0 comments/ 114916 views/ 16 favorites Photo Opp By: litman2 My wife Debbie and I had been married for over 20 years. During that time, my blonde haired, blue-eyed beauty had only become more beautiful. Debbie's long hair was now down to the small of her back. Her waist was still small and her butt was nice and full. Breasts were a perfect, firm handful of 34-C's. Yes, I know it's hard to believe that at 42 years old her tits were firm – but they were. OK, blonde clichés, here they come. Debbie was a little airy between the ears. Some would consider her a bit (or a lot) naïve. I adored her nonetheless. She was a fantastic mom to our kids (PTA, community volunteer, etc.) and a gracious host to our friends. She was definitely a help to my career opportunities too. Don't kid yourselves, having a beauty for a wife tends to curry favor amongst the rich and famous (and horny). To my knowledge, Debbie had only had one sexual partner before we were married. A boyfriend that she really liked, but who was too immature to know what he had. I met her when she was 19 and got married a couple of years later. Here comes another cliché, we had great sex (at least I thought so) almost everyday for the first 10 years we were together. Great sex included oral sex (I like giving almost as much as receiving), multiple positions, facials, tit fucking and even anal (once-she hated it). She was into trying a lot of things to try and please me. What a gal! Then came the kids. OK, I absolutely love my kids. But let's face it: they put a huge damper on the sexual part of the husband and wife relationship. Sex became almost non-existent for a while which led to or was caused by other relationship issues. We almost split. But after some counseling and a big effort on our parts, we managed to stay together, though sex became far less fun for me than before our troubles. She no longer gave or wanted oral sex. She only allowed sex about 3 times a month and forget the tit fucking and facials. It just wasn't going to happen. One of the things the counselor suggested was that we go back to being more open and explorative of each other's sexuality. My wife was pretty uncomfortable with that because she was having some bad "body image" feelings after having the kids. A little sag here, less tone there. No big deal for me, but significant for her. I thought that if I got out my expensive digital photography equipment and took some pictures of her, she would see the beauty I see and get over her insecurity. I told her that we'd only take pictures that she was OK with. She was a pretty conservative to start with. Pretty much stuck to church clothes. After she saw the first set of pictures, she had to acknowledge that she looked good. I was then able to coax her to start showing a little more of her beauty and focusing less on the clothing. The next set had her in summer dresses, skirts & blouses. The pictures looked good. It was quite a step forward for her and her body image, but she was still kind of nervous about them. However, I continued to gently encourage her to display a bit more of her body in the next set of pictures. First, I had her leave her bra off while wearing the same summer outfits. That looked sexy, but not too revealing. Next came the shorter skirts. Next were thong panties instead of her regular type. She was starting to get into this. It took me quite a while, but finally I got her to wear a bathing suit for a picture set. However, she chose a one piece while I was hoping for a bikini. Well, one step at a time. I bought her another one-piece bathing suit that was getting more risqué. It was skin toned with a very narrow strip of fabric covering her pussy and was very high cut on the legs. The suit's cut required Debbie to shave her blonde pussy hair everywhere except for where the narrow strip of fabric covered. Her pussy itself had to be completely shaved. The top of the suit had a very deep "v" down to her navel and the sides of her breasts were prominently displayed both in the cleavage area and on the sides. She looked HOT. She suggested that we take some shots of the two of us together. We started with some embracing, kissing and cuddling shots. Each time I set up the self-timer and jumped into the picture. The resulting photos were not the greatest. Some were a little out of focus. Others were not centered particularly well. In general, they all looked "posed" and neither of us was too happy with them. Debbie really wanted some "couples" shots though and she asked if I had a friend that could work the camera while we posed. My dirty mind was disappointed because I thought that by doing all the camera work myself, Debbie would eventually agree to some nudes and possibly some "action" shots of the two of us. I really didn't think she'd even consider this if another person were in the room. So I told Debbie that I couldn't think of anyone. However, she immediately said that John would probably be willing and able to help us out. She asked me to contact him about doing a shoot at our house on Saturday night since our kids were going to be at her folk's house all weekend. John was one of my best friends. He and I played golf together regularly and generally got along in everything we do. John was not married but had a reputation as being quite a ladies' man. Debbie liked him and I thought that I could sense some chemistry between them when I'd see Debbie with him. A couple of years ago I mentioned the chemistry thing to her, but she said that she and John were just like brother and sister. Knowing John, I had my doubts that he viewed Debbie as a sister. I let Debbie know that I'd contact John to see if he'd be able to