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Photo

By: WFEATHER



The manila envelope bore no return address, just a cancellation mark from Milwaukee. Inside was only a single photograph. 

The focal point of the five-by-seven image was a young Asian girl - perhaps Japanese, perhaps Korean, but unquestioningly beautiful, and not just in the exotic way which appeals most endearingly to Western sentimentality. She lay on her back, nearly nude upon a soft, black, shaggy rug, wearing a thick black collar and shiny metal handcuffs. Short shiny chains connected the large O-ring of the collar with the small O-ring attached to each nipple, effectively running "over" the handcuffs, trapping her wrists between chains and chest. Clearly, should this raven-haired beauty move her arms too much, she would inadvertently pull upward on the already-taut chains and bring pain to her nicely-erect nipples. 

A thick, lengthy, heavy silver chain wrapped around her torso, forming a pleasing geometric crossing pattern, accentuated even further by the way the links caught the light in the room. In this manner, the heavy chain framed the Oriental woman's breasts nicely - though slightly small, they begged for the viewer's attention, pleading to be admired, demanding to be touched and fondled with gentle care. If not for the pink panties she wore, the heavy silver chain would certainly split her feminine folds in a most uncomfortable manner; still, they split the young woman's nether lips tightly enough for her secretions to prominently stain the thin garment. Interestingly, the panties were of the same color as the polish upon her fingernails and toenails; even her lips bore a very similar shade of pink. 

Her thick raven-black hair was long - long enough that if she stood, it would likely reach to nearly her waist. Clearly, she lay upon some of her hair - providing her with a significant reason to not move too much - but most of her lengthy strands were splayed outward from her head. Oddly, a single streak of brown coloring ran "upward" from her prone position, and was thin enough to almost be imperceptible to the naked eye. 

Her legs were spread, with her knees rising high into the air like twin mountain peaks. A thin bracelet, which appeared to be made of beaded hemp, encircled her left ankle. There were no tan lines indicating that she usually wore sandals or shoes or even socks; looking back up her body, there were no tan lines to be seen anywhere upon her exotic skin. 

Around this exotic enchantress stood six men, seen only from the lower ribs downward, all apparently quite nude, each likely of a different race given their widely-varying skin tones. Each male sported a long, thick, heavy erection, stroking it, aiming downward toward the bound beauty. From each male sex, a stream of white spewed forth, frozen forever in mid-air, arcing on a trajectory to ultimately land upon the young submissive; following the trajectories, it appeared that three streams of white would land directly upon her small breasts, while the other three would splatter her face - including one which should land directly between her soft parted lips. Yet to have all six men ejaculate at precisely the same instant, the photo must almost certainly have been "doctored" in some manner. 

It was clear that these six men were not the only ones to have enjoyed the charms of this gorgeous goddess. Her face had previously been splattered - in fact, almost entirely covered - with thick, white semen, to the point that she could not open her eyes again until someone cleaned the male seed away from her eyes. A thin white bubble rose from her parted lips, indicating that she already had several volleys of male essence filling her small mouth. Even her hair contained many significant dollops of white, including some trickling from her forehead over the crown of her head and slithering toward the floor. 

Her torso fared just slightly better. Large areas of her chest and stomach had already been tainted by male fluid, but not nearly as thick and heavy as that which covered her face - indicating that countless men had previously emptied their contents upon her, and primarily concentrated upon her face. With her handcuffed wrists "trapped" by the pair of thin chains connecting her three O-rings, her hands and forearms also bore many signs of male enjoyment. 

Others had clearly emptied themselves upon the young woman's legs; several wide rivers of white descended from the twin peaks, flowing in both directions upon each leggy mountain. Several men had previously aimed at her bare feet, and the semen between her toes must have been at least slightly uncomfortable for her. 

Not surprisingly, the soft, black, shaggy rug bore white markings - some which had trickled down from the bound beauty's body, and some indicating that a few men had previously missed the exotic woman. In the background, far away from the black rug, a nice fire burned behind the protective grill of a fireplace, indicating the photo was likely taken in winter. 

If only I knew who had sent me this wonderful photo. If it was the girl in the image who had sent this most unexpected gift, I would certainly like to meet her at least once - not necessarily to engage in sexual acts with her, but definitely to discuss the situation surrounding the photo and how it came to be in my possession.

Photo



Samantha walked through the front door, saw the camera set up in the middle of the living room and signed. Her evening was not going to be as quiet as she had hoped. She looked around the house but did not see anyone else there. With a shrug she walked into the bedroom to change. As soon as she entered the bedroom she came to an abrupt stop. Lying on the bed was a long bamboo cane, polished and shining dully in the low light. Next to the cane was a note. She kicked off her shoes and sat on the bed. Absently stoking the cane with her left hand she began to read.

Good Evening Samantha,

I'm out with friends and will not be home for dinner. In my absence, I would like you to shower and shave your pussy. You won't like the consequences if you are not completely smooth. Dry your hair and wait for me in the living room. 

Mac

P.S. Don't forget the cane. 

Samantha looked at her watch, 7:00pm. She had no idea when to expect him home. When had he left? She hurriedly removed the rest of her clothes and headed into the bathroom. While she waited for the hot water to heat up she brushed her teeth and got out a fresh razor. Stepping into the hot shower she immediately relaxed. As she soaped her body she thought about the evening ahead. They had both been so busy lately; there had been little time to just relax together. Samantha rinsed her body then began the process of shaving her legs. That task quickly completed, she could focus on shaving her pussy, making sure that no stray hair and stubble remained. She ran her hand over her mound to check and found herself becoming slick and moist. She rubbed her fingers through her slit for a moment before reluctantly pulling her hand away; there was no time for that. She stepped out of the shower and dried off. Styling her hair took just a few minutes and there she found herself, naked, shaved and ready. 

Walking back into the bedroom, Samantha picked up the cane and just looked at it for a moment. Holding it made her heart beat a bit faster. Waking into the living, she surveyed the scene he had left for her. The furniture had been moved to the edges of the room leaving a clear space in the center. He had set up a digital camera on a tri-pod and lights had been placed around the room. Mac new she hated having her picture taken. He loved to push her limits; perhaps this was to be tonight's lesson.

Samantha walked into the center of the room. Mac had placed an X on the floor with painter's tape. She knelt on the floor, back straight, legs slightly spread, cane lying on her upturned hands. She took a deep breath and tried to relax. She had no idea how long she would be waiting. 

An hour passed before Samantha heard the front door open and sat up straighter. She could feel cool air entering the house, goosebumps rose all over her body, her nipples getting hard. She shivered, from the cold and from excitement. She listened to his footsteps as he walked around. She could hear him as he got a drink of water, went through the mail, set up the coffee maker for the following morning. Finally, she heard him approach her.

"Hello Samantha, you're such a good girl" he leaned over and kissed her on the forehead, stroking his hand over her hair.

"What do you have planned Mac?" Samantha asked him as she watched him walk around turning on lights and adjusting the tri-pod. 

Mac circled Samantha. Walking around her still form, smoothing her hair, pausing to nudge her legs open a bit wider with his foot. Samantha was sure he could hear her heart pounding through her chest. She began to breathe a bit heavier, her body becoming flush with her arousal. She wanted to move but didn't.

"You look beautiful pet." As he spoke, he took the cane from her hands.

"I am hesitant to Mac such smooth skin but at the same time, a bit of decoration may improve your already lovely appearance." He began to run the tip of the cane over Samantha's body, tracing the curve of her hip, the length of her spine, tapping gently on the tip of each breast before moving to her center. Mac dipped the cane into her moist heat. Her pussy clenched as the tip passed her clit and was pressed deep into her. He slowly ran the cane through her cunt, touching every part of her before it was removed.

Mac looked carefully at the tip. "Hmmm, my beautiful new cane is all wet. How did that happen Samantha? "

Samantha smiled at Mac but said nothing.

"I know bamboo is durable but just to be safe, let's clean up a bit." With those words, Mac placed the tip of the cane on Samantha's full lower lip.

Samantha began to lick her own juices off of the tip of the cane. Looking Mac in the eye, she ran her tongue slowly over the surface, swallowing deeply and clearly savoring the exSamanthaence. Mac began to breathe a bit faster and Samantha could make out the shape of his erection through his pants. 

"You are teasing me my dear." He grinned as he tossed the cane to the floor and began to remove his clothing. 

Samantha always loved the site of Mac's body. He had the physique of a person who is active rather than someone who spent all day at a gym. He was all long lines and lean muscle. Samantha shivered again. Mac moved to stand directly in front of her. His erection, already full and hard, bobbed gently against his abdomen. She could see the veins raised beneath the smooth skin. There was a slight drop of moisture at the slightly darker tip. Samantha licked her lips in anticipation. She could still taste her own flavors on her tongue. Mac took another step to stand between her spread thighs.

"You may have just a taste, don't be greedy". He chuckled as Samantha gave him a longing look. She wanted so much more than a taste and he knew it.

Samantha leaned forward, pressed her lips to the tip of his cock and gave the slit a tiny lick. She loved the briny taste of his pre-cum and moaned as the flavor spread across her tongue. 

"That's enough now." Mac stepped out of Samantha's reach. "You need to earn that." Mac bent down to pick up the cane from the floor. 

"Show me how badly you want to be my pet"

Samantha knew what he liked and felt a certain thrill when she saw the approval in his eyes as she placed her hands beneath her breasts and lifted them up for him.

"That's a good start. Now hold them there for me"

Samantha took a deep breath and thrust her chest out as far as she could. At the same time, Mac brought the thin bamboo cane down hard across the tops of both breasts at once.

"Ahhhhh" Samantha cried out as a red Mac appeared almost immediately but she did not waver from her kneeling position. She had been trained better than that.

"Good girl" he whispered as he brought the cane down again and then one more time.

He stopped for a moment to admire the welts rising on her pale skin. One strike came very close to the nipple, the welt seeming to disappear into her areola only to appear again on the other side. Samantha was trembling from the effort to keep from moving, to keep from showing him any pain or fear. Even though she keenly felt each stripe on her chest, she also felt the moisture pooling between her legs. 

"Good girl" he whispered again. Mac knew how much she could take but he liked to push her, to test her limits.

"What would you like to do now pet?" Mac traced the welts on her breasts with the tip of the cane.

"Let me taste you" Samantha was shaking with the need to have him.

"Is that how you ask?"

"Please Sir, allow me to taste you. I need it so badly." 

He could tell by her voice that she was close to her limit. Soon she would lose control. Mac moved to stand directly in front of her again "Go ahead". 

With those words, Samantha leaned forward to take his cock into her mouth; she pursed her lips around the head, running her tongue across the tip and around the rim. Paying extra attention to the underside where she knew he was ultra sensitive.

She felt him gathering her hair into one mass and holding it in his fist. "Ahh yes" he hissed as he watched her. "Look at me Samantha"

Samantha raised her gaze to look him in the eye as she continued to work the tip of his cock with her tongue. Releasing him for a moment, Samantha began to nibble her way to the root of his penis. Sucking and nibbling at him, running her tongue along the underside until she reached the base. Tucking her head underneath him, she ran her tongue over his balls before sucking that sensitive pouch into her mouth. Samantha moaned as she applied gentle suction, Mac allowed his head to drop as he focused on the pleasure. 

After a minute or two, Samantha released Mac and returned her focus to his hard and lengthening cock. Placing her mouth over the tip, Samantha took his entire cock deep into her throat. Mac moaned and took her head into his hands, holding her still as he began to thrust in and out of her mouth. Pushing his cock deep into her throat, pulling back only when she began to gag. He loved the feel of her throat milking his cock as she struggled for air and she knew it. 

Just when Samantha thought Mac would cum in her mouth he pulled himself back, leaving her kneeling on the floor trying to catch her breath. Mac bent down and picked up the crop from the floor. 

