8 comments/ 102486 views/ 32 favorites Smile For the Camera, Darling By: Stephen7Redo "Hi honey, I'm home!" I yell from the front door. I hear the backdoor open and then footsteps across the kitchen floor. Apparently you have been in the backyard for as you come into view I see you carrying your garden gloves and that little shovel you use in your prized flower bed. You stop in your tracks when you see someone is with me. "Oh, Donnie! I didn't know you brought company home!" You say as you lay the gloves and tool down on the table, and then brush back your bangs, trying to straighten your shoulder length auburn hair. "Sorry Dear, you remember Carl, from last summer's company picnic?" I turn and acknowledge the young man behind me. "Hi Mary Ann, it's been awhile. How ya doing?" Carl says as he takes the couple steps toward you and smiles. "Carl was the one taking all the pictures." I add. "Yes, I remember. We had two of your pictures of us blown up and printed in fact." You nod to the far wall of the living room. Carl looks back and sees them framed side by side. "I am honored." He looks back at you still smiling. I walk up to you and wrap my arms around you and peck you on the cheek. "I offered to give Carl a lift home from work since his car is in the shop. Since it was so close to dinner time I figured since our house is on the way we would just stop by and get a bite to eat here. Hope you don't mind." You look at Carl and see a bag slung over his shoulder. You realize it's his camera bag. You look back at his face and that handsome smile is still looking back at you. "So are you planning on taking some more pictures of us tonight, Carl?" You say and nod at the gray bag at his side. "Uh, oh this." Carl loses the smile for a second and stutters. "Oh, yea, no that." I chime in. "No Carl was going to uh, he had some shots of the office spring fling afternoon we had a couple of weeks ago he wanted to show me. He can show both of us." "Yeah, I do. I mean yes, I've got a couple of good shots of your husband here playing on the miniature golf course we had set up." Carl says as he tucks his camera bag to his side. "Do you mind, dear? I know its last minute." I almost plead. "No, not at all." You reply still looking at Carl and not at me. "We still have beer in the fridge from the get together last weekend and I can whip up something to eat." "What do you think, Carl?" "Fine with me, Don. I'm sure anything your beautiful wife here makes would be better than anything I could get for take out on the way home," he says, still smiling at you. "Oh good. I'll be right back then you two." You practically do a pirouette before you promptly heading out of the room. "Wow! That was quick." Carl whispers after you are out of sight. "Yea, but you were quicker. Miniature golf? Where did that come from?" I chide. "I know you love to play golf so it was the first thing that came to mind after your little fib of an intro. Where did 'office spring fling' come from?" He smiles and jabs me in the arm. "Okay, okay, I just don't want to jump into this too quickly and scare her off. Let's settle in with a beer or two and whatever she is fixing for dinner then we can take her on with the proposition after that." "You're the boss or rather the customer." Carl says and sits his camera bag down on the same little side table where you sat your garden gloves and little spade. No sooner than we take a seat than you come walking back out with a couple of beers. "Here you go. A couple of cool ones to get started with while you wait." I look up and am stopped cold at the sight of you. You didn't just go to the kitchen. You do have a beer bottle in each hand but you also have another surprise. You changed from your outdoor working clothes into a lightweight sundress. It's the one you know I love so much. Maybe because I love how it buttons all the way down the front. I also notice the even more obvious as you walk a little further. You've left the three top buttons undone. You are displaying a very generous amount of cleavage for someone's benefit. You walk over to Carl and hand him a bottle and then come back over to me to give me one, but before you do you lean in a little further and peck me on the cheek. I happen to look over Carl as you bend down and see his eyes glued to your backside. A huge grin is on his face. "I'll be just a few minutes and I'll call you dinner." You say as you walk back around the couch to the kitchen. "I'm making some sandwiches, salad fixings and if you'd prefer I can cut up some fruit too." "Sounds good to me, dear." "Aren't you having one?" Carl asks as he holds up his brown bottle toward you. "I've already started. Left it in the kitchen." You smile at Carl and then look at me and wink. Then you turn on one foot and I smile at your backside as it sashays back into the kitchen. Then I turn to Carl and catch him looking your way again, down low also. "Sorry Donnie," he smiles knowing I caught him. He shrugs his shoulders. "Hard not to notice. That dress she has on shows off her sexy body very well." "Cheers, Mr. Roving Eye." I hold up and tip my beer bottle to him. ***** An hour later, Carl and I are back in the living room sipping our beers as you finish cleaning up. It was all so very obvious you were openly flirting with our new friend over dinner. Carl takes another swig of his beer as he sits in the recliner. "Wow, Don! Uh, I have to say that is one hot wife you have there!" "She can be pretty hot." I agree with the young man's appraisal and take a slug of my beer. "The way she's been acting tonight, I think she might be more than ready to let her in our little secret." "Hell, Don, if she weren't already married, I'd be doing her for free!" Whether I should be jealous at that comment of his doesn't stay on my mind for very long. Instead I actually feel wonderfully prideful, if not a little excited at his feelings toward you. Just the idea of this relatively younger man being attracted to my wife is strangely arousing. About then you come walking back into the living room, two bottles of beer in your hand. "Okay, refills boys?" "Sure, why not." I say as you come over and hand one to me. Then you walk over and hand the other to Carl. As you turn around I catch his eyes practically glued to your backside once more. No way can I blame him I think. I gulp down the last of the one beer and set the empty on the side table as I grin at the obvious enjoyment you are bringing this young man. Just as you get ready to come back to the couch Carl sits up in his chair. "Wait! Aren't you having another one, Mary Ann," he says holding up his own beer bottle. "Oh, no, I can't. I've already had two. That is about my limit nowadays." "Come on, I know Don and I are on, what, our fourth. Have at least one more with us." Carl looks at you and then at me. "Right, Don? She's got to have least one after dinner drink with us, right?" I look over at you standing at the end of the couch. You glance back at me and smile questioningly. Knowing full well you haven't had more than one or two beers in a very long time I question the idea myself. But also knowing full well another beer will most likely put you beyond some of your inhibitions I think it more than works for what we still have in store for you. "Sure dear, go for it!" I finally say and hold up my beer to you and then toward Carl in another toast. "In fact, here you take this one and I'll go get another." I hold out the little brown bottle and your fingers wrap around it meeting mine. The slight touch instantly makes a connection of arousal within me. I'm so glad I'm turning toward the kitchen by then as I swear you, if not Carl, might see a noticeable reaction at the front of my pants. "Be right back you two." I look back just before I step through the kitchen door and watch you bring the beer bottle to your lips. I've noticed over the years how you drink from a bottle. You don't just press it to your lips and sip or gulp. Instead as I see now, you extend your tongue first, as if reaching out to the bottle. Your pink tongue then curls back under the rim of the bottle and as if drawing it back to you, it's like you suck it between your moist lips before you take a swallow. If that little show doesn't further extend the growth going on in my pants I don't know what will! But there's something about the way you do that this time, much slower still and with your eyes focused across the room. You are looking at Carl as you drink your beer. Why does that excite me even more? I shake my head and head toward the fridge for my beer. By the time I get back, you two are already bantering back and forth and both sitting up on the edge of your