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Posing for Andre Ch. 01

By: Whiskey Will



My husband had always wanted me to pose for professional quality nudes. However finding a photographer who specialized in that sort of work is not as easy as one might think. Little did we know that there was someone right under our noses who was an accomplished photographer and who could make our fantasy come true, with some added pleasure we hadn't counted on.

I had known Andre for a couple of years. We were friends that hit it off through some common interests we had in writing and film. Our spouses knew of our friendship and it never became an issue for either of us.

Our friendship lead to some very frank discussions about sexuality and our experiences. It was during one of those discussions that I revealed to Andre that my husband and I often fantasized about bringing a third party into our bed. I assured Andre that I had little interest in that third person being another woman. He indicated to me that he and his wife had similar fantasies. Neither of us had ever acted on those fantasies, but reasoned that it could have been a matter of the right person at the right time and left the discussion at that. 

One evening, after work, I mentioned to Andre that my husband always called me his playmate of the month and that he thought I could have been in Playboy magazine. Andre said he agreed with my husband and went on to say it was never too late to pose. I told him that I had posed for my husband, but that we had never found a professional photographer who did nudes. He replied that he knew someone; himself. It was then that I found out that Andre was quite an accomplished outdoor photographer. He told me that he did not often work with models but that he would love to work with me, if I felt comfortable with him. He even offered to pay me a modeling fee, which I quickly refused. We agreed to meet the following afternoon in the local county park.

The park was just down the street from our home. I passed it every day going to work. It never occurred to me that photographers used it for a location. The park ranger who took my dollar at the gate handed me a map of the park. I located the place Andre asked me to me him and pulled into the parking lot at the same time Andre was doing the same. We unloaded his equipment and Andre pointed out the path we needed to follow.

It was a warm fall afternoon. Andre guided me down the path that lead to a meadow. The grass was a mix of green and brown with a scattering of wildflowers. We walked a few hundred yards from the cars and into a grove of trees. I could see and hear voices nearby and followed their sound to see the river a short distance away. Fishermen waded in the water, unaware that a look over their shoulder would soon reward them with the sight of a woman without her clothes. I watched them fish while Andre set up his equipment.

"I did like you asked," I said. "I'm not wearing any underwear."

"Good," Andre responded. "We won't have to wait for the bra and panty lines to fade from your skin."

I had worn my blue checkered short-shorts and a white crocheted halter top. Andre asked me to wear my boots, which came to just below my knee. He complimented me on how I looked and asked if I was ready to start.

"Sure," I said. "Just tell me what you'd like."

"Our light is going to be leaving us soon," he said. "if you don't mind getting right to it, how about a few topless shots?"

"Sounds good to me." I replied. 

With that, I reached behind my neck and pulled the strap of my halter. With no effort it came free and I let the top fall away from my breasts. I was already showing Andre more of me than he had ever seen before I started and now he was looking directly at my bare breasts. I don't mean to brag, but I've been told that I have a pretty nice set of tits; a 34D cup. I guess you could call my nipples the color of cherries. They are very sensitive and react to the slightest temperature change. The afternoon breeze on them made them quickly erect. 

Andre let a sigh pass over his lips. "I love your breasts"

he breathed. "Would you be offended if I called them tits because I want to call them that very badly?"

I smiled, "Tits will be fine." 

I removed the top completely. Standing there in a public park, in broad daylight with my tits bared to the world was an incredible rush. Andre took my hand and led me to a spot where I was bathed in sunlight and had me stand with my hands on my hips. He shot a series of photos with me that way and with my arms raised over my head. As he snapped the photos, Andre fed me constant compliments about how good I looked and what a good model I was. He had me in the palm of his hand and I gladly followed his instructions.

"Can you take of the boots and shorts now? he asked. "Your legs are far too beautiful to keep covered up."

I slipped off my boots and shorts in short order and left them in a pile with my top.

