0 comments/ 88156 views/ 8 favorites Fashion Photography By: Thabes Jerry watched as his wife Trina stopped the shower and reached out to grab a towel and wrap it around her honey blonde hair. Her firm breasts jutted out above her smooth, trim stomach as she lifted her arms to tie the end of the towel in a knot behind her head. Her nipples were erect, presented by the white triangles around them where her dark golden tan stopped. She stepped out of the shower, showing the lean muscles in her calf and thigh. "Oh crap," she yelped, pulling back behind the shower door when she noticed him. She stammered, "You scared the hell out of me!" Smiling at her husband, she relaxed and opened the door completely. "Like what you see?" She stepped out and pivoted smoothly in a complete twirl on one foot. Her breasts, unwilling to stop as she did, bounced a bit before settling back into their perfect placement. She put her hand on one hip as she thrust it to the side and dropped her other shoulder in a seductive pose, looking up at him and batting her eyes. "I do," he grinned, reaching for her. She spun away with a flirty giggle. "Save it, stallion," she teased. "You'll need to save all your strength for this afternoon." "What time are they expecting us?" he asked as he reached out and rubbed his hand across the tight skin above the swell of her buttocks. "Sarah said the party starts noon, but the celebration won't come until four." Jerry knew exactly what she meant. Last week, they had gone over to Mark and Sarah's house for dinner and a swim, but he had ended up sharing his wife with the couple in an intimate session by the pool. It had all started with a little fitness clothing show by the women and ended up with his wife ripping her shorts off and laying naked with Sarah at her chest and Mark down below. Thinking of that had made for a terrible week's productivity at work, but the weekend had finally arrived. Trina had gone shopping to replace the gauzy shorts Sarah had let her wear and rip apart that night. She refused to let Jerry see what she had purchased. He hoped this afternoon was going to be quite revealing. Jerry jumped into the shower, thinking of what might happen and trying desperately not to touch himself. When he had finished, he stepped out to find his wife already dressed. "Man," he exclaimed, seeing what she was wearing. "I hope none of the neighbors see us leave." His wife, usually casually dressed and sporty with in her fashion sense, was dressed in a new beige pleated skirt and matching halter that showed a lot more skin than she usually did outside the house. The halter ended mid-tummy and hugged her firm breasts to show every curve. She wasn't wearing a bra, as evident but the obvious bumps of her nipples beneath the soft fabric. The skirt fell to barely mid thigh, exposing their lean muscle while the two-inch beige pumps she wore accented the athletic cut of her calves. Being so tan, the beige was almost white against her skin. As usual, she wore very little makeup – a little blush, a little mascara, and a soft lipstick. Jerry throbbed as he stared at her. "Nice!" he exclaimed, motioning for her to turn around for him. She spun, causing the pleated skirt to spin out away from her legs. Her smooth buttocks flashed briefly as she faced away from him. "No panties?" he asked. She faced him and lifted her skirt to reveal a sheer thong that showed the shadow and crease of her cleft vividly. "Hardly any," she smiled, dropping the skirt as he reached for her. "Hurry and get ready. We're late." Jerry quickly dried off and threw on a pair of casual pants and collared shirt. "Who's going to be at the party?" he asked as he finished dressing. "Mostly Mark's co-workers," she answered, leaning over the counter as she checked her face. "This party is to celebrate one of their promotions. Not sure who, but I don't really care – as long as they don't stay too late." Jerry agreed as he brushed his hair. The last thing he wanted was a couple of drunk stragglers when he was looking forward to another evening like the previous one. Trina grabbed her two big-handled shopping bags of recent purchases and waited while Jerry grabbing the wine from the cellar. He eyed the bags when he returned, but she shook her head. "Not until later, tiger." He grinned, watching her butt sway in the short skirt as they walked out to the car. The party was already roaring by the time they arrived – two guys were arguing heatedly in the front yard while their wives and friends tried to calm them down. Jerry and Trina didn't recognize anyone as they made their