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Nancy and the Produce Man Pt. 01

By: Calvin427



1. Shopping with Nancy

It was a Saturday in early September when Nancy and I decided to go shopping at a nearby mall called Stonestown Galleria. Fortunately, since it was fairly warm for San Francisco, she put on a pair of very short shorts, a low-necked peasant-style blouse, and sandals. 

I say "unfortunately" because, though it may seem odd to some people, one of my greatest pleasures is watching the effect my beautiful thirty-two-year-old wife has on other guys. I love it when they leer at her, especially when they get to see more of her than what most people would consider decent. Nancy knows this, so when the weather allows it she wears quite revealing clothing and sometimes arranges "wardrobe failures" of various kinds.

Anyway, on this particular Saturday, while standing about thirty feet away from her, I noticed that she'd attracted the close attention of two rather nerdy-looking young guys. 

We were in the Gap and this happened as she was holding several tops against her upper body to see how they fit. The guys noticed (or, to be more exact, one of them noticed and nudged his friend so he'd notice, too) that her slightly diaphanous blouse revealed that she was braless.

The bolder of the guys, slightly built and Middle Eastern-looking, walked over to Nancy and stood only four of five feet to right of her. Turning to his friend, standing about ten feet behind him, he simultaneously grinned and blushed. A few seconds later he said something to Nancy. Smiling, she answered him. Then, holding a green top up against her chest, she apparently asked him his opinion of it.

Noticing me looking at her from thirty feet away, my wife flashed the tiniest of smiles at me. She did this just over the Middle Eastern guy's left shoulder, and the smile was so slight that I'm sure he didn't notice it. But the signal was clear enough. I knew she was about to improvise a little show for me and her new admirers.

The more backward guy, tall and gawky, walked over and stood next to his friend. 

Nancy put down one top and picked up another one. Facing the two of them, she held it up against her chest. Again, she seemed to be asking them what they thought of it. I couldn't quite hear what they said and was about to move closer to them when Nancy did something wonderful.

She let the top slip from her fingers and fall to the floor at her feet. I heard her say "Oh, damn it" as she bent down to retrieve it. At the same time, the Middle Eastern guy knelt down and made a weak effort to pick it up for her. So, briefly, my wife was leaning forward with the guy's eyes only about sixteen inches away from her perfect-though-smaller-than-average breasts, which, as her loose blouse fell open, were suddenly on full display. 

From my angle I couldn't quite see her breasts, but I know the guys could. The kneeling one had a close-up and total view of at least one of them. From his vantage point he could easily see at least one of my wife's beautiful light-pink nipples. The taller guy, who was standing up, had a similar view but from a few feet farther away. 

The gaping blouse spectacle would've only been a fleeting one had Nancy not prolonged it by letting the top slip from her fingers a second time as she was picking it up from the floor. So she had to bend forward again to retrieve it before straightening up.

The whole incident lasted only a few seconds. But, watching it, my cock began to stir in my briefs. 

But that was all there was to it. This was a public place, after all, and there was only so far she could go without attracting the attention of store security. 

Smiling, she picked up her purse from the floor (giving the two guys another quick view) and, flashing another quick smile at me, headed out of the store.

Watching her leave, her two voyeurs stood together for several seconds admiring the way her ass looked in her shorts and grinning sheepishly. Then there were a few seconds of rather childish swearing and laughing (I began to wonder if they were even out of high school) before they gave each other "high fives." I waited to see if they'd follow Nancy out of the Gap, but for some reason they decided not to.

A few minutes later I caught up with Nancy out in the mall and gave her a big hug. I whispered in her ear, "That was great! You made those poor guys' day." 

"Too bad they were such geeks," she said, laughing. 

We shopped a little more then left. As we drove home, I brought up the incident in the Gap: "I know those two guys were pretty nerdish," I said. "But did you have fun showing them your tits?"

"You know how I am, Cal. I'm into letting strange men see too much of me, especially while you're watching. But this wasn't going to go anywhere, beyond their just getting a quick look. Since it was just a tease and not part of a seduction, it was less interesting to me than it might've been."

"So you're up for seducing some more attractive guy?" I asked. "It's been awhile."

It had been awhile since Nancy, with my enthusiastic approval of course, had seduced and had sex with another man or men. For the past nine months or so we'd been busy with our jobs and pretty content with monogamous married-couple sex. 

Nancy smiled at me and asked, "Would you like to watch me with another man again? I was beginning to think you'd lost interest in it."

I told her I definitely hadn't lost interest.

"How about this weekend?" I asked. "Do you feel like getting into some sort of trouble?"

"Maybe. But I think I'd like to set up something that's especially erotic for me. I don't feel like just going to a bar and picking up some random guy."

I asked her what she had in mind. This weekend, she said, she might consider reprising a favorite role of hers: that of a financially desperate housewife trying to make fast money in order to bail her loser of a husband out of some kind of mess. For some reason, she found it quite arousing to play the part of a woman who only reluctantly does something sexual. The role allowed her to pretend to be at least somewhat innocent. 

We'd played this game about a year ago when Nancy posed as a woman married to a student who'd threatened to drop out of college if she couldn't earn some money quickly. She'd explained to the several guys who joined her in the game that she couldn't earn enough money legitimately because of a poor job market. So, though she'd claimed that it mortified her, she'd had to resort to erotic modeling. She ended up fucking several guys while I (playing the part of a videographer who was paying her) filmed all the action. [My write-up of this in "My Wife's Costume Romp"].

"Maybe," said Nancy, "I can locate some nice guy interested in very discreetly helping a poor housewife with an erotic modeling project she's been hired for."

"I guess that means, despite what you said, you'll have to go to a bar. I can tag along and make sure no one takes immediate advantage of a poor but sexually hot martyr to her family. You know, I could be just another guy in the bar."

She laughed and said, "I know you, Cal. You like to tag along because you like watching me getting slavered over by strange guys." 

Of course, she was right. She knows that I like observing the early stages of her contact with other men almost as much as what they end up doing together. 

2. Nancy Puts on a Short Skirt

When we got home from the mall at about 3:00 o'clock, Nancy suddenly announced that she had to go food shopping at a nearby Safeway store. Before she left, though, she ran upstairs and changed out of her shorts and into a short denim skirt. I asked her why the emergency food trip since we were pretty well stocked and didn't really need anything.

She smiled at me a little wickedly and said, "Well, I actually do need to pick up a few things. But I have another reason for going now. It has to do with what we were talking about in the car. But please don't ask me about it right now, OK? I'm not sure it'll work out and if it does, I want it to be a surprise."

I asked her if she'd like me to come with her. She said she'd rather I didn't. She thought she could do what she needed to do better alone.

Giving me a quick kiss, Nancy grabbed her purse and started out the front door. She hesitated in the doorway, smiled over her shoulder at me, and flipped the back of her skirt up to show me how great her ass looked in a pair of tight-fitting white panties. She then closed the door behind her and walked down to our car. 

That was it. No further explanation. I watched out the front window as she took off for the store. 

Why had she changed into a short skirt? As we were driving home from the mall, talking about her connecting with some other guy, I'd gotten pretty aroused. In fact, I'd planned to fuck her as soon as we got home.

That would have to wait until later.

I got a can of beer from the kitchen and plopped down on the sofa in the living room. The short skirt was obviously meant to entice someone. On her way out the front door, she'd made a point of teasing me by showing me her ass. Did she plan to do this for somebody else? Did she have anyone particular in mind or was she just making herself ready in case something developed this afternoon?

At about 4:00 o'clock Nancy called to tell me she was about to have coffee with a guy who worked at the Safeway store where she was shopping. She said he worked in the produce section, had flirted with her several times, and might be a good candidate for our sort of fun. 

Today, she continued, she'd spent a longer time than usual in his section talking to him. As usual, he flirted with her and she'd flirted back. His name was Ben. Also (she said with emphasis) he was very good looking. He was very athletic, too. He played in some sort of amateur soccer league. She'd also learned, because it was one of the first bits of information he'd volunteered, that he'd recently separated from his wife (with whom he'd had a child) and didn't have a steady girlfriend. 

Ben then mentioned that it was nearly time for his break and invited her to have coffee with him. So, as she was speaking to me, she was waiting for him to join her at the Starbuck's in the Safeway store. She started to tell me something else but abruptly interrupted herself to say: "Bye, Cal. He's already here. I'll have to call you back."

I tried to imagine my beautiful wife, wearing a short skirt and a revealing blouse, sitting at a table with a guy I'd never met, a guy who was "very good looking." Knowing her so well, I knew she'd probably managed to show him a lot of leg and maybe even her crotch. And he would've been able to tell right away that she was braless. My head spun as I imagined several horny scenes that could be taking place, even in a grocery store. 

Did she plan to bring him straight home? This wasn't likely to happen because we'd agreed earlier that we were never to let her (or our) conquests know where she lived. That's why, except once in a carefully planned encounter, she'd always pretended to be only a guest or visitor to our house.

At about 4:45 Nancy called to say she was just leaving the Safeway store and would be home soon. I asked her if she'd be alone and she said, "Of course I am. At least for now I'm alone. I'll tell you all about Ben when I get there."

At a little past 5:00 o'clock Nancy pulled up into the driveway. I opened the door and waited for her to carry her purse and a bag of groceries up the front steps and through our front door. She had a big grin on her face.

In the kitchen, she poured herself a glass of wine while I got another can of beer. Then we returned to the living room and sat down. I found myself getting very excited. I really needed for her to tell me what she and the produce guy had been up to.  

"Well, first of all," she began, "Ben seems like a pretty nice guy. Despite being young and handsome – he's only twenty-two -- he doesn't seem arrogant or too full of himself. He made it pretty clear, though, that he's really attracted to me."

I wondered how long she'd known him. "You've seen him several times before, right?" I asked.

"Maybe six or seven times. It seems like he's working most times I've shopped there. He goes out of his way to say hello and make small talk with me. And he definitely makes of point of checking me out. He's not at all subtle about checking out my tits or my butt."

"But this was the first time you had coffee with him?"

"Yep."

"So, how did the conversation go?" I asked.

"Well, before we went for coffee, I let it drop that I had a job as an erotic model working for a photographer. I complained about how hard it was to keep my husband from finding out about it. I made it sound like I was on the verge of leaving him – I called him 'Bill' – but that I still needed to make money so he wouldn't have to drop out of college."

She paused to sip her wine and I said, "That must've really got his interest. It's probably not every day that a beautiful woman confides things like that to him."

"Well, he obviously wanted me to know that he was available if my husband 'Bill' was somehow not working out."