"Crawl to me Samantha"

Samantha crawled on all fours the few feet separating them. Wrapping his other hand in Samantha's hair, he guided her mouth back onto his cock. Once she had stated sucking and swallowing in a steady rhythm, he began to bring the cane down on her back and bottom, leaving pink stripes up and down her body, the bright Macs showing up in stark contrast with her white skin.

After a few minutes, Samantha could feel Mac's cock get even harder as the intensity of his thrusts increased. He would cum soon. Suddenly, he pulled out of her mouth and grabbing her hair, roughly pulled her across the floor and back to the tape Mac on the floor.

"Get back into position"

Samantha hurriedly got back onto her knees, legs spread wide and arms behind her back. Mac stood in front of her and stroking his cock, started to spurt copious amounts of cum onto her face. Samantha remained still as he covered her face in his semen. Letting it drip from her cheeks, from her lips. Some of it flowed down onto her breasts. Mac pressed his cock to her lips. Looking him in the eye, Samantha opened her mouth and carefully cleaned Mac's cock of any remaining fluids, sucking gently on the slit to draw out every last drop. When she was finished, she leaned back and waited for him to speak.

"Don't move pet." As he spoke, he moved to stand behind the camera. 

Samantha looked into the lens as he began to take her picture.

"Perfect my sweet" he murmured as he continued to shoot frame after frame, the lights illuminating her image. 

Samantha didn't move as he continued to shoot. She knew the photo would be beautiful, she also knew this is how she wanted him to always remember her.



Photo Album



Roger had seen the couple every Saturday morning about the same time for the past month. It is impossible to not remember such a beautiful woman with a hook for one hand and an empty sleeve. Unfortunately, the same man is with her each time. She wears a wedding ring on a chain around her neck, dangling just above the start of very fine cleavage.

Just before they step forward in his line to checkout, Frank taps him on the shoulder and mentions it is time for a break. Roger scowls, his brow furrowed, as he turns to walk away. Another whole week until he sees her again, like an eternity. He lingers against the nearby wall, a foot against the wall with hands stuffed in both pockets. Frank makes idle chitchat with them and he wonders what they are saying.

Most every night since first seeing her, he has dreamed of her. Now the dreams are more frequent, more detailed, and more sexual. At first, the husband would be there, watching or talking. Now, well now it is just her sprawled atop him rubbing both stumps everywhere.

Not since Jean divorced him had he been with an amputee, but the memories still abound. He often scours the web looking for picture or pours though the ones of her. It doesn't matter; the arousal is just as great. She was missing an arm, the right one just above the elbow. She would caress his face with it, to tease and excite. He knew where it would touch eventually. Those were the best nights.

The woman whispers to her husband and he goes ahead with the basket and rounds the corner. She stands just in front of Roger with a pleasant smile.

"Missed having you check me out."

The way she puts the words together have several interpretations. His eyes take in her appearance in detail, slowly roaming, slowly undressing.

"There, something to remember," she whispers, and then turns to leave.

"At least tell me your name."

"Yes, for your nightly fantasy. It's Sara."

She smiles again and is gone as quickly as she arrived. The left arm seemed to be off near the shoulder based on the way the sleeve hung. It wasn't clear how much of the other arm remained, but the way the hook moved he imagined it was below the elbow.

His foot slowly falls to the floor and he walks to the break room. Shoving a dollar bill into the slot, he pushes the button, waiting for the can of Pepsi to fall down. The level of frustration is great and he has trouble popping the top. The spray of suds across his face and shirt adds to the irritation from not having asked for more information or giving her his contact information. He sits hard on the plastic seat and cross his legs leaving an ankle over the knee.

"Hey," Maggie says, repeating the same activity with the drink machine. "Saw you talking to Sara. Do you know her? I only know her name."

"Nah, but she comes though my line on Saturday mornings. We make idle conversation. That's all."

"Remarkable woman, even if you don't find her pretty."

"She's a knock out."

"Yeah. Not many men would say that about a woman missing both arms."

"Fools."

"God-d, if she was a lesbian, I'd make a move on her." She laughs.

"She appears to be married."

"Lucky guy. She sure floats my boat." She laughs. "You ever know someone like her."

"My ex-wife was missing an arm just above the elbow."

"Oh, my. Is that why you married her?" She chuckles.

"I'm kind in the closet about that part of my life."

"Hey, me too! The only reason I mentioned it is 'cause you were lookin' at her."

"Yeah." He shakes his head twice. "Maybe we could have a drink after work...talk about things."

"Honest, I only like women."

"I understand. I'm not trying to get in your panties." He groans and then stands, tossing the empty can in the trash. "Got to get back to work. Later."

-

At home, Maggie hurries to her laptop and calls up several web pages of pictures, all of women missing arms. She pulls her blouse and bra off, watching the pictures scroll past. Sitting, she squirms out of her slacks and panties. The conversation with Roger had more than aroused feelings. She had not known anyone that lived near with comparable desires. Gay or straight, he is someone to cultivate a friendship with, and soon.

Her finger alternately fingers between her thighs then slips into her mouth, sucking it like an erection. It doesn't take long before all it is doing is drilling deeply between her legs. The phone rings and she considers if it is worth answering. Finally, she gives in rather than finishing the task at hand. She was so close too.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Maggie. It's Jean. Sorry, I dropped off the face of the earth." She chuckles.

"How could I forget you?" She snickers. "Missing that arm.... Anyway, what's up?"

"Listen, I'm in town and thought we might have dinner."

"Sure. Just looking at pictures and playing with myself, but I'd rather see you."

They had arranged to meet in an hour at Elsie's, a mostly lesbian bar and restaurant. Jean waits at a table, sipping a beer. The halter-top cut low in the front leaving little to the imagination about her breasts or the arm stump ending just above the elbow.

"Look-k at you-u," Maggie coos. "Might just drag you back to my cave and feast on you." She laughs, flagging down a waitress to order whatever Jean is having.

"Yeah, been a while. I remember our times fondly."

"Not to bring up bad memories, but I talked to Roger today."

"I don't think of him much anymore. It was an interesting year, but I'm glad we parted ways."

"He was lusting over a woman with a hook and an empty sleeve. We chatted a bit about her. He doesn't know about our history."

"Good, and I'd appreciate keeping it that way."

"She rocks my world. Shops in the store with her husband every Saturday morning. She been through my checkout line a few times and it is so-o hard to focus on scanning." She chuckles.

"Sara?"

"Yeah, you know her."

"She had the left leg off the same week I did my arm. It sounds like she's been back again."

"Not much left," Maggie quips.

"Well, I guess she could do more of the one arm. Of course, there is a whole other leg to whack on." Jean laughs.

They order another round of beer and two cheeseburgers with fries. The waitress spends a moment looking at Jean then walks away.

"She's hot for you," Jean teases.

"I doubt it. People just stare."

"Have anyone in your life?" Maggie asks.

Jean chugs the rest of the beer as the waitress puts new bottles on the table.

"I was hot and heavy with a guy for three weeks, mostly great sex, but we enjoyed each other's company too."

"And you let him get away?"

"Took the hook out of his mouth and dropped him overboard like a small fish." She laughs and wipes some hair from her face using the stump.

"Geez, I love to watch you do stuff like that."

"You should get a stump. Arms are cheaper than legs." She snickers.

"I just like to look and touch. Guess I know who to call if I change my mind."

-

Thoughts of Sara inflame Roger as he reads his e-mail and looks at pictures of amputee women, one hand on the mouse, the other around his erection. The coming week stretches out like the endless desert for a stranded man without water. The few moments with her added to the details from past encounters greatly. Now he knows her name, even have been several feet closer to her perfect body.

What does she look like naked? The thought rages and he imagines many possibilities, all creating greater arousal between curled fingers. Her husband must have interests similar to his own, otherwise why would he be with her? He probably must help with personal tasks - dressing, eating, even bathroom.

Imagine helping her in the shower, scrubbing that perfect body. Probably kissing everywhere to make sure she is clean. Yeah, such a chore - kissing between her thighs making sure that is perfectly clean. The climax covers his chest and thighs unexpectedly.

-

Roger relieves Frank at the register between customers. There is no way Sara will come today and the disappointment is great. Yesterday was his day off and he did little other than watch some movies and drool over pictures of amputee women while thinking of her.

"Hey, man. Perfect timing." Frank steps out of the way.

"Yeah, back to the salt mines."

"Oh, someone left you a note yesterday." He hands Roger a folded piece of paper.

'Sorry I missed you yesterday. A friend was visiting and I thought you might be interested. Maybe another time. Sara'

Groceries were piling up at the end of the black conveyer belt and an older woman seemed impatient with fists jammed against her waist. "What did her friend look like?" Roger whispers to Frank, beginning to scan items without paying much attention.

"Pretty, much like the woman with the note. Oh yeah, she was missing the left arm."

"Shit-t," he groans under his breath. "Pretty?"

"Yeah, at least she wasn't wearing one of those horrible hook things. I guess I was looking more at her chest. Great cleavage."

"Missing an arm?"

"Uh-huh. She had on a sleeveless blouse and had less than half the upper arm...you know, there." He points.

"Shit-t, shit," he groans again, still scanning. "No phone number?"

"No, that's all. Hey, hook-lady will be back Saturday with her husband. I'm sure."

"Well, thanks. Have a good break." He scans a few more items. "Sure ruined my day," he mutters under his breath.

It remains hard to focus on his work and the line of customers never seems to go away. The list of questions continues to grow in his mind. How do they know each other? Why did they come yesterday? Does the other woman live in the area? Is she single?

The eagle-eyed customer stops him, complaining that he scanned an item twice. He rechecks the register, credits the extra scan, and continues shoving items past the scanner.

Maggie is mostly finished with a sandwich brought from home when Roger sits at the table with his face in his hands.

"Rough day?" she asks, sipping more of the drink from the can.

He tosses the note on the table and she reads it. "Yeah, I saw her. A piece of real eye-candy."

"Tell me," he begs into the hands rubbing his face.

"It'll just frustrate you." She laughs and finishes the sandwich.

He looks at her dropping his hands onto the table. "I can take it...maybe."

"They could have been twins, 'cept she was only missing one arm." Maggie points above the midway point of her upper arm. "Damn fine looking stump. I'd have to give it a nine-five." She laughs, holding both hands up as if she is holding two scorecards. "If you're keeping score."

"I don't believe I missed it."

"Man, I didn't. Sara saw me and asked if you were working. Something about the friend being in town overnight and wanted an escort. I volunteered." She laughs. "The woman made it clear she didn't do women."

"Holy, fuck me, Jesus."

Roger shakes his head and stumbles to the fridge to get his sandwich. He slips a dollar in the drink machines and presses the button. Maggie is swigging the last of her drink when he sits again.

"Can I depress you more?" Maggie laughs.

"No, that's enough for one day."

She takes one hand with hers for a moment and stares into his eyes. "Listen, I really only like women, but you seems to share a dark side with me that I have no one to talk to about." She watches his head nod as he chews. "Maybe we should get a drink one evening."

He stares at the woman for a while. She isn't a raving beauty by any stretch, but she is attractive enough that he would not object to being with her in public. That she is out, as a lesbian shouldn't reflect poorly on him. After all, they aren't 'dating'.

"I'd like that." He recovers the note and jams it into a pocket.

-

On the other side of the parking lot from the grocery store is a country-western bar and restaurant with sawdust on the floor and mostly families for customers. Maggie and Roger stroll through the late afternoon without saying much. Her hands press into the hip pockets of her jeans part of the time.

There is an empty set of stools at the long bar and they take two, ordering whiskey. She comments about how this seems like a conversation that needs more than beer. He agrees, taking the first sip after clinking the glasses together.

"Just arms?" she asks.

"Actually, no. Probably any limb, or limbs, would get me worked up."

"Boy, howdy. You've got that right."

"Have you ever known someone?" He sips then holds the glass resting on the bar.

"Over the years, two. One was missing a leg, the other an arm. Both were hot until they ran off with someone else." She chugs part of the drink in disgust.

