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Watching My Wife Ch. 01

By: cuckoldtony



My wife's first Christmas party with her new employers was looming and she was worried. It was fancy dress and the theme was vicars and tarts. She told me she didn't feel too comfortable dressing like a tart in front of people she had barely got to know yet, so I gallantly offered to go as a tart leaving her free to attend dressed as a vicar. That did it, she might feel a bit apprehensive about dressing slutty in front of her new workmates but having them think I was a tranny was apparently even worse. She left for work that morning still looking troubled, the party was a week away.

That night in bed she turned to me looking worried again, "My boss has been talking about nothing but the party all day."

"Well, I suppose he's looking forward to letting his hair down. Maybe he's had a tough year?" I suggested.

"Yeah maybe." She turned over leaving something unsaid, I know my wife and know when she's holding something back but I left it as I needed some sleep.

The next morning nothing was mentioned and we got on with our day, but the next night she turned to me again looking bothered. "He's been going on about it again all day" she said.

"Who? Your boss?" She nodded not looking at me. "What's he been saying that you're so bothered about?"

She took a few minutes to say anything and even then it was hesitant, "He keeps asking me what I'm going to wear and saying he hopes it's something short and sexy."

I felt my cock twitch under the covers and moved away from her hand slightly just in case she noticed, we'd had 'chats' about involving other guys which included everything from a quick feel to full blown sex, she'd told me that fantasies were fine but the real thing was a definite no-no.

"Well, he probably thinks you've got nice legs, what's wrong with that?"

"Nothing, but he's been saying I should leave you at home as well." I could hear she was getting a little angry now, so I tried to pacify the situation a bit.

"I'm sure he was only joking, maybe h..."

"No he wasn't!" she exclaimed and turned over away from me, thumping her pillow into the mattress as she lay back down. "Or maybe he was for the first couple of times, I lost count of the times he said it today."

So Mr Lenson fancied my wife did he? I readjusted myself a bit, my by now raging hard on had got a bit wrapped up in the sheets. God what I wouldn't give to see him on top of Mel, pumping his rock hard old cock up her tight cunt. Mr Lenson was a gruff, middle aged bear of a man, I'd only met him once but he'd made a big impression in a very short time. He had a large belly, large hands and a large personality. At sixty he was pretty active too, always taking part in madcap charity stunts like climbing mountains, jumping out of planes and cycling huge distances.

"Ok so he's a dirty old bugger who fancies you, so what? And who wouldn't?" All the while I was saying this my brain was in overdrive, picturing the dirty old sod on top of my wife, his huge hairy arse going up and down, up and down between her wide open thighs. Her mouth hanging open, her glazed eyes and flushed face as she clung onto his heaving body, the panting and moaning, the squeaking of the bed...I was snapped back to reality by my wife's voice.

"What?"

"Well, what I mean is that he's just looking forward to seeing some sexy younger women dressed up at the Christmas party for a change. His wife is about the same age as him isn't she? Yeah? And anyway, she'll be there so it's not as if he's going to try it on or anything, you'll probably have to give him a quick peck under the mistletoe."

She seemed to have calmed down so I tried "And it won't do your job prospects any harm if you do dress up a bit dirty for the old perv will it?" But that got me a punch in the stomach, which in turn led her to discovering my erection. Oops.

"Oh I see, you don't mind him perving over me do you? We've been through this before and I've told you I'm not going there."

I sighed deflated in more ways than one I turned over to get some sleep wondering if we'd even go to the party now.

But go to the party we did, it wasn't mentioned again until the day before when it came time to sort out our costumes. My wife came into the living room while I was watching TV "What do you think?" she asked.

I turned to look at her, wondering what she was talking about and my jaw nearly hit the floor. "Erm wow" I said.

She smiled, "Do you think it's too revealing?" She was wearing her eight inch high heels, fishnet suspenders and a little maid's uniform I'd bought online for her a few years back and that had barely been used. She looked a bit wobbly on her heels and I guessed she'd had a few drinks while trying on her outfit.

"No it looks great" I tried to hide my excitement at the outfit, Mr Lenson was going to get a right eyeful at the party and I intended to stand back and watch while he did. Mel just smiled and tottered back out and upstairs to change. I was hard as a rock all evening at the thought of her boss seeing her in that outfit and we had a really good shag that night.

"I'll have to start wearing that outfit to work if the thought of my boss eyeing me up is going to have that effect on you" Mel cooed.

"I think he might take that as a signal to get a bit more 'hands on' with his staff don't you?" I laughed. My wife just giggled. "You know you're going to get your arse pinched in that outfit don't you?" I warned her. You might wonder why, but I didn't want to be in the middle of a fight at my wife's Christmas party when she'd reacted badly to some pissed up guy grabbing her arse, so I thought I'd test the water first and make sure she was ok with it.

"Like you say, it won't do my job prospects any harm will it?" With that she laughed, turned over and went to sleep, leaving me wondering at her apparent change of heart.

The night of the party finally arrived. I got one last glimpse of my wife's sexy outfit as she buttoned up her long winter coat. Or tried to. In the end I had to do it, she'd obviously been building up her courage with my whiskey while she was getting ready. The taxi ride was silent, I guess we were both nervous. At least I know I was, the anticipation, the hope of seeing my wife's arse caressed by strange hands...my mind was wandering again. I was interrupted in my reverie by our arrival at the party.

I paid the driver while my wife went inside where it was warm. Getting impatient waiting for the change I told him just to keep the tip in the end even though it was far too large, I guess that's what he'd planned for. Hopping out of the cab I took in my surroundings, to my untrained eye it looked like a bloody huge mansion, so this is where her boss lives. Wow.

Inside it was just as spectacular, I couldn't see my wife anywhere so dropped off my coat grabbed a drink and went off in search. It didn't take too long to find her she was standing next to Mr Lenson -- just another vicar in a room full of vicars like me. He had his arm round my wife's waist and was talking and laughing with a number of other men of about the same age and bearing. Mel was drinking quickly and she was almost at the end of her second drink by the time I reached them.

My wife certainly stood out. The party was full of young to middle aged women in varying degrees of tarty dress. The amount of thigh and cleavage on show was enough to make any man adjust his pants in a hurry. But my wife's outfit won the slutty prize hands down, it was no wonder she was downing the drinks.

"I'm thinking of making this the new office uniform!" Mr Lenson bellowed, pulling my wife closer into his ample frame. His friends laughed along as they ogled her barely concealed breasts and upper thighs, she just giggled like a silly schoolgirl and started on her third drink in quick succession.

"Ah you must be Mel's husband!" I turned around and was faced by a middle aged French courtesan. "I'm Hugh's wife, Mary". I must have looked blank, because she went on "Mr Lenson. Of course your wife has only been with him a short time hasn't she? We're not on first name terms yet. Come and get a drink and tell me all about yourself." She took my arm and guided me away from my wife and the group of perving old men and towards the bar.

We talked for what seemed like ages but was in fact only about ten minutes and she did seem genuinely interested in me. That is until one of the waiters gave her an urgent message and then she seemed distracted and got my name wrong as she assured me she'd be back shortly. I took the opportunity to get another drink and went to see how my wife was getting on.

Her group had moved and I looked around a little lost until I heard Mr Lenson's bellowing laugh from another room. I quickly made my way over there and found a smaller and somewhat quieter room, where much the same group as before were all stood around Mr Lenson engaged in conversation. Then I noticed my wife and realised my prayers had been answered at least in part. She stood close to Lenson still, another drink in her hand but instead of his arm being around her waist, it had moved south and now his huge hairy hand was underneath my wife's maid's uniform and was gently caressing her arse though her lacy black knickers.

I stepped back into the shadows so as not to disturb this erotic scene and quickly went off to grab a more substantial drink so I could take my time and enjoy the show. When I got back I felt a sudden shock like a jolt of electricity as I saw Mr Lensons hand was now inside my wife's knickers. He had obviously pulled the waistband out and slipped his hand down between her buttocks and I could see the outline of his large fat fingers now moving rhythmically between her legs. Mel still had hold of her drink, but by now her arm was as far around her boss's copious waist as she could get it and her head was resting on his shoulder. She was obviously enjoying being felt up by her old boss as I could see her subtly pushing her arse back into his hand.

The old rogue's friends weren't oblivious either, I saw some of them laugh to each other and nod towards Mr Lensons hand in Mel's knickers. One or two of them were sharing a joke with my wife as well and went as far as to pop an ice cube down her cleavage while they were laughing. She squealed, "You'll have to get it back out for her now!" the old man guffawed and I stood spellbound as one of his friends, a large grey haired chap stepped forward and slipped his hand straight down her top. She was laughing and squirming as he did it but was in no way fighting him off. I looked down briefly at something that had caught my eye...and saw the ice cube was now on the floor between my wife's feet, but Mr Lenson's fat friend continued his 'search' around my wife's breasts, now quite clearly fondling them beneath her skimpy outfit.

I looked back down to where Mr Lenson was groping my wife and saw the bulge of his hand in the back of her knickers now moving rhythmically and quite quickly, Mel wasn't laughing now she was holding onto her boss, her head back on his shoulder. The room had now gone very quiet, the only noise was my wife's gasps which were increasing in volume as her fingering and breast groping continued. Just then something else caught my eye and with a struggle looked past the scene before me and at something in the background.

With a shock I realised it was a mirror and in one corner I could see the bearded face of Mr Lenson, looking directly at me and smiling as he fingered my drunken wife. It wasn't an eye smile, it was a genuine cold eyed shark smile, he had my young wife just where he wanted her and he knew I wouldn't stop him.

A quick word from Mr Lenson and his friend reluctantly withdrew his hand from Mel's tits giving them one last squeeze on the way past as the old man guided my wife through his circle of friends and out via a door in the far wall, his hand still in her knickers. I sensed that if I just barged straight in and tried to follow them that I'd be stopped by his friends so I bided my time and got myself another drink. By the time I'd sidled past the drunken group of men without them batting so much as an eyelid, about 10 minutes had passed by and I just hoped I hadn't missed anything.

At first I couldn't find them and got a bit lost in the maze of corridors and stairs, but then I heard a stifled moan from the end of one of the corridors and headed towards it as quietly as I could.

The door had swung slightly ajar and I found myself looking into a storeroom of some kind. There was a table against the wall, my wife was bent over it face first, her short dress pulled up over her arse and her knickers around her ankles. Meanwhile Mr Lenson was behind her, trousers down and one hand over her mouth stifling her moans, the other gripping her hip as he pounded his stiff old cock into her from behind. They'd obviously been going at it for a good few minutes as he was very red in the face and breathing heavily, his breath hissing from between clenched teeth. I watched breathless for a few moments, listening to the grunts and the sound of his skin slapping against my wife's backside as he did her, my cock was now unbearably stiff.