"Your pubic hair is lush and pretty," he said. "has anyone ever told you that you have a beautiful pussy?"

I blushed and said that my husband hold said so.

"He's right. Your pussy is superb." Andre said. He spread out a blanket on the ground and took my hand.

"Would you mind laying down on this?" he asked. 

I took his hand and let him pose me there on the blanket. His hand brushed my arm and my nipples snapped to their most erect.

"I love your nipples," Andre said "There are quite distinctive and beautiful. It's a shame that you have to cover them."

I was melting from the warmth of the sun and the generosity of Andre's words. He could have easily taken me right there on the blanket and I would have been screaming for more. He did not take me though.

He continued to give me directions as he shot a roll of film and had me reveal a little more with every shot until our light was gone and it was time to stop,

When we finished Andre helped me dress and walked me back to the cars.

"I would love to carry on what we've begun here another time," he said. "Would you pose for me again?"

"Of course," I answered. "When?"

We agreed to meet the following week.

As we packed his equipment Andre said "You are a wonderful model and I know the photos will turn out beautifully. I would like to make the next photos a little more suggestive if you don't mind. Perhaps you will feel comfortable with your legs open for me."

I blushed, "Anything you want," I said. "I'm yours to command"

" I think we may need several sessions to get the best of you on film," Andre said with a smile.

"Oh, at least." I said as I drove away.

Posing For Andre Ch. 02



I was about to slip into a warm bubble bath when the telephone rang. Turning off the water, I caught the phone just before it rolled over to voice mail.

"Hi," Andre said. "I was afraid I had missed you."

"Almost," I answered. "you caught me getting into the tub. Seems like you have developed a knack for catching me without clothes."

Andre laughed. "Speaking of you without you clothes, I just wanted to tell you that I got the photos developed. I think you are going to be very happy with them. When would you like to pick them up?"

"Are you kidding?" I replied. "How about now?"

"Actually," he continued. "I was wondering if you would like to change our appointment for next week and pose for more photos tomorrow?"

"Great." I answered. "Do you want to meet in the park again?"

"If you wouldn't mind, I thought it might be better if we shot them here at our place. Andre said. "I have a posing couch and my lighting set up here. I thought you'd be more comfortable with a little more privacy. My wife is visiting her family so we'll have the place to ourselves"

"Anything special I need to wear?" I asked.

"No," Andre answered. "please don't wear anything that will leave lines like a bra or panties. Waiting for the lines to fade will delay us."

"Sounds like fun to me," I said. "See you around noon?"

"See ya then." Andre agreed and hung up.

I returned to my tub of lavender bubble bath and eased into the water. As I lied there, I let my mind wander to the prospect of posing again. I had posed many times for my husband but Andre had been the first man other than my husband to see me nude in several years. I found the exhibitionist in me was very much alive and well. The encouragement and compliments Andre had showered on me had sparked a flame within me. Being nude in front of him had been titillating for me and the thought of posing again was an even more powerful prospect. I let my hands explore my body as I soaked in the fragrance of the bath. I thought of Andre saying the wonderful things he had about my body; about how he liked my nipples and how it had felt when he brushed my skin with his hands. An hour passed as I played out the possibilities that awaited me. When the water cooled I towelled off and slipped into bed for an early lights out. My husband was also away and I took advantage of the second pillow.

The next morning I showered quickly and slipped on my tiniest sundress. It fit loose and would leave no marks. It was sleeveless with the arm holes cut in such a way that from the right angle anyone could see the line of my breast and most of my areola. Not an unpleasant sight, I thought to myself as I drove to Andre's.

I rang the doorbell and was greeted by Andre. He smiled. "You look fantastic," he said. "come in and I'll pour you a glass of wine."

I stepped inside. Andre led me to a room he had converted into a makeshift studio. He had arranged a bank of photography lamps pointing toward a posing couch upholstered in blue velour. 