"Yeah. I was married for a year to a woman missing an arm. Guess that was a big part of my attraction to her."

Maggie controls her expression and says nothing about having known Jean. "That sucks."

"Her leaving me? Yeah, but I'm over her and ready for someone new."

"What would be your preference?"

"Missing a leg or arm would be interesting. Possible one of each." He chuckles. "How about you?"

"Anything and any combination."

"Has this been something you've wanted in a partner for a long time?"

"As a child, I had a babysitter for a while. She was missing an arm and a leg. She was a riot to be around and didn't mind letting her stumps show."

"How did she walk?"

"She used a single crutch, quite gracefully too."

"Hmmm, I was never so fortunate to know anyone in that part of my life, but now when I see someone missing a limb, I'm be a wreck for days afterwards."

"Yeah, for the first few hours after I by chance see someone, I'm incapable of rational thought." Maggie laughs.

-

Carol sits on the couch reading a paperback book. She wears a casual sleeveless dress slightly unbuttoned. Her only foot, the right one, rests on the edge of the coffee table. The short right stump of her left arm dangles idly. She pushes against the page with her thumb and it turns.

"Hey, how was your trip to see Sara?" Barbara asks, laying her crutches on the floor in front of the overstuffed chair. She drapes her right leg over the arm of the chair, trying to get comfortable.

"Good. She tried to set me up with a guy where she shops. I think his name was Roger. Yeah, that's it."

"And he wasn't interested?"

"He wasn't there that day. She chatted with a woman who offered to go out with me. Can you imagine?"

"Nah. Give me a handsome guy any day." She chuckles.

"How's, ah...."

"Kevin? I broke up with him. He thought he was doing me a favor by seeing me. I'm missing a fuckin' leg, not desperate."

"Yeah, it'd sure mess with his mind to know why too." Carol laughs. "I'd love to find a man who could dig that I wanted to be missing an arm and a leg." She moves the arm stump about. "I 'love' being this way."

Barbara sits upright and cross the leg over the long stump as though the leg were still there. A hand fondles the end for a moment, and then drags under the tee shirt to find a breast.

"I have that ad on the devotee dating site making quite clear I wanted to be this way. I won't put my picture up there, so I guess most guys think I'm a fake. I don't know what else to do."

"I'll be seeing Sara again soon. Let me talk to her husband. I hear Dave has connections. I don't know how close any of them might live to us. I'm not excited about having to move away, but for the right man I would."

"Wonderful. When?"

"She said Roger is at work every Saturday morning when they shop and loves to look at her. She showed me a picture of him and he's hot looking. I told her I wanted a shot at him."

"What makes you sure he'd be interested?"

"I don't, but Sara and I look like sisters and he is interested in her. Only she is missing both arms and has a stump long enough to wear a hook. Yuck. I don't know why people do that."

She slips the bookmark into place and drops the book on the end table. Barbara watches intently as she puts the single crutch under her arm and walk gracefully towards the kitchen.

"Do you want a beer?"

"Sure. Here, I'll help."

Barbara opens both bottles and hands one back to Carol.

-

Sara leans face forward against the shower wall as Dave washes everywhere. The sudsy washcloth moves across the smooth tanned skin of her back and then over each hip. She waves the leg stump a few times.

"Don't forget this," she teases.

"I'm not even close to being finished." He laughs.

"Today's Saturday. I wonder if Roger will be there."

"Yeah, probably. He sure likes to look at you."

"About as much as Maggie." She laughs. "I think he'd like Carol."

"I've been thinking about someone for Barbara. How about Kevin?"

"I don't remember him."

"He came alone to the pool party before you went to have the hand off. He's a lawyer and well off, confident, and 'loves' women missing one leg. I don't think he's seeing anyone."

She turns on the lone foot, still leaning against the wall. He begins to wash her chest, paying great attention to each breast, letting the suds drain across the nipples before sucking each. She rubs the forearm stump through his hair and around his face. 

"You take such good care of me."

He kneels and works his tongue deep inside, his nose brushing the begging clit.

"God-d-d, Dave. Don't stop that for a few days, why don't you?"

She grinds against his face letting the climax build.

-

Roger sees Sara and her husband in line as Frank taps him on the shoulder. He snarls something about the timing and Franks looks up to see why. He finds them two customers back.

"I'm not going to get fired so you can talk to her," Frank whispers in his ear.

"Trust me, I know people in the mob and they owe me a favor." Fingers of one hand tighten into a fist.

Frank holds a hand up. "Geez, okay, okay." He helps bag the groceries as Roger pushes them back.

"Sorry we missed you," Sara says softly as they step up.

"Yes, me too. You had a friend with you I hear." He shoves Frank back. He takes a hint and steps away from the checkout area.

"Looks like you are about to take a break," Dave says. "Maybe we could all go to 'Java Hut' for a coffee."

Sara smiles and rubs the tip of the hook over the black conveyer belt a few times. "I'd like that, Roger." The way she says his name - soft and sensual - arouses him.

It feels like the entire store is pilled on the belt and he will never be finished. He takes the opportunity to suck in more details of her - the hook, the empty sleeve, the tease of cleavage that is exposed, her face, and lovely lips. Thankfully, they didn't have much. He hands the receipt to her husband and willingly lets Frank take his place at the register.

He stands with Sara on the sidewalk as Dave takes the basket across the parking lot to the car. They watch him putting bags into the trunk.

"Thanks," he says, unsure of what else to say.

"Not often a man pays attention to me, not like you. I thought it'd be interesting to have a chance to talk."

"Yeah, guess I've had some interesting thoughts about you." He chuckles. "Sorry."

"No, don't be. Dave is like you." She laughs.

Dave returns. "Are we ready?"

"I'm Roger," he says, extending a hand.

"Dave, and this is Sara. I guess you already know that."

They take a table along the sidewalk away from where others sit. Dave asks what they want then goes inside to get three coffees. Sara crosses one leg over the other and shifts slightly on the plastic chair.

"Your friend?" Roger begins.

"Carol. She visits sometimes...lives over in Broxton, about two hours away."

"Missing an arm I hear."

"Arm and leg. Like me, she usually wears a leg prosthesis."

"You? I'd have never guessed."

She taps her leg just above the knee. "My stump is longer than hers, but we both walk well."

She smiles as Dave puts the cups in front of them then sits across the table leaving Sara next to Roger. Dave blows across the black liquid a few times then sips, looking through the steam at Roger.




Photo Album



"Did she tell you about Carol?" he quizzes.

"Yeah, yes," he stammers, still processing that she was missing an arm 'and' a leg. "Sorry I missed the chance to meet her."

"She felt the same," Sara says with a chuckle. "I had a picture of you on my phone that I showed her. She was all ah-flutter."

"I'm flattered. Makes me glad I lost my job and found this shit one."

"What were you doing?" Dave asks, before sipping.

"Photography, video, and some graphic design. Even a some web page creation."

"Wow-w." He nods, glancing at Sara, then back at Roger. "I have a small company, about 25 people. We should talk." He pushes a business card across the table.

"You might have to hide Lois from him." Sara laughs.

Dave chuckles. "Probably too old for him, besides she's currently taken, I think." He shrugs.

Sara sips through a straw, the cup resting against the tip of the hook. "I didn't know. Shame because she'd have been perfect...and local." She chuckles.

"Whom are you talking about?"

"A woman at work missing a leg, really short stump, full-time crutch user," Dave says.

Roger's mouth gapes open for a long moment as he listens, the panting almost audible. "Not sure age matters with a description like that." He chuckles. "Probably doesn't appreciate men lusting over the fact she's missing a leg."

"Lois, nah," Sara begins. "She gets a perverse pleasure out of taunting someone that likes her that way. Probably one of the reasons she went overseas and had the amputation."

Roger roars with a hardy laugh. "She just moved above Carol on the list of women I'd marry." He chuckles. "Maybe I could contract a hit on the guy she's seeing."

"I often lust over Lois," Dave says, "but Carol has been to the same doc and 'very' pretty. Much more than Lois...in my opinion."

He mocks a heart attack, grabbing his chest and laughing. "Why am I just meeting you two?"

Sara sips again, staring at Roger. "We just moved to this side of town."

"This is so-o exciting-g," he drawls.

Sara asks if he had ever known an amputee women and he explains about Jane. "Other than her, no."

"Bet you're like Dave and have a picture collection on your computer."

"Yup. I'd love to have you in front of a camera." He chugs the rest of the coffee.

"You know, we've been discussing doing some of Sara. The last batch was before her hand amputation." Dave flashes a knowing smile in Roger's direction then at her.

"Might just be able to twist my arm."

"We'll need to sign an agreement giving us distribution control," Sara says.

"No problem. Oh, ah, I could quit the grocery store and not look back if I had another job." He laughs.

-

Roger eagerly accepted the invitation to have dinner with Dave and Sara that evening. There had been talk of bring a swimsuit and dress being casual, that they would barbeque burgers and had plenty of beer.

Sara wears a short skirt and a tube-top without any prosthetic limbs. The leg stump is partially exposed. For the first time, he sees her left arm is off midway above the elbow and the other midway below. She smiles as he takes in all the features hidden before.

She uses a wheelchair and pulls herself about using the single foot. Standing as Roger approaches, she wraps the longer arm stump around his waist letting her lips kiss his cheek. She remains standing when she finally let go, far too quickly in Roger's mind.

"Look at you," he says softly. "And I thought you were beautiful before."

"You should she her in a thong," Dave teases, shaking hands. "Or less." He laughs. "Come on back. The beer is by the pool."

"Brought swim stuff."

"It's secluded enough you might not need it," she says, sitting again in the wheelchair and following.

"Great place," he comments, trying to distract him self from the suggestive comments.

By the wooden picnic table on the pool deck, she stands leaning with the stump resting on the edge, the long arm stump teasing the end.

"Thanks," she says, still rubbing. "A lot nicer than the old house. I love back here. Before, the neighbor's windows looked down on the pool."

"Annoying, I bet," Roger says, still taking in all her stumps.

"Can I help?" she asks, breaking out into wild laughter. "If it were up to him, I wouldn't even have this leg." She chuckles flapping both arms.

"Really?" he musses. "If there's anything...."

"Nah, I've got it," Dave cuts in. "Besides, you're our guest." He turns towards her. "Honey, get those pictures of Carol. Let him die knowing what he missed out having a date with." He laughs.

"Don't have my hook on."

"I'll help," Roger offers willingly.

She leads him, hopping towards the den. "Don't always hop," she quips.

"Good thing, I don't think my heart could stand it."

She stops beside the large wooden desk, pointing at a small album rests at one edge. There are ten photos of Carol in various poses, all undressed and hiding nothing.

"Pretty, isn't she?" Sara whispers, noticing the swelling in Roger's khaki short pants.

"God, I hope I don't go blind." He chuckles, flipping the page.

"That's Lois." Her pictures aren't as risque.

"Good god, almighty." He looks back at Carol before flipping the page.

"And that's Carol's roommate, Barbara. Do you have a preference?"

"Can I just clone you?" He chuckles.

"Because I have three stumps?"

"You don't mind being that way." He shrugs, looking at Carol again.

"Fuck-k, no. It's fantastic. Sorry, I get a little exuberant at times." She laughs. "I need a lot of help and am quite helpless these days. Dave is so good to me."

"I'm quite taken with your appearance. The fact that you are drop dead gorgeous doesn't get in the way either." He chuckles.

"Thanks, Roger." She leans close and kisses on the lips, the longer arm resting over his shoulder.

"Hmmm." Roger reminds himself that she is married and they both know several outstanding women missing limbs as well.

"My bad. You are handsome and I got carried away."

"Anytime you want to be 'bad' again...." He chuckles, taking her short stump with one hand and massaging it.

"I'm very orgasmic. That is quite erotic, you know." She pecks his lips again, this time quicker.

"Dave's going to miss us," he whispers.