"Fuck yes, you little slut" the old man cried out, he pulled my wife upright burying his face in her hair as he drove his cock deep into her once, twice and then finally a third time and held it there deep. Her stifled moans became louder as he shuddered and emptied himself inside my wife, his buttocks clenching and unclenching as spurt after spurt of his spunk filled her ravaged cunt.

Finally Mr Lenson's hand dropped from my wife's mouth and breathing heavily she leant on the table for support. "Oh God I've never cum so much," she gasped "I can barely stand up."

Mr Lenson pulled up his pants and tidied himself up before brushing the hair away from my wife's neck and kissing it deeply. "Next time I'll really make you cum you dirty little tart" he laughed as he nuzzled her and slid his hand over her naked breast.

My wife put her hand over his and pressed it into her flesh as the old man continued to lick and suck at her neck. "Mmmm" she moaned, her eyes closed obviously enjoying the feel of his rough old hands on her smooth skin.

I left them like this and slipped back to the bar before I was discovered, the party was still in full swing and no-one seemed to notice that I'd been absent, although Mary Lenson did give me a very strange smile and a wink. I took it from her expression that she knew all about her husband and my wife or at least his intentions. Rich folk huh?

A little while later Mr Lenson and my wife reappeared. They both looked as fresh as a daisy, drink in hand as they strolled over to where I was standing at the bar. I looked down and saw that his hand was on my wife's arse again but for the moment outside her knickers, I wondered how long that would last.

"Hugh said we can stay the night, there's no need to get a taxi. Isn't that kind?" my wife giggled drunkenly as she clung onto her boss.

Mr Lenson ordered a round of drinks and passed one to me, "Thank you so much for coming dear boy. Bottoms up!" My wife giggled as Lenson gulped his drink back, his steely eyes never leaving mine. I sipped at mine nervously as he thumped his glass down on the bar and took his leave. "I must introduce your little wife to some more of my friends, she'll need to get to know them a lot better if she's going to be my new PA!"

My head was spinning now, "Oh I forgot to tell you..." was all my wife could manage before she was whisked away once more by her boss, his hand openly groping her arse once more. I decided to follow but kept a discreet distance.

It seemed that everyone left at the party knew what was going on. One or two looked embarrassed for me, but the rest just looked at me either in scorn or with a slight smirk. There was no sign of Mr Lenson's wife.

They stopped at a closed door, which was evidently locked as well as Mr Lenson took a key from his pocket and quickly unlocked it. From what I only briefly saw the room was semi dark and smoky, shadowy figures were lit by what I imagined to be a large video screen just out of sight on one side of the room. I heard a woman moaning several times before Mr Lenson ushered my wife inside patting her on the bottom as he did so and slipped in behind her. The door closed and I heard him lock it behind them.

During the evening I had nothing else to do but watch wait and drink, a few more couples entered the room, usually older men with younger women in various states of undress. Every time the door opened I tried to see more but failed, hearing just a few more moans. I could only imagine what Mr Lenson or in fact any of the other men were doing to my wife in that dark room.

By three or four in the morning the party had wound down and people were either leaving or climbing up to bed. I'd managed to rescue a couple of bottles of champagne and was slouched over a sofa drinking steadily waiting for the door to open. When it did a man I didn't recognise staggered out and dashed towards the toilets retching, he'd left the door open so I got up and nervously moved towards it.

The room was empty, there was another door in the far wall which I opened to find yet another corridor and silence. Going back into the room I saw that I had been right, there was a huge screen on one wall and a DVD player set into the wall beneath it, the rest of the room seemed to be filled with armchairs, floor cushions and empty champagne bottles. I hit play and sat back to watch, the film menu came on and I saw it was a collection of GGG titles, I selected 'Sperma whores' and watched a young girl get covered in cum whilst fucked repeatedly by a roomful of men.

I loved this kind of porn but was sure that my wife would never want to watch it...then I looked down and saw something dark on the floor. The light from the screen lit up her discarded knickers. I picked them up and noticed that they were soaking. Looking at them closer I could see the spunk stains all over them, I looked down to where I had found them and saw more huge wet stains on the floor, there was cum everywhere and it looked like my wife had been the centre of attention, 'getting to know' Mr Lenson's business associates I suppose.

I didn't expect I'd be seeing my wife again that night so I took her knickers and my bottles of champagne off to a quiet corner. The crotch of her knickers stank of sex and spunk, I greedily licked it of the material and swallowed as much of the cold gooey cum as I could while I wanked myself frantically, finally spurting into her dirty knickers and eventually falling happily into a booze fuelled dream.

Watching My Wife Ch. 02



We spoke to Steve to confirm that we would be coming back to the studio for the promotional shoot, and agreed that we would again make it a weekend, so that it didn't take up his studio time during the week. It also meant that I could go along with Anna and hopefully watch her getting a little more attention from Steve's crew.

He told us that he would need to shoot a range of material, covering all aspects, clothed through to nude, and suggested that Anna should bring a business suit, a full set of matching underwear, including suspender belt, and stockings, a bikini and a babydoll.

We arrived at the studio at 10am as agreed, to be greeted by Steve, Carl and John who were there too.

Steve asked to see the clothing we had brought with us, and then sent her away with Carl and John to have her hair and make-up done. 

Steve asked if I wanted to watch as Anna was prepared for the shoot, and I tried to stay calm and collected as I said yes. Steve switched the CCTV on so that I had full view of the changing room, and I watched as Anna, Carl and John entered the room. The room was rigged with four cameras so I could see from all angles at the same time, and listen in too. Carl suggested that Anna strip off before he started on her make-up. She was a little surprised at this request and asked why this was necessary, Carl explained that as they would be shooting full nude shots, she would need a base foundation all over before she got dressed in her lingerie.

Anna accepted this, and started to strip out of her clothes, Carl and John didn't take much notice of my beautiful wife stripping off in front of them, and they merely continued getting everything ready. Once she was nude, Anna sat in the chair while John touched up her hair, and Carl got started on the foundation, starting on her arms and shoulders. 

Once John had finished with her hair, he started to help Carl with the foundation, starting with her feet, and working up her legs. By this time Carl had completed her arms and shoulders, and suggested it would be easier to do the rest if Anna stood up. She just stood there with her legs apart as John knelt in front of her working up her legs with the foundation cream. His face was just at pussy height, and he must have had a wonderful close up view of Anna's pussy. Meanwhile Carl was working down her back and sides. 

Then, almost in unison, I saw Carl's hand slip under her arms working foundation into her stomach, while John's hands moved round to cup her buttocks and gently massage in the foundation.

As Carl's hands moved slowly upwards towards her breasts Steve interrupted my thought pattern by asking me if I was enjoying watching my wife being fondled by two men. What could I say, he was obviously aware that I was, so I admitted it. By now the screen showed Carl's hands gently massaging Anna's lovely little breasts, and by the look on her face she was enjoying it too. John hand got to grips with her bottom, and was now working on her lower stomach and inner thighs. The camera angle wasn't fantastic, but it would be reasonable to assume that as he applied the cream to her inner thigh he must have made contact with her pussy lips. 

I couldn't say for certain, but I'm sure I saw her flinch just a little when he made contact with her clit.

Steve then asked the 64 million-dollar question – how far would I like to see my wife go? I thought about it for a while as we watched the two men put the finishing touches to her make up. Anna the started to dress for the first set of the shoot, putting on her stockings and suspenders, bra, knickers, blouse and skirt. 

"As far as you can get her to go" I replied with a shaky voice "with one condition, I get to watch it all, and get a copy of absolutely every picture".

"Deal" said Steve.

Once Anna had finished dressing, we all decamped to the studio for the first set. This was to be a sensual striptease. Anna sat on the sofa, and followed Steve's instructions very carefully as he directed her to turn this way and that, lifting her leg to expose a little stocking top, before letting them drift apart to expose her skimpy knickers to the prying camera.

I have to say watching my wife as she slowly stripped to order in front of three other men was having the desired effect on me. By the time Steve had Anna unbutton her blouse to expose her pert little breasts encaptured in the see through bra, I had a raging hard on.

Anna slipped the blouse off, and leant forward over the sofa, wife the skirt pulled up to expose her knicker clad bottom. The Steve had her stand and slowly push the skirt down over her hips and let it fall to the floor. All the time he is shooting away with the camera capturing every second of her striptease, and every inch of her body.

He asked her to slip her hand inside her bra and cup her breast, and then slowly pull the cup aside to expose her nipple – it was very warm in the studio, so the fact that her nipple was rock hard showed that she was probably as turned on as I was. She reached behind her to unclasp the bra and slipped it down her arms, bringing both of her breasts into view, before peeling her knickers down to expose her beautiful pussy to us all.

So clad in just her stockings and suspenders, which I personally find the most erotic of sight, Steve had her pose for the camera in various positions, exposing her pussy fully to us and the camera. For the final sequence he had her face away from us with her legs apart, and slowly bend over until she was looking straight back at the camera through her legs – this position really opened up her pussy for us all to see.

Anna disappeared back into the dressing room to slip her bikini on, and returned a couple of minutes later ready for the next set. 

Steve announced that this set would be a couple sunbathing – Anna was shaken. "I never expected to be with someone else," she said nervously. But Steve calmly explained that professional models would be expected to work with other models all the time, so he needed to promotional material showing this. He added that as this was just for promotional material the other person in the shoot would be Carl. 

"That's not so bad then," said Anna "He's already seen me naked, and helped with the make-up so it won't be quite so strange". At that point Carl came out of the dressing room wearing just a pair of swim shorts, and he did have a very toned body on show.

So we moved to the second set, where there were two towels laid out on a bed of sand. "Lets start with the two of you laid on the towels" said Steve. He posed them in various positions, you know the type of thing you'd see in beachwear catalogues, before moving them closer together getting Anna to lay her head on Carl's chest. Then he had them cuddling and messing around, ending with Anna on her back and Carl sitting astride her

"Ok" said Steve, "lets have some topless shots now", so Anna knelt up and reached behind her to unfasten the top. "No" Steve said "Remember you're supposed to be a loving couple on the beach, Carl should do that." So Carl knelt up behind her and unfastened her bikini leaving it hanging loose over her breast, then he reached around her and cupping both breasts slowly pushed the bikini top up and over her head.