way into the house. "JERRY!" Sarah yelled as she spotted him from the kitchen. "TRINA! Come on in! Just set that stuff down anywhere and join the party!" She ran forward and hugged Trina and then Jerry as close friends. Jerry set the four bottles of wine on the kitchen counter, but Trina leaned near Sarah and whispered something. "Oh," smiled Sarah. "You can put that in the bedroom for later." She tossed her head toward the hall and Trina marched off, swaying her hips and turning heads as she went. Sarah leaned forward to whisper to Jerry and the dress she was wearing opened enough for him to stare down between her huge breasts to her waist. "I've been waiting all week for this," she breathed closely, tickling his ear. "Me too," he stammered as she stepped away. They were interrupted by a graying woman in her mid-fifties asking for the bathroom. The woman was drunk and Sarah had to personally lead her to down the hall. Jerry watched as Sarah swished away in her mid-calf dress. Her slim hips and legs were obvious in the loose clingy sun dress, but she was hardly exposing herself the way his wife was. Strong hands clamped down on his shoulders and Jerry flinched with the sudden touch. "Jerry! Damn glad you could make it," Mark greeted him. "I was afraid after last week Sarah might have scared you away." "Nonsense," he replied, genuinely happy to see his friend. "It was a little shocking, but I completely enjoyed myself." He leaned toward Mark. "I think Trina did too." Mark laughed, a wholesome, hearty chuckle that made his friend smile. "Sarah can be a little aggressive at times, no? But, she always seems to get what we want in her end." He smiled, "I should thank you for not stopping us." Jerry nodded. "There was no way I was going to. I saw Trina's face and she wouldn't have stopped even if I'd demanded it." "Ah. True, my friend. I saw it too, and it would have frustrated Sarah. She would have stopped right away if you weren't interested. She likes you – a lot." Jerry blushed as Mark motioned towards the guest. "Come, let's mingle with the crowd while they are here. You have a lot of drinking to do to catch up to most of them." They dove into the crowd, Mark introducing him to so many people that Jerry couldn't remember any but the most engaging. They worked their way outdoors to the party that was going on by the pool. No one was swimming but a few groups were dangling their feet in the water as they sipped their drinks and talked. A sudden hush fell as Trina marched out of the house, swaying her hips seductively causing the short pleated skirt to flip up with each step, exposing her tanned thighs in brief flashes of skin. All the men stared as she crossed the patio and stepped up on the deck to join her husband. "Hey good lookin'," she smiled at Jerry giving him a kiss. Conversations started up slowly as the three began talking between themselves, but many of the men turned so they could stare at the tan blonde in the mini-skirt. One group of guys started nudging each other and glancing at her until a small scuffle broke out and Mark was forced to go and settle things down. "Jeez, honey," Jerry whispered to his wife. "You sure made an entrance." Trina blushed a little but raised her chin and stated confidently, "You're the only man I want to go home with." He smiled at her, reaching around to pat her bottom as he hugged her. He saw several envious looks in the faces of those who watched him embrace her. The party finally started winding down after another, more intense, fight broke out on the front lawn. From what gossip they were able to overhear, Jerry and Trina found out a guy had broken another guy's nose over the color of their cars. Trina held Jerry's hand as they joined Mark and Sarah in saying goodbye to the people who decided that was the end of the party. Afterward saying goodbye as the guests filed out, they locked up the front door and Sarah went to empty the trash while the three headed out to the pool to clean up. They found a couple of stragglers on the patio that were still discussing politics and seemed oblivious to the end of the party. "Jerry," Mark said as he approached their table. "I don't think you've met Michael and Troy." Jerry nodded to them as he was introduced, still holding Trina's hand. They didn't see him. They appeared to be absorbing the figure of his wife standing next to him, devouring her with their eyes in a cynical way that didn't seem anything like lust. Jerry could only compare it to an intense, professional admiration. Realizing their rudeness, they greeted him and his wife with friendly