She leans closer and presses the leg stump against his crotch. "Just another minute."

"Welcome back," Dave teases when they return. Roger holds the album. "I didn't expect you two to still be dressed." He laughs.

"Quickies don't count," she teases.

"So, which of the women do you vote off the island?"

"None. It's my fiefdom and I want them all."

"Somehow, I knew you'd fit right in," Dave says, taking the burgers from the grill.

They settle on the benches along side the table - Dave next to Sara helping her eat the burger. Roger anxiously takes in the sight letting it become a movie in his memory.

"Honestly, they are all great catches," Dave says before taking his first bite. He chews for a moment and swallows. "If I had to choose, I couldn't. There is something appealing to me about Carol. That one arm and one leg stuff fires me up." He chuckles and glances at Sara, holding the burger to her mouth. "Of course, it is hard to beat three stumps."

"Yeah, Carol." Sara muses, swallowing the bite. "I hear Lois gets pretty crazy in bed though."

"True," Dave says, holding the bottle of beer in front of his mouth. "However, Carol loves oral, especially on her. Go down on her and she's yours." He laughs.

Sara playfully pokes the long stump at him. "How do you know?" She chuckles.

"Just a rumor."

"And Barbara and Lois don't...."

"I think there isn't anything sexual that Lois doesn't love." Sara laughs looking at Dave. "You should give her a call and find out what is going on."

He looks at Roger. "She's probably got five years on you and Carol is hot, hot."

"I've seen their pictures." Roger sighs. "I'd probably be happy with any of them. I guess I feel like a kid in a candy store."

"Yeah. I bet," Dave says, pulling out his cell phone.

"Hey Lois, it's Dave." He listens. "You still seeing that guy?" He listens, nodding a few times. "Just wondering...we have a new friend, maybe going to get him to work with us. Anyway, he's hot to meet you and I think you'd hit it off." He listens and closes the phone. "She's coming over after dinner. You can stay. Right?"

"Oh, yeah-h."

"What about the guy?" Sara asks.

"She only saw him three times before she let him know it wouldn't work."

"Maybe you have a shot." Sara smiles at Roger for a moment. "If you like sexually adventurous women, she's for you."

"I can't say I've found one before." He groans.

Evening settles over the pool and they leave the deck lighting off. Soft lighting filters through the pool water giving it a nice quality. Alternating tapping of crutch tips and a barefoot come from the house.

"Hey, all," says the lovely woman, with one leg and wearing a black, one-piece thong cut high over each hip and low in front. Her stump is inches long, almost short enough to not qualify as a stump. Long brown hair pulled into a ponytail, drapes over one shoulder.

Sara stands and takes a few hops before hugging her tightly. Sara steadies herself against Lois as she makes the introductions.

"So, this is your new friend," she says, hugging Roger, beginning a mild kiss that quickly grows passionate. Hands roam everywhere, sampling, touching.

"Good thing the lights are out," Sara teases.

Lois waves a hand and shushes her. "Busy," she mumbles then resumes the kiss for another minute.

"Well?" Dave quizzes.

"Wrap him up," Lois roars, "or, unwrap him."

"I'm yours," Roger says, agreeing.

"Get your swimsuit on," Sara encourages him.

"Or just get naked," Lois whispers, pulling at a shoulder strap of her swimsuit freeing one breast. "Or is that too inappropriate?" she asks Dave.

"No, knock yourself out. Be a kid." He laughs. "I promise not to look." He laughs again.

She drops her thong by the crutches and hops to the pool, the smallish but full breasts swaying as nicely as is the short piece of thigh. He had caught a healthy glimpse of her from the front and enjoyed it all, especially the waxed mound. Right behind her they dive in one after the other, not stopping until they are at the far end of the shallow lap pool.

Standing on the one foot, she pulls him closer. "God-d, where have you been hiding?" She takes his lips and drives her tongue wildly into his mouth.

He fondles a breast then the other before quickly reaching for the stump. "Could say the same for you." Several fingers press into her slit and circle her clit before going back inside again.

"Dave didn't tell me anything about you." She kisses him deeply. "I take it you like your women missing something." She chuckles.

He tells the short version of being divorced from Jane, how she had one arm, and how he dreams of finding someone, and that he is not seeing anyone now.

She curls her fingers around his shaft and idly strokes. "Nice," she coos. "Do you like short or long stumps?"

He reaches down and fondles her stump all over. "This'll do," he teases, kissing her deeply.

"I could do the other leg too, if that's what you want."

"Maybe. Is it true, that...."

"Yeah, I did choose to have it amputated...a lifelong dream. Is that a problem?"

"Oh, hell no. I know you needed to be this way, but it excites me that you did. Does that make sense?"

She laughs. "Yeah, honey." They kiss for a while. "Most men, even those that dig chicks with one leg, don't like me 'cause I wanted it off."

"Is that what happened to the guy they mentioned you were seeing?"

"Yeah." She shakes her head. "Maybe it is a good thing." She smiles and kisses him several times, grinding against him. "Bet that will warm me on a cold night."

"Maybe kissing it there would heat you up."

"Oh, my. Now I know there's a chance."

"What do you think there're talking about?" Dave musses aloud.

"Maybe we should go inside and leave them alone."

-

Roger stands behind Carol, rubbing against her, watching them both in the hotel bathroom mirror. A hand cups the short arm stump a while as it move in his grip, the other caress a breast. He pecks kisses over her neck and shoulder, her head leaning back along his face.

"Darling-g," she moans, twisting in his embrace. She reaches down to rub the erection between her thighs. "We shouldn't waste this," she teases.

"Well, happy six months to you too." He chuckles, scooping her into his arms.

On the large bed, her singles leg wraps around his waist as he enters, staring into her bright blue eyes, before suckling the arm stump. She rubs it over his lips, nibbling her lower lip. "The love gods were looking out for us," she whispers, kissing him for a moment before grinding against him and pulling her foot tighter against his back. He kisses the stump as she teases his mouth with it. His strokes are long and slow, matching the movements of her hips. 

"I'm not sorry she moved away," she says, the climax on the wane.

"It wouldn't have worked. That was clear."

"Will I work?" She snickers.



Photo Albums



Damn, how did it come to this? This man, I don't know anymore. Well that's not quite right, this man who I know too much about. Everything I know. No mystery, no secrets. He's shared everything with me and now? Well know I can relate to his first wife on why she dumped his ass.

At the time, many years ago, I thought she was crazy. Insane for dumping this virile man. He had everything. Looks. A good job. A gentle touch. She was an idiot. But hey, I profited from her discards. I snatched him up and made him feel loved again. Love him I did. He loved me and soon we married and his first wife was but a memory.

The years passed. Our cycles and rhythms merged. I knew him. He knew me. We got comfortable. The conversations dwindled down to nothing. Now here I am: staring at this man across the table from me. We have no more words to say to each other. We haven't in months. I've grown bored of him. Some other man could intrigued me. This other man would have secrets. He could be a mystery. I would like to solve him.

Has it come to this? Has my husband been a complex jigsaw puzzle? To be solved and then discarded as I search out another challenge? Am I as bad as his first wife? Is it me? Or is it him? How dare he use up these years of mine! Some of my best years, devoted to this shell of a man. Mystery solved. Puzzle completed. Secrets told. I have consumed him and found the meal...lacking. Why again did I think he was a catch? Why did I think his ex was an idiot for dumping him? Look! There he goes, taking another slice of toast! The pig! Say something! SAY SOMETHING! ANYTHING!

He grunts. That's all he does now. Did he do that before? His jokes, they're always the same, and old! Sheesh! They were old groaners before I was even born. Did I really find them funny before? Just look at the way he drinks his juice. Such a slob! Now he's putting his dishes in the sink and then he washes them, just like every damn day. Oh god! Now he's coming over to kiss me. Ugh! He just has to slobber on me. Yeah, yeah, yeah, you love me. How pathetic. Why are you so needy? His ass has gotten bigger. I'm sure he'll ask me to buy him bigger pants after payday. That's it, leave! Go to work! Bring home the money so we can pay the bills! Now I can have the house to myself.

God I'm bored. What's to do? Marcy is travelling with Fred. The house is clean; leave it to him to be such a clean freak! Even that annoys me. Sigh. Only three more months before we can go on vacation again. I swear three times a year is so lame. This time it was his choice and he wanted to go to Thailand. I hate Thai food. This is going to suck. He can be so cheesy playing the tourist, asking all those questions. Why can't we just stay at the resort, shop and sunbathe? No he always has to go out and experience new things. It's always the same. Then he gets all randy and wants to make love. I mean come on. We've been together for seven years! It's just sex now. He makes such a big production out of it, getting room service to make up the rooms, flower petals sticking to my ass afterwards. What ever happened to just getting it over with so that I don't have to deal with him for long. We go on these trips and it's like we're together all the time until I can't stand it!

I might as well check email. Maybe something interesting will have happened to one of my friends. Damn I'm bored. Did he say he wouldn't be home until late tonight? Some damn class he wanted us to take? No that's tomorrow. Well I'm tired of that crap. What's this? He didn't log off his email account? Anything interesting? What's this? I never thought his ex-wife kept his last name. She's sent him a lot of emails. Hmmmm, opening.

Blah, blah, blah, Jason, I miss you, blah, blah, blah, never knew I had it so good. Hmmm, what a loser. Maybe she was the one with the problem! The two of them would be good for each other, both boring and losers. Let's open another one. Hmmm. Well at least he has the good taste to tell her that she had her chance, though if I were him, I wouldn't be too quick to dismiss her, you never know when a back up plan may be in order.

Ha! Look at her! Crawling and begging back to him. Oh poor her, all the other men treated her like shit! Nice big hard cocks weren't enough for you sweetie? Those manly muscles didn't do it for you? Oh I see, maybe too much of a challenge for you. Oh this is just sad. She dumps him for a better life and falls into a worse life!

Blah, blah, blah, if only she knew what she had before she tossed it away... Yep, I guess you did screw up that, didn't you. Look she's even going into details! How pathetic! She's actually asking him for advice! Oh I see your plan bitch! A veiled attempt at getting him to feel sorry for you by supposedly asking him for advice, then tell him how bad things are.

Wait, what's that? Jackson Palley? I know him! He's that man candy we met at the gallery opening last year. Oh he was so hot! His long blonde hair. Such a brooding artist. His hands were so large and strong. Oh yeah, I remember thinking about him for a month afterwards when Jason made love to me. Such firm hands, such dark eyes! Yummy! So what's all this that he was shallow and lousy in bed? Jackson Palley has a small cock? He's selfish? But he's so hot! How can that looser ex of his bed Jackson? She tired of him after only three weeks. Well I guess maybe all those looks could hide a dud. Jackson a dud, hmmm, oh well. Look she goes on to tell Jason on how one hit her. I would think the bitch brought that on herself! Oh, I'm bad! I guess it's never right to hit a girl. Jason would never do that. He wouldn't dare, if he knew what was good for him. The poor pathetic sod can't go a day without pawing me and kissing me and telling me how much he loves me. If he did hit me he would be so cut off and that would hurt him far much more than he could ever hurt me! Oh well, let's check my email and see what's happening!

Damn that didn't take long. Why is it that Jason gets so much more email than me? Yeah so he knows more people, but they don't know him like me, I mean he is so plain and boring! I just wish I could talk to my friends about Jason. Every time I start to complain they get that wistful look in their eyes. I know that look. I had that a long time ago when Jason's ex complained to me about him. They just all think I'm a fool and they must be scheming to take him if I ever dump his ass. If only they knew what I knew, they wouldn't feel the same way. Hell, maybe I was the fool when I thought those things back just before Jason's ex dumped him. He sure had me fooled.

Hmmm. Why didn't Jason mention that his ex was emailing him? That would have been some interesting conversation at dinner we could have laughed about. Instead he just talks about his boring day and his classes he's taking. I wonder why he never even mentioned it. He normally tells me everything...