Steve than had them lay down on the sand again, but this time Carl was snuggled close up behind her, with his arm wrapped around her, cupping her left breast, leaving the right breast exposed. 

"Let's add a little suntan lotion now," said Steve, throwing a bottle over for Carl to catch. "We'll have Anna putting it on Carl first". So Carl laid face down and Anna knelt beside him gently massaging the suntan lotion into his back and shoulders, as she moved slowly down his back Steve told her not to forget to rub the cream under the edges of his swim suit. She worked her way down his back, and legs before Carl turned over to lie on his back. You could see clearly that he had enjoyed Anna's touch, as the bulge in his swimsuit had become far more pronounced. 

Anna started at his feet, and slowly worked her way up his legs edging closer to his balls, and as she rubbed the cream into his inner thighs you could see his balls moving as her hand rubbed them up and down. She carefully pushed a little cream under the edge of his suit as she worked over his stomach and up towards his chest. "Lets have you sitting astride him while you lotion his chest" said Steve.

Anna complied with the request, sitting astride Carl, now the only thing between her pussy and his rock hard disk was two swimsuits. She must have been able to feel him rubbing up her pussy as she massaged his chest.

Once she had finished, Carl had her lay face down while he started to rub suntan lotion all over her arms and back. He didn't need asking to cream under her suit though, as he worked down her back he just slipped his hands under the bikini bottom, and massaged my wife's cute little arse. Then he worked his way down the back of her legs before turning her over.

Again he started at her feet, and worked his way up her legs, paying plenty of attention to the top of her thighs, and again you could see the material of her bikini moving under the pressure of his hands as he creamed the inside of her thighs. 

Then he sat astride her, and squirted a line of lotion right across her breasts before gently massaging the cream over her lovely little tits, paying particular attention to her nipples. My raging hard on was fit to burst at this point. This was getting better by the minute as far as I was concerned. I really loved watching the guys applying the foundation, but this massage of her breasts was far more sexual and open than the quick touches earlier and at the first session.

Then he slid down her legs a bit, and slowly worked his hands down her stomach towards her bikini bottoms. When he reached them his he just carried on, pushing the bikini bottoms down a little with his hands until he was massaging the cream into the top of her pussy hair.

"Now, don't forget you're supposed to be a loving couple on the beach" said Steve, "So let's see a little messing around." I'm not sure that Anna understood what Steve meant, but Carl obviously did, because he just leant forward and softly kissed Anna smack on the lips. You could see she was a little surprised, but undeterred, Carl continued to lightly kiss her cheek before nibbling on her ear.

Now little did he know, but he had hit upon her weak spot – there was nothing that I knew that would turn her on more than having hr lobes kissed and nibbled. I saw her head just tilt back a little in that tell tale way, I knew she was now putty in his hands, and I think Carl knew that too. He stretched his legs back, so he was now laying on top of her, and she let her legs drift apart a little so he slipped down between them. His dick must have been rubbing up her pussy as he stretched forward squashing her breasts into his chest and continued to nibble her ear lobes. 

Anna's arms came up around his back and reached down to his bottom, over his swimsuit, and gently pulling him in towards her obviously lost in the heat of passion.

Steve made a little gesture towards Carl, who slid his hand back down to Anna's breast, and lifting his chest just a little he started to gently tease her nipple with his fingers, while working back to her mouth with his lips. The he rolled them both over so that Anna was sat astride him, still with her bikini clad pussy directly over his now rock hard dick, and then he sat up, which put Anna's breast almost level with his face and in the one movement he had her breast in his mouth sucking away. Anna was siting there, with her head hanging back, her eyes closed, completely gone with the moment. I don't even think she was fully aware of where she was or the fact that she was being seduced on camera.

When he drew his mouth back off her breast I swear her nipple was longer and harder than I had ever seen it before. He flicked it with his tongue before switching to the other breast. While he was keeping my wife mesmerised with his breast sucking, his hands slid slowly down her back to her bottom, but this time he slid them inside her bikini bottoms so he was gripping her firm but tender cheeks and gently rocking her on the tip of his dick.

When he slipped his hands in the back of her bikini he left his thumbs outside – a strange thing I thought at the time, but then I realised that every time he rocked her gently forward he was easing his hands deeper into the bikini bottom, and with his thumbs hooked over the waistband her bottom was slowly being exposed.

Another gesture from Steve and Carl rolled over again, so they were laying face to face with Anna's now half uncovered bottom towards the camera, and his hands went right underneath her buttocks, exposing almost all of her bottom before he rolled her back onto hr back and lay alongside her. Now I could see that the slow and gentle pushing down of her bikini had uncovered about half of her pussy hair, and Carl's hand ran back up her body to her breast so he was sucking on one nipple while rolling the other between his fingers. 

He then went back to nibbling her ear and gently massaging her breast. Again Anna's body tensed as she reacted to her ear being nibbled, and Carl read this sign so well. I watched as his hand left her breast and glided down to her half-mast bikini bottom and into the mass of her pubic hair. His hand slipped quietly out of view, but again the thumb was hooked over the waistband. His fingers must have been touched her pussy lips as her legs twitched the way a woman's legs do when a new man finds her honey pot for the first time.

Her legs drifted apart and his hand slipped between them, pushing the front of her bikini down as it went.

There was going to be no stopping her now, Anna was turned on and purring. I was rock hard and leaking pre cum like crazy. 

Carl moved to kneel between her legs and pulled her up so she was kneeling in front of him. Her bikini was hardly covering anything by now, and he pulled her close kissing her and crushing her beasts into his chest again. His arms drifted slowly down her back until his hands were resting on her bikini, and then leaning back just a little he stared straight into her eyes as he eased her bikini bottom down to her knee's. Anna then stood up and let him pull them right down to the floor and over her feet. 

This left Anna standing and Carl kneeling with his head at pussy height. He reached behind her and grabbing hold of her beautiful bottom gently pulled her pussy into his face, kissing and nibbling at her pussy lips. 

I almost shot my load there and then. This was far more exciting than I ever imagined it could be. Sitting there in a photographic studio watching my now naked wife being licked and sucked by a virtual stranger, not only in front of me, but also in front of two other men and a camera. If you haven't tried it, you should.

Carl slowly stood up; kissing her stomach all the way up as he did so, and when he was standing he gently pushed her down. Anna responded by kissing his chest and stomach as she moved to kneel before him. 

Once she was kneeling, his dick was level with her head, but still encased in his swimsuit. Anna gently kissed his dick through the suit before sliding her fingers into the edges of the suit and slowly pulling it down. Carl's dick was soon peaking out over the top of his suit, and Anna's mouth and tongue were straight on it licking and nibbling gently away as she slowly exposed him fully. She pulled his suit right down and off, and placing one hand around his rock hard shaft slowly pulled it down and into her waiting lips. 

I had never seen my wife looking so turned on as she was right now. I had never seen my wife with another man's dick in her hand. I had never really imagined I ever would. I certainly hadn't imagined I would be so fascinated and so extraordinarily horny at the sight of it. 

Carl's dick looked about average size, I wasn't about to measure it, but Anna had her lips wrapped around it and her hands were now firmly gripping his arse cheeks, holding him firm and steady as she started to give him a blow job.

Carl stood there with his eyes closed, and his hands in her hair, just enjoying it as Anna's head bobbed up and down his dick. After a couple of minutes of just basking in the pleasure of her sucking he slowly began to take control of the situation, tightening hi grip on her hair he started to thrust forward gently on her downward stroke, adding a little more thrust each time. His balls were slapping up her chin every time he sank his dick fully in her mouth. Her cheeks bulged from time to time when he thrust slightly sideways instead of straight into her mouth and throat.

He was beginning to fuck her face and Anna was enjoying it. Every few strokes he would pull his dick right back, almost popping out of her eager lips before plunging right back down until his balls rested on her chin and her lips were touching his stomach. His thrusting increased in pace, and I knew he was getting ready to fill her mouth his cum. Anna must have known as well, but she continued to grip his arse cheeks rocking her head back and forth in unison with his now frantic thrusting.

I couldn't take my eyes of the scene in front of me. There was my prim and proper wife, who a few weeks ago wouldn't have considered kissing another man eager sucking on the dick of someone he had only met twice, and with a photographer capturing the event forever. Carl's muscle began to tense as he approached the point of no return, and he thrust harder and harder into Anna's waiting mouth, then he pulled out completely and blew a massive dollop of creamy with cum all over her face and in her hair. Spurt after spurt of young mans cum hitting my smiling wife in the face. I can't say I'm an expert on men's cum, but it looked like one hell of a load to me. Once his last jet had arced over her face he slipped his still hard, but messy dick back between her lips. 

His cum was dripping off Anna's face and slowly running down over her breasts and nipples.

"That's a wrap," said Steve calmly putting his camera down. "That was an amazing scene" he said "are you sure you haven't done this type of thing before?" he asked my wife. She let Carl's dick slip from between her lips, and just looked up at him sheepishly, with cum plastered in her hair, over her cheeks, and running down her breasts.

"Never" she replied "but it was fun".

"Well you'd better go get cleaned up" said Steve "and I think we'll stop there for now."

Anna seemed a little disappointed with the last sentence – I think she was ready for more if you know what I mean. But she and Carl headed of to the dressing rooms, while I went back into the office with Steve.

He asked me how I felt; now I'd watched my wife in action with another man, so I told him. Horny as hell. I had really enjoyed it, and it was evident that she had too. Then he asked if I still stood by what I had said earlier - "As far as you can get her to go" – so I asked him why. 

"Well it's simple" he said "today we got her to give a young man a blow job and take a face full of cum without even breaking a sweat. If you still stand by your statement, bring her back next weekend and we'll get her laid properly"

"I'll see what I can do" I replied.

Anna joined us a couple of minutes later, as Steve was burning the CD of the shoot that he gave us.

"I've got to run these past some people but I'm confident that I can secure some paid work for you if you want it" he said to Anna "So you interested?" he asked.

Anna nodded her head and said we'd ring in the week to find out how things were. Then we left.

Once we were in the car on the way home Anna asked me how I felt about what had happened, and so I told her how turned on I had been watching her getting slowly seduced by Carl. She reached her hand across and unzipped my trousers, to release my still rampant dick before leaning across and slipping my dick in where Carl's had been a little earlier. 




Watching My Wife Ch. 02



Janice was waiting at the outside café when Earl arrived. They kissed and Earl hugged and kissed her several times before settling down at the table. They ordered lunch at talked about the old days and the many changes that occurred in their lives the past eighteen months.