She paused to take another sip. "So by the time we sat down for coffee, I think he already had some idea that there might be chance for him with me. It wasn't just what I told him. It was how I'd been acting toward him. You know, standing a little too close to him, tossing my hair around a bit, making full eye contact, that sort of thing."

"So, while you were having coffee . . . ."

"You'll like this part. I told him I had a problem that I hoped he could help me with. I needed to find a male model to pose with me for a photographer. I meant you, of course. It wouldn't be exactly pornography, I said. I told him the photographer wanted to pose me with a good-looking man for some R-rated shots. I went on to say that, even though my husband and I weren't getting along very well, I wanted to stay faithful to him. The photographer I worked for knew my limits: I wouldn't have actual intercourse with anyone but my husband."

"What did he say to this?" I asked. She hadn't prepared me for the R-rated bit. I knew, of course, that our little game needn't stay at such a mild rating level. But it would be a good beginning.

"He jumped at the offer. When I said I might be able to get the photographer to pay him a little for it, he said it didn't matter. Maybe just a few bucks for gas money. That was all he said he needed."

"So he's willing to pose with you. That's great. When can this happen?"

"I said I'd get back to him after I phoned the photographer. But I asked him if he was available tomorrow. He said that would be fine if it could be after 5:00 o'clock when he gets off."

"We might as well do the photo shoot right here in our very own living room," I suggested. "You know the drill. I'm an unmarried guy, with some but not a lot of money, who specializes in erotic photography. You'll have to act like you don't know your way around the house very well. Should be a snap."

"A snap? Well, I hope you don't mean I've been slacking off around here," she said, laughing.

I grabbed her and kissed her. She has a quick wit as well as being incredibly sexy. 

Breaking away from my embrace, she said, "I'll call Ben and see if he can come over tomorrow at about 6:00 o'clock."

As she picked up her cell to call him, I added, "Tell him to clean up and shave. I'm going for the clean-cut-lovers look here."

Nancy walked into the dining room to make the call. Sitting in the living room, I listened to her leave a message for him: "Call me back, Ben, and let me know if tomorrow is all right for you. Bye."

Then she returned to the living room and sat down next to me. Noticing right away that I had an erection, she sat down next to me, kissed me, and began stroking my cock through my trousers. 

"I see you're already looking forward to this," she whispered in my ear. "You're thinking of me with Ben right now, aren't you?"

"You guessed it," I answered. We then necked on the couch for several minutes. As we kissed, I reached under her blouse and fondled her high, firm breasts. Very gently, the way I know she likes it, I squeezed each nipple until it was fully erect. 

She continued stroking my hard cock through my pants. Then she asked, "Would you like me to suck your cock, Cal?"

I didn't answer. I didn't have to. She knew how much I wanted her to do it. She stood up and quickly pulled her blouse over her head. Topless and wearing only her skirt and sandals, she knelt on the carpet in front of me and watched as I took off my shoes and wriggled out of my trousers and briefs.

"What a wonderful cock you have," she said, looking at it as though for the first time. And, slumping back in the couch and spreading my legs to accommodate Nancy as she leaned forward, I had to admit that, in the cock department, I was no slouch. It's an honest six and a half inches long and fairly thick. 

Soon she was running her tongue all over the head of my cock, which she gripped firmly in her right hand. Then she took the head of it into her mouth and began sucking and running her tongue all over it. She took about two inches of my cock into her mouth and began bobbing her head slowly up and down it. She kept this up for some time. It felt wonderful and, because it was so quiet in our house, the slurping fellatio sound seemed almost loud.

"Do you think Ben has a bigger one than mine?" I asked her.

She didn't answer but kept moving her head up and down. I was close to cumming when, after another thirty seconds or so, she took my cock out of her mouth and asked teasingly, "Do you hope it is? Do you like the idea of watching me suck a cock that's bigger than yours?"

I started to answer when her cell phone rang. Still on her knees between my legs, she reached up beside me where she'd set it down and answered it. It was Ben. As she spoke to him for the next few minutes, she stroked my cock gently with her left hand.

I listened as she said (among others things that don't matter), "Yes, tomorrow. That would be fine. I'll meet you at the photographer's house. At around 6:00 o'clock, OK?"

They talked a minute or so more. Then, after saying she'd call him later tonight to confirm their appointment, she gave him our address. She told him she might be a little late but that she was sure I (er, the photographer) would be there when he arrived.

Beaming at me, she asked, "Could you hear what he was saying? Did you hear him say how he was really looking forward to tomorrow? He seems really eager."

I thought I'd overheard him saying something like that, but I wasn't sure.

Nancy, meanwhile, resumed sucking my cock. It felt wonderful, especially as I let my mind wander to the image of her doing this to another younger, more athletic man. After another minute or so I had to cum. Gripping the back of her head, I shot semen deep into her throat. She coughed once but swallowed all but a little of it that dribbled out of the side of her mouth.

Wiping her lips with the back of her hand, she smiled at me and said, "Cal, that was really a load! Maybe it's because we haven't fucked in several days." This sounded a little bit like criticism.

"I meant to fuck you this afternoon," I said. "Sorry I couldn't wait. Your mouth just felt too damned good."

I stood up, pulled her to her feet, and led her upstairs where we took a shower together. Then, remaining naked, we lay down on our bed and necked for a little while before being interrupted again by her cell phone ringing.

It was Ben again. He told Nancy that his schedule had changed and he'd be off at noon on Sunday. Could he meet her at the photographer's house earlier than 6:00 o'clock if it could be arranged? Lying next to Nancy on the bed, I could hear much of what he was saying. He was certainly eager.


Nancy and the Produce Man Pt. 01



As my wife lay on her back calmly talking to this guy about doing a sexual photo shoot the next day, I began playing with her cunt. She spread her knees to give me better access but managed to keep talking as though she were alone. 

Nancy said the photographer couldn't do the session until 6:00 o'clock but that maybe she could spend a little time with him beforehand. Could he meet her at a bar for a few drinks at around 4:00 o'clock? She said that honestly she felt nervous about working with a male model and needed to relax. "Honestly," my ass!

Meanwhile, feeling devilish, I'd climbed down between her legs and begun eating her cunt. But even as I lashed her clitoris with my tongue and sucked it gently, she did pretty well maintaining a calm conversational tone on the phone. 

Ben offered to pick her up at her house but she told him that would be impossible. (She gasped a little as she said this because I'd lifted her lower body an inch off the bed and buried my tongue deep inside her.) Her husband Bill would be home, and she'd have a hard time explaining why she was taking off with a strange man. Could she meet him at a bar? She mentioned (with another almost inaudible gasp as I gave her clitoris an extra little suck) a place on Clement Street, and he said he'd see her there at about 4:00 o'clock tomorrow.

She rang off and, noticing that I had another erection, said, "Damn it, Cal! You're such a pest! How'd you get hard again so quick?"

By way of an answer, I climbed on top of her and shoved my cock into her cunt. Very wet from the eating I'd given it but still quite tight, it felt wonderful. I fucked her missionary style for almost five minutes before pulling out of her and rather roughly flipping her over on her hands and knees. 

Gripping her slender waist from behind, I entered her dog-style. I drove my cock into her harder and harder, not caring the least bit for her pleasure. The truth is I felt like punishing her with my cock. I even allowed myself, as I fucked her, an absurd thought: How dare my darling wife make a date with a man on the phone while I was between her legs eating her cunt! I'd show her! After only a minute or so of this irrational, absurdly angry fucking that was about as close to rape as I'd ever come (I mean, after all, my loving wife was only doing what I wanted her to do. What right did I have to be angry?), I was on the verge of erupting inside her.

But despite the crudity, the deliberate lack of finesse I was showing as a lover, Nancy began to respond strongly to me. I felt her body stiffen under my hands and she raised her head and moaned loudly. Then she exclaimed loudly, "Oh, fuck! I've got to cum, Cal! Oh! Oh!" So, as my cock spurted deep inside her cunt, Nancy had her own, very intense orgasm, too.

The truth is we hardly ever have simultaneous orgasms. That this was brought about by my being more than usually insensitive was a puzzle to me. I didn't let it unsettle my mind, though. Instead, I continued gripping her waist and kept my cock buried inside her for almost another thirty seconds while I felt her body shuddering under my hands. She seemed to be having little aftershocks.

Finally, I pulled out of her and rolled over on my back. I'd made a big mess inside her and semen spilled out Nancy and on to the bedspread. Then she rolled over on her back, too. For almost minute we just lay there breathing heavily. Then she laughed. "What got into you?" she asked.

I was ashamed to tell her about my irrational feeling of anger as I fucked her. Instead, I just lay there catching my breath.

Throwing her arm over my chest, Nancy whispered, "Whatever you were doing then, please do it again soon."

I said I would. I wondered to myself if my delicate-looking wife liked sex a little rougher than I usually gave it to her. But I also wondered if it was her thinking about being with another man tomorrow, even if it was to be only for a supposedly R-rated photo session, that had gotten her especially aroused.

I dozed off for a while, and I think Nancy did, too. When I woke up she was getting dressed.

A little later we went out to dinner and a few drinks. We were just an average-looking husband and his beautiful wife having a conventional Saturday evening out together. If only people knew how unconventional we really were!



Nancy and the Produce Man Pt. 02



3.  I Meet Ben.

We woke up late on Sunday morning, got dressed, and went out to breakfast at a favorite coffee shop of ours. As we ate, Nancy teased me a little about posing with her new friend Ben later in the day (she knows that part of the thrill for me when she's with other men is jealousy), but I tried not to be too preoccupied with the thought of it.

After breakfast, we did some yard-work. I cut the lawn in the back and pruned a few branches while Nancy pulled out some weeds. I think both of us were just trying to keep busy so the early evening photo session would arrive sooner. 

We went upstairs after lunch and took a shower together before lying down for a while. Fooling around in the shower with Nancy had given me an erection, but we decided not to fuck. Instead, she gave me a wonderful blow-job. I then drifted off to sleep for maybe thirty minutes. 

When I woke up at a little after 2:00 p.m., I was treated to the sight of my gorgeous naked wife rummaging around in the closet trying to decide what she was going to wear for her pre-photo-session date with Ben later in the afternoon. 

She had her back to me and looked absolutely gorgeous. Her shoulder-length blonde hair, her thin waist, and her perfectly shaped ass made her look like a Greek goddess.

After a few minutes, having chosen a dress, she turned around and noticed me looking at her. "You're awake," she said unnecessarily. "How do you like this dress? Do you think Ben will like me in it?"

She held up a dress I hadn't seen before. It was sort of raspberry-colored and looked fairly short.

"Put it on," I said.