I never noticed the photo albums missing. Jason likes things orderly, so why are his old ones out from the book shelf? Oh there they are, on his desk. Hmmm. Those are from his first marriage. I guess he's was looking back through them since his ex emailed him. I'll put them back in the bookshelf. Wow. Our photo albums are dusty! It's like they haven't been looked at for years! Oh look! There's when we went to Cairo! I just have to see the picture of Jason and I on that camel! That thing was stinky! I swear I reeked of camel sweat for two days afterwards. It didn't turn off Jason one bit though! He even made love to me in the bath while we soaked the stink away. That was nice.

All these memories, and all those trips. He sure likes to travel. I guess after the long flights in the cramped seats the places are decent. He's much bigger than I so he was even more cramped on those flights, yet he never complained. Why hasn't he mentioned his ex-wife emailing him to me?

Oh crap! It's almost dinner time! I better throw something together. How did it get so late? What's with all the photo albums being taken down? Did I really go through all of them? I better put these away and get dinner on.

Something's different about him. Oh sure, he just sits there and eats my dinner. It was thrown together yet he still likes it. Is it his posture? Did he get a hair cut? Oh my day was fine dear. Yeah and what's up with your ex-wife emailing you? Oh you don't know about me knowing? Yeah I'm sure you would play the innocent about it. Yeah what I know about you buster, you have no idea. But unlike you I keep my mouth shut. You just sit there and eat your dinner, pretend I don't know. That bitch is trying to sink her fake-ass nail claws back into you. She has a nerve. What are you hiding from me Jason? Something is different about him.

What's that shock on his face when I suggested we look at old photos together tonight? Is he scared? He looks anxious. I'll bet he is! Yeah you can sit next to me, but not so close, buster! You hide stuff from me, and I'll hide stuff from you! Too close! I don't want to feel your body next to mine! Oh...alright, I guess it's okay. You are my husband after all. I suppose I'll put up with it.

Oh my god, my face hurts! How is it that Jason can remember all those funny stories from our trips? The way he tells it, we had adventure after adventure! Oh, my muscles are sore from laughing so much! This was fun. Maybe if he's forward tonight, I'll let him make love to me. I think I'm actually looking forward to it. Oh my, I guess I am blushing! Of course Jason has to notice it and call me out on it. Why does he always figure me out? It's maddening how he has like a sixth sense about me. He always seems to know what type of mood I'm in. So maddening! How can I stay mad at him for very long when he can figure me out so well? I must be like an open book to him. Pause. I wonder if I bore him sometimes?

The bed smells fresh. Oh there he goes lighting the candles again. Turn the lights down, Jason, then put on some music...yep, same routine as always, he's looking for some love. Hmmm. My heart is beating faster. Am I...yes, oh my! I'm excited! What is it about Jason tonight? Something is different...

Enough of the kissing! Let's do this! Wait! Where is he going? Is he leaving? Oh my! No! Where are you going? Oh crap I said that out loud! I'm like a little school girl, all anxious and stuff. Where did this come from?

He doesn't look half bad with his shirt off. Mmmm. His dick is nice and hard and a decent size as well! Yeah eat your heart out bitch! Your ex-hubby is mine! You dumped his ass! All those photo albums could have had you in them, but you had to have a brain fart and dump his ass! Looser!

Oh that was soooo good! Jason so likes to take care of me! I guess maybe I am lucky to have him. From what my friends say and from what his ex wrote, seems like Jason is one of the best out there. Maybe I'm the problem? Could I be the idiot like his ex? Is he bored with me? Is that why he hasn't told me about his ex emailing him? Hmmm. What is he hiding? Maybe he's planning on getting back with her? What's he been doing at those classes he takes? Surely he isn't with her there? He did after all ask me to go with him.

Why didn't I want to go again? I mean, what's so pressing here at the house that I have to stay here, while he spends the evening out without me? Am I stupid or something? Maybe he doesn't want me to be with him. That might cramp his style, having the wife on his arm as he picks up the single chicks at those classes. Oh sure, they could stop him after class, ask him to help "study" for their finals. Maybe he has a whole study group of sluts he's fucking on the side! Oh god! Maybe he's tired of me! Maybe I bore him! I sure don't seem to appreciate all the things he does for me and with me.

Thailand was my idea! Oh crap I forgot that I asked him to take me there for the next trip. It had one of the top ten beaches in the world. That sounded like fun! Why did I think it was his idea? Why did I blame him?

What? Oh sorry! I guess I was holding him too tightly. Too tightly...like I'm afraid to let him go. Is he planning on dumping me? Should I ask him? No. That would seem weak to him. I can't do that. He's not going to dump me. He couldn't! I mean look at me!

Look at me...

What have I done for him? What have I shown him? There was that one time...no he did that for me. But then there was...no again he took care of that. What have I done? What work have I put into this relationship? Come on! I can think of one thing, can't I? Kids! Kids! I said I would give him kids! I...when did we last have that conversation? I...I guess he's given up asking me. I guess I have been a bit of a selfish bitch. Oh god! What if he's planning to dump me? I'll bet his ex would give him kids. Give him kids in a second! Yeah, just what I need, him, linked to her for the next eighteen years! Fuck that! Kids.

Kids.

I said I wanted them. Do I? Do I want a little Jason or Jasonette running around? Jason would be such a good father to them. He takes care of me like I'm an angel. His little daughter would be so lucky to have him. I wish my daddy was like Jason. Would I be a good mother? I'm afraid. I would screw up like Mom did. But Jason wouldn't let me. He would help me, I know it. He loves me, right?

My time at home wouldn't be boring anymore. I feel so useless here, while Jason works. I have to contribute somehow. I could be a good mother, I know I can. Jason would help me. He's so patient with me. He is so good. He... is such a good husband. Oh god, what was I thinking? He's not the problem, I am. How could I be so stupid? He's had one ex-wife, that's enough! I can't put him through another divorce! I can't do that to him! I love him! What an idiot I was! Oh shit! What a mistake I almost made. I hope it isn't too late. I hope he hasn't seen through me. He knows me too well. Does he know? Could he know that I almost fell out of love with him? That would hurt him so much. My poor darling Jason. I don't want to hurt you. Oh great now I'm crying! No it's okay. Oh now I've upset him. Jason don't be hurt! I have to say something to him. He has to know I'm okay.

"Jason honey."

"Darling! What is it? Why are you crying? Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?"

"Jason, let's have a baby. I want to have your baby!"

"Darling? Are you sure? This is so sudden? I thought you wanted to wait?"

"Wait? We've waited seven years. I've been so selfish. I love you. Love me! Give me your baby. Give me your babies! I want to carry them and give them to you!"

Yes! The tears in our eyes are happy tears! Yes I know you love me, Jason! I know you are mine, and you know what? I am yours again. A momentary lapse of reason, please forgive me. I'm not as strong as you. Keep me. I know you love me, but maybe I need to be afraid of loosing you in order to remind me of what I have, and how good I have it.

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Many thanks to ScarlettKisses for the excellent editing work. Her efforts have improved the story and made the language more fluent. 

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New Life 

My wife Sarah and I have started a new life. We had always longed to get away from the rush and tear of the city life. Also we wanted to leave all the trouble we had caused each other in earlier days of our marriage. 

We had found our dream place far away from the city. Just a few miles outside a small town we were lucky to obtain some acres of land just in front of a small lake. 

With help of an architect we had got our dream house. We moved into the house almost a year ago. At first it felt curious. Being used to have many friends coming and going we were now mostly left quite to ourselves. It led to the advantage of coming closer each other than ever before. Our respective affairs were forgiven and put aside. 

Thus our confidence in each other has grown. We have a great sex life. The secluded life at our house surrounded by the lake and the woods had made it possible to live without clothes like nudists. It's a tremendous feeling. The few guests visited us up to now doesn't believed it. 

Early this summer Sarah's elder sister Rocy had returned home from Australia. We hadn't seen her since our wedding day some years ago. Now she would be our guest for the summer months. 

Art Exhibition 

She had made her famous as a photography artist with exhibitions in different countries around the world. During this summer her works of art are on display at a local gallery at our small town. As her art often portrayed nude people she was most controversial in many of the countries, not at least in this 'enlightened' country. 

Sarah and I were invited to the exhibition inauguration. There were much people, experts as well as ordinary ones as myself. The press was there in great numbers, teams from different TV companies and writers lining up outside. 

Sarah and I kept a low profile, laymen as we are. I must say that the pictures were selected with great attention. There were no studies of pornographic character, though you would find some depicting the act of sexual intercourse. 

Suddenly I stopped in front of a photo somewhat larger than the rest of the works. It was illuminated by a spotlight behind me. It was no doubt who I thought! The depicted nude girl was Sarah! Oh, what a beautiful picture! 

"Hay, have you seen that one?" I asked Sarah. She blushed. 

"Oh, god heavens!" she whispered and tried to pull me away from the work of art. But it was too late. A TV reporter had observed the similarity between my wife in person and the nude girl on the wall. He got hold of Sarah and asked her for an interview. 

Sarah was doubtful. Rocy had noticed her sister's dilemma and came to her assistance. "It's my younger sister," she explained to the reporter. "The basic picture was taken many years ago when she was 18 years old. It had been processed to get a more artistic appearance. But indeed, still she is recognizable." Rocy informed smoothly, looking too pleased to be as sweet as she appeared. 

The reporter was enthusiastic. "Oh boy, the picture is wonderful with all the light and shade emphasizing the young woman's innocence," he said and looked at Sarah. "Your appearance hadn't changed much as far as I can see," he established with a smile. "It would be very interesting to the public to have more details on how you worked out the picture," he mentioned to Rocy. 

He returned after a while and said that he had spoken to a producer of a future TV series named 'Creation: a Work of Art'. The producer had become very enthusiastic about the idea to include a story of how an art photo was worked out. If Rocy found it acceptable he would arrange a recording in a TV studio. If so, Rocy as well as Sarah had to participate. And as the production was to be made in front of a small audience I was welcome too. 

Rocy found it good to get as much publicity as possible. If Sarah and I had no objections she would accept the offer. "I had discussed the arrangement with the producer," Rocy told us. "He wants me to take some pictures of Sarah being nude. Then I had to show how they could be treated to obtain good art." 

"It means," I said, "that Sarah had to show up naked in front of the audience? And later on be shown for millions of TV viewers?" 

"Yes, of course! Did it make you uncomfortable?" Rocy doesn't understand why we were so shy. 

"What do you think of that?" I asked my wife, ignoring Rocy's innocent head cock and furrowed brows. 

"I really don't know. But sure I have to get something to calm down my nerves before I strip," Sarah explained with due consideration. 

It was decided that Sarah would participate as it would give her sister a tremendous good publicity. 

At the TV Studio 

On the day for the television recording we arrived at the TV studio well before the rest of the public. A script girl took care of Rocy and Sarah for having them prepped with make-up. The producer, John, showed me around the studio. There was some type of a scene built up in front of two rows of chairs for the audience. 

"You are to use that one!" he told me. The chair he pointed at was in the middle of the front row. "From that point you have an undisturbed view of what's going on in front of the TV cameras," he explained. For the moment there were some cameramen and engineers being busy arranging the light and sound installations. 

John and I sat down in front of the scene. "I had arranged with another nude model to take part in the second part of the program," he informed me. "I think it will cheer up the audience having a guy accompanying your wife on the scene!" 

I was chocked when I understood that a nude stranger has to put his hands on Sarah. "Does my wife know?" I asked 

"I don't know," he answered, "but Rocy knew. She found it suitable to discuss photographing of nude couples." 

"This isn't a couple," I objected. "It's two nude people who are strangers to each other! I'm not happy with such an arrangement." 

"Well, if you want you may be the man taking part in the second part of the program," John proposed. "However, it isn't a question of any type of porn. Of course, the guy ought to get close to your wife, but it mustn't result in anything more than that." 

"I hope you are right. If not, I think you are destroying our marriage!" 