join us this Saturday evening for some photography. When I told John what we were looking for and that Debbie would be in a bathing suit, he eagerly agreed to help us out. Debbie seemed very pleased and said that she was looking forward to Saturday night. Saturday rolled around and Debbie was out shopping for most of the day. When she got home she said that she had some surprises for me. She had bought a couple of bikinis and some very short and loose fitting sun dresses. I asked her to model them for me, but she told me to wait until tonight. John arrived at around 8:00 p.m. and checked-out the setting for the shoot. We had chosen our guest bedroom because it was large, had a king-size bed and plenty of room to move around. John went out to get some additional photo equipment (lighting, etc.) and went to the room to set-up. Debbie and I waited for him in the living room and when he came down, we shared a few glasses of wine and some conversation before getting started with the shoot at around 9. Debbie started with one of her older, but short sundresses. She wanted me in shorts and a loose summer shirt. Her sundress was not very revealing under normal circumstances, but she had to be careful when sitting to not give onlookers a beaver shot and when she bent over, the dress revealed a pretty good amount of her firm tits. However, because she considered John a brother, she didn't seem concerned by these things at all while John was taking pictures. I wanted to get some good, revealing pictures while I had the chance. So when we started with the couple shots, I made sure that I "accidentally" pulled Debbie's dress up a bit to give a clear shot for John to get her thong and butt. In other poses, I tried to make sure that there were maximum breast shots showing. After a handful of shots, Debbie wanted to change into another of her outfits and I went to upload the images to my computer. Unfortunately, John had barely got any of the revealed panties or tits into the pictures. Debbie came back into the room wearing an eye-popping bikini. It was like tiny strips of material covering her tits, ass-crack and pussy. The swelling in my shorts had to be noticeable. Of course, this also made the mind below my belt take over all thinking for me. I wanted the accidental oops in the pictures to be even hotter. I brought more wine into the room and we relaxed and talked over several more glasses. While doing the cuddling and embracing poses, it was real easy to have her tits pop into plain view and I was hoping that John would get the shots. Unfortunately, I think John's focal lens was below his belt too. I checked his sweat pants and sure enough, his package had swelled. The resulting photos were pathetic and unrevealing. Barely a single nipple came into view. Debbie acted embarrassed about showing John her tits and with the x-rated poses I was having her do. However, she was happy that none of the pictures were too revealing (I was not showing her any of the hot pictures.) I wanted to see more in the pictures though. I decided that good pictures were only going to happen if I took them. Debbie asked if I meant to have her and John be a couple in the pictures. My dick did my talking for me and told John to give me the camera and get into the picture. I told Debbie that it would just be like being a model or actress and that she should really get into the role. John took this as permission to get really bold with Debbie. He was constantly brushing her tits and crotch. He was nibbling on her neck and caressing high up her thighs. Her tits kept popping out of her suit, often into John's hands. And John's sweat pants were showing the very clear outline of a large, erect cock. Initially, Debbie was resisting John's activities. She was constantly brushing his hands away and readjusting her bathing suit to cover herself. After about 10 minutes, her efforts become less and she was just going with the flow. I was taking shot after shot of Debbie's tits in John's hands. What I didn't notice right away was Debbie's hand in John's pants and on his cock. When I saw this, I decided to take a chance and see if I could get some actual porn shots. I told John to remove his pants. When his big cock popped-out, Debbie gasped. It was a couple of inches longer and a bit thicker than my cock – and hard as a rock. I told Debbie to get on her knees in front of John. She acted reluctant, but I told her that she would not actually be sucking John's cock; she was to just let him put his cock in but not close her lips around it. Of course, it didn't work that way. John moved up to Debbie's face and was acting very clumsy about positioning his cock. He was rubbing his cock all over Debbie's face and lips. When he finally put it into her mouth, he was trying to find friction in her mouth any way he could get it. First he was moving it back and forth over her tongue. Next he was pushing against the inside of her cheeks making them bulge out with the outline of his cock head. After a minute or so, Debbie's mouth became fatigued from staying open so long and her lips closed around John's cock. Now my wife was sucking my friend's cock right before my eyes. I wasn't sure that this was what I wanted. It was very hot and my cock was hard as a rock, but she was my wife and it wasn't my cock between her lips. John was now holding Debbie's head and pumping his cock in and out of her mouth. Debbie looked conflicted about it. She wasn't panicking or pulling back, but she didn't look completely comfortable with it either. I decided to intervene. I told John to step back and that we were going to take a short break from the photo shoot. Reluctantly, John pulled