respective seats. With your leaning forward you treat Carl to an abundant eyeful of cleavage. His eyes bat back and forth between your face and that very delicious cavern. "I see you two didn't miss me a bit." I say as I take my seat next to you on the couch. "Oh, welcome back, dear." You rest your hand on my thigh and give me a little squeeze as you take another draw on your beer just like you did earlier. I don't which affects me more the tight squeeze, barely inches from my swelling manhood or the sexy movement of the beer bottle between your lips. I squeeze my thighs together trying to conceal my reaction. "Nah, Mary Ann and I were just talking about last year's picnic. She remembers when you took that tumble playing in the kickball tournament. When you fell flat on your back." He pauses to gulp his beer. "I told her I had taken a picture of you all sprawled out, but I was laughing so hard when I did it came out too blurry. I deleted it." You giggle beside me, draw another gulp of your beer and pat my leg. "Yeah, yeah, glad you two can have some laughs at my expense. I nearly wrenched my back on that one." "It was one hell of a summer picnic." Carl commented and drew on his beer, looking down his bottle at you the whole time. "Speaking of summer, don't you think its getting warm in here?" You ask me but look over at Carl as you tug at the top of your dress. "Don't you think it's a bit warm in here?" "I think you're the one who's overheating, dear." I say as I watch you down the last of this third beer of yours and then lean in to kiss me on the cheek. I can smell the perfume I adore on your neck but it's quickly followed by the alcohol on your breath. I know you are one tipsy woman right about now. I put my hand on your thigh and return the little squeeze. You lay your head on my shoulder, but I can see your eyes still looking back over at Carl. The handsome young man is sitting back in his chair, his knees bent, waving, open and closed. I just know from the slight nod of your head you are staring right at his crotch. I actually catch myself doing the same and I wonder if we are thinking the same thing...boxers or briefs? I rub the smooth warm skin of your thigh that is generously exposed below the hem of your sundress. You cozy up closer. Knowing full well Carl is fascinating you tonight and you are obviously feeling good I decide its time to plunge right in to the whole point of the young man's being here tonight. "Mary Ann, there is another reason I invited Carl over tonight." I say, but either you don't hear me or through the haze of your inebriation you just don't register my comment. I lift my hand to your head and push you off my shoulder until I can see you eyes clearly. "Carl didn't ask me for a ride home, I asked him to come with me." You sit up. "What?" Your beautiful, but glassy green eyes stare at me. "You know Carl is a photographer. You saw how good a job he did with those picnic pictures." I reach out my hand and rest it on your bare thigh again. "Dear, I've always wanted to take some nice pictures of you, you know like glamour shots kind of pictures. But we don't have a good enough camera, plus I knew you would never agree to go to a studio. So I brought the studio to you, well sort of." "What?" You repeat, looking at me and then at Carl. "I told Carl I wanted to take some of those glamour-type pictures of you. He told me he has done a lot of that kind of work. So I arranged for him to come over this evening." "I don't, I mean..." Your hand covers mine and gives it a squeeze as you continue to look at Carl. "Mary Ann, I told Don I'd love to do this kind of shoot for you, for you two. Besides after seeing you again, and well," he pauses and so directly and unashamedly looks you up and down, "I have some great ideas in mind. Picture ideas" I feel your hand squeeze tighter for a second and then abruptly your palm seems to warm and you loosen your grip. "I really don't know what to say." You do lean back into my shoulder. Carl jumps out of his chair and walks over to the table where his camera bag sits. With his back to us we can hear him unzip his kit and he starts pulling things out. "Why not give me just a few minutes. Let me try a couple of shots and let me show you what I can do." I squeeze your hand, "Why not? If you don't like what he does then we can stop. For me, dear, please just give it a try." I know I sound as if I'm pleading and I probably am. But I've wanted to see you in some nice pictures other than the annual church album shots or the very amateur family portraits we take with our own camera. You remain silent the whole time Carl is working on his camera. When he turns around with that very expensive looking digital camera in his hands I see your eyes widen and your lips part just a little. You seem to anticipate something. I slide over on the couch away from you as Carl walks around and crouches a few feet in front of you. "I'll start with just a few headshots, angle from the chest up." I swear he grins when he says that and I know where he looks when he says it and it isn't at your head. You continue to sit there speechless watching the young man as he clicks his camera a couple of times. Then he comes in a foot or so more and kneels in front of you, pointing that lens right up at you. "Now look straight at the camera and smile." You do smile, hesitatingly at first, but as each picture clicks a broader, more willing one appears. By now our hands have separated and I'm easing off the end of the couch. You keep your eyes on Carl and his camera as you brush back your bangs a couple times between clicks of his camera. He moves around, shooting you from every conceivable angle. At one point, when he moves in for another close shot, I swear I hear you exhale rather sharply. After a minute or two of this he puts the camera down on the arm of the couch and steps back to look at you with a finger to his lips, contemplating. "Would you be comfortable if I posed you a little? I have a great idea to show off the rest of you." He grabs the two throw pillows on either end of the couch. "Why don't you lean over and prop your head up on that arm of sofa?" He points with both pillows in his hand. You continue to look at him as I watch you lay down with your elbow on the arm of the couch and your head resting in the palm of your hand. "Good! Just like that." Carl says then goes to the other end of the couch and lifts you legs with one hand then slips the two pillows underneath. As he reaches for his camera again, I look at the expression on your face. No smile, but an almost appreciative glaze over your pretty green eyes. I think you are enjoying this after all. "Ok, just relax. That's all I want right now." He tells you. "Play for me, I mean play for the camera." You do just as he asks and stare right into his camera. Here you are, posing for a professional photographer, getting your picture taken. Except for one thing it isn't at a professional studio it's in our very own living room. With him having you lay in that position I don't know if you realize your bust is pressed so far forward it is almost spilling out the top of your sundress. I know some of the close-ups have to be capturing the sexy sight. I find myself feeling as if I'm peeping into this scene; watching you in a model's photo shoot. I also begin to feel something else. I've never thought of myself as a true voyeur but as Carl shoots away over you I can feel my heart racing, pulsing all the way down to the growing condition between my legs. "Now, open your legs a little." I hear the words. It's Carl. I know I tense. "What?" Comes that question from you lips. This time, for the first time in several minutes you and I make eye contact. I'm sure I look at you with the blankest face. I'm not sure what to say or how to react. Carl is the photographer. "I want to get a good shot of those long sexy legs of yours." And before either of us can do or say anything Carl reaches for your one ankle and slides it up over the pillow a little more. Then he takes hold of the other ankle and slides it off the front edge of the couch. Your bare foot dangles there. He steps back a few feet and snaps a couple of pictures. From behind he camera he calls to you, "Now slowly open your legs. Just a little more." It's like you've become that model I fantasized about a few moments ago. You don't hesitate now and follow Carl's commands. I watch as your legs move and your thighs separate a few more inches under the sundress. I don't know if the camera can see what I see or if you have any inkling at all, but with the camera zooming in, I have to think it can capture the sight of your white cotton undies like I