The people to be the audience started to drop in. It seemed to be couples, but there were a few single persons too. All were of different ages, but mostly in their fifties. Soon the two rows became full. I was seated when a young lady get the chair to my right hand side. On my left hand side I found a somewhat older couple. 

The young lady introduced herself as an art student. Her name was Marie. She was very interested in photography and was well-informed about Rocy. She also knew about me as the husband to Sarah, Rocy's younger sister. It had been reported in the latest number of some art magazines with details from the local gallery display. 

The murmur of the audience became silent when the producer took the scene. He bid the audience and the TV public welcome to the new series 'Creation: a Work of Art' to be broadcasted during the next autumn. "The series deals with the three different noble arts: painting, sculpturing and photographing. Today we are to learn more of how a famous photographer creates her pictures. I'm glad to be able to welcome Rocy and her sister Sarah to take place on the couch." 

The ladies entered the scene, Rocy dressed in a trouser suit and Sarah wearing a gown only. Rocy started to explain: "In the first part of the program today I'm to take some pictures of my model Sarah in different positions and with different lighting. Then the pictures will be transferred to a computer for further processing in a way that you can follow in the monitors." 

She went over to her still camera and asked Sarah to take place leaning against the couch. Sarah dropped her gown as if she was used to act as a model. Her naked body was tremendous. The young lady, Marie, at my left hand side whispered: "Oh what a beautiful wife you have!" She was right. Sarah really had a nice hour-glass shaped body. Her breasts were perhaps small, but one was aware of how aroused she was. Her nipples pointed hard against the TV cameras. Her small waistline was accentuated by the hip-bone which, in the leaning position, made that Sarah's bottom and thighs show off perfectly. Particularly as her legs were somewhat spread. Her pussy lips were emphasized by the well-manicured bush above the pubic bone. 

Rocy then started her working. She explained how different lights caused different views of the body. By use of the computer she also showed how one can manipulate photos. With help of pictures transferred to the monitors she exemplified how Sarah could be regarded as a bitch or as a faithful wife. "We will look at that in a more detail in next part of the program," she said glancing in my direction. 

At the introduction of next part of the program the producer mentioned that Sarah now had to be accompanied by a male model. A young well-built nude man entered the scene. His name was William and he seemed to be in the middle of his twenties. His chest was great and his bottom rather small. Without being an athletic-looking man he had well trained arms and legs. 

"Oh no, its my boyfriend!" my young chair neighbor Marie said with a loud voice. The heads of the public turned and everyone's eyes were fixed upon Marie. She blushed! "Now I understand why the producer asked me to sit down beside you," she whispered to me. "We are in the same boat so to say!" 

I looked at her and felt sorry for her. I squeezed her hand and whispered: "Didn't anyone tell you?" 

"No, even he didn't! He said he was busy today and that I had to go by myself on this TV show!" 

We continued to hold hands. Sarah's eyes met mine and she smiled in embarrassment. 

Rocy instructed William to stand behind Sarah who was facing the public. Then Rocy asked Sarah to take hold of William's still slack penis. I could see that Sarah reluctantly followed the instruction. "William put your left hand onto Sarah's left breast and keep her nipple between your thumb and index finger. At the same time put your right hand on her thigh," Rocy ordered William. 

Obviously William had no objections to do as he was told. "No, he can't do this in my presence," Marie whispered to me. "Furthermore, he seems to like it!" 

My cock had started to get hard. I didn't understand what in hell I was doing. I directed Marie's little hand onto the crotch of my bulging trousers! She didn't hesitate but unzipped the flies and grouped my manhood through the boxer fabric. 

Sarah's and my eyes were fixed to each other. She looked frightened. 

Rocy asked Sarah to spread her legs little more such that William could reach your pussy. And Sarah followed her instructions! "Please, rest your head at William's chest and give his penis some thrusts! It would be nice to see the head of his penis!" Rocy informed Sarah. Her wishes were fulfilled. 

From the monitors one got a good view of Sarah and William. It looked like a loving couple. Rocy transferred the picture to the computer and gave some samples of what can be done to emphasize the different characters as a whole and in details. 

"I want to give you a further example of art photography," Rocy told the public. Then she asked Sarah to put one of her legs onto the couch back. Sarah was now viewed slantingly from her side and her pussy was wide open for the eyes of the public. The TV cameras conveyed close pictures of her most intimate area. A close-up picture was shown of her swollen clit and the entrance to the vagina. And the ring muscle of her anus as well. 

Rocy instructed William to get close to Sarah. His penis was fully erected. It was of good length and rather thick as it pointed in right angle from his crotch towards Sarah. "Put your penis in between Sarah's pussy lips!" Rocy instructed William. He followed the instruction. 

"Rub it gently up and down! I want a picture of your penis head just above her clitoris," Rocy further instructed William. That became too much! Suddenly he forced his hard cock into her obviously well lubricated vagina! 

I heard Sarah shouting: "Oh, it feels good! I like it! Aaaah!" She had passed the threshold of her orgasm. 

It wasn't long before William exploded his semen deep inside her vagina. What wasn't allowed to happen had happened! And furthermore, it was documented by TV cameras and had been made in front of the audience. 

There was some sporadic applause. Rocy failed to say anything and she obtained no picture. The TV recording was interrupted by people in the control room. The producer had been taken with surprise. He entered the scene and regretted what had occurred. He explained that the last part of the actions would be erased from the record. It never would be allowed to be shown. 

I had been afraid right from the beginning of just the action now been enacted in front of my eyes. I felt sorry but at the same time I had got a new friend in Marie. She too was emotionally upset. Her hand still squeezed my erected cock! We looked at each other. As a mutual understanding we smiled to each other. "We have to proceed another time. I'll call you if I get your phone number." And I got it. 

John came over to us when the rest of the audience had left the studio. Once again he regretted the bad behavior of the guy. He re-assured me and Marie that that part of the program never will be on show. It was already erased. 

"You mustn't blame William alone. It was Rocy who stepped it up. She got her models to far!" I remarked. 

Back at Home 

Later that day when Sarah, Rocy and I were back home we sat in the kitchen. We had an excited discussion of what had gone wrong. Rocy admitted that she would had stopped William when he forced his cock into Sarah. "You should never have started the last scene where Sarah was to show up her most private area to the public," I told her. "You should have avoided the risk of getting your models to be aroused!" 

"It's easy to judge when you have the key," she defended herself. "Above all, I saw you being well treated by a young girl in the public. And obviously you liked it!" 

"Almost just as good as Sarah had it with William! But we never came to end," I responded. 

The discussion was finished in that Sarah started to cry. Her tears flew down her cheeks. "I'm ashamed! Had I known what was to happen I'd never have agreed to put my body on a public TV show! I'm feeling dirty like a slut!" she shouted to her sister. 

Rocy left the kitchen. I embraced Sarah and kissed her wet cheeks. Our lips met in a lovely long kiss ending in our bedroom. The summer night fall on the lake in front of our bedroom windows. The only sound above our own moaning and groaning of pleasure was the nightingale's song from the bushes down at the lake. 

Next Day 

I was working from home. Sarah had gone away to her office at the town. I saw Rocy strolling with her camera along the lake. I decided to keep her company. 

"Hi there, do you find any good views worth to be registered?" I greeted her. As far as I could see she doesn't like to talk to me. Her face expressed a deep sadness. However, I followed behind her along the lakeshore till we reached the edge of the wood. 

She turned to me. "I'm feeling guilt, for what I did to Sarah. Her body will be on TV's all around the world! The producer called me last night and told me that the program was sold to a great number of countries. He congratulated me to the extreme PR I would obtain; everything being at my sister's expense. What have I done?" Her eyes were filled with tears where she stood leaning against a tree-trunk. 

We stood face-to-face. I always had difficulty to handle weeping ladies. It's one thing to comfort Sarah, my wife, but how to do with another woman? I couldn't think of anything else than to embrace Rocy. She looked astonished at me. "The future will show," I tried to console her. "Sarah just wanted you to get a good publicity! Obviously you will have it." 

Still with my arms around her waist I observed her face. Her resemblance to Sarah was remarkable. The blue eyes, the little snub nose, the marked chin ..., but not the mouth. Rocy's mouth was more sensual! 

"What are you thinking of?" she asked. "You seem to be in another world. Your dreamy eyes give me an idea! You have to be my photo model today. I'm not spoilt by male subjects." 

"Are you sure?" I asked in a hesitating tone. "In your business I thought you quite often had men laying nude on the couch." 

"It happens, but men are shy and didn't like to be pictured with their manhood on display; particularly in the case when it is a female photographer instructing them how to do it." 

I laughed. "I understand! But if paid in kind it's OK then?" 

"You think so? Shall we try?" she asked with a glint in her eyes, almost devilish. 

"OK! What do you want me to do? Jumping around and climb up the trees as a monkey?" 

Rocy rolls her eyes; "Oh, just get rid of your clothes. Then you just walk to the old oak over there. I'll take some pictures of you pissing against the tree!" 

"You have the most funny ideas," I commented and followed her instructions. When I faced the oak she knelt at my side and snapped a series of pictures when I watered the tree. When finished she caught my dick and brought the foreskin back such that the cock head was visable. 

"Keep it in such a position! It's sharply outlined against the green oak leafs!" She got a couple of pictures showing up my cock as the leading character. It started stiffening. Obviously she liked to feel the progress. She took hold of the shaft and asked me to spread my legs. The sack hang loose downwards with my testicles as heavy weights. 

"Oh boy! Such a good sperm producer you have! I'm astonished that Sarah has managed to get clear from pregnancy." She directed the still camera from different sides and angles. She was more interested in my crotch area than in the rest of me. 

"I think we are done with the outdoor pictures. Take your clothes with you, though you don't need them. I want to see you nude in my bed inside the house. You will be a nice model when following my instructions." 

Oh liebe Gott, as the German says. What will this render in? 

Rocy instructed me to lay on my back. She spread my legs in a most uncomfortable angle. My feet were fastened to the lower part of the bed. My arms were strapped in a similar way to the bedstead behind my head. She got in action with her camera. 

To get my cock erected she introduced a stimulator to the inside my ass. It had a shape of a long, thick penis. The shaft was articulated such that the part inside my ass could be more or less tilted. The tilted part was rotated more or less fast by a motor. It has a tremendous effect on my prostate gland. 

My cock got stone hard and pointed right up. Rocy gave me a hand job I never will forget. Simultaneously with driving the stimulator with maximum intensity she sucked my balls. It felt like she was to swallow them. 

Having forced me to the border of cuming she made another use of the camera. "That will be good pictures for future exhibitions!" she explained. "Now, you will get paid." 

She released my legs and arms. Still laying on my back I looked at her when she slowly started to strip. It was a divine body being revealed in front of my eyes. Unlike Sarah she had large breasts, 34D at least. Her long nipples were anchored in large areolas. Her buttocks gave the bottom a well-balanced proportion with respect to the breasts. The thighs on the long legs made a nice framework to her pussy crowned by a well-manicured little black bush above the pubic bone. 




Photo Art



I couldn't help thinking we were straying from photography a bit, but couldn't bring myself to care when she walked towards me slowly, her hips swaying. 

She straddled me in front of my crotch. My still hard cock was as an exclamation mark in front of her well-coming pussy slit. She started to slide towards my belly. My cock was embraced between her well lubricated pussy lips. She drove her pussy up and down my cock rubbing its tactile areas as well as those of her clit. The movement was repeated several times, always ending just as my cock was to dive into her vagina. 

She played with me in a most desirable way. Her eyes were fixed with mine and she smiled every time I gave a groan. 

To avoid me to cum she indicated her wish to change position. I left the bed and she laid down on her back. But, I wanted her in a position where her crotch was at the edge of the bed, so I asked her to scoot down towards me. She obeyed. 