smiles. "Don't mind them," Mark laughed. "They're photographers and tend to look at people as subjects." "I'm sorry," the man introduced as Troy began. "Your companion here is quite stunning." He looked at her again and seemed to appraise her from forehead to foot in a long, critical gaze. "And very fit," Michael added, mimicking Troy's appraisal with a long look of his own up and down Trina. He stood and reached out a hand to Jerry, "Pleased to meet you," he said, smiling as he shook Jerry's hand with a firm grasp. "And you," he said to Trina, holding out his hand but only taking her fingers in his. Troy repeated the gesture and then they all sat around the table. "Oh good, you've met!" Sarah announced as she swished onto the patio. Jerry pulled his eyes from her swinging breasts as she sat between him and Mark. "Troy and Michael are two of my college buddies," she said. "I thought Trina might be interested in earning some extra money." Sarah caught Trina's embarrassed look and elaborated. "Sweety, they work for an international fitness magazine. I figured with all the effort you've been putting in recently to get yourself into the 'hard-body' category, you might enjoy being recognized for your success." She said it so matter-of-factly that Jerry found himself nodding his head in agreement. Mark also agreed, saying, "You definitely took my co-workers by storm when you walked out. I'm sure they'll be talking about 'that hot blonde babe that strutted out' all next week." He nudged Jerry with his foot under the table, "And that lucky bastard that she was clinging to will be the only talk around the water cooler with the women." Jerry couldn't help it – he blushed a charming shade of red at the indirect praise. It didn't help that both Trina and Sarah lightly squeezed his thighs under the table at the same moment. He felt himself stir at the intimate touches in front of the men. "Indeed, Trina. Have you ever thought of modeling?" Troy asked casually as he sipped his margarita. Trina looked a little flushed as she felt the attention of her friends and the stranger settle upon her. She smiled at Troy, noting his rugged good looks as she addressed him. "I could never do that!" "Oh nonsense," Sarah chided. "You are the hottest girl I've ever seen." She leaned forward over the table and whispered loudly, "And, I've seen ALL of you." At her friend's statement, Trina turned a deep red (hardly noticeable through her tan) and glanced at the two handsome new men to see if they caught the meaning. They both smiled earnestly, waiting for her. Mark added, "I would love to have a poster of you in my garage; maybe a calendar of 'Fitness Foxes' with you as the model for every month." Trina looked around the table, from face to face to face, all staring intently at her. As her eyes met her husbands, she paused and asked, "What do you think, honey?" "I think it would be great for you," Jerry replied, reaching under the table to squeeze her knee. "You have been spending a lot of time and effort turning your body into what it is. You are sexier than any aerobics instructor I've ever seen, and you might even start a career." Trina looked down at her lap for a moment, seeing the beige skirt in contrast against her tan thighs. "I don't know," she said after a moment. "What would I wear?" "Why, exactly what you brought, silly!" Sarah exclaimed with a laugh. "Oh, no! Sarah, I couldn't!" "But why not," Sarah asked with nearly passable innocence. "Because!" She looked again at the two handsome men. She leaned forward to address Sarah personally across the table, something which wasn't possible in the close seating of the group. "Sarah, they're too revealing," she whispered. "I just couldn't!" Mark chuckled and glanced at Jerry. The two strangers smiled and shook their heads. "Trina," Michael offered. "I have some outfits in my car that you might wear. They are sexy, but not more revealing than what you are wearing." Sarah grinned and stood from the table. "Nonsense! She brought her own. Come on, girl! Let's go pick something out." She grabbed Trina's hand and pulled her up to lead her across the patio to the house. "You guys can set up," she called over her shoulder. Both Troy and Michael stood and walked across the lawn to the side of the house... "She certainly has the figure..." "And the beauty... And with that even bronze tan..." "She doesn't have any bulk but her muscle tone and definition is fantastic..." The two strode out of earshot as Jerry looked at Mark. "You planned this?" Jerry asked. "Sarah," Mark replied. "But, they really are Sarah's friends