"Let's have a sip of wine before we begin," he said, handing me a glass. "I think you're going to like these too." 

The photos had turned out fantastic. I knew that my husband would be very pleased with them.

"You have a way about you," Andre said. "The camera likes you very much. As do I"

I thanked him and returned the compliment. "I'm anxious to do some more." I said.

"Me too," Andre replied. "You look to be a size 7 shoe," he said. "would you mind wearing these?" He handed me a pair of stiletto-heel white shoes. "Your legs are going ot look fabulous in these."

"Do you want any of me in this dress?" I asked as I slipped on the shoes.

"Only if you prefer," He answered. "Don't want to rush you."

"Not necessary," I said. " You have seen it before," I lifted the sundress over my head and off. I placed it on a chair beside me.

"If you don't mind me saying," Andre answered. "I don't think I could ever not be excited seeing you that way."

"You're too kind," I said. "and I bet you say it to all the girls."

"Not at all," he said. "only to my wife and to you now. You have a very exciting body and it was all I could do not to come on to you last week. Its one thing to fantasize about a woman whom you'll never meet, but another thing entirely when a friend such as you is nude in front of you it is pretty damn exciting. Your husband is very lucky and I hope he knows it."

"Thank you kind sir" I answered. "I hope he feels the same way you do. While we're being honest, I have to tell you it was pretty darn exciting for me to be seen by you too."

Andre smiled. "Now who's being kind?" he answered.

"It's pretty difficult to make your body stop reacting naturally," I said. "You can tell from my nipples in the photos that I was pretty turned on."

"They weren't the only things erect" Andre said, smiling. "it was all I could do to walk."

I laughed. "You should have said something," i said. "there must have been some way to relieve you."

Andre cocked his head slightly, as if he was turning my flirting around in his mind. "Hmmmhhh." he mustered in reply.

Taking me by the hand, Andre walked me to a large sliding glass door that opened onto a concrete patio. He opened the blinds and gently touched my arms. His touch sent a charge though my body. I shivered.

"Is it too cold in here?" he asked, looking down at my once again hard nipples.

"No," I answered. "Temperature has nothing to do with that reaction."

"As I said before," he said. "I love your nipples. They are nice and big and such a pretty color."

"I have a feeling they are going to be hard most of the day." I said.

"Suits me fine," Andre answered. "I'm afraid that I will be as well."

"Like I said..." I said with a smile.

Andre ran me through a series of poses. He said the high heels made my legs look shaplier. His hands touched me as he adjusted my pose. I felt that he would need oven mittens to touch my skin.

"If you're comfortable with the idea, I'd like to have you pose on the couch." he said "The first time you posed we were a little tame. I'd like to heat things up a little today."

"Sounds interesting," I said. "I'm ready for that."

Andre guided me to the couch. He held my hand as I stretched out on it. He had me cock one leg and extend the other. He snapped a few photos, encouraging me as he went.

"Open your legs just a bit please," he asked. "There, that is just right."

I felt my pussy smoulder as I opened my legs slightly. Andre complimented me as I parted them a little more each time he asked.

"Put you hand in your pubic hair," he said. "Pretend like your about to touch yourself."

I complied.

"You look so hot!" Andre said.

I arched my back instinctively as my finger stretched toward my pussy. I touched my clitoris with the tip of my finger. It was all I could do to not go cross-eyed as Andre snapped photos at a frantic pace.

"Oh," he whispered. "You own the camera. It is yours Suzanne. That's it, finger yourself a little faster,"

I twisted on the couch and opened my legs fully. Andre moved closer and focused on my pussy. My nipples were at full erection. I could feel my pussy glistening as my juices surged throughout my body.

"You pussy is as beautiful as the rest of you," Andre whispered as he approached the couch. I heard the lens zoom as he shot a series of close-ups of my pussy.

I smiled and sighed. "How are you holding up?"

"Let me just say this," he grinned. "The only tripod I'm using today is in my pants."