his cock out of my wife's mouth. Debbie and I went to the kitchen to get some more wine. She was apologizing for closing her lips around John's cock, but said that her jaw was too tired to keep her mouth open and that John just kept pumping forward into her mouth. I pulled her to me and gave her a deep French kiss. I could taste John's cock and pre-cum on her lips and tongue. I told her that it was OK and that it looked really hot. I said that she was being a great model and actress. She was grateful that I wasn't mad and wanted to be cooperative. After sharing some more wine with John, we returned to the photo shoot. Debbie and John began cuddling and caressing each other again until John returned to fully erect. John had also successfully pulled her tits out of her suit and was caressing her pussy under her suit. Debbie was becoming quite flush and was obviously horny. John was able to pull the strings holding her bikini bottom and it slipped right off her. Debbie was now bottomless and her tits were hanging out of the sides of her top. The soft wisps of blonde pubic hair above her bare swollen pussy made for quite a hot photo. I had another hot idea. I told Debbie and John that I wanted to have him put his cock just at the entrance of her pussy for a really sexy set of shots. The combination of the wine, Debbie's horniness and her desire to please me had her being agreeable to this. I had Debbie lie on her back and John get above her while straddling her right thigh. I positioned myself on Debbie's left side and was very close to her pussy. I wanted to get some good close-ups of John's cock at the entrance to my wife's pussy. John leaned forward touching the tip of his cock to Debbie's pussy lips. I spread her lips apart so that the cock head could be right at the opening to her vagina. The photos began. I had John move a little this way and a little that way. He was leaning over and holding himself up while keeping his cock at the entrance to my wife's pussy. Some of his cock head had slipped in, but most of his cock was still visible. I was inches away from Debbie's pussy. I had never been so close to a man's cock before. It looked slick and hard. Suddenly, the hand holding John up slipped and his big cock completely disappeared into Debbie's pussy. Debbie let out a huge gasp and moaned. She had never had such a big cock in her before. John began to apologize, but I said, "Well, since you're in there, let me get some pictures from behind." John was repositioning himself for the new camera angles but couldn't resist pumping my wife's pussy while moving. Again, I was having second thoughts about this, but was also hard as a nail. I figured I'd get some more shots, and then stop this before it turned into a full-blown fucking. I moved between their legs and tried to get as close as possible with the camera. My camera had a real short lens, so I could get right up to the action. While John was gently pumping, his balls would brush against my forehead, but he didn't stop. I think he was starting to no longer care whether I wanted him to fuck my wife or not – he was too far-gone for that. John kept pumping in and out of my wife while I was still taking pictures. Debbie was moaning and humping him back. She was beyond caring and her animalistic feelings had taken over. All of a sudden, John said that he was going to cum. Debbie said "NO! Don't get me pregnant!" His semen had already started to pump into her though. He pulled out and kept shooting his jism all over her bare pussy lips and blonde pussy hair. It all happened so fast that I wasn't able to move from my position between their legs with my face just inches from Debbie's pussy. As John pulled back, his slimy, cum-covered cock dragged across my forehead and hair leaving trails of cum dripping down my face. Now I was facing my wife's cum covered pussy and I could see some cum between her pussy lips. Debbie looked down at me and her pussy and she also saw the cum between her pussy lips -- and she panicked. She said, "Oh my god, his cum is inside me! I'll get pregnant! Ken, quick. Suck the cum out of my pussy before it gets me pregnant!" I said, "You want me to suck John's cum?" She said that we had to deal with it immediately and I was the only one in position to do it. Well, with a hard cock and a full bottle of wine in me, I still wasn't thinking too clearly. I just leaned forward and began to lick and suck on Debbie's pussy. I had occasionally tasted traces of cum on my wife's lips and tongue after a blowjob years ago, but I had never had full mouthfuls of cum like now. And, it was another man's cum. A man who had just received a blowjob and who had just fucked my wife! While I had my face in my wife's sloppy pussy, John climbed back onto Debbie and began kissing her. His legs were straddling her lower torso. As he slid down to kiss her, his crotch again was at my forehead. When he felt my face against his balls, he sat up and turned around on Debbie's body. His cock was now laying about 1 inch from my mouth as I was slurping up his cum from my wife's pussy. He said "Hey man, why don't you clean me up too?" I was shocked. My friend, whose cum I was forced to lick up by my wife, now wanted me to lick his cock?! I asked him why did he think I'd do something like that? He said that I was already drinking his cum, and that a little more wouldn't hurt. My wife then said, "Yeh honey. Go ahead. I'd like to see you do it. I've never seen a man with another man's cock in his mouth. I think it would be really sexy!" I was still very reluctant. John started pushing his cock against my face. Debbie slid from underneath us and moved to the side to watch me suck