from college and professionals. And, Trina does look great. She could make a lot of money." "As a pin-up," Jerry said, shaking his head. "As a model," Mark corrected. "She's the perfect model for promoting fitness, good-living, even sports wear. Did you see the way they were looking at her boobs? Bet they thought they were fake. For such a lean body, your wife sure has a full rack!" Jerry laughed, meeting his friends eyes. "You should talk!" Mark laughed, picturing Sarah. "She's got melons. They aren't in the same category as your wife's. Man, Trina's nipples are perfect! Long, pronounced, and centered perfectly within her quarter-sized areolas ... Oh, sorry," he finished, seeing Jerry's embarrassment at the intimate talk of his wife. "I thought it would just be us again," Jerry admitted. "Why do you think it won't be?" Mark asked. Jerry shrugged. "If my wife posed for your camera in a fitness outfit like last weekend, could you keep yourself professional?" "No. But if other people were there, like we are tonight, I don't think I could make advances." "We'll see," Jerry said, picturing his wife from the last weekend, thrusting her hips up at Mark's mouth. Michael and Troy came back around the corner carrying several duffels, a couple of light stands, and two tripods. They quickly assembled the stands and then had Mark and Jerry move the deck furniture to have a lounge and two chairs as the center furniture for the shots while they set up their cameras. They attached two expensive digital cameras on the tripods and moved them apart for different angles. After fifteen minutes, the stage was set and they fiddled with the lighting. It was a yellow-golden light instead of the bright white Jerry expected. When he tipped his head to consider it, Troy spoke up. "With your wife's dark tan, white lights would shade her, making the background stand out as bright while her skin tone was subdued. The saffron gels will make her skin glow and subdue the background." Jerry nodded, thinking only of his wife posing under the elaborate lighting. When all was set, the four men settled back at the patio table and Mark started pouring rounds of tequila. On the third round, Sarah came out wearing a lime-green two-piece swimsuit that barely covered her breasts and crotch. Her erect nipples were clearly visible poking out against the fabric, as were the contours of her mound and cleft. "Gentlemen, and gentlemen," she announced, flourishing her arms with a dramatic pose that made her breasts bounce. One nipple actually popped out of her suit to the side of its strap. She didn't seem to notice. "May I present the next 'Fitness Female of the Century!'" Jerry's wife stepped out. Trina was wearing the same outfit, but the difference was dramatic. Her narrow tan lines were barely concealed beneath the thin strips covering her nipples and crotch. Her erect nipples stood out proudly as she strutted forward, bouncing her breasts with each step. As she approached the set the guys had arranged for her, she calmly knelt and sat on the edge of the lounge between the two chairs. Mark and Jerry were fixated on her breasts but Michael and Troy admired her only briefly before setting their tripod cameras to auto-capture. Each of them picked up a hand-held digital camera and began snapping. "Wow!" Mark said softly glancing at Jerry. "See what I mean? Sarah's hot, but Trina? Whew!" Jerry had to admit that his wife was stunning. She had applied a lot more makeup than usually – deep blue-gray eye-shadow that really accented her green eyes, her thick long lashes coated with black mascara. Her full lips were a bright pink that really contrasted with the suit. She did look like a pin-up. Sarah joined the men watching Trina sit demurely and smile at the cameras. "Come on, babe! Show some energy," Sarah coached. Jerry looked down at Sarah beside him and noticed right away that her nipple was still exposed. He avoided calling attention to it for fear of making her conceal it and focused back on his wife as she turned to the side and stretched one leg out back behind her. The profile of her exposed buttock was perfect as it slid down to the curve of her thigh and then down to the ridge of her calf muscle. She wasn't flexing, but her muscle tone was clearly defined by the lighting against the background of the pool. She turned and moved several times as the two men took pictures. "I'm hot," Sarah whispered to Jerry as she leaned close to him. He looked down and caught her tweaking her exposed nipple, pulling it gently as the photographers clicked away behind them. "Me too," Jerry