"Did you think I was treasing you when I said you should have told me that the last time?" I said.

"Well,,," he began.

I cut him off. "I think thre are a few things that can't be classified as "cheating" " I said. "Would you like a demonstration of a couple of them?"

Andre gave me a puzzled look.

"Why don't you put down the camera for a while and let me show you what I mean?" I said trying my best to stretch seductively.

Andre turned and set the camera on the table.

Slowly, he stepped toward me on the couch.

I kicked off the high heels and sat up on the couch.

"On the second thought," I said. "Can you set up the camera with a remote control? I have a few poses in mind myself" 



Posing for Andre Ch. 03



Andre stopped in his tracks.

"My husband asked me if I got excited the first time I posed for you." I said.

"And what did you say?" Andre asked.

"I told him that you were a perfect gentleman," I replied. "but that you could have come on to me and I would have said yes."

"Oh God," Andre said. "You really said that?"

"My husband knows that I have a very strong appetite for sex. He also knows that I love him very much and that I would never do anything he did not bless." I went on.

"So," Andre asked. "Does that mean that he doesn't mind if you are "with" another man?

"Oh, he likes the idea that I am attractive to other men. He also likes to show me off too. It was his idea that I pose for you, remember? I think that he would really like to see pictures of me and you together. How would you feel about taking that kind of picture?" I asked.

Andre smiled. "I would love that," he answered. "when?"

I sat up on the couch. Can we have some more of that wine first?" I asked

Andre poured us another glass each. I motioned for him to sit beside me on the couch. I offered a toast and we touched glasses. 

"Here's to my husband," I said. "and the photos we are about to take for him."

"Right on," Andre replied.

As we sipped our wine I told Andre that I had always liked the way some models oiled their bodies so that their skin sort of glistened. He agreed and said that his wife had some massage oil that actually had sparkes in it.

"Do you think she would mind if I used some of it?" I asked.

"Not at all," he answered and excused himself to get the bottle of oil.

While I waited for Andre to return I thought about the fact that I hadn't bothered to put anything on since we had stopped taking photographs. I was so at ease with Andre that it had not occurred to me that I was still nude. I looked at my breasts. They were full and firm. My nipples had returned to their normal state. The areolas are the size of silver dollars and the color of dusty roses. My nipples stand out a bit, even when they are completely relaxed. When I go without a bra, it's easy to see them through the thickest fabric. My husband doesn't like me to wear a bra for that reason. Andre told me that my nipples are in perfect proportion to the size of my breasts and I took it as a compliment.

Andre returned with the massage oil. He had a silk robe in his hand.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I should have offered you this."

"I'm fine," I answered. "unless you would prefer I covered myself."

"No way," Andre answered. "I think you are perfect this way." He held out the bottle to me.

I pretended to be offended. "I was hoping that you would put in on me. That is unless you'd prefer-"

Andre interrupted me. "God, would I love that!" he said.

"Would you like me to lie back or what?" I said.

Andre sat beside me. "Let's start with your back." he said.

His touch was firm, yet soft. His hands were warm on my skin and the oil smelled of wildflowers. He started to softly massage it into my shoulders, slowly working his way down my back. I moaned softly as he worked the oil into my skin.

"Ok. Lie on your tummy for me." Andre whispered.

I did as he asked and he poured a drop of oil on each cheek of my ass.

"You know," he said. "I've neglected to tell you that I think you have a fabulous ass. It's not often that you find such a combination of such fantastic tits and legs along with an ass like yours."

The touch of Andre's hands gently massaging the oil into my ass made a reply impossible. I managed a low groan.

He drizzled oil down the back of my legs and rubbed it softly into my muscles. I sighed as he made his way to my feet and began to work his way back up my legs. His hands slipped inside my calves and up my inner thighs. I whimpered softly as his fingers brushed close to my pussy.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked.