She stepped into it and did a little spin to show me how it looked. The dress came to just above her knees. It was made of some light-weight material and flared. 

"It looks great," I said, now sitting on the side of the bed. "What are you wearing underneath?"

"I think I'll just wear a pair of panties. I know we'll end up naked, but I want to give the guy something to do before we get there."

Saying this, she went over to her lingerie drawer and pulled out a practically nonexistent undergarment. It turned out to be a pair of g-string panties, which she adroitly stepped into. The garment was white and consisted of nothing but a very small panel and some strings. Turning her back to me, she pulled up her dress in the back to show me her ass. If I hadn't just watched her put on her panties, I'd have thought she was completely naked. The string completely disappeared in the crack of her ass.

Standing behind her, I zipped up the back of her dress and reached around to feel her breasts. As I did this, I kissed her neck and gently squeezed her nipples through the thin material of the dress. "He'll love this dress," I whispered to her.

Damn! I was about to send my wife out in this revealing dress to meet some guy in a bar. I knew he'd notice, unless he had terrible eye-sight, her nipples standing out under her dress. If Nancy had a drink or two in her, he'd probably also get a look or two up her dress at her barely-covered crotch.

What the fuck was I doing?

Nancy pulled away from me then and said she needed to finish getting ready. In the bottom of the closet, she located a pair of sandals with heels. She put them on then immediately took them off.

"I know these make my legs look good," she said, "but they're not very comfortable. I'll put them on just before we leave for the bar."

Then she disappeared into the bathroom to work on her hair and make-up.

So I got dressed (in a pair of cargo shorts and a T-shirt) and went downstairs. I watched television awhile and thought some more about the afternoon bar scene I wouldn't be able to watch. Could I sneak into the bar and see how her date with Ben was progressing? Not a good idea, I decided, since he'd meet me later in the guise of a photographer. It wouldn't do for him to have just seen me in the bar.

Looking absolutely beautiful, Nancy joined me in the living room at about 3:00 o'clock. She snuggled with me on the couch but asked me not to mess up her make-up. 

"Would you like us to pose in here?" she asked.

"I think so. I'll sort of arrange the room while you're at the bar. I think I'll start you off here on the couch and gradually move you to the floor."

"That sounds doable to me," she said, gently teasing me cock, which had gotten hard again. "I can tell you're really looking forward to this. To tell you the truth, I'm a little nervous about it."

I asked her why.

"I don't know. Ben's not used to modeling naked and sometimes he acts like he wants me to be his girlfriend or something. I just hope he doesn't freak out and get all jealous-boyfriendy on me."

"Maybe your job in the bar," I said, "is to get him horny enough that romantic ideas take a back seat. Do you think you can do that?"

"Well, I can try. But I don't know about your logic. Your hard dick shows that you're horny now. Does that mean you have no romantic feelings for me?"

I laughed and said that I loved her eternally with feelings one might find described in an Elizabeth Barrett Browning sonnet. But, I added, I loved fucking her incredibly sexy body as aggressively and unromantically as possible.

We talked a little more then went for a short drive in the neighborhood of bar where she was going to meet Ben. To kill time and relax, we stopped at a parking lot and shared a joint. It was very good stuff and by the time I dropped Nancy off at the bar at just after 4:00 o'clock I had a nice little buzz on.

Double-parking after letting her out of the car near the bar, I watched her walking toward the bar entrance. Just as she reached the door, a breeze blew her skirt up and she just barely managed, with a quick arm movement, to keep her ass covered. Knowing I'd seen this, she turned and flashed a broad smile at me. Then she opened the door and went inside. I knew that Ben would soon by envy of every other man in there.

I drove home to wait for them. It was only about 4:30. I'd have to find some way to pass the next hour and a half. So I arranged the two floor lamps in the living room so that they'd give maximal light to the carpeted area in front of the couch (which I pulled away from the wall about fourteen inches so I could stand behind it and take overhead shots of my models sitting on it). 

It was still pretty light outside. But I knew the fog would roll in later and that I'd be pulling the blinds shut. I'd have to depend, in part at least, on artificial light.

Then I made sure my camera was ready, arranged and rearranged the pillows on the couch and floor, took a piss, drank a beer, experimented with various kinds of music CDs in the player, and just paced around.

Finally, at just before 6:00 o'clock, a small car pulled up in the driveway. Looking out the living room window, I watched the driver (Ben, of course) open his door and move quickly around to the passenger side to open the door for Nancy. Her description of him was pretty much right on – he was very good looking in an obvious sort of way. He appeared to be a little taller than I am, maybe six-feet-one, and was on the slender side. I guessed his weight at about 170 pounds.

Anyway, when he opened the door for her, Nancy appeared to struggle getting up and out of the car. She swung her legs out toward Ben, "accidentally" opening them rather wide as she did to make sure he got a good view of her crotch. I watched his eyes go down there a few seconds before he reached down to pull her to her feet. Since her g-string panties didn't cover much, he probably hadn't actually seen her pussy. I knew it wouldn't be much longer until he did.

When he pulled Nancy to her feet, Ben embraced her and she kissed him. It wasn't a passionate kiss, but it was a fairly intimate one, involving tongues and lasting about three seconds.

Holding her purse and sandals in her hands (I guess she'd found them too uncomfortable to keep on), Nancy preceded Ben up the stairs to our front door. I stepped away from the window so they couldn't see me watching them. Seconds later, the door bell rang.

I didn't answer it right away – no need to seem eager -- so one of them rang it a second time. Waiting another few seconds, I opened the door and invited them inside.

That's when I noticed that Nancy's dress, as she stood in the doorway backlit by the sun, was very transparent. Every contour of her body was temporarily on display. I wondered how many guys at the bar had enjoyed looking at her body. I'd have to insist that she wear this dress when we went out together in the future.

"Hi, Cal!" said Nancy, too loudly. "We're here. This is my friend Ben. He's the guy I got to pose with me, OK?" She set down her purse and sandals on a chair and put a hand around his waist.

I shook hands with Ben, who smiled broadly at me. It took me a few seconds to realize that he was drunk. Not fall-down drunk but legally drunk. I hadn't taken this into consideration. I'd let my wife ride with a drunk driver. In the future, I'd be more careful. Watching her with other men was great, but I didn't want her getting killed to make it happen.

I asked Ben and Nancy to sit down on the couch. I'd thought about getting them something to drink, but since they'd clearly had a few already I didn't. Maybe later.

"Did Nancy explain what I'm after today?" I asked Ben.

He looked at her as though waiting for her to do his talking for him. When she didn't say anything, he finally said, "Well, she said we'd pose together. And that it might mean getting naked."

"That's about right," I said. "I do erotic photography. And that usually means nudity. Nancy's been modeling for me for quite a while, but she's never posed with a partner before. You're very handsome. Have you ever modeled before?"

He looked at me with a flash of suspicion. The photographer thought he was handsome? What the fuck? Is he gay or something?

But that thought, if it was there, passed quickly from his mind. He decided to answer the question. "No. I never modeled before. I'm not really the type."

Type? All that's required, jerk (I thought to myself), is a dick between your legs. I decided to change the subject. "I don't think we need to get too explicit today. I'm looking for some heavy petting, a lot of it while you're partially clothed. Think of it as first or second-date sex."

Nancy got up then and said she had to go to the bathroom. I told her where the downstairs toilet was (through the dining room and kitchen, in the guest room), as though she didn't know. When she left, I invited Ben into the dining room to show him some photos I'd laid out on the table. They were from of a shoot I'd done with her at a beach south of Half Moon Bay.

And they were very explicit. Several of them were taken of Nancy on all fours, spreading her legs and raising her butt in the air. They showed, close-up and in full detail, her cunt and asshole.

He didn't say anything at first. Then, studying them carefully, he said, "I didn't know she posed for shots like these. I thought she did, you know, artistic nudes."

"Well, art is in the eye of the beholder," I answered. "To me, all parts of Nancy's body, including the parts between her legs, are beautiful. They're suitable subjects for photography."

Then, ducking into the kitchen (from where I could hear the toilet flushing in the guest room bathroom), I got a beer for Ben and one for me. We carried them back into the living room to wait for my wife to return.

On her way back from the bathroom, I heard Nancy hesitate in the dining room. Then, seconds later, she yelled at me, "What are these photos doing here, Cal? I hope you didn't show them to Ben!"

Seconds later she was back in the living room, with a perplexed but not an angry expression on her face. "Those photos are pretty embarrassing, Cal. I hope Ben wasn't too shocked by them."

I looked at Ben, who was smiling self-consciously, and asked, "Were you shocked?"

Nancy sat down next to him again. She looked at him intently, waiting for his answer.

He chose his words carefully: "We, maybe. They were surprising. But, actually, I liked looking at them. Like Cal said, all parts of your body are beautiful."

She kissed him on the cheek and rubbed a hand over his chest. "Thank you," she said quietly.

4. The Posing Begins.

When Ben finished his beer, and didn't seem the drunker for it, I gave my two models their instructions. I asked them to begin fully clothed, on the couch where they were already sitting, and gradually get down to their underclothes. Then we'd see what happened. I asked them to be as natural as possible but told them I'd be asking them occasionally to hold poses.

I shut the living room blinds and turned on the floor lamps at either end of the couch. Then, pointing my camera at them, I said, "Let's get going. First, Ben, let's see a little necking."

He didn't move and looked at me with a very uncomfortable expression on his face. Sensing his hesitation, Nancy said, "Maybe, Cal, you can go away for a little bit. I think we can get into it better if you weren't here, at least right away. We're both new to posing with a partner, so we might need some rehearsal time."

She was lying, of course. But she was probably right about Ben. 

"OK, guys," I said, "I'll cool it for a while upstairs while you get comfortable with each other."

Nancy laughed and said, "Well, actually, we already practiced some of the necking part in the car. But that's different than being looked at." Then she stood up and turned off one of the floor lamps. I guess it was wanted to soften the mood.

So I left them alone together and went upstairs to our bedroom. So Ben and my wife had been fooling around in his car. I'd guessed as much. I wondered how far it had gone. My guess was kissing and maybe some tit squeezing. A few minutes after I arrived upstairs, where I sat down at my computer to read my e-mail, I heard music coming from downstairs. Nancy must've put on one of the CDs I'd put in the carousel. It sounded like Norah Jones.

I killed ten or fifteen minutes in the bedroom. I couldn't hear anything except the music coming from the living room and, once or twice, the sound of Nancy laughing. 

Finally, I went downstairs again. About halfway down the stairs I announced myself: "OK, guys. Ready or not, I'm coming down."