breathed, watching her fingers toy with the hard nubbin. He looked up to see his wife leaning over the base of the lounge with her rear toward the cameras. Click, click. The cameras caught every curve of her ass as the tiny thong bottom flashed in the light. "Okay," Sarah announced, stepping away from Jerry and covering her hardened nipple. "Wardrobe change!" Trina looked flushed as she stood from the lounge and followed the bouncing Sarah back across the patio and into the house. All of the men's eyes were riveted on her bouncing buttocks as she playfully strutted away. Jerry turned to the photographers and noticed they too looked a little flushed. They were busying themselves with camera memory card changing and again fiddling with the lights. After several moments, they all headed back to the table to the side for more shots. After only two, the girls returned. Sarah stepped out again, elaborately playing her part of announcer. She was now wearing a pink tube top that was pulled tightly across her massive chest and the same thin pair of gauzy shorts that she had loaned Trina the week before. Since they weren't wet, they weren't transparent, but Jerry flushed with the memory of his wife wearing the same thing after soaking it in the pool. Fashion Photography "Gentlemen and gentlemen," she proclaimed, again with the flourish of her arms. "May I present the 'Fitness Female of the Millennia!'" Trina stepped out of the house and Mark groaned. She was wearing a suit that looked like three silver diamonds on her front – one on each breast barely covering the nipples and one snugged up against her crotch. Though not transparent, the width of the silver patches was so narrows that nearly all of her tan lines were showing. Fine spaghetti strings held the tiny patches in place – one from the top of each breast that tied behind her neck and one from the bottom of each breast that attached at her crotch to hold its little flap in place. From her ribcage to ankle, only her smooth, uninterrupted skin was visible. Jerry felt himself grow hot. This was it. She was as naked as she could be without showing anything truly intimate. If there was any other outfit left, it would have to expose something. As if sensing his disbelief, Trina turned about slowly on the patio. As she faced away from them, her buttocks, back and everything else came into view. Only one tiny spaghetti string ran up from the crack of her butt to tie at her neck with the other two strings. Completely naked. Jerry looked at Michael, who had started to stand but stopped as she showed her back side. Troy was also paused in the act of pushing himself away from the table. Mark had a big grin on his face, but didn't dare take his eyes off the tan goddess exposing herself. Jerry turned back as Trina completed her turn and calmly walked back to the lounge to resume the photo shoot. Troy and Michael seemed to realize their lapse at the same time and both jumped up to start the tripod cameras and grab their hand-helds at the same time. "More like it, eh boys?" Sarah taunted as she strode up to stand beside Jerry and watch her friend pose. "Kinda takes your breath away." Troy stepped forward with his camera to get close-ups. "Throw your shoulder back, dear," he said as Trina twisted her knees to her right. She did as he told her and pulled her left shoulder behind her, which lifted her breast up for the camera. The tiny outfit strained against the movement and dimpled the firm skin of her breast along the thin string. Her hard nipple tented at the fabric, pushing against the taut material. "That's it, baby," Troy continued. "Now, throw your leg behind you and lift your chin like you were getting ready to lift the world with it." He knelt and clicked. Trina again did as she was told, lifting her chin and pulling her left leg under and then stretching it out behind her in a long leggy profile. Her chest thrust out further and the tension on the strings pulled the tiny patch partially exposed between her legs into the folds they covered. More of the white skin there was exposed as the side of the patch sank into her. "Oh, that's perfect, dear," Troy assured her as he snapped picture after picture. "Now, turn and face your stretched leg so we can get the other side of you." She turned her head to the left and twisted her torso to face the camera, leaving her right leg planted and rotating her left leg toe up. The tendon from her inner thigh stood out, pointing directly to her crotch where the tiny fabric was still struggling to cover her. "Fantastic, babe," soothed Troy. "Now, lift your chin