"Quite the opposite," I managed to groan. I shiftled my legs and allowed him a clearer path to my inner thighs.

Andre took his time and let his fingers dance over my body. He teased me with an occasional wisp of a touch on lips of my pussy. Each time he touched them, a jolt of electricity surged through me.

"Alright," he said, patting my ass. "Let's roll you over." Andre helped me turn over. My body was limp from his soft massage.

"You know," I said. "I would really like it if you took off your clothes now so that I could look at you too."

Andre smiled and stood up. He slipped out of his quickly and silently. I admired his physique and told him so. 

"I can honestly say that I have not seen many cocks in my life Andre, but yours is beautiful," I said. I reached out and touched his cock. It was hard to begin with, but my touch made it snap to attention. "How about we maassage each other?" I whispered.

We lied back on our sides and explored each others bodies. His hands cupped my tits and he twirled my hard nipples with his thumb and fingers. I traced the length of his cock with my fingernails and felt it twitch in my hand. 

Andre kissed my tits and bit down softly on my nipples. I shuddered as he slipped a finger into my pussy. My cunt was slick and his finger glided knuckle-deep inside me. I pulled him onto me and opened my legs.

"Be inside me," I side and guided Andre's hard cock into my cunt.

Andre's eyes closed as the warmth of my cunt encircled his cock. His hips stiffened as he inserted his cock into me fully. I raked my fingers across his ass and held him close as he ground his cock agains my pussy and clit.

"I'll come," he whispered. "I'm very close."

"I want you to," I said. "Take it slow and fuck me hard."

Andre slowed his pace and held me close. We embraced as his gently let his cock glide in and out of me. I coiled my legs around his waist and pulled him as deep into me as he could reach.

"Fuck me Andre," I moaned. "fuck me long and hard."  Andre continued to thrust his cock into me until I felt him stiffen in my arms.

"I'm coming," he announced.

"Yes!" I said. "Fill my cunt full of your cum."

I held him firmly in my arms and felt him shudder as his cock emptied inside me. We stayed in each others arms while his orgasm subsided.

After he finished coming, we dozed in each others embrace. He waked me with a kiss.

"You know," he said. "We didn't take those photos."

"i know" I said. "Do you feel up to an encore performance?

Andre smiled and reached for his camera. "I've got enough film to shoot all night."

"Good," I said. "I think it may just take that long." 



Posing For Andre Ch. 04



"I've got a surprise for you," I said to my husband, holding the photo album behind my back. "would you like to see it?"

"Are you kidding," he said. "Is it the picures you posed for?"

"Uh huh," I said, beaming. "I think you are going to like them very much."

I held out the album, barely able to wait for him to see the photos Andre had taken of me just days before.

My husband took the album and we sat down on the couch. My heart was pounding as he opened it.

"Ooh," he said. "I like this a lot."

The photo was the first Andre had taken. I was standing between two trees with my hands over my head touching each tree. I was wearing my short shorts and knee-high black leather boots and nothing more. My bare breasts were bathed in sunlight.

"If you like that one, I know you will like the others." I said.

Slowly, my husband turned the pages of the album. His reaction was enthusiastic and proud.

"I'd say that Andre did a fantastic job," he said. "But it's impossible to take a bad picture of you Suzanne. It can't be done."

"You're prejudiced," I said "but I wouldn't have you any other way."

We paged through the album, through the first set of photos Andre had taken of me in the park. The second set of photos were the ones Andre had shot of me in his home. My husband's eyes widened.

"Now these look interesting," he said.

The first photo was of me stretched out on Andre's couch, nude. The expression on my face was much more telling than in the first set of photos.

"I've seen that expression many times," he said. "And I know what it means."

"I did not know that I was that transparent," I said.

"You're not," he answered. "but I've seen that look many times and it always means one thing - you are horny"

I laughed. "Don't stop there," I said. "Check out the rest of the pictures"

With every photo Andre had brought out the seductress in me and it showed.