When I stepped into the living room the two of them, still on the couch, looked up at me. Nancy was lying on her back with her head in Ben's lap and her legs toward me. She had raised her right leg at the knee, and I was immediately given a view up her dress to her crotch, where I could just barely make out the little panel of her g-string panties.

Ben's left hand was resting on her breasts, but he wasn't caressing them (though I suspected that was what he'd been doing only seconds earlier). He looked a lot more relaxed and Nancy looked pretty pleased with herself.

"Ben's ready to go and so am I," she said with a little laugh. "I think he's already got a hard-on." As she said this she rolled her head back and forth teasingly over his crotch area. He was wearing a pair of loose trousers, so his erection wasn't visible to me.

"That's to be expected," I said, readying my camera. "Maybe, Nancy, you can start us off by sitting up next to Ben and doing a little necking."

When she sat up I noticed that the back of her dress had been unzipped all the way down to her lower back. This meant, as she turned toward Ben, that the top of her dress was resting pretty precariously on her shoulders. 

Soon they were clutching each other, kissing. Her unzipped dress kept slipping off her shoulders even though she made a weak effort to keep it up. Moving over behind the couch, I took six or seven shots of them in the early stages of their sex scene. After several minutes of necking with each other, Nancy looked up at me and laughed.

"This dress doesn't want to stay on, especially since Ben unzipped me," she said.

What she said was true but misleading. The main reason the dress didn't want to stay up was that Ben kept tugging it down. I got an especially nice shot of Ben kissing her as, using his right hand, he pulled the front of her dress away from her body enough to reveal most of her left breast.

"I think you can take the dress off. You're right. It's not covering much," I said.

Nancy broke away from Ben and stood up. She started to pull her dress over her head, but I stopped her. "Let's have Ben take it off for you," I suggested.

Ben stood up then and, yes, he definitely had an erection. He adjusted it under his trousers so it was slightly less conspicuous, but it showed anyway. Facing Nancy, he bent down to the hem of her dress and immediately began raising it. When he'd lifted the dress almost to her waist, I stopped him.

"Let me take some shots of the dress coming off in several stages. Just hold there for a few seconds," I said.

I knelt down in front of Nancy and took several shots of Ben's hands lifting the dress to expose her crotch. I asked her spread her legs slightly so I could get a better shot of the panel of her panties. A few tufts of reddish-brown pubic hair stuck out at either side. 

Then I told Ben to raise the dress up all the way over her head.

"Hold it there for a second," I said, backing away to take several longer shots. The dress now completely hid Nancy's upper body, including her head, as she stood with her arms in the air. But her breasts were fully on display and I saw that her nipples were quite erect. Despite the artificiality of the sexual posing, she'd become aroused.

"OK, pull it all the way off her now," I said. Ben did this quickly and tossed the dress on a chair near the couch. Nancy, naked except for her ridiculously skimpy panties, stood smiling at me. Looking at her slender, rather pale body, I was incredibly proud to be her husband and have sexual access to her at virtually any time. 

"You look really great in those panties, Nancy. But don't look at me," I said. "I need to you relate to Ben as though I weren't here."

Ben, wearing a short-sleeved shirt, slacks, and tennis shoes, stood next to her wondering what to do next. For a few seconds I was at a loss for ideas, too. 

Finally, I decided to move the two of them down to the carpet: "I think, Ben, that you can get down to your briefs now. I'd like to get some shots of the two of you making out in your underwear."

As Ben began undressing, Nancy picked up her cell phone and stepped into the dining room. She stood in there, virtually naked with her back to Ben and me, and made a pretend phone call. I heard her leave a message for "Bill" that she'd be home late. She said she was doing something with some friends (or something – I couldn't hear too well). 

When she returned to the living room a minute or so later, Ben was down to his briefs. I hadn't realized before that his erect cock was so large. But now, looking at it bulging and stretching to the side his briefs as though trying to escape through a leg hole, I was really impressed.

And so was Nancy. "Gosh, that's a really big one you've got there. Does it hurt to have it bound up like that in your underpants?"

Ben looked embarrassed and unsure what to say to her.

"Is it bigger that your husband's?" I asked her.

"Oh, my God, yes," she said. "Bill's is way smaller. I haven't been with very many men before, but, honestly, that's the biggest one I've ever seen! It's a good thing we're not going all the way. I'm not sure I'm ready for anything that size."

I had to admit that Ben's cock was quite a lot bigger than mine. And he was still in his briefs. I wondered how big it would look when he took them off. I'd know soon enough, I guessed.

I asked them to lie down together on the floor and resume necking. I then moved one of the floor lamps further toward them and turned it on. The fog rolling in had made it quite a lot darker.




Nancy and the Produce Man Pt. 02



A rather silly CD by a singer named Regina Spektor (whom Nancy likes but I don't) was playing.

There was surprisingly little self-consciousness on their parts as they got down on the carpet and got into their roles. As I photographed them kissing and pressing their virtually naked bodies against each other, it occurred to me that they weren't entirely acting. They were completely into the scene.

As he kissed my wife, Ben moved his right hand up and down her backside. It finally settled on her naked ass, which he caressed tenderly. I knelt down to get several shots of his hand on Nancy's ass and noticed that several times his fingertips came dangerously close to her cunt. Each time he did this with his fingers Nancy made a little moaning sound that seemed almost like encouragement.

Looking at the photos later, I saw that in one of the close-up shots (which I took while lying on my belly just behind Nancy's rear end) Ben's hand had briefly lifted her top ass cheek up enough to fully expose her asshole. In the photo, definitely one of my favorites, the end of his middle finger is less than an inch from it.

Without being asked, Ben stopped kissing Nancy and pushed her down on her back. He then raised himself on his left elbow and took a few seconds to look up and down the perfect blonde body lying almost completely nude beneath him. Nancy, lying with her hands lying on her belly, looked up at him with an almost amused expression on her face.

"Do you like me?" she asked quietly.

He didn't answer. Instead, lying on his belly and raising his upper body over Nancy's, he leaned over her and slowly brought his mouth down to her right breast. He started by kissing and tonguing her right nipple. When his mouth made contact with her nipple, Nancy let out a very small gasp and closed her eyes. Then, placing her arms on the carpet at either side of her, she pushed her chest up almost imperceptively toward him. It seemed almost an involuntary.

Though he probably didn't need it, I decided to give him further encouragement at this point: "Yes, that's great, Ben. Take your time with those gorgeous little tits. Really enjoy them. Treat them like your playthings. You can tell she loves what you're doing."

Over the next two or three minutes, as I took photo after photo, Ben moved his mouth, with slow deliberateness, from one of my wife's beautiful pink nipples to the other. As she moaned with pleasure, he licked and sucked Nancy's nipples until they were fully erect. Then he batted them around with rapid fluttering motions of the tip of his tongue.

As I took close-up shots of Ben's tongue working on my wife's nipples, my cock got very stiff in my pants. Since I'd had the foresight not to wear briefs, I was able to reach down and adjust my hard-on so it was less constrained in my cargo shorts. 

Since Ben had his lower body flat against the carpet as he sucked Nancy's nipples, I couldn't tell how he was doing with his erection. I doubted that it had gone away. He was having too much fun with my wife's breasts for that to happen.

I was about to suggest to Ben -- who seemed almost fixated on Nancy's breasts -- that he move on to another part of her body when he did it on his own. As he'd attended to her breasts, which Nancy had continued pushing upward into his busy mouth, she'd raised her knees and spread her legs so that her cunt had become quite a temptation.

Raising himself up on his left arm, Ben reached down her body with his right hand and began stroking her cunt through the little white g-string panel. Then for some reason he got interested in the little tufts of pubic hair that protruded on either side of the panel. He tugged at them playfully as though trying to pull more hair out from under the panel. Since Nancy didn't have a lot of hair there, he soon gave up and returned to rubbing her cunt, concentrating on her clitoral area.

She was loving it, of course. As he prodded her clitoris through her panties, she kept groaning and whispering, "Yes. Yes. Oh, Ben, yes." 

To get a better look at what he was doing, Ben got on both knees next to Nancy's body, which was laid out beneath him like a smorgasbord. As he did this I couldn't help noticing his erection, which was stretching the left side in his briefs. It looked huge! Still using his right hand, he kept masturbating my wife through her panties. 

I knelt down at Nancy's feet and got several great shots of Ben's hands caressing her partially covered cunt. Once or twice, he pulled the little white panel aside and made brief contact with her cunt lips. Her body stiffened each time he did this.

I asked him quietly not to remove her panties. I liked the way they looked on her. 

He may have taken this as criticism because he stopped caressing her cunt and lay down next to her with his head near her crotch. Gripping her ass firmly in his left hand, he pulled her toward him so they were lying on their sides with their bodies upside down to each other. He then pressed his mouth against her pantied cunt and began kissing it. Taken by surprise, Nancy squealed and laughed when he did this, but it soon became obvious that she was enjoying how his mouth felt. When he lifted her left thigh up to get better access to her crotch, she stopped laughing and closed her eyes.

Ben's genitals, meanwhile, were very near Nancy's face. After enjoying having her cunt kissed for almost a minute (more or less silently), she seemed to become aware for the first time of the very prominent swelling in his briefs. Almost timidly, she touched the bulging shaft of his cock with her right hand.

As soon as he felt her hand on his cock, Ben threw his left leg over her head and rolled my wife on her back so that her cunt just beneath his mouth. He then lowered his head and resumed kissing her cunt more energetically, pausing several times to lick and kiss the soft skin of her inner thighs an inch or two on either side of her cunt.

I told him to keep doing this while I took several photos of his mouth working on Nancy's crotch. "That's great, Ben," I whispered to him. "I really like what you're doing to her pussy. They're going to be really good shots."

Nancy groaned and said something I didn't catch. I rose from my kneeling position between her legs – my excited hard cock would've been obvious to them if they hadn't been so busy -- to see what was happening at the other end of the sixty-nine position my models were posing in.

I was delighted (and ashamed, jealous, turned on, disgusted, etc.) to see that my beautiful wife had raised her head so that her mouth was pressed up against Ben's scrotum. She seemed to be kissing and blowing warm air on it. I also noticed (how could I miss it?) that the head of his cock, bulbous and pink, was now protruding about an inch under the waist-band of his briefs. It was simply too large to be contained inside them.

Ben raised his head from Nancy's panties and looked back at what she was doing to him. "Damn that feels good," he said softly. "Your mouth on my balls feels really great. No one ever did that for me before."

She laughed and wriggled out from under him. She said, "I'm glad you like it. I was getting smothered, though. Let me get my breath."