and throw your shoulders back." She followed his direction and raised her face to the sky while arching her back to put her shoulders behind her. As her breasts stretched against the fabric of the outfit, the patch between her legs was pulled even tighter against her now opened cleft and sank deeply into the folds to expose her outer lips on both sides. She didn't seem to notice as she held the pose, nipples sticking out like little fingers against the thin material covering them. "Michael," Troy said softly as he clicked more pictures of the beautiful woman exposing herself. "How about you join her for some coed fitness shots." He continued snapping photos without waiting to see if Michael had heard him. The other photographer quickly set his camera aside and pulled off his shirt. He was definitely cut and Jerry couldn't help but admire and envy the six-pack he had hidden underneath. Jerry was a little taken back when Michael dropped his pants, revealing a man's pouch thong that barely held what was obviously a huge package. Without waiting for approval, Michael moved around them and stepped quietly behind Trina's lounge. Trina was still following the directions Troy was providing and didn't notice as Michael behind her. "That's great, dear. Now, bring your feet together in front of you." Click, click. "Yes. You're a natural, baby. You look great! Okay, now relax your legs a little and lean forward." The material between her legs was still embedded in her sex as she leaned forward and smiled at Troy. Her breasts touched together and her nipples cast long shadows from the camera lights shining down. Click, click. "Okay now, dear. Let's try you with another model." Michael stepped forward and placed his hand on her right shoulder. She jumped, glancing first at his face, then trailing her look down his naked chest and torso to finally pause at his bulging crotch. She was like a deer in headlights, staring at the large bulge like it would disappear if she looked away. She flushed as the moment dragged on and her eyes caught the pulsing throb as his penis bobbed under the sheer cloth. "Trina," Troy interrupted, calling her attention back to her setting. "Just relax. Bring your right knee up and rest your elbow on it. That's it, now rest the side of your head on your hand like you were comfortable." She did so, though stiffly as she was aware of the nearly naked man to her side. Michael lifted his hand and placed it on her left shoulder, letting his fingers trail down over her bare collar-bone. "Too stiff Michael," Troy said. "Try sitting behind her." Michael straddled the lounge and sat directly behind her. His thighs rubbed against her buttocks and thighs on both sides. "That's it," Troy approved. "Now, lay back against him, like you were on the beach watching the water." Trina paused, then seemed to confirm something within herself as she relaxed and lay back against his hard chest. She could feel his throbbing member poke against her back, but he didn't adjust himself so she didn't think she was hurting him. The material at her crotch slid higher as she leaned back, pulling the string from behind up into her sex. Her inner folds separated around it in an intimate display of her treasure. "Oh, man," Sarah breathed, watching her friend relax against the hard-body of the stud. "I can't stand this!" She stepped forward into the light and knelt down in from of Trina. Putting a palm on each knee, she slowly opened the beautiful legs and leaned forward. Mark took his wife's cue and stepped into the light to take a seat in the chair to the left of the threesome. He reached out and gently stroked his hand across the hardened nipple that strained against the fabric. He watched as his wife deftly licked along the sides of Trina's exposed shaven mound where her tan ended and only virgin skin showed. At the same time, Michael reached down and grabbed a firm grip on her remaining breast and massaged it, leaning forward to kiss her on the forehead. Trina jumped at each touch – not away, but toward the pressure, flexing her legs and abdomen to lift her hips toward Sarah's softly probing tongue, then arching her back to meet the rubbing of Mark's hand against one nipple and the firm hold of Michael's warm hand on the other breast. She felt Michael release his hold and reach behind her head to pull the thin tie that bound her suit together. The tension caused the breast flaps to flip down over Sarah's head and she pulled them off and away from Trina's body, slipping the string through the crack of her ass and away. Troy continued snapping pictures, moving