can. "Hold on a second." I hear you say thinking you have finally had enough of this. "I need a drink. My mouth is dry." Then reach over for your beer. When you settle back into the sofa, you lean back a bit then hold the glass bottle to your lips and tilt your head back further drinking a long swig of your beer. A very long swig. The whole time Carl's is till snapping away. I can quickly see why. Your boobs are nearly spilling out of the top of your dress. Your sizable breasts are looking very good. You are very excited. How can I tell? I can see the excitement has overtaken your nipples as they are very stiff and press out hard against the thin material of your dress. "Now, why don't you undo a couple more buttons on your dress?" I see Carl looking up over his camera at you. "I don't think so," you blurt out finally needing to say something. But you don't move, you remain there reclined across the couch as you look up at Carl. "Mary Ann, this is perfect. That sundress and that tan of yours, it's perfect for a beach theme. You'll be amazed at what I can photo shop in for a background. Just give me a few more." "You can do that?" You ask, looking at Carl as he continues to click away. "Sure, I can put most shots against any background." As he directs the camera at you, I see you reach for the front of your dress and I know the camera captures you undoing one button, then another until your breasts are exposed all save but for your nipples. "Oh yes! Just like that. Give me more Mary Ann, give me that look." "It looks very good from here." I can't help but say, the voyeur in me surfacing once again. The familiar rise in my pants is back. Abruptly, Carl stops and puts his finger to his lips contemplating as he looks you over once again. "What would you say to taking a few pictures without some of those clothes you are wearing?" He asks. You self-consciously move your hands over your chest. "Well, what did you have in mind?" I find myself needing to chime in here, but not with what I thought I would have if you were not looking so sexy right now. "Remember when we bought our digital camera? We played around with it and at first you were willing to let me take pictures of you half naked in bed. That didn't last long before the novelty wore off for you. But the pictures and the whole idea of taking them was always a big turn on for me." Smile For the Camera, Darling "I get that you little horny man. But you two do understand I only have on this dress and nothing else." You look at me, nibbling your lower lip and then cast your gaze at Carl. "I know you're wearing something else," I nod downward toward your legs. I know as I saw them earlier. "Oh right, underwear. Like that is clothes." You squeeze your thighs together and rest one hand over your lap. "Well, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were excited about the idea." I nod up higher now. "Those huge nipples of yours are from inconspicuous." You immediately look down and see those little knobs of yours staring back up at you. You squirm a bit and your other hand starts to go toward your chest. But instead you stop short and stare at me. I know you are somewhat intoxicated after those three beers you've had, but there is also something else I that look. I watch as you blink slowly and when you open your eyes again you are looking at Carl and his camera. He has been snapping away the whole time we've been chatting back and forth. The look in your eyes quickly adjusts from what I saw as a stark nervousness earlier tonight to looking more excitedly anxious as you stare at the young man and his camera. "So what do you say?" Carl asks from behind the camera. You look at me once more. I shrug my shoulders, "Sure why not!" Carl doesn't wait for you to answer, "What would you like to do first then?" "I'll leave it up to you. You're the professional." You say in not much more than a whisper. "I could show you, that is, if you don't mind, Don?" Carl looks back at me. "Carl wants to show me how?" You say with a nearly breathless voice right now. "Sure, go right ahead." I say with a bit of a nervous laugh. "Just try and relax," Carl tells you, "your hubby will be looking at these pictures for some time to come and I want him to see things in you he has never seen before." He reaches out over you before you have a chance to say another word and slowly pulls down one side of your dress, exposing your breast to him and his camera. I am at first shocked but then very surprised at your not swatting his hand away. You appear to agree so easily. I instantly renew being overly horny by the idea of you posing like this. Maybe even more so, since its not just in front of me, but in front of this handsome young man. Carl says, "We'll start with just some basic topless shots, posing in a somewhat innocent way, kind of PG-13, without showing the camera everything quite yet. If you feel comfortable with those, then we can do some R-rated shots." You say to him, "I don't know about going R-rated, but I'll try a few of these first." I smile at you and say, "That sounds fine to me." "Okay, we'll show only your breasts in these shots," Carl says as he kneels down and snaps a couple of pictures. "Carl, do you think my nipples are much too puffy?" You throw out. My jaw drops. "What? No, no...they are perfect." Carl answers without a pause in his clicking away with his camera. "You are naughty. A very naughty girl, but I want you to be even more naughty." I know I'm devouring you with my eyes with every picture he takes. "You're a natural," he says. "But now its time to get down and dirty. Let's get that dress off." I know you must be intoxicated as now I watch you unbutton more buttons on that sundress. "How about if I just unbutton and open it up?" You say as you reach the last button on the bottom of your dress. "That's fine, Mary Ann." Carl says from behind his digital camera. I watch you as you open the two halves of your dress and there you are exposed, wearing nothing but your white panties. I swallow hard. I so want to reach down to the crotch of my pants and give a big squeeze. "Wow! Your gorgeous, Mary Ann." Carl comments and grabs my attention. He has stopped shooting and has his camera at his side. His expression changes as he sees you nearly naked now. He is getting an eyeful and the look on his face tells me that he likes what he sees, in more than a professional way. Looking back at you, I see after your initial nervous reaction you only half heartedly cover yourself with your hands. The words come out, "You know dear, you are still as beautiful as the day I married you." "She is a very beautiful woman, Don." Carl says as he continues to stare at you. "Thank you, sir." I say and wink at you. "Uh, I've never done this before so what do we do next?" "Don't worry about it," Carl replies, "you just relax and be yourself. Don't think of me and my camera." "I think I can do that." You say as you stretch out on the sofa again, you hands running up and down your nearly naked body. A smile draws across your face once again. Although I know you are more than a little tipsy, I can tell through those eyes you really know what you are doing. Carl has you so very comfortable with being nude in front of him. It's unbelievable as he hovers around you, his digital camera clicking away. I notice your legs straighten and ease apart just slightly. It may be me being a little jealous still but the way you look not just into the camera but passed it to the man holding it I can tell Carl is really turning up the heat for you. You are practically spread-eagled now with your eyes closed as if focusing only on the sounds of the clicking camera. I can sense you concentrating on those sounds as your mind takes you somewhere else and your left hand moves to your chest to rub a very stiff nipple. Soon the fingers of both hands are rubbing over each of your raised nipples. You pinch them lightly at first, but soon tweak them harder and harder until we both hear you groan. "Mmmmm." Before long your lovely long legs are spread plenty far enough for Carl to get some really good shots of your dark bush tinting the crotch of those thin cotton panties. As Carl walks around you and clicks away I notice for the first time he is posting a rather obvious tent in the loose pants he's wearing. I don't know what to think at the thought of this guy getting that excited over you, but I see his condition doesn't go unnoticed by you. Instead of looking at the camera every second, I catch you glancing down to Carl's crotch and your eyebrows raise and just the most imperceptible grin crosses your lips. You blush as you look back at me and see I've caught you looking. "I