She was still lying on her back, at a slightly different angle than before. Ben looked at her for a few seconds then, tucking his hard-on back into his briefs as best he could, crawled quickly between her legs and lowered his face back down near her cunt. This time he wasn't content to eat her through her panties, though. 

Without asking my permission (after all, I told them to behave "naturally"), he gripped the string that constituted the waist band of Nancy's tiny g-string panties and abruptly tugged her panties down. As he did this, she raised her ass off the floor so he could completely remove them. Getting up on his knees, Ben pulled them down her legs and over her feet. Then, after taking a few seconds to look at her fully exposed cunt, he dove down between her legs and began kissing and tonguing it.

Nancy gasped as he began eating her cunt. Holding a breast in each hand, she lay back and closed her eyes. Soon a low murmering sound came from her.

I asked Ben to slow down a bit and move his head slightly to the side so I could get close shots of his tongue and lips doing wonderful things to my wife's cunt. I knelt down next to him with my camera and got maybe twenty shots of his tongue lashing her clitoris, buried inside her, and licking up and down her cunt lips. I was struck by the difference in textures, seen up close, between his tongue and her vagina. And the little sloshing sounds coming from Ben's performing cunnilingus on her made the scene seem especially obscene.

As Ben ate her, Nancy spread her legs a bit further apart and thrust her cunt up against his mouth in little fuck motions. I loved watching her stomach muscles tensing and relaxing as she did this. 

This went on for quite a while, and after maybe five minutes of having her cunt eaten Nancy raised her head and surprised me, and I think Ben, by whispering, "No. Please stop now." 

Ben raised his sloppy-wet face from her well-eaten cunt and looked first at her then at me.

Nancy, placing a hand over her cunt, quickly explained: "I need you to stop now, Ben. I'm too embarrassed. I mean, I didn't think I have an orgasm and I don't want to now. Not in front of both of you. It's just too embarrassing!"

Then, great little actress that she is, she began to cry.

Raising himself to his knees (which caused me once again to be surprised by how large his erection was), Ben wiped his mouth off and asked her if she was "all right."

She didn't answer but just lay there on the floor with one hand over her crotch and the other over her eyes.

I asked her if she'd had an orgasm. She sat up and, averting her eyes from Ben and me, said, "No, I didn't. But I almost did. Ben almost made me have one just then. It's just too embarrassing."

Then she quickly got to her feet (gorgeously naked from head to toe) and announced that she really needed to get herself together. She said she'd need to call her husband right away. Temporarily ignoring Ben and me, she picked up her cell phone and retreated into the dining room where she made another imaginary call to her husband "Bill." I could hear her pretending to leave him a message, something about not to expect her home until later tonight.

She returned to the living room and, for some reason, apologized to Ben and me: "I got too drunk earlier today. And I got out of control sexually. I'm sorry for doing that. I'm supposed to be a professional model. I didn't mean to ruin the photo shoot." 

Then she asked me if she could take a shower and maybe rest awhile in the guest room. I told her she had nothing to apologize for and gave her permission to use the shower and rest for as long as she wanted to. 

Ben, his cock beginning at last to subside in his briefs, asked me if the photo shoot was over. I told him it was. I didn't think Nancy was ready for anything else tonight.

Nancy walked over to him and embraced him. "I'm really sorry, Ben. If you want to, you can lie down and rest with me after I have my shower. Would you like to do that?"

He hugged her back and kissed her. His hands gripped her ass cheeks as they kissed. He didn't need to say yes. He was obviously going to join her in "resting awhile." 

Then, as I announced that I had to go upstairs and process the photos I'd just taken, I watched my completely naked wife take Ben by the hand and lead him into the dining room on their way through the kitchen and into the guest room.

I turned off the music in the living room and ran upstairs where, after taking a piss, I lay down for a few minutes on our bed – Nancy's bed and my bed – to listen to what might be going on downstairs. I couldn't hear anything at first, but after about five minutes I heard Nancy turn on the shower in the guest room bathroom.

As soon as I heard this, I threw on a sweater (since it was beginning to cool down outside) and quickly ran downstairs and out the front door. I was dying to get to back yard to find out what Ben and my beautiful wife were up to in the guest room!



Nancy and the Produce Man Pt. 03



5. What Went on in the Guest Room.

As I trotted around the side of the house, the fog was becoming even thicker. This made it a fairly dark night. In fact, the only light in the back yard was coming from our guest room window. The blinds were closed, but a narrow beam of light streamed through the four-inch opening in a slat that I'd made some time ago. I'd done this, of course, to create a viewing place for a voyeur like me.

I've written elsewhere about how I used this viewing place three other times: once to watch my wife with a teenager ["My Wife and the Teenager"], once to fuck her myself while the same teenager peeped in on us, and a third time to watch her with a guy she'd picked up in a bar ["My Wife's Convention Adventure"]. 

Pushing past a lilac bush and stepping up to the guest room window, I was immediately treated to a view of most of the room, all but the right corner of it and (to my left) the area by the small bathroom. Nancy had turned on the table lamp to the right of the double bed.

Ben was lying on the bed staring up at the ceiling with his hands behind his neck. He'd taken off his briefs and I noticed that his erection had pretty much subsided. His cock, resting on his left thigh, was still pretty impressive, though. He had a thick swatch of red pubic hair that I hadn't noticed before. 

Nancy was still out of my sight in the bathroom, where I could hear the shower running. She seemed to be really enjoying herself. Several times I heard her actually singing in the shower stall.

Then, as the pipes in our old house groaned, she turned the shower off. I watched Ben's eyes go to the door of bathroom. What was he thinking? Had they already talked about what might happen after her shower? Did she know he was waiting for her on the bed totally naked? I could almost see him thinking: Would her reluctance to have an orgasm with him dissolve when they were alone together? Would her insistence on not having actual intercourse weaken?

From our separate locations, Ben and I listened to Nancy climb out of the shower stall and open the bathroom door. I watched as a small gust of steam escaped into the guest room. She could now easily see Ben from the bathroom door. I heard her laugh and say, "Wow, you sure look relaxed there."

He smiled at her and brought his right hand down to his cock as though trying to at least partially hide it from her. His hand fully covered his scrotum but the shaft of his cock, no longer erect but already beginning to enlarge, still rested on his thigh.

A few seconds later, Nancy appeared from the left side of my field of vision. She'd wrapped her body in a beach towel and had her hair up under another smaller towel. The beach towel was folded above her breasts somehow so it wouldn't fall down while, raising both arms, she dried her hair with the smaller towel.

She stood awhile at the bottom of bed, with her back to me, talking to Ben. She then walked over to the nightstand on the right side of the bed and turned on a radio we keep there. She sat down on the bed with her back to Ben and fiddled with the radio until she found a classical music station.

Then, still sitting on the side of the bed, she resumed drying her hair with the small towel. She did this pretty vigorously and the motion of her arms caused the beach towel to loosen and fall down around her waist. She laughed and said "Oops" loud enough that I could hear it through the window. Now topless, she continued sitting with her back to Ben as she finished towel-drying her hair. 

When she finally turned around to face him, I heard him say something that ended, I think, with his calling her "beautiful." He then suddenly rolled his body toward her, reached out and gripped Nancy around the waist, and yanked her (as she laughed and squealed) from the side to the middle of the bed. This happened so fast that her beach towel fell off her and on to the floor next to the bed. 

Soon the two of them, stark naked, were clutching one another and rolling around much as they'd done (in their underwear) in the living room. After ten seconds or so of this, though, they arrived at a temporary resting place. I was then treated, for several minutes, to the sight of my naked wife lying face-to-face with a very good-looking naked man who was again sporting a full erection. (Yes, it was back. While watching Nancy hand-drying his hair, Ben had regrown his cock to its former size.)

They were kissing again. As he kissed my wife, Ben slid his right hand up and down her gorgeous body. His hand finally settled around her left ass cheek. He caressed and kneaded her ass for quite a while, but soon his fingers found their way between her ass cheeks. I watched them slide over her asshole and down to her cunt. I heard Nancy gasp as Ben inserted both his index and middle fingers all the way into her.

They kept kissing as he slowly finger-fucked her. He was thrusting his pelvis against her, too. But her left leg, which she'd thrown over his (to give him freer access to her crotch, I think), briefly hid his erection from me. So I couldn't see if his cock was making contact with her or not.

It suddenly occurred to me, as I felt my erection growing in my pants, how odd or suspicious I'd look to anyone watching me. I straightened up and looked around. Very dim lights were on in the neighbors' houses on either side of us, but the brick fence on one side of our yard and the shrubbery on the other side made it difficult, if not quite impossible, for someone in their yards to see into ours. A taller brick fence at the back of our house was way too tall to look over. 

So, reasonably sure no one could see me, I dropped my pants and briefs to my ankles and peered back into the guest room. 

While I was taking a look around the yard, Ben had moved so that he was now on his knees next to Nancy. She was now lying on her back with her feet toward me and her legs spread. Ben still had two fingers in her and was slowly running them in and out. And his left hand was caressing her right breast. 

After about thirty seconds of lying flat on her back letting Ben finger-fuck her, my wife bent her knees upward and spread her legs a bit wider apart. Lifting her head to watch what he was doing to her, she began pushing her cunt up against his hand in little fuck motions. I noticed that she had her brow furrowed and looked somehow worried. But she wasn't, of course. I knew that she was just concentrating on how good his fingers felt working their way in and out of her.

Knowing how orgasmic she is, I wondered how close she was to cumming.

Meanwhile, I had my hard cock in my right hand slowly jerking off. Watching this lucky bastard playing with my wife's naked body was getting me very excited.

Ben kept finger-fucking Nancy, but he soon stopped playing with her breasts and leaned forward over her lower body to get a closer look at how her cunt looked as he fingered it. Then, after about thirty seconds of this, he moved very quickly down near the foot of the bed, crawled between her legs, and pressed his head up between Nancy's thighs, which were now spread wide apart. Nancy immediately made a little squealing noise as he began kissing and tonguing her cunt.

For the next two or three minutes, I was limited to a rear view of Ben's head as he performed very thorough cunnilingus on my wife. When he occasionally rolled his head slightly to one side or the other, though, I could easily see his jaw working. Just over his shoulders I got several glimpses of Nancy's upper body and face. She alternated between looking down at what Ben was doing to her and ecstatically throwing her head back on her pillow.

She was obviously loving it. I heard her groan several times and once she said something to Ben, but I couldn't make out actual words. The music was a bit too loud.

After another minute of so of having her cunt eaten, Nancy gripped her breasts, threw her head back, and, digging her heels into the bed, raised her crotch off the bed and up against Ben's mouth. Through the window, I was able to hear a series of faint but unmistakable noises my wife often makes when she has an orgasm. It lasted quite a while, but even as it subsided Ben continued to tongue and suck her cunt.