She got in position and I spread her legs. Then I knelt between her thighs. She was just as beautiful between her legs as anywhere else. I was able to see how the smooth, pale outer lips framed a dark pink, dripping wet pussy. I could smell her arousal. I separated the inner lips and inserted two fingers. Rocy sighed voluptuously. Her pussy felt wonderful, slippery and hot. My fingers pressed further inside and I could feel how her vaginal walls tensed and relaxed around my fingers. 

I carefully circled her clit with my thumb. She stiffened and responded with a cry of pleasure. I continued the massage for a little while. She tossed her head and produced sounds of pleasure mixed up with deep breathing. 

I bent against her pussy and put my head between her thighs and licked her outer lips as my two hands kept working on her. My tongue replaced my thumb circling the clit. With my other hand I continued gliding my fingers in and out of her hot, tight pussy. She smelled delicious! She tasted even better, her slick creamy juice hot and indescribable. 

I glanced up past her pubic bone. I found Rocy rubbing and pinching her nipples. She whimpered: "Don't stop!" 

My fingers were wet and slick with her moisture. I gently placed my index finger on her ass hole. I softly probed it. With my fleshy part of my finger I massaged the entrance. Two fingers of my other hand were reinserted into her delicious vagina. 

Her hips were thrusting and her body thrashing about. I stood up and dove my hard cock inside her vagina. Listening to Rocy's moans and cries I pushed my cock in and out. 

Her muscles were tightening around my cock. She was close. The plunging cock made wet squishing sounds. Then her pussy clamped my cock and she screamed out: "Ooooh god! You make it sooo ... wonderful ... it feels ...!" Her words almost echoed out of the open window. 

The bedroom door opened. "There you are!" said a well-known voice. My lovely wife Sarah stood in the opening and looked at us. "I just wondered where I could find you when I heard some nice screaming from Rocy's room. Do you have had a good time?" she asked laughing. 

Rocy quickly caught her breath and breathed out: "I have never had such an orgasm in my whole life! Thomas knows how to do it." 

"I hope you aren't fagged out," Sarah responded looking at me. "I'm very horny indeed, so you have to give me just as much as you obviously just has given to my sister." She wasn't late to get rid of her trouser suit. As she never used any bra she stood in front of us wearing a thong only. She took a step towards me where I sat on the bed beside Rocy. 

Since I hadn't reached to be triggered off before Sarah opened the door my cock was still armed for another fight. I embraced Sarah's bottom and buried my face into her crotch. I found her thong already quite wet. Soon I brought it down, passed her thighs and knees. Her pussy smelt nice in a known manner to me, but it was different compared to Rocy's I just had tested a while ago. It made me astonished that two sisters didn't have a more similar scent. I forced my tongue in between the pussy lips and tried to drive it up and down the slit. 

Sarah spread her legs to make it easier to me for reaching her clit. My tongue found it and started to encircle it with more or less rough movements. Also my teeth were used nibbling the clit in a careful way. She moaned and forced my head harder against her pussy. 

Rocy had taken place behind Sarah. She cuddled and fondled Sarah's tits. She brought Sarah to lay on her back on the bed in the same position in which I previously had brought Rocy. By doing so Sarah's pussy was in line with the end of the bed. Once again I knelt in front of a wonderful pussy, now it belonged to Sarah. 

Standing behind Sarah's head Rocy kept her sister's hands down against the bed. She was immensely enjoying playing with Sarah by starting to gently pinching Sarah's hard pointed nipples. Sarah let out a soft moan when Rocy continued to massage, tease and pinch her nipples. 

At the same time my fingers began tracing the outside of Sarah's pussy lips. One of my fingers entered her pussy and she moaned and twisted a bit causing my finger to touch more of her hot pussy. My finger stirred around her now dripping wet pussy. I brought the finger deeper inside to massage her G-spot, which caused her hips to twist in pleasure. I used my other hand to rub her outer lips up and down. By that I smeared her juices from her hole up to her clit. 

I didn't directly attacked her clit as I thought it would cause an immediate orgasm. I wanted to give Sarah a more prolonged and deeper release. I continued to rub up and down the outer and inner lips, pressing against her hood, but without any direct contact. She was writhing under my touch! 

Rocy's hands were still squeezing Sarah's breasts and tweaking her nipples. Every now and then when she pinched the nipples hard Sarah whispered "Oh, that's so good!" 

I pulled one hand away from her lips and clit and managed to reach her ass hole. Sarah's moaning and writhing increased in tempo. As she felt my finger gently slide its full length into her ass, she exclaimed loudly: "Ooooh, don't stop!" Now I made use of fingers from both my hands inside her two exposed holes. I played the holes and explored their depths. 

I rubbed the flesh that separate her vagina from the anus. I slipped another finger from each hand in each hole. She must had enjoyed it as she loudly exclaimed her satisfaction. With all the stimulation from nipple pinching to multiple fingers in her pussy and ass she began to lose control. She was twisting her body and turned her head back and forth. I could see that her eyes were tightly shut. Obviously she was approaching an explosion. 

Sarah must had felt it coming. Not just an orgasm, but waves thereof. The first spasm almost threw her off the bed if not Rocy had kept her down. Her hips bucked and her legs raised. Every muscle in her body seemed to be contracted and tightened. She let out a scream: "Ooooh, Aaaah, Nooo, Goooood!" 

I bent my head forward and put my lips and tongue to her clit. She absolutely lost her mind! She screamed and her body continued to move uncontrolled. My fingers still worked inside her body to keep her on this height as long as possible. My tongue continued to circle around the swollen clit. Finally I clamped my mouth on her clit and sucked it between my lips, flicked it with my tongue and nibbled it gently. Once again she exploded! Every muscle in her body tensed and she screamed of pleasure! 

Sarah's nice pussy made squishing sounds when I moved my hands between her thighs. Her muscles squeezed and tensed rhythmically. Her orgasm lasted for a minute at least. When I removed my hands and face from her body, both her pussy and ass hole continued to twitch and pulse. 

Her stretched and gaping holes slowly recent to their normal size. But I wanted to complete the session. I stood and my hard cock was ready to take over. Its head glistened of pre-cum. Sarah raised her head and looked down at me and gasped when she understood what I had in my mind. I stroke her clit once and then I pushed my way into her pussy. She was well lubricated as I filled her passage. 

Rocy had left the bed and was in full speed with her camera. 

Soon Sarah had a small orgasm when I pressed my cock deep inside and held it there. It sent her over the edge again. It was short but strong as her pussy tightened onto my thrusting flesh. Her vagina tensed and squeezed me. I was in heaven. My cock was gripped with such intensity that I felt it hard not to cum. 

Sarah's pussy flooded and each thrust brought a delicious sound. My cock already hard before entering her, but feeling her hot slippery flesh, seeing her small breasts bouncing with each movement and watching my cock engulfed by her juicy, shaven pussy made me completely unaware of Rocy's actions around us. 

Also Sarah was quite engaged and took no notice of her sister's impertinent interests of us. 

I heard Sarah shouting: "Thomas fuck me! Fuck me harder!! I want you deep inside me!" 

It urged me and I got hold onto her hips and banged into her. I bent her legs up towards her head such that I could get still closer to and deeper into her pussy. I felt how her pussy tightened and got grip on my shaft. I screamed loudly: "Oh, Sarah I have never ...!" My words disappeared in a deep groaning. 

I pounded my manhood into her harder and harder. My balls clutched against her ass. Her face gave me a clear evidence that she was near orgasm again. 

"Ohhhh... Yes...I'm cummmming!" she shouted. Her pussy squeezed my cock as never before. It began milking my own orgasm. 

"Whaaah, I'm to fill you!" I cried when I reached the end of the way. A huge lodge of semen was delivered inside her. Every thrust added another load as I exploded within her vagina. 

Sarah completed the sounds of happiness: "Youuuu Thomassssss!" 

Each of our orgasms brought off the other and prolonged the other ones in a perfect harmony. Eventually I slowly withdraw my cock and I saw my milky juice flowing from her spent hole. 

Completely exhausted we came to be laying beside each other in Rocy's bed. We looked astonished at Rocy where she stood taking one picture after the other of our nude, tired bodies. 

"That's the best models I ever have had," she established with due consideration, too busy looking at the camera to really look at us. 

- 

Today the beautiful photography of my young wife from the art exhibition adorns a wall in our bedroom.



Photo Assignment



As part of my art degree course I had to complete a portfolio of photographs which followed a theme. I had spent so long thinking about it that I was running out of time. The other day I came across some pictures by Frank Wallis on the Net. They were of nude and semi-nude women taken on the streets of New York. Most if not all were in public places. It was after seeing them that I decided that I wanted to try something similar. Unfortunately none of the models from college were interested. It was the end of the spring term by then so I went home for Easter. 

Over the break I told my elder sister Amy about my problem. She liked Wallis's photos as much as I did and told me she would ask her friends if they were interested. She went out on a girl's night out that night so I was hopeful that she would talk some one into posing. I waited up 'till one for her to get home.

Amy came in and slumped down beside me on the couch.

'Sorry Paul. I asked all my friends and even a few of their friends but no one was even a little bit interested. Sorry, I did try honest.'

I was shattered by the news her friends had been just about my last hope of finding a model.

'I wonder if mom would lend me the money to hire some one?' I was thinking out loud but in my heart I knew an agency model wouldn't look right.

'I'm sure something will turn up.' Amy said as she went off to bed. 

I sat alone on the couch and decided I would just have to find a different subject for my assignment. I was eating breakfast with mom the next morning when Amy came down, straight away she asked if I'd thought of advertising for a model in the paper. Mom asked why I needed a model and Amy came right out and told her and about Wallis and his pictures. I could have died, as we never mention anything like that at home.

To my surprise our mother was more than casually interested in what I was up to. She asked Amy to show her the pictures she had downloaded from the net. When she came back she asked me all sorts of questions about where I was going to take the pictures and what poses I would use. She more or less insisted that I show her my results. Which surprised me a lot as I had always considered her somewhat of a prude where sex and stuff like that was concerned.

Anyway they both agreed that it might be worth advertising in the local paper. Something like, 'Amateur photographer seeks amateur model.' While we were discussing that, mom asked if I had considered using an older woman, which I hadn't. She had a wide circle of friends and could ask around. I had nothing to loose so I asked her to try. She also rang in the add which went in that evenings paper.

I waited in that evening convinced that some one would call. But after three days I had to admit that no one would. Amy took me out for a drink that night. We walked to the pub and by ten we were both 'fairly merry.' We were winding our way slowly home when we had to sit on a bench to rest. I started moaning about how I couldn't get a model. Mom had struck out by then as well. I told her I couldn't think of another subject and I would surly fail my course. Amy in her drunken state sympathized with me and told me if she had the nerve she would help me out. It took several minutes for this to filter through to my sozzled brain but when it did the answer was clear as crystal. I told her that if she remembered in most of Wallis's shots the model's head was covered with her dress or she had her face turned away from the camera.

Amy listened to me explain this and started giggling to herself.

'You want to photograph me?'

'Why not. You've got a great little figure. Your tits could be bigger but you can't have everything.' She punched my arm in mock shock at what I said but didn't say anything at first.

'Do you mean that?'

'What?'

'That I look good enough to be a model?'

'Amy.' I said in a slurred way. 'You are easily as attractive as any model I've painted at college. Honest.'

We continued on our way home. Neither of us saying much. Once we were home I went straight to bed. Amy stopped by my door on the way to hers,

'Does it really mean that much to you, the photo's I mean?'

'Yeah.' I grunted 'I just can't think of anything else I fancy doing.'

'In the pictures you want, you won't see the models face?'

'No, the beauty of it is that it could be anyone in the picture. Why?'

She was coy for a moment before she said came further into my room.

'Well…if you really want some one to pose…I could do it for you, if you're sure I look good enough. And if no one will ever know it's me.'

'Are you sure you want to, you know pose. I mean you are my sister and all that. What if mom and dad found out?'