closer and taking different angles, from above, from below, and both sides. Jerry just stood and watched, stunned that his wife would do this in front of two complete strangers, yet understanding that the other two had already been intimate with them. He relaxed at last and, smiling, watched his wife squirm under the attention of six probing hands. Mark stood and went to the table to grab the baby oil. Instead of stepping back to Trina, he moved behind his wife and gently tugged the gauzy thin white shorts down to her knees. She lifted one for him and he was able to pull it from underneath, stretching it until it came off. He stood and removed his pants and underwear, his thick tool bouncing free in the air above her. Taking the oil in one hand, and holding himself steady with the other, he squirted a liberal amount over himself, letting it drip down to her ass and trickle down her crack as he rubbed it over his erection. Then, kneeling, he pushed the head of his throbbing member against her asshole and slowly sank deeply into her. Sarah moaned, one long, steady moan, as he stretched her puckered anus and filled her completely. She pushed back against his hips as he bottomed out. He started a slow steady pace while Sarah resumed her lapping at Trina's engorged sex. Michael's hands had covered both her breasts, and their rough warmth on her bare chest and sensitive nipples was exquisite. He rubbed and pulled, pushed and tweaked, in rhythm to the thrusting of Mark's hips and the long licks of Sarah's wet tongue. She was quickly reaching orgasm, and she cried out as the spasms forced her hips off the lounge. Sarah could feel Trina's eruption, and clamped her hands down on her hips to continue her oral assault on the sweet shaven pussy. She licked and sucked on the labia, thrust her pointed tongue deep into her hole, and then came up to lightly flick the swollen clitoris that was poking out from its hood. Then, she repeated the process, and again, still holding her hips down as Trina bucked and pushed against her restraining lovers. Mark continued tweaking and pulling but with enough force that Trina's shoulders were pinned through the long, extended ride. Sarah couldn't get enough of Trina's sweet sex. She had already come twice from her husband's ass pounding and was on her way to a third orgasm. But she continued licking and sucking Trina's now gaping vagina. As Trina settled down from her intense orgasm, Sarah lifted her knees and Michael stood to hold them as she began licking and probing Trina's little asshole with her tongue and rubbing her buttocks with her hands. As Trina finally relaxed, enjoying the anal tonguing her friend was giving her, she opened her eyes to find she was staring straight up at Michael's thick and still throbbing bulge. Michael was holding the goddesses knees in front of him and watching Sarah lick and rub her from asshole to clitoris in an amazing frenzy that didn't seem to end. He jumped when he felt the hand on his balls, but smiled when he looked down and met the eyes of the blonde beauty that held him. She was completely lost to the lust and had a glazed look in her eyes and a lazy smile on her face as she found the leg opening and pulled the pouch material to the side. He sprang out and bobbed as her hand came up and gently cupped his bare balls. She wrapped her long fingers around his shaft and pulled and tugged along it while gently pinching and pulling on his sack. He felt his knees go weak, staring down at her beautiful chest with their incredibly long nipples and puffed areola that begged to be sucked. Her grip suddenly grew stronger, nearly scaring him. He glanced up to see that Mark had moved away and Sarah had sat up to replace her mouth with gently probing fingers. Mark squeezed oil over Trina's crotch, soaking her on the outside to match the wetness inside. Sarah then gently pushed the little finger of one hand into the sexy blonde's asshole while the other hand had two fingers curled up inside her sex and the thumb lightly brushing against the engorged clitoris. He watched as Sarah replaced her little finger with her thumb, and then with two fingers as Trina relaxed and enjoyed the sensations. The hands on Michael's cock left briefly to dip in the oil that covered her abdomen. When they came back, they began a steady greasy, sliding rhythm to match Sarah's pistoning fingers in her asshole. Trina was quickly coming close to another orgasm. Jerry had played with her asshole before, but it had never felt this good. With a beautiful big cock in one hand and the sexy swollen balls of