John's cock. She grasped John's cock and began wiping it across my lips. She said, "Come on honey. Do it for me. Pleeease!" So I opened up and the first cock ever slid into my mouth. Just like he did with my wife, John held onto the side of my head and began pumping my face and using my mouth like it was a vagina. Debbie was staring at me while John kept pumping my mouth. She said that my lips around his cock looked like pussy lips when a cock is in a pussy. She said, "Ooh, it looks so sexy seeing you with your pussy lips around a cock! I can't wait to see him cum in your mouth!" My eyes got wide, but I couldn't respond because John was still holding my head in place while fucking my face. Debbie grabbed my hard cock and said, "Oh look, you really like sucking cock. You're hard as a rock!" After what seemed like forever, John started saying that he was going to cum in my mouth. Soon he made good on his promise. I felt his cock start to pulse and the hot salty cum was hitting the back of my mouth. He pulled back and spurted several more shots of cum onto my face then pushed his cock back into my mouth. I looked up to see Debbie taking pictures. After this humiliating experience, I was still left with a hard-on. Debbie took sympathy and began to suck me off. As she was doing it, she started playing with my ass. After a few minutes, she started sliding a couple of fingers in my ass. Well, I went off like a cannon into Debbie's mouth. After my cock deflated, Debbie slid up and kissed me passionately. More cum in my mouth. This was getting to be a habit. Debbie said that if I liked the fingers in my ass that I might like a cock in there too. She asked John if he wanted to volunteer to "fill" that need. I protested, but John said that perhaps another time he'd be "up" for the job. I rolled my eyes and kissed Debbie again. As I again tasted the cum in her mouth and felt the slight burn in my throat from drinking John's cum, I was wondering what I had created with this photo opp. I suppose I'll find out soon. Look for more of the story later, but vote now! Thanks! Photo Opportunity Janey was one of those girls who everyone knew and liked. By the age of 23 she was an expert at being 'average' in just about everything she tried. She was also an average looking girl in an average house with an average income. Janey hated herself. Although not bad looking, she hadn't had a boyfriend for nine months and she felt her life was going downhill fast. Just when life was at its lowest, she was flicking through the local newspaper and saw an advert for a short evening course in photography at the local college. For no apparent reason, Janey decided that she'd like to give it a try. Three weeks later, Janey was sitting in the classroom with about 15 other people, none of whom wanted to look anyone else in the eye. Everyone was nervous and shy. Janey had dressed as usual in her black jeans and red jumper than showed off her slim figure. The first evening went well enough and she was interested enough to go back for week two. By week five she was learning a lot about lighting, film speed and all the other technical issues and she was actually enjoying herself. Although a few people on the course had dropped out, those who remained had gradually got to know other and friendships were starting to form. Then it happened... the apparently normal enough event that was to open Janey's eyes to a side of life that she never knew existed. The class were given their first assignment. They were given the title 'Lost Innocence' and told to pair up and come back in two weeks with a portfolio of photographs to present their ideas on 'Lost Innocence'. Janey paired up with a guy called Stuart. Stuart was 27, married and as normal a guy as they come. Not a stunning drop dead gorgeous hunk, but he did look good in an open neck shirt, Janey thought! Janey and Stuart paired up and discussed their ideas over coffee and agreed that they would meet up again the following evening at Janey's house. Later that night, she sat on her bed with her cat and pondered what she would do for the assignment and decided that she'd like to reflect on her boring life but from a male point of view. She decided that she wanted to get out some of the frustration of being 'normal' and to show that underneath that exterior lies a sexual time bomb. She had a plan...! 8pm arrived and Stuart knocked on her door exactly as planned. Janey was dressed appropriately for the occasion but left the top buttons of her shirt slightly loose so that she could flirt a little and show some cleavage. She had her camera set upon a tripod in front of the sofa and some variable lighting. She asked Stuart just to sit down and they talked. While they talked, Janey started taking some pictures casually at first, and then becoming more instructional. She wanted to see Stuart's normal features in different light conditions so she asked him to move around. She got him to sit this way and that way.. all perfectly normal, so he thought. How far would he go, she asked herself. "Stuart, why don't you loosen the top buttons on your shirt", she asked in a casual way. Not suspecting anything he did as he was asked and Janey continued to snap away. The conversation continued and she snapped him laughing, running his fingers through his hair and changing positions. Then she decided to go a little further. "Now.. just undo the rest of the button and let me see your chest some more", she asked. She giggled to herself but tried to remain composed and professional. Stuart acted a little surprised and said "are you sure?". "Yes, of course.." Janey replied.. "I just want to get you looking casual and