never realized how horny this would make me feel." "Me too, Dear. You are so incredibly sexy. And I am getting so hard just watching you." I stare at you and lick my lips appreciatively. You look at me with a twinkle in your eyes. Then you look back at Carl. "So, are you getting a hard-on, too Carl?" You ask, surprising us both with such a direct question, even though we both know he has one. Carl lowers the camera and looks at your body before he looks back at your face. "What do you think? I have a hot, naked woman lying in front of me and I haven't had sex in days," he responds as both you and I can clearly see the huge tent continue to build in Carl's pants. "I'm sure your husband has had a boner ever since we started this shoot. From what I see, it's a wonder he doesn't stay hard around you day and night." I shake my head as I hear him say those things, partly in shock, partly in amusement at this young man's flirting compliments. But I also know he's right, you are hot and boy do I have a huge boner going inside these pants. "I do. She always gives me a hard-on every time I see her naked. She even does it to me running around the bedroom in the morning or evening in just her bra and underwear. But this, wow!" "Well then would you two like to try some pics together?" Carl asks. "What?" It's my turn to look up at him now. I see that serious photographer's look on his face. "What do you mean, 'together'?" you ask reading my mind. "I mean, Don would join you, and the two of you just do what comes natural together." "You mean like pretending to have sex." "You don't necessarily have to just pretend." Carl grins first at you then up at me. You look at me for some sort of direction here. I can only come up with another shoulder shrug. But you look lower and see the honest answer I'm giving you. My hard-on is pressing out so stiffly in my pants you know I want something else. I need something else. You smile up at me and wink. "It might be something special. You and I together, in pictures. Something new." Before I can stop and think any further I start unbuttoning my shirt and take it off. I look at your mostly naked body as I undo my pants and let them fall to the floor. It's like I don't even concern myself with Carl being in the same room with us. My whole focus is on you. I stand here in only my briefs with the stiffest bulge I think I have ever had. Your eyes stare right at my crotch and then they give me that look as they become seductive slits and you smile that sexy smile at me. I swear we could be up in our bedroom right now preparing to make wonderful love rather than in our living room with a young man and his camera pointing at us. I have only one thought on my mind and that is to lay with you and make you mine. You turn your gaze from me back to Carl and his camera lens. "So what do you have in mind next Mr. Photographer?" You ask him. "As I said just do what comes natural." Carl replies. You look back at me with those eyes and that smile. "Yes, Donnie, do what you do naturally." You drawl the last of your comment. "Take that poor thing out of your underwear and give it a little air. You know you want to. You know you always want to do that when I'm like this." Masturbating has been part of my life since I was a young teen and you know that. I told you when I first started, back when I poached my dad's girlie magazines. I'd masturbate everyday, sometimes a few times a day. As an adult and older when our lives have gotten truly hectic over the years, sometimes it became the only part of my sex life. You know I have no inhibitions about doing it in front of you, but in front of Carl? I hadn't bargained on this as part of the photo shoot. But as I see you lay there nearly naked with that growing dampness on your panties my cock can't help but throb. Looking you right in the eyes I slip my fingers in my briefs and slide them off my hips. Before I realize it Carl is pointing his camera at me. He has an unobstructed view of my balls and hard cock pointing up tall above them. I immediately let my hands fall down in front of me. "Don't be shy, Donnie," you say, "I love the way you play with yourself. I always like watching you enjoy yourself. Please, do it for me." "Yea, Don, just do what comes natural" Carl says as I hear the click of the camera. "Do it Donnie. Do it naturally." I swear you giggle. I look you straight in the eye and take hold of my penis. I stroke it very slowly realizing I am extremely hard. "What do you want me to do with him now?" You ask. "Why don't you start next by grabbing Don and pretending to suck him off?" He stands poised with his camera in hand. "Do you think you can do that?" You look at me before you answer. "I'm so horny I think I could do anything you wanted right now." I continue to be dumbfounded as to where this is going tonight. A somewhat innocent photo shoot has turned into a near-porn experience. But only a few strokes into my jacking off for you and you lean forward to take the end of my manhood into your mouth. "Are...you, uh, sure about this?" I call down to you. Your only answer is to moan as you slide your lips down my hard shaft. As I enjoy your mouth, my rock hard penis engulfed, I look up to see Carl pointing his camera at us documenting your oral exploits. Looking back down at your face I can tell you more than like this, practically keeping one eye on my manhood and the other staring into the camera. Carl steps to and from the action, taking picture after picture, my once innocent-looking wife having become a very naughty girl indeed as you lick over my shaft and balls like I've never seen or felt you do before. I put my hand to the back of your head and close my eyes to totally enjoy the moment. I hear the camera making its familiar noise, which only heightens my excitement. But then I hear it less and less. I realize Carl has moved away from us. I open my eyes and find Carl now pointing the camera directly at your panties, your legs splayed wide open. "Ok Mary Ann, how about just pulling your panties to one side. Let us see at least a little of that other place I'm sure Don enjoys of yours." I feel your teeth graze across my sensitive skin as you pull your mouth off me. "I wondered when you'd get around to asking that young man." Before I can recover from my manhood being in your mouth and now bouncing out in front of me dripping in your saliva, we both watch as you reach down between your thighs and pull away the damp material of your underwear. And then as almost in the same motion we both watch as your hands go to your waistband and you proceed to slide your panties all the down and off your feet. You drop them off the couch and onto the floor. I didn't think I could get any harder or feel more like wanting to make love to you than I already do. However, looking down at that black muff of yours, actually glistening in wetness, a wetness built from this erotic scene I'm almost hurting I am so hard and excited. Here you are all exposed to a young man and his camera. Both of us are naked. I stroke myself until I feel the wonderful sensation of a generous flow of warm pre-sum ooze onto my fingers. You run a slim finger down through your black matted pubic hair and expose the pink wet lips underneath. I smear the clear liquid you've created in me all over my cockhead. You spread those luscious lips open wider. I find myself leaning into you, my shiny tip only inches from where you tease open your sex. "Oh, Donnie! You are really hard." You say in an almost girlish lilt. "Donnie, ease up a little closer." I hear Carl request from beside me. "I want to take a shot from where you are just about to put your cock in her." With my eyes only on your sexy wet curls I rise up over you and guide my cock into position. I can feel Carl practically at my hip as he pans in for a close shot from behind. Suddenly you reach out with your free hand and take hold of me. I watch and feel you rub my cock head back and forth over your pink slit. My pre-cum leaves a trail of wetness on your skin and pubes and is a connection between us. You and I both hear the camera excitedly clicking away. Carl comes around to take close ups of my cock lying on your pussy. Neither of us says anything, as you bite your lip and lower your head I start working my manhood up and down over your sex. Every now and then, you look up and make the most wonderful face for the camera, so sexy and real. But then I can tell that look is more than just for the recording of your sensual feelings. I can sense it's also for the man behind the camera once again. For some strange reason, right in the middle of all this, I have this thought. I wonder if Carl's