They talked about moving back together and started to plan how Earl would make the transition with his business. Clyde wasn't immediately brought up in any subject. Earl was avoiding what took place the night before and Janice didn't know that Clyde was his business partner.

They were holding hands and Earl went as far as stretching her arm out to be able to kiss her hand while they ate. They looked like they were dating again rather then two married people that had been separated for eighteen months.

Earl told Janice that he had considered opening an office in the Tampa Bay area for the past few months but wanted his partner in a position to be able to handle the Miami office. 

"Who is your partner and when do I get to meet him or her?"

Earl hesitantly told her. "You already have met him. It's Clyde."

Earl kept talking about moving back home but he could clearly see that something was bothering Janice.

"What's wrong, Janice? Are you worried about Clyde? Don't worry about him I understand that I wasn't there for you in the past but things are going to be different now."

Janice was still kind of quite as she wiped her mouth and took a sip of her drink. She took Earl's hand and rubbed his fingers as she looked into his eyes.

"Doesn't it bother you with what you saw happen last night?"

"I understand what you were going through and don't blame you for this at all. You were lonely and Clyde somehow came along and it happened."

Janice held his hand tight and still had a lot of concerns. "I was supposed to go out with Clyde tonight at the club again. I'll have to give him a call and tell him I can't make it."

Earl rubbed her hand and played with her empty ring finger. He didn't want anything to jeopardize his relationship with Clyde. How was he going to explain to him that Janice was his wife? He might be so embarrassed that he'd want to give up the partnership. "Why don't you wait and let me figure out the best way to handle this situation. I wouldn't want Clyde to get pissed off with me and somehow back out of our partnership."

"Wouldn't it be better if e found out t truth now?"

Earl stroked her hand feeling the smooth texture of her skin as he thought about what to say. "Think how embarrassing he would be to find out he was screwing my wife in the next room."

Janice's cell phone rang as Earl let go of her hand. He watched her pickup the phone and flipped it open.

"Hi. How are you feeling this morning?"

Janice motioned to Earl that it was Clyde on the phone.

"Yes, I know we have a date tonight."

Earl was waiving his hand and trying to get her not to break the date.

"Listen. Can I call you back in a few minutes? I have a real estate client holding on the line. I'll talk to you in a few."

Janice closed the phone. "What did you want me to say to him? I didn't think you would want me to see him again."

Earl nervously replied. "I didn't want him to get suspicious and find out what was going on himself."

"What are you suggesting that I do?"

Earl's mind was working hard to come up with a solution until he blurted out. "Why don't you call him back and tell him you'll meet him tonight at the club."

"Don't you realize what's on Clyde's mind, Earl? He's going to want to take me up to his room again and I'm sure not going to allow myself to get that drunk again to allow me to get fucked while my husband is in the next room."

"That's my point, Janice. You meet Clyde at the club and limit your drinks and just have a little fun and kind of mention that you decided that you and your husband were getting back together."

Janice was skeptical about Earl's idea to meet Clyde tonight but sighed and picked up her cell phone and dialed Clyde's number.

"Sorry I had to hang up so abruptly, I had a client on the phone. Why don't we make it around seven and I'll met you on the far end of the dance floor where we sat last night."

Earl waited and listened as Janice told Clyde she'd see him at the club. They finished lunch and walked out near the water next to the marina holding hands. Earl walked into the marina area and onto a long dock where there was luxury yachts' tied in a row.

"Why don't we go back to your room and kill a little time this afternoon, Janice?"

"I'd love to but I have two girl friends sharing our room and I'm afraid they'll just be hanging around."

"I have an idea."

Earl pulled Janice along the long dock by the hand as she tried to keep up with him in her heels. Earl smiled as Janice giggled like a couple high school kids getting ready to do something crazy.

Earl stepped on a yacht and turned back around and held out both hands to Janice to get her on the boat.

"What are you doing, Earl? We're going to get caught if somebody finds us here."

Earl helped her aboard and quickly turned around and dug into a holding area along the edge of the large craft and pulled out a key.

"I have a friend that owns this boat and told me that I could come aboard anytime I needed a little place to get away."

Earl quickly unlocked the cabin door and pulled his wife into the boat. The electricity was plugged into the dock so the air conditioner was on and the cabin was cool.

Earl pulled Janice into his arms as her purse fell to the floor while she wrapped her arms around her husband's neck. Earl began pulling her dainty dress over her head leaving her wearing only her thong and high heels.

Earl got down on his knees and began kissing her tummy then hooking his fingers into the tiny material of her thong and lowered it down past her full hips. 

"That's it, honey. I've missed you so much!"

Earl kept kissing her soft skin as he moved his head from each of her thighs then centered his head back over her tummy and slowly worked his tongue down until it torched her bald pussy mound.

Janice put her hands on the back of Earl's head and leaned back as she pushed her pussy mound into his face. She moaned as Earl licked between her slit and pushed his tongue as deep as he could until he wanted more and gently pushed her back until she landed on the sofa behind them and fell back onto the cushion.

Earl quickly took his shirt off and let his pants fall to the floor while Janice played with her pussy. Earl kicked off his shoes and kneeled back down on the floor hoisting Janice's legs high into the air as he dug his face between her thighs.

Earl began licking and eating her pussy like a wild man who hadn't screwed in months. It was a true fact except for the short time they spent last night while Clyde slept in the next room.

Janice moved her hips around on the cushion as she tightly held onto Earl's head. Her fingers played with his hair as she felt his tongue probing her pussy. She gently pulled on his hair as his tongue flickered across her clit making her moan out loud.

Earl's eyes were starring up at his wife's face as he licked her pussy. He reached up and grabbed her huge breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze.

His mind was thinking back to when he saw her with Clyde's thick black cock stuffed inside it. He had a vision in his head of how her pussy lips had been stretched out like a rubber band as it held onto Clyde's cock last night.

It excited him more then ever thinking about his wife fucking a black man. It didn't matter that he knew the man that screwed her. It just aroused him with the thought that another man felt the pleasure of her pussy last night.

Earl's mind began to wonder about how many times Clyde's cock had been inside Janice these past few months. He thought about what Clyde had told him about Janice shaving her pussy especially for their meeting tonight.

He had that vision of her tits swaying while Clyde screwed her doggie fashion last night. Earl never imagined how much he would be excited watching his wife with another man. Maybe it was the fact that Clyde was black.

Janice squirmed around on the sofa as rested her legs on Earl's shoulders Earl worked his tongue as deep as he could as she bucked her hips up against his face. Earl spent better then ten minutes eating her wet pussy until he couldn't wait any longer and eased himself up off the floor as he kissed her thighs and positioned his cock between the folds of her pussy slit. Earl had a clear memory of how his wife use to tighten when his cock head entered the tight ring of her pussy but it felt loose this time and it barely seemed to faze her as he slipped inside with ease.

Janice reached out and grabbed Earl's waist and pulled him down on top of her body as his lips met hers. She was extremely wet and Earl starred into her beautiful dark eyes and saw the way she was starring back at him.

She seemed to be checking to see if he was getting any sensation out of fucking her pussy. She flexed her hips making her pussy tighten which finally made Earl moan as she smiled.

Janice had learned a few new tricks using the muscles in her pussy. Earl took note of her new found talent but was afraid to ask how she learned to do them. Janice bucked her hips up and wiggled her ass in the cushion as Earl made up for eighteen months without screwing his wife. 

Janice kept watching Earl's face intensely as he labored to cum. She waited until he was close and stopped him short of shooting his load into her pussy and pushed Earl back and stood up. 

She pointed at the sofa and waited until Earl sat down and got down on her knees and began to suck his cock. She started using the new talent she acquired that Earl had seen last night. Janice took his cock completely down her throat.

Earl listened to the sound of her throat as she took him down until her nose touched his hair. Earl couldn't lat any longer as he tape her on the shoulder giving her fair warning that he was about to cum.

Janice backed her f off just enough so that she wouldn't choke. Earl groaned as he emptied his load into her mouth and flexed his hips while Janice took it into her mouth and swallowed. 

Janice finished him off by licking his cock clean and smacking her lips. Earl was exhausted and sat down on the sofa next to his wife as she leaned her head on his chest and rubbed his thigh.

Earl moved his arm and gave her a hug. He wanted to ask her so badly about learning how to suck cock like she did but he refrained from doing so.

They dressed and got off the boat and walked back to the hotel. Clyde was coming off the elevator and Earl and Janice had to quickly duck out of site until he passed them in the lobby.

Earl turned to Janice and said. "That was a close call! Let me use the bathroom for a moment and I'll take you back up to your room."

Janice smiled and leaned up to give him a kiss. "I'll wait by the desk. I want to check out a couple brochures while I'm here."

Earl walked into the men's room and peed and washed his hands. By the time he got out and looked around for Janice, she was standing near the desk where she said she would be and Earl started to walk toward her just as Clyde saw her.

Earl stopped dead in his tracks as he watched Clyde walk over to Janice and kiss her on the lips. He saw his partner's hand rubbing her ass. Earl turned and started to walk toward the elevator when he heard Clyde call out.

"Earl! I want you to meet somebody."

Earl nervously smiled as he walked back to where Clyde and Janice were standing. Clyde held his arm around Janice's waist as he introduced them.

Earl shook her hand and pretended they were meeting for the first time. Earl had to watch Clyde kiss his wife one more time as Clyde turned and said.

"Why don't you meet us at the club tonight and have a few drinks with us? Janice brought a few of her friends along and I'm sure one of them might be interested. Isn't that right, Janice?"

Janice smiled as she starred at Earl. Clyde leaned over and kissed Janice one more time before saying. "I have to run. I have an appointment with a client across the street in about ten minutes. I'll see you tonight around seven."

Clyde walked away after patting Janice's ass again. Earl slowly walked toward the elevator and pressed the button. Janice was starring down at the floor as they walked onto the elevator.

Earl held Janice's hand on the way up. He walked her to her suite as they stopped and starred at each other a moment before Earl said. "I guess we'll just have to play this along tonight."

Janice fixed his collar before giving him a kiss. "I'll fix you up with one of my friends tonight named Traci. She is the only one I can trust."

Earl smiled as he said goodbye to Janice. Earl walked back to his suite just as the cleaning lady was locking the door. The bed was all made and everything smelled fresh. Earl hopped onto the bed and crossed his hands behind his head before falling off to sleep for a short nap.