'They must never know. You can tell them it is some one who phoned from the paper. Besides you'd do the same for me wouldn't you?'

I would I suppose and I told her so. 

'That's settled then. You decide where and when and we'll see how we get on.'

Abruptly she got up and said goodnight. Leaving me wide-awake. I had been so busy looking for a model, now I had one I realised I hadn't thought of where to actually take the pictures. I fell asleep working on the problem and before I knew it, it was morning. Amy and dad had all ready left; mom did me some breakfast and sat at the table with me as I ate it.

'Any look on the model front?'

'Well a woman called yesterday while you were out. I'm meeting her today.'

'That sounds great, I hope she turns out all right.' Mom sounded a little subdued but I didn't really think much of it.

'Have you still got those pictures Amy showed me, from that bloke on the net?'

'Yes, why?' I asked beginning to get curious.

'Oh nothing, I just wanted to have another look at them, that's all.'

She tried to sound relaxed but I could see that she was up to something.

When I had finished eating, she took my plate away and after she had washed it she again asked me to show her the photos. She followed me to Amy's room and watched as I brought them up with Paint Shop Pro. Mom asked me to enlarge a couple of them and even commented on how nice they were. She was looking at one of my favorites, 'New York Railway' it's called, when she said,

'She could be anyone couldn't it.'

The next one she commented on was called 'Canal Street' A woman is bent over at the waist leaning into a car. Her bum and bare legs are on show.

'I could do that.' A simple statement but it sent a sock-wave through me as if I had been shot

'Cobbles' came up next, the model is walking away from the camera and is pulling her dress over her head.

'I could do that as well.' I wasn't so shocked this time but still couldn't speak.

The final one she looked at was called 'Manhattan'. 

'If she had a hat on, that could be anyone as well.' I finally found my voice after this comment.

'Mom are you saying you'd pose for shots like these?' I couldn't believe I was having this conversation with my mother.

'Paul, I know you think I'm a bit of a prude, but before I met your dad I was a bit wild. One thing I always wanted to be was a model. I used to dream of sitting for hours while some one painted me. If this woman doesn't pan out what do you say? If you want to get your pictures that bad I don't mine posing for them, after all no one will ever suspect it's me in the pictures will they?'

She had a point there no one would ever think for even a second that mom would do anything like that. But how could I take pictures of my mom showing her bum and pubes to me?

'It's a great idea mom…but I don't think I could, you know photograph you nude.'

'Who said anything about nude? Anyway I've seen the paintings you've done at college, you've done loads of nudes.'

'I know…but they weren't you were they.'

'I don't see why that should matter. I mean one body is much like another isn't it?'

'I know.' I said, knowing I was running out of arguments. 'I don't know if I can, with you.'

'Do you mean you don't want to even try?'

'I want to don't get me wrong I just don't think it's right.'

'Let me worry about that. Are you game then?'

I had run out of excuses and to tell you the truth the thought of seeing my mom nude was hitting a spot I had never even thought of before. Whether it was looking at the pictures on the computer or my mother speaking like she was about posing for me, but I had a hardon that was making it's presence known to me. I agreed to photograph her but told her I would see how the woman worked out today. She reluctantly agreed and went downstairs to do something or other. I went to the bathroom and shot a stream of sperm into the sink. Four strokes was all it took!

Amy rang at dinnertime and told me she had found the perfect place for a photo. She wouldn't tell me where it was but later when she got home she told me to get my camera ready and she'd take me there. She asked me what I wanted her to wear and asked her to show me what she had. In her room she pulled out several summer dresses, any of which would do. I selected a loose short one and left her to put it on. I was shacking already and we hadn't even started. A few minutes later she came into my room wearing the dress. Her small tits moved under the thin material of the dress, which reached to her mid thigh.

Before we went down stairs she put a coat on. We told mom Amy was driving me to meet the woman and left before she could ask any awkward questions. Amy drove us to the centre of town, parked her car and said it was only a hundred yards or so. We got out and walked towards the bank where she worked as a teller. 

'Here we are' she said. She handed me her coat and stood in front of the main door of the bank. Her hands were on her hips in a Peter Pan stance.

'Well get your camera ready, I'll change my mind in a minute.'

I pulled my camera out, adjusted it for the light and looked at her through the lens. I saw a twenty-year-old woman who looked stunning. 

'Ok.' I said, 'I'm ready'

I saw her through the viewfinder look all around us before she took hold of the bottom of her dress. My finger touched the shutter button as she started to raise it up. First her thighs came into view and then of all things her knickers. I had expected her to be nude under the dress but didn't say anything. The dress was quickly raised to cover her face when it had I took about five pictures of her exposed tits. As soon as I had taken the pictures she dropped the dress and we legged it back to the car. She drove away from the centre and didn't speak untill we were half way home.

'Well did you get the shot you wanted?'

'Yeah.... I only saw you though the viewfinder but you looked just fine to me. Do you fancy another?'

'I don't know; Ok, you suggest something.'

'What about some bum shots?'

'If you say so, where?'

'Pull in over there. We past an alley just now that will do.'

She pulled over and we walked back to the alley.

'Amy?' I asked her. 'For the bum shot could you take your knickers off. I mean I'll only see your bum.'

She thought about it but said she had thongs on and they wouldn't show much. The shot wouldn't look right with them on but I didn't say anything. I photographed her as she lifted her dress while walking away from me. As she had said they were hardly noticeable but I knew it wouldn't look right but what could I do? We headed for home after that. I had a small darkroom set up under the stairs where I developed the film and left it to dry. Amy had to go out and when we were alone mom asked me how I had got on with the woman. I told her I had taken some photos but wasn't too hopeful. 

I told her I had developed the film and was going to enlarge some shots in half an hour or so. Mom more or less insisted she watch me doing the blow-ups. What could I say so I agreed to let her watch me. As I got the chemicals ready she hovered around in the hallway. I couldn't put it off any longer so we started on the photos. I knew there was none of Amy's face but would mom recognize her dress and body? In the end she didn't and like me was disappointed that Amy had kept her knickers on in both locations. None of the pictures were what I was after. Mom knew it as well.

'They aren't what you wanted are they dear.'

'No. She had to be nude in all the right places, you know…'

'I know what you mean. So are you going to give me a try now?'

I was running out of options, besides, ever since she had offered, I had thought of little else but photographing her. I still couldn't help but be apprehensive about it. 

'Ok mom if you're sure you want to.'

'You bet, how about in the morning we have a go. I know just the place, it'll be quiet enough first thing.'

We left the pictures to dry and went to the kitchen.

'What will I tell Amy when she sees the photos?' I asked.

'Easy, just say another woman rang about the advert.' 

I was drinking a glass of coke as she said this and I nearly choked. I gave up trying to talk her out of it and started to look forward to the morning. So much so that I had to jerk off again when I had a shower. Amy got back later and had a look at the photos she seemed happy enough with them and I didn't have the heart to tell her they weren't what I was after. She just said she should have worn flashier knickers, but not none at all. 

The next day finally arrived. As soon as Amy and dad were out the door mom winked at me and said she was off to get changed. I all ready had my camera stuff ready so I sat at the breakfast table and finished my coffee. Mom came down five minutes later in a really nice summer dress. Her tits were only a little bigger than Amy's but they moved freely as she walked into the room.

'Mom you look great, how come you've never worn that dress before?'

'Simple, I only got it yesterday. And look.'

As I looked she turned and flashed her bum at me, sans any knickers! I only saw her arse for a second but it was long enough to know it looked perfect for the job in hand. I was speechless once more at what she had done. But moments later I said quietly to her,

'It's on thing flashing your bum in here, but will you do it outside for me as well?' 

'Don't you worry about that I'll pose anyway you want me too, and I mean any way. Ok I'm ready when you are.'

I picked up my bag and said I was all packed. She picked up her keys, slipped a coat on and we headed for the door. I didn't ask where we were headed but before long I guessed. There is a ruined abbey near where we live; we often walk there on summer's days. Like she said it was always quiet especially on weekday mornings. Ours was the only car in the small carpark and we walked into the ruin confident we would have the place to our selves. I watched my mom walking in front of me and found it hard to remember that all my life she had been such a prude. In a few moments time she was going to expose all of her body for me to photograph. She came to a stop in the complete doorway for which the abbey is famous. 

The setting was perfect; plenty of light and the smooth lines of a naked woman always look good against rough stone. I pulled out my camera and set up a tripod. I knew I would need it as my hands were shacking terribly. Mom was standing looking at me in exactly the same way as Amy had done last night. Just like Peter Pan. 

'Ok I'm ready, are you sure about this mom, I mean if you….' My voice trailed off at this point as I watched her lift up the hem of her dress to firstly reveal her smooth thighs then her neatly trimmed pubs came into view. The dress carried on raising and mom kept smiling. I was unable to move as I saw her flat stomach just ahead of her tits. At this point she covered her face with the dress. I just looked at her open mouthed.

'Paul,' she said 'Are you going to stare at me all morning or take my picture?'

'God mom, I'm sorry, it's just you're so beautiful. Hold still while I take a few pictures.'

I took some where I was and also some from closer. I told her she could loose the dress and once more her smiling face came into view. I asked her to stand nearer the doorframe and asked her to lift her dress once more. She did as I asked and this time I asked her to stand with her feet slightly apart. I wanted there to be a gap at the top of her legs. That little detail made all the difference and when I had got her arms into just the right position by lifting them for her I was completely happy with the pose. 

Being so close to my naked mother had the inevitable effect but I managed to over ride it by concentrating hard on what I was doing. Once I started to think of her as 'just' another model it became easier but not that much. We tried a few walking shots and a few more posed ones. We had been there at least an hour when as mom lowered her dress from in front of her face she saw an old man out walking his dog looking at her with his mouth wide open. Mom just said good morning and carried on with him watching! The poor man had the surprise of his life as she flashed her pubs at me. 

We left the ruin after that both of us were eager to see what the pictures would be like. I developed the films and we sat in the kitchen waiting for them to dry. Mom was still buzzing from what she had done and I suppose I was as well. She still only had the dress on and was completely at ease wearing it and nothing else. Whenever she leaned forward the dress drooped enough for me to see all of her tits. Although I had seen them at there best for most of the morning seeing them like that still grabbed my attention. Everytime. 

When the film was dry we squeezed into the dark room. It is cozy in there and our bodies often touched. As I had to reach across in front of her quite often I regularly felt her tits rub against my arm. She often placed her hand on my lower back as she leaned over me to watch me and I in turn put my hands on her hips as I looked over her shoulder. Our touching started to become more frequent as the session went on. Where my hand on her back had started around the middle of her back it was soon very near the top of her arse. She in turn was started to make very crude remarks about the pictures. Words like tits boobs ming and pussy were coming out of her mouth.

While we were both watching a print in the developer start to appear I noticed her absentmindedly scratch the top of her thigh. As I watched, her hand moved higher up her leg untill she was actually touching her pussy. I only watched out of the corner of my eye but what she was doing held me spell bound. In the end it was her saying she thought the print was ready that snapped me out of it. I transferred the print to the stop bath and then into the fixer. Mom continued to play with her pubes with her fingertips. 

It was too much for me I had had a hardon since shortly after we had gone in there and seeing her casually playing with herself made me forget she was my mother and I stood close behind her. I had my hands on her hips for a second before sliding them onto her tummy. She continued to play with her pubes although now I think she was working on her clit. Her breathing had become heavier and I moved my hands up to her tits they felt just terrific through the thin dress. As I squeezed them in my hands her whole body shuddered in a violent orgasm. When it subsided she seemed to come out of her trance. She turned towards me, said she needed some air and went outside.

Alone in the darkroom I looked at the prints we had already made. Everyone was perfect admittedly they weren't set in the town like I had first hoped but they were close to what I was after. As I studied the prints there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find Amy. She came in before I could say anything and saw the pictures of our mom drying. In none of them could mom's face be seen but that didn't stop me from thinking Amy might recognize her.