memory card must be filling up. We have been at this for some time, Carl snapping away, like a mad man, but he keeps clicking as he continues to film our encounter. Taking pictures of a night I know we'll always remember photos or not. Carl leans over my back as we continue to simulate our love making. It does bother me some that he is so close to us and practically part of our passion. But I am also so hard and so turned on. I feel like there should still be more. Its then that Carl walks away and around the couch. He picks up his beer and continues on around until he stands above your head. And then I see it again. Only this time I swear he has to have to be the biggest bulge I've ever seen in any guy's pants. Not that I go looking for that kind of thing every day, but I sure can't miss this one. "Look what you're doing to Carl." I comment as I rub my hand up and down your thigh. You look up and see just a few inches from your face is Carl's crotch. You act overly sheepish. "Me?" "Yes, you darling. You're doing that to him," I reply. "He's got one heck of a hard-on over you." Carl let's out an appreciative little hum as his eyes roam over your body. "Very nice," he says, a very broad smile comes to his face. "Very nice indeed." "You think I'm sexy?" You ask Carl. "Yes, of course! Do you find me attractive too?" He asks in return. "Oh yes, Carl! I mean, well," you look over at me. I watch, in silence, as Carl comes back around, puts his beer down and reaches out to rest his big palm on your other thigh. At that very second when I see both our hands, inches from the center of your sex I know I could let loose a torrent of hot semen all over your body. I feel my cock swell in my hand and my hips just forward. But something tells me to hold back as there is more still to come this evening. You lay there naked and so obviously not anxious. You are thoroughly enjoying this attention. Your breathing accelerates as you feel both our hands touch your body. His palm caressing across your left thigh, mine caressing and squeezing your right. I watch as you close your eyes, lick your lips and take hold of our hands. You pull them both to your wet core, where our fingers together press into those dark curls which are almost matted to your skin totally now. I see Carl massage his palm over you and know he is eliciting an even warmer response from you as his fingers become coated in your moisture. "Mmmmm, that feels nice, you both have such strong hands." Your voice turns to that just above a whisper and I can tell you are becoming more and more aroused. Our fingers quickly learn to work together. I spread your lips, as he lightly teases your clit. "Oh, yessss." Your words draw out in a long moan as you look up at Carl, his camera in his other hand as he takes a picture. After a moment as he flicks lightly over that joy bud of yours I insert two fingers into your sopping womanhood. Carl practically sticks that camera down between your legs where our hands caress you and the pinkness of your sex is starkly visible through your dark muff. He clicks off another couple of shots. "You know Mary Ann I haven't tasted a woman in so very long." He pauses then takes another picture between your legs. "I would love to not only get closer with my camera but if you would allow me the pleasure I would so like taste you tonight. You look so delicious. May I please?" Your eyes immediately shoot to me. At first I am taken aback at what Carl is asking, but I know I must be totally drunk or so totally horny I don't think long about it. You see me smile and wink. You are already audibly panting by the time Carl sets his digital camera aside and kneels between your legs. He puts his mouth to your wet sex without another word from any of us. With his tongue resting on your pink lips he eases into that unbelievably wet sex of yours. I swear it sounds as if he is slurping you up. I really do, it sounds as if he's drinking from your womanhood he has you so very wet! Carl's wriggling tongue must be tickling your clit now as I see you squirming against his face. You gasp loudly, your hips thrusting forward almost instinctively, angling for still more attention. I glance over and see Carl's camera resting against your hip. I step around him and pick it up. The minute I look into the viewfinder I can tell how much more professional this camera is than anything we've ever had. Standing above you two I point it down to where he feasts on your very juicy sounding and looking sex. With camera in hand my finger finds the right button and I start clicking away trying to capture this frenzy between you and our young photographer. Smile For the Camera, Darling You two have no sense I am even above you as you both concentrate on the pleasure you are producing between yourselves. When he sits back for a second to reposition himself I notice how pink and fresh your pussy appears and how thoroughly inviting it becomes through the camera lens. The camera captures it all I hope as this has to be the hottest scene I have ever seen on a small screen. Only when I move the camera to the side and look at you for real I know it's all perfectly live. You give me a sultry look and just smile. I raise the camera and catch that look for posterity. As you stare into the camera, I sense Carl is wasting no time finding the core of your desire, in fact I dare say he must be voraciously teasing your clit. "Please," you gasp out loud, "right there. Oh yes, faster!" You moan again and again. I click away with the camera again and again. Who knows if I am doing any good with this expensive piece of equipment, but one thing is for sure, damn if Carl isn't good for you! Through the camera lens I see your body stiffen, your head flies back and your moan is louder and higher pitched than before. "Oh, yessss, oh yesssss! Carl!" You literally shout. I've never heard you yell out during sex, but you are practically a screamer at this point. Your approaching orgasm has you way past the usual gasps and groans I've known to come from you. Your hands go to Carl's head and your legs fly up in the air on either side of him. Your head is flung back and your mouth is wide open, you remain in that position for several seconds as I hear Carl wetly continue his assault your womanhood. This must be it for you. For with an almost violent expulsion of air through your open mouth you jerk forward and scrunch your face, making the deepest and longest groaning sound I have ever heard. "Oh Car...yessss, uh..." Your body jerks up and back on the couch you hands musing Carl's hair as you squeeze his head between your thighs. Your sounds and your body elicit a steady wave of ecstasy. Now in all our twenty-something years together I honestly and maybe sadly can say I've never known you to have multiple orgasms. But I swear as long as this display of eroticism continues you must be having them now. I am in no way jealous watching you crash from a huge orgasm on another man's tongue. I'm more excited for you. It's incredible how much it turns me on to see the satisfying look on your face. I realize somehow in all my excitement for you I am still snapping away with Carl's camera. Damn, I hope I am doing this right! The ecstatic looks on your face change ever few seconds. I have to be recording these to show you later. Finally you calm and I look down to see Carl resting back on his haunches. His face is a total mess. As he looks up at you I take a picture of him and his abused lips and cheeks. You really must have cum over and over to produce that kind of look on the young man. "That was nice," Carl says as he takes a swipe across his wet face with the back of his hand and then licks his lips. "Yes, it was." You respond between heavy panting breaths. "It's very nice." I laugh more from nerves. "You're really loving this aren't you?" "Donnie, you have no idea." You look up at me and lick your own lips between huge breaths. "Damn, you look good!" I sigh as I watch your chest rise up and down. Your breasts are flushed pink from your recent excitement. The nipples are still distended, hard and darkened. "Here, Don, let me have the camera," Carl stands and takes his equipment from my hands. "I'm fairly sure the way you were snapping the action there, my memory card is close to maxed." He walks around the couch to his camera bag and works on installing another card. Carl's a very talented photographer we know from his earlier work. But from tonight's effort between your legs I'd say he's earned another distinction as a pretty fair cunnilingus expert. "Ok, now what do we do?" You ask, your breath having returned its sounds. "Well, first, I'm going to load another card and get