Amazingly, though my cock was hard and pulsing in my right hand, I somehow managed not to cum. I wanted to see even more of Nancy in action with Ben before I did this.

Recovering from her orgasm, Nancy reached down with her hand and gently pushed Ben's mouth away from her cunt. When he raised his head and rolled over on his left elbow, he unknowingly provided me with a perfect view of my wife's well-eaten cunt. Her labia, glistening wet, were swollen and a darker red than I'd ever seen them. Her reddish-blonde pubic hair above it was wet, too. Ben must've spent quite a bit of time licking her clitoris and just above it.

Still between my wife's legs, Ben raised himself to his knees. Then, reaching below her thighs and tugging her toward him, he swiftly brought his cock down to her cunt. 

I wasn't quite ready for what happened next. Looking between Ben's legs, I was surprised to see his thick cock suddenly disappear all the way into Nancy's cunt.

Damn! He was fucking my wife! And he wasn't even wearing a condom!

I heard her gasp then say something to him that sounded almost angry. Disregarding her, Ben drove his thick cock deep inside her seven or eight times before Nancy, in a surprising show of strength, pushed him off of her.

He rolled back on his haunches facing her as she backed up against the head-board. She sat there glowering at him. I had only a side view of his face, but I could see that he was trying to apologize. She was telling him off, this man she hardly knew who had just rudely broken the rules by sticking his cock in her.

Then, a minute or so later, responding to something Nancy said to him, Ben sat down on the side of the bed. Nancy quickly climbed off the bed, walked around it, and repositioned him so that he was sitting on the bottom-left corner of the bed (the part of the bed closest to my viewing place). She then dropped to her knees in front of him. Damn! It didn't take her long to get over (pretending to be?) mad! My darling wife was about to give the Safeway produce fucking man a blow job. And she was making sure I'd get a close-up view of it! 

Ben leaned back on his elbows to watch what Nancy was doing to him. Pushing her hair from the side of her face (so my view was unobstructed), she immediately gripped Ben's big cock and brought her mouth down to its swollen purplish crown. Holding the cock in her left hand, she slowly licked around its crown. 

There was a break in the music on the radio just then, and I heard him say, "Oh, yes!" She continued kissing and licking around the head of his cock until, about thirty seconds later, she lowered her head and began running her tongue slowly down the shaft of the cock almost all the way to his balls.

Then she pulled her mouth off of his big cock and brought her mouth all the way down to his balls. Leaning forward, she licked and sucked Ben's scrotum, as she held his cock against his belly with her left hand. That's when I realized I couldn't hold off cumming any longer. Watching Nancy's lips and tongue working on a stranger's balls was too much for me. Stroking my cock furiously, I ejaculated, in one large spurt and a second smaller one, on the ground beneath where I was standing. 

The pleasure was so intense that it was all I could do to keep from shouting out.

When Nancy eventually stopped sucking his balls and resumed sucking his cock, Ben began making some of the noises I was afraid to make. Because of the window and the music playing on the radio, I couldn't hear exactly what he was saying. But I think I heard, "Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" several times. Then I definitely heard him exclaim, "Oh, fuck, don't stop!"

Damn! I knew from experience how good my wife's soft mouth and busy tongue felt on my cock! Ben was one very lucky bastard. 

He placed his left hand behind Nancy's head as she sucked his cock. He obviously didn't want her to stop. There didn't seem to be any immediate danger of that, though. She had her eyes closed, as though in ecstasy, as she did everything with her mouth she could to make his big cock feel good.

After maybe two minutes of this, Ben suddenly began thrusting upward. This action of his caused almost four inches of thick cock to slide up into Nancy's mouth. Gagging, she jerked her head up, forcing Ben's cock from her mouth, and coughed. Then, smiling at him and she recaptured her breath, she again lowered her mouth over his cock. She must've relaxed her throat somehow because she was now able to take almost five inches of cock into her mouth. 

I watched her left cheek closely. The cheek would hollow as she sucked Ben's cock and, when she stopped sucking and let her tongue dance around the crown, reveal the rolling action of her tongue.

Ben was obviously getting very close to cumming. He said something to Nancy, a warning maybe, and she took his cock out of her mouth. 

He sat up then and placed his right hand around his cock and his left firmly behind my wife's head. I watched as he jacked himself off for a few seconds before letting out an animalistic grunting noise and directing three large spurts of semen all over my beautiful wife's upper lip, nose, and left eye.

It was a huge ejaculation, one he'd been building up to for the last two hours. Nancy, still kneeling between his legs, looked over to the window where she knew I was watching to make sure I got to see the mess he'd made on her face. Somehow, though I never imagined it would be, I found the sight of her cummed-on face very erotic. I had my cock in my right hand again, but it was too soon for me to cum a second time.

I looked away briefly from the scene in the guest room then. Putting my not-quite-erect cock back in my pants, I peered back in to see what the aftermath of the blow job would be. 

Nancy was still on her knees between Ben's legs. He was leaning back on one elbow and gripping his still erect cock with his free hand. She was leaning forward to again kiss and lick his balls. He stared down at what she was doing to him with a look somewhere between smugness and disbelief. 

He had to be thinking: Damn! Just ten minutes ago this married chick was mad at me because I stuck my cock in her pussy. But then she sucked my cock and let me cum all over her face. And now here she is licking my balls!

She kept doing this for another twenty seconds or so before abruptly rolling back on her haunches and standing up. She laughed, said something to him, and walked quickly across my field of vision toward the bathroom. Still holding his cock (which though softening retained much of its size), he watched my wife's perfect ass disappear into the bathroom.

I decided that the show was over and walked calmly back around the side of the house. Quietly, I opened the front door and listened for any sounds coming from the guest room. Not hearing any, I made my way back up the stairs to our bedroom.

I lay down on our bed and, with images of Ben's cock buried deep in my wife's cunt, dozed off for a while. About thirty minutes later (I quickly checked my wrist watch), I was awakened by voices downstairs. Nancy was laughing about something.

Getting to my feet, I quickly went downstairs and found Nancy and Ben, fully dressed, sitting at the dining room table. He was drinking one of my beers.

"I hope you don't mind, Cal," she said. "Ben was thirsty and I got him a beer from the fridge."

He smiled at me sheepishly. He'd just helped himself to my wife's body. He might as well have one of my beers, too.

"No problem," I said. "But we need to plan one more session, I think. When's a good time for you, Nancy?"

"Is a week from today OK? It kind of depends on Ben." She looked at him enquiringly.

"I can do it next Sunday, I think," he said.

By "do it" I suppose he meant having oral sex with my wife while I filmed the action. Or maybe he was thinking that he could fuck her longer than the ten seconds or so he was able to manage a little while ago in the guest room. Maybe she'd relax next week and let him really show her what he could do to her with that big cock of his.

About fifteen minutes later, I had my jacket on waiting for Nancy. The plan was for me to drive her home. Ben had offered to do this, but Nancy said she wanted to talk to me alone for a while. She could do this as I (Cal the photographer, not Cal the husband) drove her home to her make-believe husband.

So Ben kissed her good-bye and left. As he pulled out of the driveway, Nancy and I walked down the street to where I'd parked our car. To make it look good, in case he made a pass by the house to check on us, we got in the car and drove toward downtown. 

We ended up at a coffee shop in the Castro District. We had a snack and talked about what had happened between Ben and her. She wanted to be reassured for some reason that I wasn't upset that she'd slipped and let him fuck her briefly without a condom.

"I mean," she said, "I was totally off guard. That's why I got mad and pushed him off so fast. He only fucked me for about five seconds, right?"

"More like ten seconds," I answered.

We then went home to bed. We were both a little tired, and she didn't seem very interested in fucking me. But she was good enough to suck my cock until I came in her mouth. I noticed that she used some of the tongue-swirling techniques that I'd watched her use with Ben. 

6. The Next Day.

On Monday, Ben called Nancy about two hours after I left for work. She thought she had the day off so took the time to talk to him for quite a while.

As soon as she got off the phone with him, though, she called me at work to tell me about the call. She said it had started off low-key but quickly changed into what amounted to phone sex. He kept talking about what a beautiful body she had. He especially liked her ass, he said. Just thinking about it made him hard. And he kept repeating how much he'd loved her sucking his cock and letting him briefly fuck her. 

He told her he'd never been so sexually excited before. He could hardly wait for their next session (planned for next Sunday) but wanted to see more of her before then. He asked her if they could get together later in the week. And without the damned photographer this time.

She'd told him she'd like to see him again, too, but that she'd be busy over the next few days trying to work out a few things with her husband "Bill." She told Ben she felt a little guilty about being sexual with another man but that she'd just learned her husband had been cheating on her with a secretary at his college. It had been going on for the past six months. This was pretty much the last straw for her.

She said she'd talk to him later after she found out if there was any future in her marriage. She doubted there would be.

Just before ringing off with me, Nancy said, "I know you won't mind, but I'm afraid I really got into the phone-sex part of the conversation with Ben. He got me so excited that I almost came."

I laughed and said, "Why, how dare you, you unfaithful minx! Just wait till I get home!"

But when I got home from where I work in Berkeley, Nancy wasn't home. I found a note from her telling me she'd tried calling me earlier but I'd hadn't answered. Anyway, she'd been called into work at the art gallery this afternoon. She wouldn't get off until around 7:00 p.m.

I called her at the gallery and told her I'd pick her up at work and take her out to dinner. 

It was misting when I got to the gallery. Nancy was standing in the doorway waiting for me. Clutching her purse and holding a sheet of plastic over her hair with one hand, she ran out to the car and climbed in. 




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"I forgot to bring an umbrella," she explained. "When I left I thought the weather was going to be nice."

Nancy was wearing an open hoodie over a semi-transparent white blouse, a long skirt, and a pair of sandals. Under her blouse she was obviously braless. Her perfect little breasts jiggled around freely beneath the blouse, and her nipples, made erect by the evening chill, poked out prominently.

Art gallery customers must've been getting quite a show today. The thought of tourists enjoying the sight of my wife's breasts moving freely under her thin blouse made my cock tingle with excitement.

I kissed her deeply and we drove to an Italian restaurant that we like in North Beach. As we ate, she gave me a few details about the phone-sex call with Ben. It had gotten pretty explicit. He'd told her how much he'd liked the taste of her pussy and how great her mouth had felt as she sucked his cock. Before the main course arrived, I had a full hard-on. 