Watching My Wife Ch. 02



I was shaken awake by Mary Lenson. I felt awful, my mouth tasted like a pub carpet and it took me a good while to unglue my stinging eyes. But when I did, I was horrified to see that my cock was hanging out of my spunk stained pants and I was still holding my wife's crusty knickers. I scrabbled for my zip as she laughed 'Bit late for that dear, come with me.'

I managed to get my cock back in my pants and stuffed the knickers into my pocket before stumbling after Mrs Lenson. She walked in front of me in her bathrobe and slippers, leading me upstairs and down a long corridor before stopping before one of several closed doors. She put her finger to her lips, whispering 'Quiet as a mouse now cucky', before opening the door slowly and indicating I should enter the room. The sound of squeaking bedsprings, the grunts of an old man exerting himself and my wife gasping and moaning told me all I needed to know.

I made it as far as being able to see around the door before I felt Mrs Lenson's hand on my shoulder, 'That's far enough cucky,' she whispered in my ear. The smell of sweat and sex was overpowering, I could hear her breath quicken as we both looked towards the bed to see her husband's huge hairy arse rising and falling between my wife's thighs.

'Morning shag,' Mary Lenson whispered as she pushed a tissue into my hand and then she was gone.

I couldn't take my eyes off the two people on the bed. My cock was already like a steel bar and had popped back out of my hastily rearranged pants. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wife's filthy knickers, holding them to my nose I breathed in the smells of sex, stale dry spunk and well used cunt as I began to wank.

My wife was moaning loudly now and I watched her body tense up and shudder beneath her fat old boss as she came. I unconsciously speeded up my wanking action, my eyes now focussed on the old man's fat cock pistoning in and out of Mel's wet cunt, his enormous hairy balls slapping on her arse at each thrust. Lenson sped up now, his thrusts becoming more urgent, my wife's legs wrapped tightly around his back and crossed at the ankles. She was clinging into him for dear life as he groaned and shuddered, driving his cock deep into her and holding it there, his buttocks flexing as once again he pumped my wife full of his spunk. 'Oh fuck yes,' she moaned in abandon as she writhed beneath him while I stifled a grunt as I exploded into the tissue Mary Lenson had given me.

I took one last look at the two lovers before I left. They old man had collapsed on top of my wife, she was running her hands up and down his hairy back and stroking his thinning hair, they hadn't noticed me. I closed the door silently and began my search for a bathroom.

Ten minutes later I'd straightened myself up as best I could. There was a wet patch on the crotch of my pants where I'd tried to sponge away the spunk stains and I looked like death. I needed sleep badly, but my cock was hard again, images of my wife being taken again and again by Mr Lenson and his cronies filled my mind and I smiled as I studied my shattered face in the bathroom mirror. I'd got what I wanted and it was better than I could have ever imagined – but now what? There was only one way to find out. I left the bathroom and went in search of the others.

Making my way downstairs I heard my wife's laugh and headed towards it. She was sitting at a table drinking coffee with Mr Lenson and several of his friends when I entered the room. Lenson looked at me briefly and indicated a long table against the wall, 'There's coffee there, help yourself'. Just what I needed, I grabbed a cup and took a sip...it was wonderful. When I turned back to the table I saw that there wasn't a seat for me, so I stayed standing. They carried on with their conversation, some business anecdote by the sound of it, and left me to my own devices. I finished my coffee, poured myself another and decided to leave the room looking for somewhere to sit and feel hung-over in peace.

A little while later my reverie was disturbed by my wife. 'You ok?' she asked.

'Bit worse for wear.'

'You look it,' she laughed. She was wearing her little maids outfit again and somehow it made her look even more of a slut in the daytime than it had last night. I noticed it was ripped in several places and her fishnets were a mess. 'Shall we go home?' She asked, I nodded and stood slightly unsteadily.

'Hugh has arranged for his driver to take us home to pick up a few things, then we're to come back here tonight.'

'Ok...' I sounded slightly uncertain.

'He wants me...us...to move in here with him. With my new job come new responsibilities and he needs me to be available to him at all times. He was kind enough to think of you too and is allowing us to live here rent free.'

I sat back down involuntarily and must have looked as astonished as I felt.

'I think you'll find it suits you both,' Mr Lenson rumbled as he came to my wife's side, sliding his arm around her. I heard her quick intake of breath and as I couldn't see his hand, guessed that he was feeling her up. We were all silent for a few moments, the old man staring me down and my wife looking pointedly at my crotch. I looked down too as much to avoid Mr Lenson's steely gaze as to see what my wife was looking at and saw that my painfully erect cock had once more escaped the confines of my pants. 

Mr Lenson broke the silence, 'Don't be too long' he said and patting Mel on the bottom he left the room.

'Put it away and let's go,' my wife smiled at me as she turned towards the door. I fumbled around with my pants again, pushing my stiff cock back inside before discovering that my zip had broken. I would have to hold my pants closed until I got home.

'Oh, apparently you've got my knickers – can I have them?' she laughed and held out her hand. Embarrassed I reached into my pocket and pulled out her crusty spunk stained knickers and handed them over. I watched her pull them over her heels and stocking clad legs and realised that she looked more of a slut with them on. She ran her fingers across the tight area of fabric stretched over her cunt, through the dried cum trails that covered their surface and then lifted her fingers to her mouth sucking them thoroughly clean one by one whilst looking me directly in the eye. 'Yummy' she murmured.

The sound of a car horn signalled it was time to leave.

Our drive back was a quiet one, I didn't really know what to say and Mel seemed preoccupied, probably thinking about Lenson's cock. I'd noticed our driver adjusting his rear view mirror at the start of the journey and he regularly checked my wife out in it all the way there. He knew I'd spotted him, but that didn't seem to bother him. After a while Mel noticed that he was eying her too and out of the corner of my eye I saw her smile and let her legs fall open giving him an unrestricted view of her spunk stained knickers.

Soon after we arrived at our house and parked up outside, 'Go in and put the kettle on, then sort out some clothes and everything we'll need for a week or two,' without thinking I jumped to obey my wife and was out of the car and putting the key in the door before I knew it. As I entered the house I looked back and saw the driver and my wife in close conversation, my wife was smiling and had that look she always had when she was about to kiss someone. 'It used to be me', I thought as I went in and pushed the door to behind me.

I went straight through to the kitchen and clicked the kettle on, grabbed the milk from the fridge and took two cups out of the cupboard, after pausing for a second I reached down and took another cup out and set it on the side. I could suddenly see into the future and it contained a third person.

As I was making coffee for three I heard the door close, then a giggle and two pairs of footsteps clambering quickly up the stairs. There was a moments silence then my wife squealed and our bedroom door slammed shut. I leant back on the kitchen counter and sipped my coffee as I heard a couple of thumps and then the unmistakable sound of our bedsprings creaking. My cock was hard again and promptly fell out of my trousers as the first rhythmic squeaks of our marriage bed began. I set my coffee down began to wank myself off to my wife's moans of 'Oh, oh yeah, oh, oh...' as the driver gave her a good seeing to.

He didn't last long, obviously the thought of fucking my wife in our bed while I was downstairs making him coffee sent him over the edge. The squeaking and rattling of the bed quickened, my wife moaning even louder now in response his rapid thrusting, then 'Oh fuck yeah!' as the bed stopped moving and he emptied his load of hot spunk into Mel's well used cunt. It certainly did the trick for me - I came on the kitchen floor.

As I was cleaning up the mess I heard footsteps thumping back down the stairs. It was the driver, 'Made us some coffee?' He asked cheerily, he was stark naked. I hadn't paid much attention to him earlier but now I saw that he was very well built in every department, my wife's moans must have been genuine. His huge cock hung down low between his legs, still semi hard and glistening wet with his spunk and my wife's juices. He saw me looking at his cock and laughed before grabbing the two coffees off the counter and returning upstairs, 'Seconds out, round two!' I heard him call. The bedroom door thumped shut behind him and the bed squeaked again, I heard the pair of them laughing then silence.

I stripped out of my dirty party clothes and threw on some jeans and a t-shirt as I set about getting everything we'd need for a week or so away. Obviously I couldn't get to most of our clothes as they were in our bedroom and it didn't look as though I was allowed in there at the moment. Still, I managed to get most of our things sorted and switched everything off around the house that needed it.

I'd just started making another coffee when I heard the bed squeaking again, this time more slowly but still in a hard pounding rhythm. Then I heard what sounded like my wife's voice calling me. Puzzled I made my way to the bottom of the stairs it was unmistakable now and she sounded cross. 'Get up here will you!'

I ran up the stairs wondering what the hell was going on and stopped short, in two minds, at our bedroom door. 'For fuck's sake Tony, get in here!' I opened the door and stepped inside. I noticed the smell of sex first as I couldn't really see too well. The curtains were partially drawn and the room was only half lit. When my eyes grew accustomed to the gloom I saw my wife on her back on our bed looking up at me and smirking as the driver's hairy arse rose and fell between her wide open thighs. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he kissed and licked her neck, breathing heavily, his hands gripping Mel's arse as he pulled her cunt onto his thrusting cock. I stood transfixed and felt my sore cock spring to attention again. 'Oh yeah...oh...Grab a load of clothes out of my...uh...wardrobe, a few pairs of...mmmm...shoes and whatever you need...oh fuck...oh...God that's good...oh and grab some underwear for me as well.' The last few words of my wife's orders were slightly stifled by the driver's mouth as they began to kiss passionately.

I tore my eyes away from the lewd scene on our bed as the thrusting grew in intensity and the squeaks of the springs rose to new heights. Quickly I began to grab up the things she'd asked for along with a few things for myself. Throwing them into a couple of suitcases I then turned back to watch my wife with her lover.

My eyes immediately met hers, she was red in the face now and panting as the driver fucked her furiously, her body rising to meet his every thrust, her back arching and her crotch grinding into his. Suddenly the driver reared up supporting himself on his outstretched arms and my wife cried out as he began to pump her hard and fast, his teeth gritted and his eyes wild with lust. 'Oh God, oh Tony he's so fucking good,' my wife screamed as he fucked her harder and faster. By this time I'd unzipped my jeans and was wanking in time to their fucking, my wife panting, turned to watch me wank, her body jerking around as she was mercilessly pounded into the mattress.

Then all too soon it was over, the driver grunted loudly, his hips grinding into my wife, his sweating buttocks flexing as he dumped another load of his spunk up her welcoming cunt. After a few more twitches he'd shot his entire load and collapsed on top of her, they both just lay there panting as I experienced another incredible orgasm, my knees buckling and what cum I had left dripping rather pathetically onto the bedroom carpet.