another beer." Carl answers with his back. "I think you two should have another, too. It might relax you more for what I have in store next." "That sounds ominous," you comment and look at me with a raised eyebrow. Carl turns and walks back over camera in hand. "Nothing extraordinary, but hopefully something you two might enjoy." Carl says coming to stand next to me in front of the couch and you. I see you glance down and hold a stare in Carl's direction as you lick your lips. I look and see what you are seeing, it's his obviously hard cock still straining out the front of his pants. My own erection is only about half there now. I had been so wrapped up in taking pictures of you I had not bothered to provide it any attention. You sure don't appear to give it any attention as you continue to gaze instead at the bugle at Carl's crotch. "So, Carl, when are you going to get undressed?" The question fires out into the room and just hovers there for a few seconds. Okay, now I'm really unsure about where this is going. Nude photos, his hands all over you, and even his mouth down tasting where I'm pretty certain no one has gone since I have since we've been together. Now you are asking to see the man's penis up close and personal. "Well, how about it?" You ask again sounding very impatient. You still don't look up at me. Your gaze is locked on Carl's face now. "I, uh, well," He stutters, shifting his camera from hand to hand. "I could, but..." "But what? Doesn't seem fair that Donnie and I get butt naked and you aren't even in your underwear." You sit up and lean on the arm of the couch, still eyes locked onto his. Should I be jealous or even a bit mad at this point? Not only are you seriously provoking this man and openly trying to get him to get naked in front of you, but you aren't even acknowledging there already is a naked man standing in front of you. I'm neither actually. I'm just stupidly horny as hell! I look down and see, without virtue of any physical encouragement my hard-on has returned full force. My little head overrules any other thought or emotion I may have otherwise. I nonchalantly say, "While you two settle this matter I'll go get us each another beer." With my erection leading the way I head to the kitchen. I grab three beers from the fridge and by the time I come back in I catch the look on your face, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. As I take another step into the living room I see why. Our photographer friend is now standing there as naked as the two of us. Now I'm wide-eyed with my jaw slack at the sight of the most enormous man member I have ever seen. Not to mention the most massive balls any man could ever have. I can't help but notice his manhood jerk a little. I've not seen another man's privates since my days in the military, in field showers and never had I seen another erect one in real life besides my own! I can't even think about being embarrassed as I'm too amazed at how his bobbing manhood is getting me strangely excited. You sitting there totally naked in front of the both of us guys is obviously turning both of us on. I walk by you and reach to hand Carl a beer. I turn and walk back to you and hold out a beer for you. You don't say a word, but move your head slightly as I've blocked your view from his almost fully stiff cock. Your head starts nodding in rhythm with the motion of his bobbing rod. As I look at you looking at him I start to wonder if you are already making comparisons between our sizes and shape. "It's so BIG!" You finally exclaim, and then take a huge gulp of your beer. "Hopefully not too big." Carl says and walks the few feet between you two. He juts his hip up until the tip of his long shaft swipes across your cheek and lips. You jump back. "Donnie, he just tried to put his big penis in my mouth." "And...?" I ask. "And, well, what if I said I want him to?" You take another large swallow of beer. "Well, then I guess you'll do whatever you want to do," I suggest. By now, although I'm sure you haven't noticed, I'm slowly stroking myself. "Oh, I don't know if I can handle such a big one. Donnie, I think his is bigger than yours." "I think it might be, dear," I say, smiling at how wasted, but also how horny you obviously are. Now I watch as your hand takes on a life of its own and eases out to allow Carl's cock to rest in your open palm. You sit there with a virtual stranger's cock resting in your hand. This is not quite what I had envisioned when I booked this photo session. Carl is cognizant enough to snap a couple pics of his big rod in your slim feminine hand. "Are you having fun?" I ask. "Um, yes, I am." You answer as your hand takes hold of his enormous erection. Only your hand can't reach around the thickness of Carl's cock. It's like a wooden baseball bat in your hand as you start to slide your hand up and down. Slowly you begin to pump him. He groans with pleasure and I know exactly how he feels. Your hands have always performed magic sliding up and down my shaft. "Okay, how about a little kiss and suck Mary Ann. I'm sure that sexy mouth performs wonders on Don's cock. Doesn't she Don? I bet she is pretty special." "Oh yes." Is all I can say as watch your small hand jack off that big rod of his. You don't give me a blow job very often, but when you do it's so very good. I stroke my own hard-on. "I don't do anything special, really. I'm sure it's nothing compared to what some of those young girls can do nowadays." "I doubt that Mary Ann, that you're not special at this that is. A good wife knows how to please her man and from the look on Donnie's face I'd say you please him well. Besides he had nothing but praise for your bedroom talents, earlier today. Now let me get a taste of it, girl! Or should I say you get a taste of me now." He is so hard in your hand isn't he? You look at his manhood with its smooth, swollen head begging for your attention. He is only an inch or so from your mouth and I see you slowly stick out your tongue trying to lick the head. You lick on his now purple head, licking off the pre-cum that pools in the little hole. I see not only his erection twitch under your tongue but his entire body shivers under your mouth. You are panting as you stroke him against your lips. You form a circle with your thumb and forefinger around the base of his big fat cock not meeting fingertips by at least an inch. "Okay, I'll suck you a little," you say, "but that's all. Understand?" "Okay, sure." Carl more grunts that says. His head is so swollen and big I swear there is no way you'll be able fit it in your mouth. "Remember what I said!" Then you open your mouth wide, stick out your tongue and you take him in. You give him a gentle suck at first and I hear him react to your pleasuring with an extended moan of appreciation. Most of his girth is still to come, but you continue to inch down little by little down on his tall pole. Your face flinches and then relaxes over and over as I assume you pass between twinges of pain and pleasure. He strokes your hair away from your face so he can capture the point of view perspective of your oral action upon him as he continues to snap pictures. I'm imagining he loves the feel of your soft gentle mouth on his rod. I can tell immediately you are determined to impress our hunky friend as you try and take more of him into your mouth. You try to swallow him nearly whole, but what must be nearly nine thick inches is just too much. But when Carl lets out a very deep guttural moan as you grip the base of his thick cock and then proceed to bob up and down on that boner I know you have him enthralled. Whether you want it or not you seem to be working Carl to a quick sexual release. Right now I can't help but think of how this is feeling for Carl, your tongue running up over his shaft. I watch so closely I literally feel as if I am in your mouth. I have never seen you suck another cock before, but now I see you have this young guy shaking as your lips wrap tightly around him. You seem to be savoring every inch as you run your mouth up and down his length. "Go girl! Take him all the way in. I know he loves it. Don't you Carl?" I ask. "Hell Yes! Mmmmm...I love it, dude!" Carl nearly yells as he cries out loud. I am getting so turned on just watching. I also feel as if I should be a part of this so I reach over and rub the back of your head as you bob up and down on his big rod. You put your hands around Carl to his butt to pull him closer. I stand there fascinated at the sight of my wife sucking off another guy. I feel very weird, much like I'm watching an X-rated movie in HD, it's so real. Of course, it is live, live right in front of me. Carl's breathing comes