"Suzanne!" my husband said with a start. He was looking at a photo of me stretched out on the couch. My hips were cocked slightly. My right leg was extended and my left was bent at the knee. My right hand was cocked and I was teasing the nipple of my lest breast. The focus of the photo was clearly on the dark triangle of my pussy, which was there for the admiring. 

"I thought you would like that pose." I said.

"I do, I do," my husband said. "I 'm just surprised at your boldness. Heck, you won't even posed for me that way. Look, you can see the lips of your pussy!"

"What can I say? It just seemed right" I shrugged. "I knew you would like it."

"Thank you sweetheart," he said. "You were right. I do love it." 

He continued paging through the album. "This is my favorite," he said pointing to a photo of me taken moments after the shot of my pussy. My right hand rested in the dark brown hair of my pussy with my index finger playing with clit.

"Andre must have hada a hell of a time maintaining his composure taking these," he said.

"Now that you mention it, he did say how excited I made him" I answered.

"I love the photos Suzanne. Thank you for posing for them. I love you" my husband said, kissing me. "Did you happen to ask Andre if he would consider taking photos of you and I together?"

"Actually," I said. "that's the second part of the surprise. Andre did say that he would do that for us. In fact, I asked him to bring his equipment over tonight."

My husband's mouth dropped open. "Tonight? When?"

"We have just enough time to freshen up with a shower before he arrives." I said, taking his hand and leading him to the bathroom.

Andre rang the door bell an hour later. I greeted him at the door and introduced him to my husband. I had not had time to dress. In lieu of clothes, I wore a terrycloth wrap that covered me from my boobs to just below my bottom, barely. I could tell that my attire pleased both men.

"I love the photos you took of Suzanne," my husband said. "They came out fantastic."

"With such an attractive model, there's no way they could not turn out that way." Andre replied.

Andre and my husband hit it off well. We spent an hour talking before my husband brought up the photos he wanted Andre to take.

"I've always wanted photos of Suzane and I together," he said. "I was just never able to find someone we trusted enough to take them. It's been a powerful fantasy for me."

"I think I know what you're looking for," Andre said. "I have had the same fantasy about my wife and myself."

"We would love to pose for you Andre," I said. "Let's do it now."

Andre excused himself to return to his car for his camera equipment. My husband hugged me and raised my wrap over my ass. He squeezed it and told me how excited he was.

"Thank you," he whispered. "I love you."

After returning, it took a few minutes for Andre to set up. I fluffed up the pillows on our couch and dimmed the lights.

My husband stripped to his shorts. He trembled as he took me in his arms. "I hope this is exciting for you too," he whispered in my ear. I touched his erect cock through his shorts.

"You better believe it," I said,

Andre took a couple of photos of us to set the tone.

"If you're ready," he said. "You can slip out of what you're wearing."

My husband unbuttoned my wrap and let it fall. I lowered his shorts. We stood together, nude for Andre's approval.

"That's great," Andre said. "Let's get a few of you embracing.

My husband held me close. It felt so good to feel my bare breasts against his chest. We kissed and Andre snapped a series of shots.

"You guys make a very attractive couple," Andre said. "You've both lucky."

"I am," my husband said. "I hope Suzanne feels the same way."

I kissed my husband deeply and told Andre that I felt very lucky to have such a giving man.

"We're both lucky to have such a good friend as you Andre," I said.

"She's right." my husband seconded.

Andre put us in several different poses, all very sexy, in a gentle, innocent way. It was a tremendous turn on for me to be nude with my husband in front of another man. Especially another man who I had made love with days before.

"You know, " I said. "You both have said that your fantasies involve your wives posing nude. Would you like to hear what my fantasy is?"

My husband smiled. "I would love to hear it. How about you Andre?"

"You bet I would." Andre said without a second's delay.