'We'll be down in a minute,' my wife still panting motioned with her hand that I should leave the room. I did as I was told and shut the door quietly behind me, made my way to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. Grabbing my toothbrush I made my way back downstairs and clicked the kettle on. Images of my wife being repeatedly used in front of me by other men filled my head 'til it span. Right now I didn't feel particularly happy or sad in my new situation, but at the same time I was feeling an almost permanent sense of excitement and arousal.

I could get used to this.



Watching My Wife Ch. 02



Now I like a little fun while I'm driving, but I wasn't risking my life for a blow job, so I turned down a country lane, let the seat down and got the blow job of my life from my good lady wife.

Will we return for the paid shoot? 

Your feedback would be appreciated.



Watching My Wife Ch. 03



Later that week, Steve rang to say he had an offer of a paid shoot if Anna was interested. He had been contacted by a local company who was putting together a new website and promotional campaign to promote their "sensual massage" for women.

He explained that the shoot would follow the normal massage service offered by the masseur. Anna thought this sounded like a nice simple shoot and agreed.

So the following Friday we went down to the studio for the shoot. When we arrived Steve introduced us to two men, John and Mark, who were both masseurs who worked for the company. They told us that the company was fairly new to the area, and that their boss had decided that one of the best ways of developing new business would be to be able to refer potential clients to the website where they would be able to see their unique service in action.

I asked them what was so special about their service, and they just grinned and said that the company ethos was to guarantee their customers total satisfaction, and that at the end of the session, each client is left with a generous portion of a potassium enriched cream to massage into their bodies.

Well it all sounded good to Anna and me. She was gong to get paid to have a massage, and receive this special cream at the end as well.

Anna went off to the changing room, where she had been told she would find a gown to put on once she had stripped off – and John and Mark reminded her that she should be totally naked under the gown as the oils they use would stain any clothing. They went through to the studio to prepare, while Steve explained how the shoot would work.

As the majority of the shoot was for the website, it would be shot on video, with some stills along the way. The studio was set up with three static video camera's, one either side of the massage table, and one directly above it, together with a still camera.

Steve had a fourth video camera mounted on a moveable tripod, again with a still camera mounted next to it. He suggested that I stay in the office and watched the shoot through the video feeds into his monitors, so I would be able to see what was coming from all four cameras at the same time.

Steve then went through to the studio and I settled back to watch the shoot in comfort. When I looked at the overhead camera, I noticed something strange about the massage table. Instead of being a fixed, flat table, it had extra arm extensions on each side that pivoted out from the table, and it had a split down the middle at one end, which looked as if it would separate as well.

I heard Anna enter the studio at that point, and one of the guys asked her to hop up on the table, and lay face down, but to unfasten her gown before she did. So I watched her lay face down on the couch, with a short white gown cover her gorgeous body. John and Mark then came into view, and I noticed that they were no longer wearing the ordinary clothes they had been earlier, but had changed into white medical style coats as well.

John was one side of the table, and Mark the other. They each had a little table alongside them with a bottle of massage oil and some hand towels. I heard one of them start talking to Anna, explaining that the formulation of the oil was designed to relax their clients completely, but in a stimulating way. Sounded a little confusing to me, but Anna just said fine. 

He also explained that they would both be working on her at the same time, and then peeled her gown away to leave her completely naked on the couch.

They both poured some oil into their hands before going to work on Anna's back, massaging the oil in and working back and forth across her back, slowly moving down her back towards her bottom. They poured another shot of oil, this time directly onto her cheeks and got to work. I shifted my view to the overhead camera and watched intently as four hands expertly massaged my wife's sexy little arse. Gently pulling and pushing and working the massage oil all over. 

Ever so often one of their hands would disappear from view as it tucked down between those lovely cheeks.

They then moved to her feet and massaged them well before starting on her legs. This was when the design of the table came into its own. With a quick pull, the bottom half of the table separated, bringing my wife's feet about two feet apart. Steve moved to the end of the table and followed their progress up her legs towards her waiting pussy, which was now evidently moist and ever so slightly open. 

John and Mark worked so well together. Each working on one leg, and as they worked her thigh muscles, getting closer and closer to her pussy there was always one hand on her inner thigh. As the massaged away I could see the outside of their hands brushing up and down Anna's pussy lips. She was laid with her head to one side, and she had that wasted look on her face. She was really enjoying all this attention. 

John and Mark continued their ministrations, now with one hand each working back on her bottom, and the other working right around the top most part of her thigh. Steve zoomed in to bring her pussy up in glorious wide screen in front of me, and every time either Mark or John's hand went between her thighs their thumbs were slipping into the folds of her pussy and catching her clit.

They slowly brought this part of the massage to a close, before asking Anna to turn over to lay on he back. She did as she was asked, and she lay there fully exposed to the overhead camera, as they had not pushed the legs of the table back together. She was so moist now, you could see the wetness of her pussy so visibly, and her clit was rock hard between her parted lips. 

They placed her arms on the arm rests, and puled those out so she was now laid spread eagle on the table. John and Mark each took and arm, and went to work, moving up and down her arms to her shoulders. Then the switched to her feet, and slowly worked their way up her legs and over her knees. Once they started to work on her thighs I could see each stroke pulling her pussy lips apart and then pushing them back together as their hands moved slowly but surely towards it. They continued working in unison on her thighs until they reached the top, and as one of them drew his hand back out from between her thighs the others hand would slip back between them. 

A quick glance at the camera focused on Anna's head showed that she was not arching her head back, and biting her lips with the pleasure they were giving her as they stroked her pussy with the outside of their hands.

John then moved to the head of the table, and Mark moved round between her legs. "Are you ready for the most exhilarating bit?" he asked. Anna just nodded her head. "We're both getting a little warm with all this work, do you mind if we slip off our cots?" he added. Anna just gently shook her head without opening her eyes.

They both unfastened their massage coats and slipped them off. I don't know why, but I was a little surprised that while they were both naked underneath, neither hand a stiff dick.

"We're going to complete the massage now" he added "would you like the additional potassium enriched cream as well?" Anna nodded. I don't know whether she had worked out what this "potassium enriched cream" was, but I had - sperm is very rich in potassium, these two masseur's were planning to give Anna a couple of doses, and I was going to sit here and watch them in full technicolor.

They started by drizzling a stream of massage oil right down Anna's front, starting at her neck and running it down between her breasts, past her belly button, through her pubic hair, and finally down the already moist lips of her pussy. The oil must have been cold, because Anna twitched with pleasure as it ran over her lips and clit.

They started by leaning forward over her and reaching to the centre of her stomach to begin, moving in long slow round strokes as they massaged her torso. John was moving slowly up towards her breasts and Mark down towards her pussy.

As they straightened up I switched back to the overhead camera, and watched as John's hands gently glided over her breasts for the first time. Her nipples were rock hard. Steve zoomed in on his hands as they massaged her glorious breasts. He started to gently pulling on them, stretching his hand right around the base of her breast and ever more firmly bringing his fingers and thumb together, up and over her breast, then pulling at those nipples to stretch them out from her chest. 

Meanwhile Marks fingers were now running through her pubic hair, with his thumbs disappearing between her legs. Each stroke took his hands down her thighs a little, and then back out over pussy onto her lower stomach. He was expertly massaging her pussy.

Her nipples were getting harder and longer with every stroke. It was at this point that I noticed that John's dick was stiffening. Indeed it was now at what we call half-mast, pointing straight out and resting on the massage table along side Anna's face.

Mark started to massage the uppermost part of her inner thigh, trapping her pussy lips and clit between his thumbs as he did so, and then he started to massage her pussy itself.

John reached to the side of the table, pressed a couple of buttons, and the headrest folded down leaving her head hanging back over the table. This caused Anna to open her eyes, and there directly in front of her was John's dick. She didn't need asking or telling she just opened her mouth and let it slide between her lips. John continued to massage her breasts, and as he did he also slid his dick in and out of my beautiful wife's waiting mouth. 

Mark had his fingers working in and out of her pussy, while John was massaging her breasts and gently fucking her face. 

Marks hands then stretched her legs wide apart, and the moment I had been waiting for finally happened. His now rock hard dick was laid between her lips and he gently pushed forward and it slowly disappeared inside her.

There was no doubt now. The formal massage was over and they were no working on producing their special cream for her.

I had dreamed of this minute so many times, but never thought it would happen. My beautiful, sexy wife laid between two men, with a dick in her mouth and the other buried I her pussy.

Steve was shooting close ups of John's dick as it slipped in and out of her waiting mouth – covered in her saliva. Even with her head upside down you could see a look of pure lust on her face. The overhead camera was giving me a great view of Mark's dick sliding in and out of her pussy, slowly getting covered in Anna's cream.

Steve moved down for some close ups of her pussy, zooming right in so it filled the screen. It was stretched tight around Mark's dick, and he was slowly but surely increasing his pace.

Now both men had their hands on her breasts, squeezing them and pulling on her still erect nipples. Her hands were griping the edge of the table so tightly, and then her back arched from the table as she orgasm. Mark's dick was creamy and sticky and her pussy juices were beginning to gather at the base of it. His strokes became longer and more forceful as he neared his own climax.

John was still slowly pumping his dick into her mouth, and pulling on her breasts, while Mark had reached a full head of steam. Pistoning his prick deep inside her before pulling it almost all the way out before slamming it back down, in and out and in and out. He must have been getting close. Anna's hands gripped the table hard again, as she bucked underneath him, nearing a second orgasm. Mark's thrust became more and more urgent, and Anna was pushing her self onto him to get him ever deeper in her. She shuddered with a second orgasm, and just as she began to come down, he pulled out and shot his spunk up and over her stomach. Jet after jet of hot white spunk squirted over her stomach and breasts. 

John was still gently fucking her face and both men massaged Mark's come into her body. Then John pulled his dick out of her mouth and they turned her over onto her front. Mark moved to her head, while John took his place between her legs.

John's dick now slipped into her already well-used pussy and he too started to fuck her with all his might. Meanwhile Anna was gently licking Mark's now softening. John was gripping her arse cheeks, holding her legs wide apart, so Steve could get some good close up footage of his dick slamming into Anna's pussy. Steve also got down below the table to get some footage of her stretched pussy as John's dick speared in and out like a piston. Every stroke making his balls bounce off her pussy lips and clit.

Mark now had his dick in Anna's mouth. He was just standing there while she sucks away, being pushed up and down on his dick by John's shagging. She had the look of a cat that had got the cream.