relaxed.. as though you've had a hard day in the office and are looking to relax". That satisfied him so he undid the rest of his buttons and slowly pulled his shirt from his jeans. She moved around him snapping more pictures. "Now... kick off your shoes and socks and put your feet up on the sofa." It all sounded so natural and Stuart complied. Janey changed the roll of film in the camera and quietly congratulated herself that her plan was going so well. Stuart didn't suspect a thing. The next phase was going to test her confidence. "Stu.. what I'd like to do now is to get some more emotion in the pictures... I'd like you to take your shirt off and lay on the sofa so that your biceps are on display for me.." She wondered how he might react. "Janey.. do you really know where you're going with this? I'm not sure if I want to strip off in front of you." "Ohh.. it's ok Stu, it's just a few pictures and this assignment is very important to me.. nothing is going to happen.. I just want to get the mood in the pictures". With that.. Stuart reluctantly took off his shirt. Janey was pleasantly surprised at how well formed his muscles were. Not a complete gym junkie, but nicely proportioned. This was going well.. she said to herself. Stuart moved around to her instructions and looked increasingly uncomfortable at the situation so Janey had to keep reassuring him that it was all looking fine and for him to relax. Next.. would he go one step further.. He kind of suspected what was going to happen next.. "Now.. I'd like you to just un-button your jeans and look down". Stuart hesitated.. "Just do it", Janey said, rather more forcefully.. "this is looking good... my assignment is going to be excellent.. " Stuart eased the button open and lowered his zip just a little. Janey snapped away, trying to capture the emotion and fright in his face. She trembled at the prospect of how far he would be willing to go... her finger clicked away at the camera. "Now.. just lower your zip a little further..." Stuart did so.. and his plain black cotton boxer shorts came into view. This was not what he expected from the evening at all. He had come round for a coffee and a chat and was now laying on the sofa in a state of undress. "Just a little further and open them apart". Janey clicked away, nervously and trembling. Stuart was gently trembling too. Ok.. would Stuart be prepared to take his jeans off? Could she do it? She replaced the film, leaving Stuart for a minute of so to wonder what was happening to his evening. She couldn't believe her luck. She had him almost undressed.. it was going very well. Now.. the next stage. "ok.. Stu.. you know what to do next.. I want you to slip your jeans off. Don't bend down, but kind of slip them off while you lay on the sofa." She didn't ask him to do it.. she had told him. How would he react? He was just about to say something when she started clicking away, thus taking control of the situation. "Come on.. slip them down, slowly and gently". Reluctantly, Stuart slipped his jeans off. Some guys would be excited at the prospect, but Stuart was shy and to him this was embarrassing. As she slipped his jeans down he became away that his penis had come into view through the opening in his boxers. He tried to close the material together, but Janey told him to leave it. So.. there he was, laying vulnerable on her sofa in just his boxers. Janey surveyed her prey with glee from behind her camera. Stuart pondered the situation and noticed that he had become just a little aroused. This hadn't gone unnoticed by Janey. "Stu.. I want you to touch your cock through your boxers.. rub your hands up and down.." That was enough.. "Now listen here.. I'm not going to touch myself in front of you", he said. Janey wasn't taking no for an answer.. she walked over and groped Stu's cock herself.. it was semi-rigid and she softly and gently played with it through the material. "there", she said, "that's not so bad is it?" . "No, I suppose not", he said Stuart rubbed himself and in just a few minutes he was erect. "Let me see it", she said.."take it out". Stuart knew he couldn't stop her now. He pulled down his boxers and lay there naked in front of her. His cock rigid and erect with just a hint of pre-cum on the top. "Cup your balls and start to wank yourself.. slowly". Stuart took his modest 6" cock in one hand and cupped his balls in the other. Slowly and teasingly he started to wank in front of Janey. She snapped away furiously. How more embarrassing could this get for him. "Faster", Janey commanded.. "wank yourself faster". Stu increased the pace. His cock was now being thrashed for all it was worth. He closed his eyes.. he know what was about to happen and just wanted to get it over with. His wanking continued... her clicking of the camera continued. Faster and faster as though they had some link. Then.. Stuart erupted with a jet of spunk onto his chest.. two or three jets and then a small pool of spunk over his hand that matted into his pubic hair. He couldn't believe what had happened. He just lay there, head back on the sofa, covered in his own spunk. He had just wanked on film in front of a virtual stranger. Janey couldn't believe it either. She never expected him to go all the way with it. She didn't want to ruin the moment so she retained her composure and said "wow.. thanks Stuart.. that was excellent and just what I need for my assignment. I'll get a good set of pictures from these". She went to the bathroom and got Stu some toilet tissue and he cleaned himself up. He was too embarrassed to stay for coffee so he made his excuses and left. Janey went to her dark room to develop her pictures and to plot her next move.