As we were finishing dinner, she announced suddenly, "I'm working on an idea for making next Sunday's session a little more interesting. I already got it started on the phone this morning. I mean the idea of my being furious with my husband "Bill" for being unfaithful to me. If I were to become even more furious, and maybe show up at 'your' house for the photo session a little drunk, I think I could have a plausible reason for letting him have all kinds of dirty sex with me. You know, to get back at "Bill." Would you like watching that?" 

I took her hand, brought it down under the table, and pressed it against my erection. "What do you think?" I asked. 

Smiling at me, she squeezed my cock and whispered, "I love you for sometimes letting me be such a slut." 

Driving home about an hour later, we talked more about next Sunday's session. I had an idea that I asked her to think about. It involved a second guy. That would make for an even more interesting session.

"Sure," she answered, not taking me totally seriously. "Maybe a third guy, too. Especially if it's you. Maybe you could put your camera down and join my new friend in doing unspeakable things to my body."

By the time we got home, I'd fully shared my plan with her and she knew I was serious. It might or might not work, I knew. It would depend on somehow locating a second guy to join Ben and getting Ben to be all right with it. She'd need to talk him into cooperating. 

She said she'd begin working on it the next day.

Then she announced that she was just getting her period. The timing was pretty good. She thought she'd be finished by Sunday. 

Then we went to bed. I don't like vaginal fucking during her periods, so she sucked my cock awhile before asking me to sodomize her. Knowing that I'd probably want to do this to her, she'd douched herself anally.

(Especially since being sodomized by a guy in Montana two years ago – as I watched and videotaped -- Nancy has come to enjoy anal sex more and more. It's now a regular part of our sexual menu.)

As I ejaculated into her tight little asshole I was thinking about Nancy and Ben in the guest room yesterday. It had been wonderful watching Ben's big cock pounding in and out of my wife's cunt. I knew he'd probably love to be fucking her ass the way I'd just done. But, for tonight at least, that wonderful ass belonged to me!



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7. Nancy puts the plan into action.

On Tuesday morning, Ben called again. I hadn't left for work yet, so I sat down next to Nancy on the living room couch to listen in on the conversation.

I heard him ask her what was going on between her and her husband "Bill." 

"I've totally had it with that cheating bastard," she answered, feigning anger. "I'm moving in temporarily with a girlfriend until I can get my own place. I'll need to make more money to do this, though. I've been talking to Cal about our next session and he says he'll pay me more if I go all the way with you."

There was a brief pause. Then I heard him say, "That's OK with me." 

Nancy continued: "He also said it would be nice if I could get a second male model to have sex with another girl. Cal says it has all kinds of artistic possibilities."

I heard him laugh and say that this sounded like artistic bullshit to him. Then he said something about not wanting his face ending up all over the Internet.

"I wouldn't worry about that. Cal doesn't sell his hardcore stuff," she said. "If you're worried, though, how would you feel about wearing a mask?"

As he hemmed and hawed, Nancy went on: "Cal told me he already found another female model but no male yet. Most of the male models are gay, it seems. He's looking for a heterosexual with a clean health record."

I heard Ben say he didn't know any male models. 

"Well, do you have any young and fit friends who like sex and don't care much if they're seen doing it?"

He said something I didn't quite make out. Something about his soccer team.

Nancy laughed. "Well, I don't think Cal would want the whole team. Is there any one guy on the team who might want to do this?"

It was time for me to leave for work, so I stood up and spent several minutes getting my work stuff together. As I was getting ready to go, Nancy stood up a few feet away from me and continued her conversation with Ben. I walked over to her, gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, and headed for the door. 

The last words I heard from her as I was leaving the house were "Well, someone like him might do."

All the way downtown in the bus and on the BART train to Berkeley, I repeated that simple sentence to myself. Someone, a male friend of Ben's probably, "might do." He might do as a second guy in a photo shoot that was supposed to be two guys and two girls. What Nancy and I knew, and what Ben and a second guy couldn't know, was that there wouldn't be a second girl.

Nancy would be the only female in the photo shoot. The "other girl" was going to be a no-show. The two guys would have to settle for just one woman: my wife.

I called Nancy from work and asked her if Ben and she had been able to find a second guy.

"I should know later tonight," she said. "Ben has soccer practice with his team until about 8:00 o'clock. There's a foreign guy, from Eastern Europe somewhere, on his team. He's always talking about sex, always bragging about what a stud he is. Ben said if this guy's at practice he'll bring up the subject of fucking a good-looking girl in front of a photographer and see how he reacts."

"Is he fairly good looking?" I asked.

"Ben said he's short but very muscular. He's around five-nine."

"Would he expect to get paid?"

"We didn't get that far into the discussion. I'll find out when I talk to Ben later. But Ben did mention something we might want to pay for."

"What's that?" I asked.

"He said he'd like to get a same-day HIV/STD test. He knows a clinic that does it for about $150. If he had a clean bill of health, he thought I'd be less nervous about having intercourse with him. He asked me if I thought the photographer would pay for maybe half the cost of the test, especially since he wasn't taking any money for posing with me."

"Tell him yes. It's definitely worth the money," I said.

Just then something came up at work that required my attention, so I rang off. It was a personnel matter involving a conflict between two people I supervise. We resolved it in a meeting that dragged on for almost two hours. The whole time, as I listened to grievances and counter-grievances, I was preoccupied with the situation that Nancy and I were in the process of creating for next Sunday afternoon.

A situation that would involve Nancy, my beautiful blonde wife, having sex with two guys, one tall and handsome and other short and muscular. And I was in charge of the scene. I could watch and photograph Nancy sucking cocks, getting eaten and fucked, maybe even ass-fucked. 

I tried to imagine the various physical possibilities there were for one woman and two men. I'd seen pornographic pictures before of "double penetrations." But the women in these photos usually looked like hard, jaded whores. How would my beautiful, innocent-looking wife look trying to deal with two hard cocks?

Somehow I got through the day. The emotional crisis at work subsided when one of the aggrieved decided to quit. Good. I never liked him anyway. 

I took off a little early from work (claiming I had to go to another meeting), and arrived home a little earlier than usual.

Nancy had just gotten home from grocery shopping and was putting things away in the kitchen. She was a little surprised to see me home so early but turned around and gave me a very enthusiastic kiss.

"Grocery shopping, huh," I said. "I see you went to Safeway. Let me guess. You ran into Ben there, right?"

She smiled at me a little wickedly. "I guess I'm busted. I wanted to follow up with him in person to make sure he didn't forget about the guy on his soccer team. We had coffee at Starbucks and he did his best to feel me up under the table. He's really getting excited about next Sunday. He's going for his HIV/STD test tomorrow and I told him you'd pay for half of it."

"Did he tell you anything more about guy number two?"

"Not really. I didn't want to seem too curious. After all, he has the idea that the other guy is there to have sex with another girl, not with me."

"I think we need to get him tested, too."

"Sounds like a good idea," said Nancy. 

We had an early dinner and watched a little TV. As we lay together on the living room carpet watching TV, we had restrained, on-her-period sex. My darling wife sucked my cock a long time before I came in her mouth. 

At about 8:00 p.m. Ben called. We were still in the living room, half-dressed and still watching television. She turned down the volume on the TV and sat down next to me on the couch.

I got up, though, to go into the kitchen for a beer. If I missed part of her conversation with her big-dicked Safeway friend, she'd fill me in later.

While I was in the kitchen, I put together an after-dinner snack of chips and salsa for Nancy and me and returned with them to the living room. I put the snack down on the coffee table in front of us and tried to catch up with what was being talked about. 

"So he's OK with it?" I heard Nancy ask.

I heard Ben's voice saying that "he's OK with it," whoever the "he" was and whatever the "it" was. I suspected that it might be the foreigner on his soccer team that he'd mentioned earlier. The short muscular guy who considered himself such a stud.

He said something else I didn't quite catch. Nancy answered him: "I don't know who the other girl is. It's somebody Cal rounded up. But I know she'll be very good looking. Karl should have a good time with her."

So the other guy's name was Karl.

Suddenly Nancy made an excuse about having to do something and rang off. She slid up against me and gave me a big kiss.

"I think Sunday might be pretty exciting. Ben's friend was very receptive to the idea of fucking a girl while being photographed. Ben said he's a real show-off and something of a jerk. And he seemed willing to get tested."

I asked her what else she knew about him. 

"He's from Latvia and his name is Karl. He's a very good soccer player, maybe the best player on the team, and he works in a restaurant downtown."

We sat together talking for quite a while about the physical possibilities of her fucking two guys. Laughing, she wondered if it might end up being more gymnastic than erotic. She said she'd be up to it but needed to be reassured that it was really all right with me. She especially wanted to make sure I wouldn't mind if she got carried away and really let loose sexually. She especially expected to have a good time with Ben. His big cock had felt wonderful inside her, she said, even though he'd only put it in her for a few seconds.

I tried to ease her mind about this despite feeling pretty ambivalent about it. Seeing her with other guys in fact did make me jealous. Sometimes, especially when she had an orgasm with another guy, I'd get an almost sick feeling in my stomach. But the turn-on was so intense that, for me, these negative feelings were absolutely worth it.

We went to bed early. We talked a little more then she fell asleep next to me. I lay there for almost half an hour, thinking about what she'd said about how good Ben's big cock had felt inside her. I didn't feel jealous – well, maybe a little bit -- but I was slightly annoyed that she'd made such a point of mentioning it to me.

8. Biding our time.

The next few days went by quickly, though I could never entirely get what might happen on the coming Sunday out of my mind. It helped to stay busy. Short one crucial employee, I had to shoulder a lot more of the work than usual. I also had to initiate a new-hire procedure.

Ben called Nancy several times to confirm and, I think, just to talk about their session on Sunday. He also kept pressing her for the address where she was staying now that she'd split up with her husband "Bill." 

She was evasive, telling him that she was actually camping out at several of her friends' places. She also told him she wasn't interested in a dating just now; she'd like to keep their relationship, for now, just sexual. She admitted, though, that it wasn't easy for her to stay emotionally detached while having sex.

On Wednesday, Ben called to tell Nancy that Karl and he had scheduled same-day HIV/STD tests to be done the next morning. But they needed money so wondered if the photographer (that's me, course) would help them pay for the tests. She told Ben that she'd talked to him (me) and he (I) told her he would. He'd agreed to pay each of them $100. All they had to do was stop by the house later that night and pick it up.

Ben told her he'd come by our house for the $200 at about 7:00 p.m.

On the way home from work I got some cash from an ATM machine. Nancy and I had expected both Ben and Karl to come, but Ben showed up alone to collect the money for both of them at about 7:15. Nancy, keeping out of sight as I gave Ben the money, was disappointed because she'd wanted to see what Karl looked like.