She let Marks cock slip out of her mouth as John brought her to orgasm for the third time in barely ten minutes. Again as she hit the height of her orgasm he pulled his dick out of her pussy and shot his load in a wide arc over her arse and up her back. His come formed a small pool in the arch of her back, and once again the two of them gently massage the cum in to her body.

"So" Mark said, "you've had the massage, and two shots of our special cream. Do you like the service we offer? Anna didn't reply, she just slumped down on the massage table with a big broad smile on her face "Another very satisfied lady" he said.

They gently draped Anna's gown over her body as she lay there smiling, and wandered off to get cleaned up.

Steve came back to the office and asked me how I felt, now that I had seen my wife get a good fucking from two studs. I had to admit that I had enjoyed watching it. So much so that I would love to see it again, but possibly with more men.

Steve then told me about a client he did regular work for which involved everyday women being gang banged, and asked if we would like to set up a shoot. Anna hadn't returned from the dressing room at that point, so I just told him I'd get back to him.

What should I do?



Watching My Wife Ch. 04



The story so far:-

Chapter 1 – in pursuit of having a nude oil painting of my wife we end up at a photo studio where she gets a little man handled during the shoot. The sight of other men touching my naked wife turns me on and I decide I want to see more. My wife enjoys the modeling experience and agrees to a second shoot.

Chapter 2 – Shooting a soft boy girl set my wife's co-star gets her over excited and she ends up giving him a blowjob on camera. I love watching this, and enjoy the after shoot sex.

Chapter 3 – Anna accepts a shoot for an erotic massage service and ends up shagging both the masseurs and being covered in their cream, while I watch it all in glorious technicolour. The photographer tells me about a "gangbang" shoot he is looking for a model for.

Chapter 4

Anna and I left the studio as soon as she was changed, and she was very quiet as we drove home. Not the excited, turned on rampant woman she had been after the last shoot. 

So I asked if she was alright and she told me that she was worried about the outcome of the shoot, and what I thought of her after she had let two men have sex with her on camera.

I reassured her about my feelings, and reminded her that I had been sat watching every second of the shoot, and that if I had been unhappy I could have stopped it. I also admitted to her that I had got so hard watching the two masseurs working away on her body. I told her I had enjoyed the experience almost as much as she had.

This seemed to put her mind at rest, and she then relaxed and opened up telling me about how turned on she had become during the shoot and how much she had both wanted and enjoyed the sex. When we arrived back home, we went straight to the bedroom, and made mad passionate love. I wanted her to really know that she would always be the woman for me.

In the aftermath of our lovemaking we returned to the subject of the shoot and she confessed that having two men at once had been a big turn on for her, as she had never been in a situation like that before. She had especially enjoyed having a cock in both her mouth and pussy at the same time.

So I asked her if she would consider another shoot, as Steve had mentioned the possibility to me before we had left the studio. She asked what it would involve, and so I told her, quite honestly, that I only knew that it would involve full sex scenes like today's shoot, but I didn't know what the full details were.

She then asked me if I really wanted to see her being shagged by some more men. I again told her that I loved her, I enjoyed watching, but that the decision would have to be hers. So she asked me to find out the details.

I rang Steve the next day and told him that Anna would be happy to do another shoot, and that she understood that it would involve more sex scenes, but that before she would finally agree we needed more details about the shoot.

Steve said that he couldn't really tell me too much, as the company that produced the video's just booked his studio and brought their own props on the day, and he was just one of the camera men. All he could confirm is that it was for a gang bang based website, where a woman is coerced into a group sex situation. He said they never tell the models much in advance, to keep the video's very realistic. He added that the pay for the shoot would be £1,000.

That evening I explained the brief outline to Anna, telling her the shoot was for a website and would be a video shoot where she would end up having sex with more than one man, but that we would only find the full story line on the day of the shoot.

She was a little apprehensive about the lack of detail, but when I mentioned the size of the fee she decided she'd go ahead.

So I rang Steve and confirmed. He said he'd get back to me with the date of the shoot.

Anyway three days later a parcel arrived, addressed to Anna. It contained some clothes, and a note from Steve. The note said that the clothes were for the shoot, and she should be wearing them when she arrived at the location. The shoot was scheduled in two day's time and would be shot on location at a pool hall, which was obviously closed to the public.

The clothes were smart and tasteful, but damned sexy. A pair of sheer black stockings, with fully fashioned heels and toes, and a seam up the back. A lovely matching bra, knickers and suspender belt set, pale blue, but very light and whispy and most certainly see through. A short kilt style skirt, black and white check, topped off with a blue and white blouse that fastened with three bows up the front, and was cut deep to expose Anna's breasts, while remaining completely decent. Over and above this the package also contained a set of handcuffs, a 10 inch dildo, and a can of spray cream all in a little carry bag that matched the skirt.

Steve rang me the next day, and told me that when we arrived at the pool hall, I was to go straight to the managers office, where I could watch the whole proceedings on the CCTV and the edit feed from the video camera's being used. Whereas Anna was to wait in the lobby area where she would be met and given a brief explanation before entering the pool hall.

On the morning of the shoot, Anna put the clothes on, and looked absolutely stunning. I would have happily shagged her on the spot, but we had to get going. She repacked the handcuffs, dildo and whipped cream into the bag, and off we went.

We arrived at the pool hall, and once inside I followed Steve's instructions, and left Anna in the entrance and went up to the managers office. To my surprise Steve was waiting for me. "I thought you'd be down stairs filming" I said. "No need" he replied "this crew bring their own cameramen, so I'm here to keep you company, and ensure you get a good view" as he closed the door behind me. 

There were two sets of four screens, one set for the CCTV, and the other for the feed from the video camera's. Steve brought up the CCTV covering the reception area, where Anna was patiently waiting. A couple of minutes passed before the door opened and a man walked in. He went straight to Anna and explained that the film they were going to shoot was of a stag night that gets out of hand. He asked her if she was sure she wanted to go ahead, and she nodded her head. He then gave her a document to sign, and told her that once she walked into the pool room itself the door the shoot would start immediately, so she needed to be ready to perform.

She touched up her make up and said she was ready. He pulled the door open for her and as she walked through it he locked it shut behind her.

I was watching the eight screens in front of me, and watched my beautiful wife walk into the pool room, dressed to kill. It was only at this point that I noticed that there were five pool tables in the room with four players at each table and a couple more men at the bar.

"Hey the entertainment's arrived" one of them shouted, and the whole room stopped playing pool and looked over to the door. Anna walked straight to the center of the room, and asked who the groom was. They pointed out a smartly dressed man – he was about twenty five, and I guess average height.

"Well, lets get this show on the road" she said, putting her bag down on the central pool table. "Lets have a chair in the middle here for the groom, and the rest of you best get sat comfortably too." A chair was put into the centre of a room, and the others formed a circle around Anna and the groom.

The bar tender changed the CD playing, and that cheesy old stripper music struck up. 

Anna started to dance. She was swaying gently to the music, and flicking her skirt about, to give them a glimpse of her stocking tops. She went over to the groom, and straddled him, grinding herself into his lap. As she straddled him, her skirt lifted up her thighs, so her stocking tops were on show to everyone. The groom brought his hands up onto her bottom and puled her tighter into his crotch.

She stood up again and turning away from him bent over to reach down an unfasten the straps of her shoes. This caused the short skirt to rise up exposing her knicker clad bottom to him. He of course took the opportunity to slip his hands up under her skirt and squeeze her cheeks. Kicking her shoes off, she danced around the room, flicking her skirt up to flash her knickers and stocking tops to each and every man in the room.

After completing the circle of the room she returned to the groom, and invited him to unfasten the first of the bows one her blouse. He chose the top on, and the blouse fell open to expose the top of her breasts. She placed her hands on his knees and bent forward towards him. Her blouse fell further open and he was now looking directly at her beautiful breasts. Of course, the other effect of bending forwards like this was that her panty clad bottom was exposed to the men standing behind her.

The groom gripped the second and third bows while she was bent over, and as she stood up they both came undone. The blouse fell open exposing her bra clad breasts to the groom and the room.

Once again she set off around the room, slowly flashing her breasts to all the men, and slowly slipping her blouse off her shoulders and throwing it onto the nearby pool table.

As she approached the groom again she unfastened the little belt holding her skirt together and opened it out before letting it fall to the floor. She stepped straight forward and straddled him again, this time wearing just her bra, knickers, stockings and suspender belt. 

The cameramen where each zooming in on different shots. One screen was filled with her bra lad breasts as she pushed them into the grooms face. Another was focusing on her knicker clad bottom and the grooms hands kneading her firm cheeks. While another showed the audience shouting and urging her on.

She was again grinding herself against him as he sat there pulling her tighter towards him. He buried his face between her breasts, and continued to squeeze her arse cheeks.

She pulled away from him, reached down and pulled his t-shirt up and over his head, before leaning forward and crushing her bra clad breasts into his now naked chest. Anna stood up, pulling the groom up with her, before kneeling down in front of him and unfastening his trousers. She pulled them down around his ankles, before pushing him back into his seat wearing just his boxer shorts. 

One of the camera's zoomed in on his boxers, and you could see the outline of his hard dick.

Anna then turned around, and sat back on his lap, grinding her knicker clad bottom into his boxer clad erection. He reached round her and grasped her breasts in both hands, giving them a good squeeze for the camera. 

Anna jumped up again, and slowly made her way around the room, straddling each of the men there in turn, letting them all have a feel of either her bottom, or her breasts, as she ground her pussy against their crotches.

As she worked her way round she slipped the straps of her bra down and off her arms, and she had the last of the men unclip it, so as she walked back towards the groom she could let it fall away. 

Anna straddled him again, and crushed her naked breasts into his naked chest, and he slipped his hands down the back of her knickers to squeeze those cheeks. She leant down, and pulled out the can on spray cream, gave it a quick shake a sprayed a little onto each nipple, before presenting them one after the other for him to suck. 

Then she was up again, spraying her nipples with cream as she went right around the room again, letting each man lick the cream from one of her nipples. This time she approached the groom from behind, and reached around him to pull his arms back behind the chair. As he fumbled between her legs, she picked up the handcuffs and clicked them in place. He was now helpless in the chair. 

Anna went round to the front of the chair, and facing him, slid the knickers down to expose her pussy hair. Then she turned around, so the other side of the room could see her pussy hair before bending forward and pushing her knickers down and off. As she did this the groom had a perfect view of her pussy lips between her legs.

