative lick. "That really is some cock," she said with real admiration. "I'll see what I can do."

I retrieved the camera and walked over to the right end of the couch so that I was just a few feet behind Sid's head. It gave me a great angle and prevented him from seeing that he was being filmed.

Nancy beamed up at me as I started shooting and slowly took the first inch or so of Sid's huge cock into her mouth. He placed his left hand behind her neck. I hadn't counted on such great bonus footage!

I could tell from the motion inside her cheeks that she was trying to work her tongue around the edges of his cockhead. I say "trying" because he was so large that there was little room in her mouth to perform this little act she so routinely did for me. 

Sid moaned with pleasure as he watched my wife's mouth at work on the end of his cock. Gradually, by pressing down on her head, he managed to work another half-inch or so in and out of her mouth, but this seemed to be all she could take.

Sid stopped moaning and began repeating in a monotone, "Oh yes, suck my cock. Oh yes, suck my cock." He must have said this ten or fifteen times. 

After almost a minute of nearly gagging my beautiful wife with his cock, though, he removed his hand from her head, allowing her to lift her head and remove the cock from her mouth. It glistened with her saliva, making it look even larger. Nancy, as she caught her breath, began vigorously stroking the cock with her right hand, the hand looking pale, small, and delicate as it slid up and down the veiny purplish shaft.

Without releasing Sid's cock, Nancy climbed down in front of the couch and, on her knees and leaning across his left thigh, brought her mouth down to his balls. I got a great video sequence, several minutes' worth, of her sucking and licking his balls as she continued jacking him off with her right hand. Sid made it easier by arching his back slightly. 

Finally, after maybe three minutes of enduring my wife's skillful mouth and tongue and her strong right arm, Sid shouted out "Oh, fuck, Oh fuck!" and shot a stream of cum straight in the direction of my camera lens. Then, with Nancy's tongue still lashing his scrotum, Sid managed a second and third shot of cum. He continued moaning with pleasure for a while although he was obviously finished. His stomach and chest were covered with semen.

Nancy sat up on her haunches then and began wiping Sid's chest with the hand towel. I got a good shot of her beautiful smiling face as she asked him, "How was that? Did that feel good?"

"Damn, that was really great!" he said. He looked around the room then as though he'd forgotten that the rest of us were there. Apparently he was sobering up. I put the camera down on the floor behind me and said, "Too bad I couldn't have had some footage of you fucking her, too, Sid. That might've been just as hot as when Jack fucked her."

Nancy stood up, gave me a pretend dirty look, and said, "I told you I'm not taking a cock that big in me and I mean it." Then she smiled expansively at everyone in the room and said, "I'm really wiped out. It's time for me to go to bed. Thank you everybody for coming [we all laughed at her little pun], but we have to break this up now. Also, I'm tired of running around stark naked. So I'm going upstairs to get my robe on. Everyone start making going away motions, OK?"

Nancy walked over to the stairs, exaggerating the swing of her ass for our benefit, and slowly ascended them, beaming a wide smile at us as she did. She looked like a goddess ascending to the heavens.

Sid was sitting on the carpet pulling on his socks. "I've fucked lots of other girls and they didn't say my cock was too big. I'll bet once I got it in her she'd love it. Too bad she wouldn't let me."

Standing by the front door, Jack smiled and said good-night to us three guys. Then he turned to me and said, "I left my phone number with Nancy. Tell her I had to take off, OK? And tell her please to call me." He opened the door then and was gone.

I began fussing around with the tripods and lights, as though I might be getting ready to leave, too. Of course, my real intention was to go to bed with my wife as soon as the other two guys left. The trick was getting them moving. Both Arnie and Sid were fully dressed, but it took me a full ten minutes to put the few remaining beers they'd brought in a paper bag and get them out the door.

As they were leaving, Nancy came downstairs in her short terry cloth robe. "Thanks for everything, guys," she said. Why she was thanking them was beyond me. Still playing the good hostess, she stopped them at the door long enough to give each a parting kiss. Arnie kissed her in a gentlemanly way. 

But as Sid kissed her, he reached under her robe and held an ass cheek in each hand. He must have sneaked a finger into her cunt because she broke her kiss with him, squealed, and backed away from him. "Sid! That's enough of that!"

"C'mon, Nancy," whined Sid, on his way out the door. "Can I come by tomorrow?"




Nancy's Seattle Adventures Ch. 06



"You may not," said my wife emphatically. "My mom will be here and I'm going to spend the day with her."

I heard Arnie, standing on the front porch, say "Come on, Sid, we've got to go." Sid reluctantly made his way to a van of some kind. I watched Arnie climb in the driver's side and open the passenger door for Sid. A few seconds later they were gone.

Nancy threw her arms around me and gave me a deep kiss. 

"At last they're gone. Are you sure you were OK with what happened tonight?" she asked. "I went a little further than I meant to. I mean, I pretty much knew what was going to happen with Jack because we halfway planned it. But I never thought I'd end up giving a Sid a blow job, or whatever that was. That's a seriously large cock he's got."

"I was fine with it," I answered. "I just hope you liked it as much as I did. Best of all, we've got a permanent record of the event."

"Let's look at the video in the morning, OK? And I really liked doing it, Cal. I didn't think I'd like it so much. Getting fucked and sucking cock like that in front of you and other guys was a tremendous turn-on. You know my orgasms. There wasn't anything fake about them. Mainly, it was being watched by you and the others. But Jack was a big part of it. He really knew what to do with my body."

"So I guess finding a professional fucker was a good idea."

"Thank you so much for letting that happen, Cal. It was really wonderful. I'm not sure I want to do it again, though. Tonight would be a really hard act to follow. I doubt that even Jack could be that good a second time."

I gave her Jack's message then, the one about her calling him. "He said he gave you his number," I said. "Was that after he fucked you or when you were practicing beforehand upstairs?"

She blushed a little before answering. "It was when we were upstairs. Actually, he gave me his card. It's in my purse. I won't call him, though, unless you're OK with it. He mentioned wanting to visiting me in New York. If I did call him, I'd have to explain what I was doing in Berkeley."

"Well, you could get around that somehow. As for him fucking you again, well, that's up to you. He was good, but I really like your scenes with the ordinary guys you pick up. Like those two Canadian guys."

"Me too, Cal. Those scenes were really great, even if no real fucking went on. Getting together with Jack again was just a thought, that's all. Let's go to bed now and I'll reenact the practice session he and I had with you. You get to play Jack. Then we can get a good night's sleep."

And that's exactly what we did. Nancy told me, as best she could remember, every wonderful dirty little thing Jack did to her and I repeated each one. The only surprise was her telling me that Jack had stuck a finger in her asshole while eating her. I dutifully did this, too, and brought her to her last orgasm of the evening. When I finally stuck my cock in her cunt, though, I was able to fuck her for only about a minute before cumming hard. I guess I'd been overstimulated.

The next morning, I decided to stop pretending I was interested in the conference. We changed our flight and took off for home later later that evening. 

[Update: About a month after we returned to Berkeley Nancy phoned Jack in Seattle and told him she'd left her husband "John" in New York City. She gave him our home phone number and address. Then she told him she was living with Cal, that guy who shot the video, and that they were living as man and wife though they weren't yet married. She said she and Cal were involved sexually but weren't exclusive. If he should visit the Bay Area, she said, he should definitely give her a call. He did. But that's the subject of a new report I'll finish fairly soon.]