the hunk in her other, Sarah's steady in, out.. in, out.. in, out.. was powerfully stimulating. And with the fingers tickling her G-Spot and rubbing her clitoris at the same time... It was too much and she started screaming. "Oh, YEAH, baby! Fuck me hard! Ungh yeah! Push them deep!" She started whipping her hand up and down Michael's cock faster and firmer with each of Sarah's thrusts. He felt himself pass the point of no return and squirted his first hot, thick stream of come over Trina's chest. As it landed, she screamed, "Oh yeah! Uuunnnngggggg!!" She arched her back, completely throwing Sarah back and clamped firmly on Michael's throbbing cock. Jerry nearly came in his pants, watching his wife hit two hard orgasms back to back without even being fucked. He had never brought her off that hard, ever. And she was still horny! He looked at Mark, who sat completely spent on the grass with a big smile on his face as he watched his wife bring Trina to another massive orgasm. Troy, who was still holding his camera, was beating off with the other hand, occasionally clicking a picture. Trina, still recovering from her pleasure, realized that she might be hurting Michael and released his purple cock which she had squeezed shut mid orgasm. He sat down on the lounge above her head with a sigh. She rolled over, laying on her tummy and looking up into his eyes. She ran her fingers lightly over his washboard stomach, and lightly gripped his softening cock. With a coy little grin, she leaned forward and engulfed him in her mouth. He moaned softly as she slowly slid her lips up and down around his shaft, pushing her head down to feel him deep in her throat and then swallowing. She pulled him out of her mouth, licked up and down the shaft to his balls a couple of times, and then buried him deep in her throat again. He laid back, in heaven. Mark and Sarah had recovered, and each of them took a side beside Trina's stretched out form. Sarah quickly slid a finger into Trina's ass, causing the blonde to lift her hips and tuck her knees under her so that she was spread completely open with her ass in the air. Jerry could see his wife's swollen labia dangling down between her spread thighs like earlobes. He watched as Mark gently tugged on them, stroking her back and buttocks with his other hand while his wife continued plunging her fingers into Trina's asshole. Unable to take any more, Jerry dropped his pants and moved Sarah out of the way. He placed one foot on either side of the lounge, placed the head of his cock against Trina's puckered asshole, and steadily pushed. He was surprised when he slid a third of the way in without any complaint. Trina moaned around Michael's cock, but pushed her hips back against her husband's intrusion. He pushed forward more and sank deeper. Trina let the warm cock slip out of her mouth as she felt her backside fill with a hard penis. It felt so good after all the stimulation. The fat, hard cock seemed to fill her completely yet kept pushing deeper inside. "Oh, push it in, baby! MMmm," she moaned sitting back and feeling her vagina touch his balls. "Aaahhh, yeesssss!" Jerry had never felt such pleasure – the warm confine of her backside was tighter than he had dreamed of, and the friction was nearly unbearable. He slowly withdrew, leaving only the tip of his swollen cock in the tiny grip. He felt Sarah's fingers grope at his ball-sack as he plunged himself deeply into his wife's ass. "OH GAWD!" Trina cried as his balls slapped against her gaping sex and she felt Sarah's fingers follow to dip into her hole. The intense moment and the voyeur lead-in were too much for Jerry and he lunged his hips hard against her buttocks and gushed his seed. He stroked in and out of her in small short bursts as the spasms of his powerful orgasm flowed. Sarah's loving fingers lightly tugged on his scrotum as he relaxed and gently withdrew himself to collapse on the lawn. Looking up at the sky, he had never felt so peaceful, so fulfilled. The effects of the booze and the most fantastic orgasm of his life must have made him drowse momentarily, for when he looked up, he saw that Michael had scooted his body down the lounge and Trina was face-down spread-eagle sandwiched between him and Troy. Each man was pounding away at his respective holes with a steady rhythm that see-sawed in and out of her like pistons. Trina was mumbling incoherently as she experienced another first time sexual encounter and a steady stream of fire-cracker orgasms. The two cocks continued their steady motion as Jerry faded off to sleep with a smile on his face . . .