shallower and faster. Your head is bobbing even more quickly now. You are utterly insatiable. I've been stroking my hard-on, almost jacking off like I am a teenager again as I watch you and Carl going at it. I let out a groan of my own, "Mmmmm." I must be louder than I thought as you actually stop and look at me. "Oh my! We've forgotten all about poor Donnie!" you comment and lick your lips. "Aw, did we ignore you Donnie?" You look down and then back up with a wicked grin, "Umm, look Carl, my hubby has a big old hard-on, too." I'm still torn whether to be perturbed at your not noticing that until now and be outright jealous or let it go and have my way with you. I am so frigging horny right now. I do none of that because you abruptly reach out and yank on my hard-on. Before I know what is happening you are licking my shaft and jacking me off now. Suddenly I realize you are having your way with me! Carl sits down beside you and starts taking more pictures. My breath is gone from my chest as I feel as if I'm floating a foot off the carpet. The sensation your mouth is providing is like a dream. I hear my heartbeat in my ears as loudly as I hear the clicks of the camera. Yes, Carl as close as he must have to cumming in your mouth is already back to being the photographer. I open my eyes and Carl and I make instant eye contact as you continue to suck on me. I smile and he smiles. Then I look down to see that monster of a cock of his throbbing as you sit hip to hip. I take one of your hands and put it on his stiff shaft. This makes you pause and you leave my hard-on. You smile as you look down between Carl's legs, "My, my I had no idea you still wanted attention." Carl smiles back, "It's because I was getting what he is getting now and I want it again. You are so hot and you make me so hot." "Just jack both of us, dear" I say. "Feel what its like to have two cocks at the same time." "Are you ready for two cocks, Mary Ann?" Carl practically growls in your ear. "Mmmm, that is a delicious idea," you say as you stroke us both. You quickly find a rhythm working your hands up and down in the same motion with Carl sitting next to you and me standing in front of you. You slowly stroke us both and alternate looks at our faces. Then you alternate looking at the two hard cocks you control. "I've never had two cocks at the same time before." Soon though, you almost seem to ignore me once more as your eyes fix on Carl's very huge cock and you begin to jack Carl's hardness with a little more fervor. "Carl, if I can be truly honest I think you're the first man, since I've been with my husband, that I've ever really wanted to...you know....to..." "To have sex with?" Carl blurts it out for you. He reaches over and places his hand between your legs, as you smile at him. He immediately starts working his fingers around your pubis. After a pause, you look up at me again, as if asking a silent question. "Don't be afraid to tell him how you feel, dear." I say as I cup your breasts in my hands and start rolling and pinching your nipples. "You like it when he touches you down there, don't you? I know you liked it when he got to lick you down there." You bite your lip and look from me to Carl and then down to his pulsing monster of a cock. You nod again. "You'd like that big, hard cock in you, wouldn't you?" I whisper in your ear. "I'm sure Carl wouldn't mind, would you Carl?" Both your hands cease their motion at that question. First you look up to Carl, an almost blank stare across your face. Then your head rises to look at me. I must have the stupidest grin on my face as I'm already thinking of the possibilities. I don't know why, as this is not what I had in mind tonight. A sexy photo shoot, a few pictures of you topless at best, but not something like this. But with my stiffness in your soft hand and you grabbing hard to Carl's even stiffer and longer rod I can't help but feel as horny as I have felt in my whole life. "I want to," you say, "but, I guess, well, I don't know." "That what you want, dear?" I ask as if I'm really fully comfortable with this already. My little brain in the head at the top of the shaft you are stroking has taken over full control at this point. "If you want to we will. If you don't we won't." "No!" You abruptly return. "I mean, yes, I'd like to, but, you know, it's...it's he, he doesn't have..." "Wait." Carl says and he abruptly stands, pulling his cock from your hand and it slaps hard back against this thigh. We both watch him turn and walk over to his camera bag. If I was envious of his very manly cock, I'm now almost more envious of that tight muscular butt of his. This guy must really workout. As he bends over to rifle through his back my jaw drops. I glance down at you and see your jaw has dropped once again, but I swear your tongue is about to hang down passed your chin as you ogle that almost sculpted backside of Carl's. "Is this what you are looking for?" Carl says as he walks back toward us and with a flick of his wrist he displays at the end of his fingers a string of about four or five foil wrapped condoms. "What? How? Where?" You stutter and almost squeal at the last. "Dude, you keep those in your camera bag?" I ask dumbfounded at what I'm seeing. "I do this kind of shoot a lot actually. Mainly for horny housewives that want hot pics for their husbands. Usually it's a surprise for their husbands and they're never around when I'm shooting. You'd be surprised how horny they get after an hour or so of me taking some hot pics. Sometimes these babies come in handy." Carl waves the condoms at us once more. I look back at you and your head is nodding up and down and waving back and forth practically entranced as you focus on those small packages of promised pleasure. "By the way, these are the ribbed kind if that helps your decision any." Carl adds and grins. The whole time he has been standing his throbbing club of a cock has been pointing to the ceiling. This guy is a stud! And for some reason I love it! I can see your eyes now flashing back and forth between that huge cock and the condoms and back again. "Well, dear, it's all yours. Carl's cock that is. He brought his own protection even." I say, back to stroking my own hard-on now slippery with your saliva. Carl stands right next to me now. You have your two cocks again, but I sure can tell which one you are truly focused on. "Well if this is normally part of the sexy photo shoot I wouldn't want to deprive you," you say rather smugly all of a sudden and reach out with both hands to take hold of the young man's extremely hard and utterly huge cock. You flick the tip with your thumb and draw a wet pre-cum circle over the flared and swollen head. "Mmmm," Carl hums and strokes your hair. Suddenly you stand up right in front of Carl. His hard cock is in your hands pointing straight up to the ceiling fan above us. Smile For the Camera, Darling "If we are going to do it, let's do it now before I chicken out." You push Carl back on the couch. "Okay open one of those rubbers up and put it on stud." Carl drops the string of condoms in his haste and I find myself bending over to pick them up for him. One my way back up I am within inches of your womanhood and the aroma of excited, heated musky sex is all over it. You are a woman full of desire this evening. I hand Carl his protection back and he swiftly rips one package open and in a flash, as if he's done this many more times than I'd care to think about, has that sheath rolled down and in place over his mammoth cock. No sooner than he has that bubble tip at the top of the condom in place than you that hold of his shaft and straddle his thighs. Looking right into his eyes you spread the lips of your sex with your other hand and sit down on Carl. You ever so slowly slide down most of that big fat rod, not for a fraction of a second blinking away from his gaze. "Oh, yes, you are so huge." You almost hum rather than say. You throw your head back as Carl grabs you hips and I watch him try two ease another inch or so of his shaft into your body. You give a stifled yelp just as he sinks his cock in that last inch. After a few seconds Carl is in, nearly buried down to his equally huge balls. The sight of you impaled on such a huge cock and loving it so much has me feeling warm for the both of us. The feeling must be delicious for you as you really humming now as you weave your hips up and back as if savoring the increased girth and length inside you body. I am beyond thinking of my own cock at this point and turn my effort to wanting to maximize this experience for you. I reach out and take your full your breasts in my hands and point them up toward Carl's mouth. He