"I've always wondered what it would be like to be with two men at the same time. I think that would be an awesome experience."

My husband squeezed me gently. "There are two of us here right now sweetheart. Andre, how about the two of us making Suzanne's fantasy come true?"

Andre looked at me in disbelief. "You're joking, right?"

I pursed my lips. "You wouldn't deny me my fantasy, would you?"

My husband released his embrace. "Does your camera have a timer Andre?"

Andre nodded and set up a tripod for his camera. He pushed a couple buttons on it and announced that it was ready to go.

I approached Andre coyly. "Let's get you out of those clothes," I said. "It's my turn to direct the action"

I helped Andre out of his clothes. I took him by the hand and led him across the room to where my husband waited.

Both mens' cocks were stiff. It was flattering to know that I could evoke such a response. I had my husband sit on the couch and Andre stand in front of us. I backed toward my husband and sat on his lap, easing his stiff cock inside me.

I moaned softly as my husband's cock probed me deeply. I began to slowly raise and lower my pussy on his cock. My husband reached around me and cupped my tits in his hands. His fingers lightly twisted my nipples. His gentle touch made me shudder.

I opened my eyes and looked up into Andre's eyes. His expression was one of eager anticpation. I pulled him closer. I put my arms around his waist and drew him closer still. 

Andre's cock was stiff and proud. Its head was slick. My mouth was parallel to his cock. I smiled up at him, taking his cock in my hand. Andre ran his hand through my hair. No words were necessary. It was clear what Andre wanted and I wanted it too.

I examined the head of Andre's cock closely. The fluid escaping from the slit was clear, almost crystaline. I dabbed it with my fingertip and placed it on my lips. Andre smiled as I kissed the head of his cock. I smiled back and cupped his balls in my hand. They were warm and full.

My husband watched over my shoulder as I played with Andre's cock. He arched his back and drove his cock deeper into my pussy. I cannot begin to describe the intensity of having a pulsating cock in my cunt while enjoying a second one in my hand. I stroked Andre's cock to its full length. He moaned and pulled my head to his groin.

I took the head of Andre's cock into my mouth and twirled the knob with my tongue. Andre's body jolted as the warmth of my mouth eased down the shaft of his cock. I tasted his fluid as the head of his dick reached the back of my mouth. It was salty and sweet, all at once. He held my head still as his cock twitched in my mouth. I slowly began to slide my lips up and down the length of his shaft, allowing the head to escape from time to time. Each time it did he let out a gasp.

"Don't stop sucking my cock," Andre pleaded. "Don't ever stop. Please!"

It's not polite to talk with your mouth full. My only response was to continue doing what Andre was begging for. Between sucking a delicious cock and being fucked, I was a very content girl. I could have died and gone to heaven very satisfied.

I continued to give Andre's cock my undivided attention until my husband shouted that he was coming. I clinched the muscles of my cunt around his cock and did my very best to drain his throbbing cock of its contents. He held my ass against him tightly and released his load in several bucking thrusts. When he was fully spent I felt his cock go limber and slip out me. I returned my focus to Andre and accelerated the pace of my bobbing.

Andre tossed my hair and held my head in his hands. 

"Christ," he cried. "I'm coming!"

I looked up at him. His eyes were closed and his breathing was heavy. His cock twitched in my mouth. A wad of cum exploded from it and coated my tongue. I swallowed and felt a second eruption. His cum was thick and sweet. I swallowed again and milked more of his nectar. I saved a taste on my tongue and when his cock was empty I released my lips and stood.

Andre started to speak, but I stopeed him with a kiss. I let him taste the cum that coated my tongue. It surprised him but he did not protest.

The three of us were drained. I took their hands and led them to our bedroom. I slipped between them on the bed. We lay there cuddling and kissing until we regained the strength for another bout. Andre and my husband fucked me off and on all night. I had more orgasms than I could count. We never finished the photographs, but Andre has promised us a return engagement.