So now my wife was naked, except for her stockings and suspender belt in a roomful of men. She sat back on the grooms knee, grinding her naked pussy into his lap. The other men in the room were getting very noisy now.

She stood up again, turned to face him, and pulled him to his feet. You could se his rock hard dick straining against the material of his boxer shorts. Anna knelt down in front of him, and slowly peeled his boxers. As she released his dick, it stood to attention inches from he face. She pushed him back into the chair, and spayed cream over his balls and dick before licking it all of. Then she put a little directly onto the head of his cock and slipped her mouth over it, taking his dick deep in her throat before pulling off it again, having sucked all the cream away.

Then she again sat astride him, crushing her breasts against his chest and grinding her pussy against his cock, before lifting herself slightly, grasping his cock and slipping it between her pussy lips. Now she started to fuck him, moving up and down and back and forth, working his cock in an out of her pussy. One of the camera's zoomed in on her pussy lips, and you could see her juices running down his dick and over his balls. She was so excited. 

Some of the other men started to strip off their clothes, but remained seated, watching and wanking as Anna fucked the groom. She kept writhing up and down and round and round, lifting till there was just the tiniest part of his dick resting between her wet pussy lips, before plunging down and forcing his cock deep inside herself.

She fucked him for about ten minutes before lifting herself off him. 

"You want to see him come?" she asked. The question wasn't directed at anyone in particular, but the whole room answered, as they moved closer to Anna. 

Again she pulled him to his feet, and kneeling down in front of him she grasped his dick and fed it into her hungry mouth. Working up and down his shaft with her tongue and lips, teasing his dick until his butt cheeks tensed. He was ready to come, and she knew it. So she pulled her head away, and licked at the head of his cock as he erupted, shooting his come into her mouth and over her face.

The final part will follow shortly... 



Watching My Wife Ch. 05



Watching my wife 5- He watches her get all she can take on a photo/video shoot.

The story so far:-

Chapter 1 – in pursuit of having a nude oil painting of my wife we end up at a photo studio where she gets a little man handled during the shoot. The sight of other men touching my naked wife turns me on and I decide I want to see more. My wife enjoys the modeling experience and agrees to a second shoot.

Chapter 2 – Shooting a soft boy girl set my wife's co-star gets her over excited and she ends up giving him a blowjob on camera. I love watching this, and enjoy the after shoot sex.

Chapter 3 – Anna accepts a shoot for an erotic massage service and ends up shagging both the masseurs and being covered in their cream, while I watch it all in glorious technicolour. The photographer tells me about a "gangbang" shoot he is looking for a model for.

Chapter 4 – Playing the part of a stripper at a bachelor party Anna strips and teases before fucking the "groom" and taking his spunk all over her face

Chapter 5 

After taking his cum all over her face, Anna looked up to see that the other men in the room were now all naked with their dicks out. She looked a little taken aback at the number of stiff cocks in front of her, and in line with her "role" in the video said that she was only there to sort out the groom. That was what she had been paid for, so she'd like her clothes back so she could leave.

Everyone in the room just laughed "but you did such a good job with him, and you've got us all standing to attention. So be a good girl and help us out a little" said one of them "Just come and give us all a little suck."

Playing the part of a reluctant participant Anna moved the first man, and grasping his firm dick in her had flicked her tongue over the end of it, then slowly slipped it into her mouth. Only this guy didn't have his hands handcuffed behind his back, so as soon as she had a good mouthful of dick he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her head right down till his entire shaft disappeared into her mouth. He didn't move at all, he just held her head tight with his dick wedged in her throat.

"Well sweetie" he said, "now we've got your attention you'd better listen and listen good. You just put on one hell of a show, and have got us all very randy so now, you're going to have to ensure that we all get some satisfaction. You ain't going nowhere until we say so." He pulled his dick back out of Anna's mouth so she could take a breath and then plunged it right back down again. "There are twenty three of us here, and one way or another we're all going to have a piece of your pussy before you go home. Now you want to do this easy or hard?" 

Again he pulled out of her mouth to let her breathe. "Well? He asked. Anna looked up at him and you could just hear her cough out the words "please no, not all of you". "She wants it hard boys" he said, and plunged his dick right down her throat again. "Get the table ready" he said, as he roughly fucked my wife's face.

A small table was set up over near the bar, and they attached leather straps to each of the legs. Once these were in place four of the men walked over to where Anna was having her face fucked. They took hold of her and though she struggled to get away dragged her over to the table. First they tied each leg to one of the table legs, which spread her feet about four feet apart, and then they bent her backwards over the table and pulled her arms down and secured them to the other legs. Her head was hanging back over the edge of the table, so she was in the perfect position to be spit roast. Her whole body was stretched, and her breasts were pointing proudly up at the ceiling.

The man who had been face fucking her moved between her legs, and nudged his cock up against her pussy lips. "You know this could have been a lovely gentle experience for you, but you had to struggle. So now we'll just take you as we want." Then without another word he stabbed his dick into her pussy and started thrusting away. Another of the men moved to her head, and placed his cock at her lips. "Don't even think about biting." He said as he forced his dick into her mouth. 

There she was, tied to a table in a seedy pool room, with a man fucking her pussy and another fucking her face. She'd taken two men at the last shoot, but this time there were twenty more waiting their turn. 

The stud between her legs was thrusting back and forth in time with the music, and had his hand resting across her stomach with his thumbs reaching down to massage her clit. The one fucking her face was also thrusting in time to the music, while squeezing her tits with his hands. The other men moved closer still.

Every time the guy between her legs thrust into her pussy the table moved and it forced her down deeper onto the cock in her mouth. Five or ten minutes of rampant sex followed before the guy between her legs pulled out and shot his seed up and over her stomach. The guy in her mouth took his cue from this, and pulled just far enough out to shoot half his cum into her mouth and the rest onto her face and hair.

As they walked away from the table, the camera's zoomed in on the sticky mess of her face and stomach. Her pussy lips were open and we could see that she was wet and horny. 

Two more men stepped into position. The camera's focused on their dicks as they pushed into her pussy and mouth respectively. They began to push in and out of their own choice of holes in a slow rhythmic fashion, pulling right out before plunging deep back inside her. The dick down her throat was a little longer than the previous one, and every time he sunk it to the hilt you could see it moving in Anna's throat. 

She was gagging and bucking as they shoved their dicks deep into her mouth and pussy. "We've a real live one here" one of them said. "Thank god we tied her down." 

Time and time again they thrust in and out of her mouth and pussy, using her in unison. There was four video camera's filming every second of Anna's experience, two shooting full length shots and two in close up, one focusing on her pussy and the other on her mouth.

Every time the dick slid out of her pussy you could see her juices streaking against his skin. He pulled his dick out completely, and rubbed the angry purple head against her clit for a couple of seconds, before a fountain on spunk arced up and over her stomach and breasts, adding to that from the first guy that had shagged her. There were thick creamy streaks of cum reaching all across her stomach.

Once he had finished he was quickly replaced by another, the first of the coloured guys. This was first for Anna – she'd never had a coloured guy before, and I certainly hadn't seen one shagging her. His dick was longer than the two previous – they seemed to get bigger with every guy that stepped up to fuck her. I would have guessed around ten inches long. He let it rest on her pussy lips for a while before gently easing it in. Inch by inch he pushed his dick into her wet and sloppy pussy Anna strained against her bonds as his dick inched its way in. Pain or pleasure, I don't know. 

The one that was fucking her mouth was hammering his dick home time and time again and then withdrew, shooting a second load over her face, breasts and in her mouth. For a moment one of the camera's zoomed right in on a trickle of spunk as it ran down her cheek and into her hair.

When it zoomed out again another man had his cock in her mouth.

They took it in turns to fuck her, one by one, one after another, each one pulling out and adding his steamy spunk to the others until there were just three men left that hadn't partaken of either her pussy, or her mouth. Anna was covered in cum. It was bubbling from her nose, it was matted in her hair. Her breasts where white and slimy with it, as was her stomach, and her pussy hair was completely white and matted.

She had stopped struggling against her bonds by this time, and was laying there quite resigned to the group fucking she had been getting.

The last three men were stripped and ready for action, they each had dicks that must have been twelve inches long. One of them lay on his back, and the rest of the group unfastened her ropes. They picked Anna up, holding her legs wide, and lowered her onto his waiting dick. Her body weight pushed her down the length of his dick, until all twelve inches had gone from view. Then the second one knelt behind her. He rubbed his dick against her pussy lips and slowly forced it in along side the twelve inches she already had up her. Then they started to fuck her stretched pussy. As one pulled out, the other thrust deep. Her mouth fell open as they fucked her, and the third guy stepped up and pushed his twelve inches into her throat.

Every time he thrust you could see her whole throat bulge as his head sank down it. Long slow deliberate strokes pulling right out to let her breathe before sinking the full twelve inches again.

The three of them worked her body hard for ten or so minutes before the one in her mouth let go his load. Only he didn't pull out. He rammed his cock as deep into her throat as he could and shot jet after jet of hot white spunk down her throat. So much that she couldn't swallow, and his semen ran out of the side of her mouth and down her chin and breasts.

The other two now started to fuck her stretched cunt in unison, thrusting deep inside her at the same time. I'd never seen a woman's pussy wrapped around two dicks like this before, and they pistonned in and out. Then they came together inside her. She was so full of dick that there was little room for their cum, and it ran down their dicks and her thighs.

When they stopped pumping their spunk into her she was pulled of them, given her clothes and pushed naked out of the pool room into the waiting area.

Steve unlocked the door to the viewing room and I went down to my wife. Her hair was matted with the semen of eleven men, and dried semen was crusted over her cheeks, neck, tits, stomach, and thighs, and her pussy hair was one big white crusty mess.

There were no facilities for washing, so I slipped her coat over her abused and naked body and we made our way home.

I filed the bath for Anna and left her to soak. When she was rested she joined me in the lounge. She was very quiet. Eventually she started to talk again. She wanted to know if I had enjoyed the experience of watching her being gang raped. What could I say? I felt ashamed to say that the experience had left me with the biggest hard-on I'd ever had. For her part she admitted that she had enjoyed the first part – fucking the groom, and even the beginning of the gang rape scene, but by the time the fifth or sixth man started to fuck her she was numb and in real pain. 

She decided she wouldn't be doing any more shoots.

Seven days later we received a DVD through the door from Steve's studio. It was the final version of the gangbang film. 

We didn't watch it, 

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but maybe, one day I will.