doesn't need any further encouragement as he kisses and licks all over them as I knead them in front of his face. He sucks so hard on your right nipple it squeaks between his lips. "Ahhhh!" You scream and you shiver. I can almost feel that sensation run up your spine. The overwhelming sensations you are feeling are no longer obscene or wrong. Carl's presence and his touch are now almost wildly erotic now aren't they? As I continue to feed your breast to Carl's ravishing mouth, you pull your knees back to your chest and let him bury himself further with each plunging probe. From my angle, I can see the glint of his wet condom-covered cock every time he pulls back before he buries himself deeply back into you. Without stopping you look up in my direction. Between Carl's deep thrusts, you try to speak. "Come here. I want...to do...for...you," you say and nod at the hard pole I'm sporting between my own legs. I come closer and you reach out and start stroking my cock without missing a beat with Carl ramming you still faster. You bring me to your mouth. As you slowly start to ride Carl now as he sits and suckles your left breast you suck me off. Your tongue swirls around my crown and your hand strokes up and down my shaft with a slow twisting action. I can't be any harder. I feel my cock head under your tongue and it feels as if you are teasing bone I'm so very hard. Carl must be feeling it too as he starts thrusting harder up into you. Your head pops off my pole in the rough action. But you also find the need to make a command. "Uh! Yes, that's it!...Harder!... Right there!... Yes! Yes!... Don't stop!... Ugh, ugh!" This stud of a lover somehow manages to increase his pace, pumping you now like a jackhammer impacting you steadily and intensely. I can even see the sweat fall in beads from his forehead hr's working so hard. I don't know if having a bigger cock makes you last longer, but you have been sucking and now letting Carl have you for what has to be at least thirty minutes and he still hasn't cum. You ride him hard, holding nothing back. His hands brush mine away as he grabs your breasts himself and holds them as you rock back and forth on his huge pole. Carl thrusts become slower but deeper as he leans up and presses both your full breasts together and alternates flicking his tongue roughly over each nipple. Your head flies back, as you grind your naughty wet sex on Carl's mammoth cock. I want in on the action again but also want to make sure you have the best experience possible so I slip my hand down your tummy and over your pubis. I reach for your reddened clit. Just as I get to it Carl thrusts up hard and my finger touches his cock. I freeze at first, but when I realize I don't have to move my finger and it still swipes across your swollen clit I forget that I my fingertip keeps nudging him. We both want you to feel good. By now your grunts and sexy moans are all any of us can hear. Your stretched womanhood rides Carl's huge cock. As your juices coat his condom-covered shaft and my finger flicks fast and furious over your clit with the help of your stud's pummeling you yell out once again. "Oh yes! That's it! Don't stop! Both of you...don't stop!" With Carl's cock buried deep inside you and his mouth suckling your left boob you can't hold back. You run your hands up over his manly five o'clock shadow unshaven face you prepare to have a sweet orgasm. You fall further forward and brace yourself with the back of the couch. Carl clutches you tight as he works up into your body almost in a frenzied rhythm. Your hips lift and move in circles against his thrusting pelvis. I can see your leg muscles twitch as he holds your waist, impaling you over and over, faster and faster. Your mouth opens and you practically scream. "Oh Carl yes...that's it...deeper. Yes...oh right there, yes...work it, there...oh yes!" Carl bucks up furiously until I can sense him letting go of his own climax as he grunts. He arches his back, lifting your whole body. A few seconds later, Carl plunges into you one last time and lets out this loud guttural growl like some wild animal as he most obviously explodes within you. He holds onto your body tight as he plunges in short staccato thrusts for nearly a good minute as he shoots what must be jet after jet of hot cum into the condom buried in your sopping center. This apparent ejaculation by your young male lover triggers an immediate orgasm within you. With sweat dripping down your face you purse your lips trying to hold back the scream. You raise your bottom up off him and yell out in a husky voice, "Ohhh gawd yes...I'm cumming!! Yesssssssss!" By now I am so enraptured with this erotic scene, I am pumping away on my own cock as experience your climax. No sooner than you settle back into the young stud's lap your legs spread wide over his crotch than I find I can no longer hold back. "Mary Ann! I'm going to cum!" I cry out, my hips bucking up toward your face. At first only a small spurt of cum flies out the tip of my cock, but I inhale then grunt on the next stroke of my hand and out erupts the longest plume of cum I've ever seen myself shoot. It flies up over your head. The trail of creamy white falls down through your hair and over your nose. The next jet of white leaps from my cock head and hits you square in the face. In almost a slow motion sequence I watch as it splatters in a hundred wet shards over your nose, cheeks and lips. "Oh yes, Donnie cum all over me!" You scream you encouragement. The third spurt shoots out and splashes into your now open mouth, nearly gagging you with its velocity as it hits the back of your throat. More and more of my semen pulses from my penis and streams down over your body as my intense orgasm fades. By the time a stroke out the last it looks like a literal stream of cream has washed over your face and naked upper body. I swear this is the thickest, whitest cum I've ever produced. I stand there holding tight to my still extended cock until the last of my cum trickles out over my hand. "Look at the mess you've made, old man." You look at me and I am literally in awe as I look at you and my cum drips off your face and down your chin. "I think you look beautiful! I also can't believe you let me do that, you've never let me cum on your face before!" I say as I watch a trail of cum drip from your chin, onto your breasts and slowly slide down your quivering stomach. Carl laughs as he withdraws from your pussy and says, "You've earned all that cum, Mary Ann!" I can't help but look at that condom as it slips from your sex and almost points at me. As utterly amazing that is in itself when I look at the overfilled tip of the condom I get a huge smile on my face. If that rubber had not been so tight fitting or had not been on at all I swear the gallon of cum that must been in it would have been flooding out of your hot pussy, all over him and all over our expensive new couch. I look down at you and see your legs splayed open. Your dark curly bush is plastered to your womanly mound by your own extreme wetness as well as the thick white cum of mine that has trailed its way down there. Your normally thin beautiful pink lips are now all thick, puffy and gaping wide open from being stretched so from Carl's extra thick cock. You give out an exhausted moan and lean back on Carl's thighs your palms resting on his knees. "You okay, Dear?" I ask. "Umhmm. Yes." Your eyes are closed and a huge grin is on your lips. "It's been quite a night for you," I keenly surmise. "This was...it was incredible." You say. "I can't believe this happened." "Me either." I agree. "It was all good though right?" You open your eyes and look at Carl licking your sticky lips. "Yes indeed. One night I won't soon forget!" "So you honestly enjoyed this?" Carl asks. "I would have never in my wildest dreams ever thought this could happen. Not to me!" You state as you get up off his lap. "I've never been with two men at the same time and I wasn't sure I really ever wanted to. But that was great!" You look at Carl, who is smiling up at you, his cock finally wilting back to somewhat normal. "Glad you liked it so much." "No way did I think my night was going to end up like this," you say now fingering the globs of cum on your body, "Oh and Carl I can't thank you enough for, well, taking my picture." He shrugs innocently, "I think you've thanked me plenty." His condom covered cock lays limp against his thigh now. I also notice Carl has his camera in hand. He had the presence of mind to pick it up and is shooting more pictures of you including your cum covered face and naked body. You and I look at each other and then simultaneously we burst into serious laughter.