As he was leaving the house, I said, "Pass the test, Ben, and I'm pretty sure Nancy will totally relax about you having all kinds of sex with her." He smiled broadly at me. As Nancy and I watched him drive off, I recoiled slightly at the pimpish thing I'd just said. Had I really given this guy special permission to fuck my wife without a condom? How sick was that?

On Friday, Ben called Nancy to tell her that both he and Karl had passed their tests. So, he said, both she and the other girl would be safe with them. He assumed they were clean, too. In the past three years, she told him, she hadn't had sex with anyone but her husband and, of course, him. And her husband (damn him to hell!) had used a condom when he'd cheated with the secretary, who was also married and supposedly otherwise monogamous. 

On Saturday, we took about an hour to prepare the studio cabin in the back yard for Sunday's session. The raised platform in the main room, covered with mats and pillows, would be fine for what we had in mind. Since the shoot was scheduled for late afternoon and evening, some artificial light would be needed. There was an overhead light and a floor lamp at one end of the platform that I thought would suffice.

Then we drove to Berkeley and had dinner at a friend's house. He and his partner are gay. It was sort of different being around two men who weren't salivating over my wife. 

We got home at about 11:00 p.m. We lay in bed quite a while talking about plans for the next day. 

Nancy fell asleep at a little past midnight, but I lay awake for quite a while thinking about tomorrow. I dozed awhile then woke up incredibly horny at a little after 2:00 a.m. I roused Nancy and, since she over her period now, fucked her cunt hard and very selfishly for about thirty minutes. For some reason, it was important to me to be her first Sunday fuck. 

Nancy didn't cum (unusual for her) but thanked me and said she'd really enjoyed being surprised like that in the middle of the night.

9.Finally, it's Sunday.

Sunday morning we woke up on top of a pretty large wet spot. I'd had an especially large ejaculation last night.

We rolled out of bed, got dressed (I put on a pair of cargo shorts with no briefs in anticipation of having to deal with a hard-on later) and went out for breakfast at a neighborhood coffee shop. Then we came home and I puttered around in the backyard studio cabin for a while. 

Ben called Nancy at about noon to make sure everything was set for later in the day. The session was supposed to begin at around 4:00 o'clock and Ben said Karl and he would definitely be on time. 

After a light lunch, Nancy went upstairs to get dressed. I sat down on our bed to watch her. Since it was fairly warm – San Francisco hardly ever gets really hot -- she put on a low-cut yellow summer dress that came almost to her knees over a pair of ordinary white cotton panties. She decided not to wear a bra. Stepping into a pair of sandals, she asked me how she looked.

I told her she looked casual but incredibly beautiful, like a Hollywood actress dressing casual to go shopping.

"You look good enough to eat," I said.

She smiled wickedly at me. "So, do you think these guys will want to eat me?"

"Of course they will. Unless they're shy about doing that in front of one another. I think some men are."

Nancy abruptly changed the subject: "I forgot to tell you something Ben told me that's kind of funny. It seems Karl, who's just a little older than he is, is nervous about not being a total stud, so he got some Viagra pills from a friend to make sure he can stay nice and hard. Ben asked me not to mention it because it might embarrass him."

"That's odd. But if he needs it to stay hard, so be it. Ben sure didn't need Viagra last time, did he? When Karl gets a look at you, he probably won't either."

Nancy went into the bathroom to work on her hair, and I went downstairs to check on the beer in the refrigerator. We were a little low, so I drove over to a neighborhood 7-11 store and picked up another twelve-pack.

When I got home, Nancy had already begun drinking wine. She'd had considerable experience in extreme sexual situations, but sometimes she needed a little "Dutch courage." Besides, we'd already decided that it would be especially authentic, in her role as wronged wife, for her anger at her philandering husband to be alcohol-stoked.

Our story for the guys was that she'd come by my house early, at about 3:00 o'clock, to ventilate her feelings about "Bill" and got slightly tipsy drinking my wine. Watching her standing by the living room window looking out for Ben's car, I noticed that she'd decided not to put on much make-up. This made her look wonderfully innocent, like a young housewife who just happened to be beautiful. 

"Are you ready for this?" I asked.

"I think so. As soon as I get into character as pissed-off, wronged wife, I'll be ready for anything. We're after uninhibited revenge fucking, right?"

I kissed her, letting the words "uninhibited . . . fucking" sink in. I knew she'd taken a shower. I supposed she'd given herself an enema, too. 

I watched television for about an hour. Then, out of nervousness more than anything else, I went back out to the studio cabin one last time to do some rearranging of chairs and pillows. I'd asked Nancy, when Ben and Karl arrived, to let them in the front door and lead them through the house and out the back door to the studio cabin.

I'd brought some beers out to the studio with me. As I waited, nervously practicing camera angles and so forth, I quickly downed two of them. I was taking a piss in the little toilet just off the main room when I heard the back door of the house slam and Nancy laughing. Then I heard a male voice, Ben's I thought.



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10. A contrived mini-crisis and slightly awkward preliminaries. 

A few seconds later the three of them entered the studio cabin. I shook Ben's hand and he introduced me to his soccer teammate Karl. 

Karl was shorter than I imagined he'd be, maybe only five-seven. He had a full head of curly black hair and was very broad-shouldered, so he probably weighed around 180 pounds. He had recently shaved, but I could see that he had the sort of thick, dark beard that probably needed shaving twice a day. He would've been handsome if it weren't for his rather narrow-set eyes and long nose.

I offered the guys beers, which they gladly accepted. Nancy stood near us holding a glass of white wine as though she were at a cocktail party. I asked the two guys and Nancy to sit down on several folding chairs that stood just in front of the raised platform.

I got right to it. "So, Karl, did Ben tell you what we're doing today?"

"Yes, he did tell me," said Karl, leering at Nancy. She sat next to him, with the hem of her summer dress pulled way up to reveal most of her bare thighs. "I think this one is going to be Ben's girl, right?"

"That's the plan," I answered. "I'm still waiting for Cindy, the one that's for you. She was supposed to be here forty-five minutes ago. I gave you her number, Nancy. Could you give her a call for me? She wasn't answering when I called awhile ago."

Nancy stood up, pretending to be more tipsy than she was, and said she'd left her cell phone in the living room. She staggered out of the studio cabin to make the imaginary phone call.

While she was in the house, I told Ben and Karl that Nancy had come to my house early to bend my ear about her husband. They'd had a fight that morning. I told them she was furious, that she wanted to get even with him for being unfaithful to her. I'd tried to calm her down, but as she drank she got angrier and angrier.

"Yeah," said Ben, "she did seem pretty annoyed when she met us at the door. She said something about wanting to 'show' her husband."

"She was pretty mad, OK, but I think she gave you a big kiss," said Karl. "She sure likes you a lot. You gave her good sex last time, right? She remembered that, I think."

I laughed and asked them if they thought she was too mad to want to have sex. 

"Maybe not with me," said Karl. "But with Ben, yes. I saw her put her tongue in his mouth real deep! She just shook my hand and that was all."

A few minutes later, Nancy, still walking unsteadily, returned to the studio cabin. She seemed quite frustrated. "She's still not picking up! I left a message asking her where the hell she is. This is really fucked up. How can we have this photo shoot without her?"

I tried to work up a feeling of fake concern. That damned "Cindy"! You just couldn't count on her.

The guys suddenly looked confused and maybe angry. 

"So there is no girl for me?" asked Karl, with a frown.

I stood up and walked over to Nancy. I put my arm around her and said, "Look, we'll just have to improvise. Do you think you can pose with both guys? I'll make it worth your while if you do."

She looked at me with an expression of dismay. Then she looked at them, sitting in their chairs looking up at her, and back at me again.

"I don't know," she said quietly. "I mean, at least I know Ben. But I just met Karl and . . . ."

"Well," I interjected, "if you really want to get even with your husband, doing two guys would be even better, don't you think?" The irony of her real husband telling her this wasn't lost on either of us.

She smiled at me and said, "I know he'd hate it. He thinks he has a right to have sex with another woman, but if he knew what I'm about to do he'd go nuts. I actually wish he was here so he could watch me with another man or, like today, with two other men. I'd like to see the expression on his face when he realized he wasn't the only guy I'd let enjoy my body."

"What about limits? You know, with two guys it could get pretty raunchy."

She pretended to flare up in anger. "Raunchy? I'm no girl scout, even if my prick of a husband thinks I am! As far as I'm concerned, we can do anything we want except something really weird like handcuffs or pain. I can handle pretty much anything else. In fact, it'll be a treat to be with guys who might want to try something besides the missionary position."

I let this sink in and glanced at the two guys. Karl was grinning lasciviously at Ben, who was trying his best to keep a poker face. Had Nancy just given them permission to fuck her in the ass? I'd just have to wait and see what happened.

We spent the next fifteen minutes drinking beer and listening to Nancy go on and on about how furious she was with "Bill" and complaining about what a lousy sex partner he was. She said part of his problem was a small dick. She used to like it well enough when she didn't know better, but (patting Ben on the thigh and looking at him meaningfully) now she knew better. 

Ben and Karl, at my suggestion, took a piss in the studio cabin's toilet. Then, because everyone seemed to be through talking, I clapped my hands and said, "All right, let's get down to business now. Give me a minute and I'll see if I can come up with some sort of imaginary story line for Nancy being with two guys at once."

Actually, Nancy and I had already decided on one. But the guys didn't need to know that.

"What I think might work is something pretty simple," I announced. "Think of it as theater. Nancy will play the part of an erotic model posing with a male model, played by Ben, for a photographer, played by Karl. As Karl photographs them having sex he gets more and more aroused until he has to join them."

None of them responded to the idea, so I continued as though it had been accepted. "And Nancy, your role here is to be pretty submissive. Like most female erotic models, you're not making many decisions. You just let the guys do whatever they want to you, OK?"

She nodded, actively consenting to the idea of playing a submissive.

"I'm going in the house to get my video camera for Karl to use as a prop. I'll be back in a few minutes." Saying this, I went into the house and fetched the camera. I also got a tube of lubricant from our bedroom. It might or might not be needed.

I dawdled around awhile in the house to give Ben and Karl time to digest what I'd just said about Nancy being submissive to them. When I got back to the studio cabin, Nancy and Ben were sitting on edge of the platform getting ready to play their roles. He had an arm around her waist and they looked like a pair of clean-cut lovers. Karl sat facing them in one of the folding chairs.

"I tinkled, too," said Nancy with big smile. "So I guess I'm ready."

I handed the video camera to Karl, asked him not to turn it on, and told Ben and Nancy to stand together on the platform. Then I had Karl climb on the platform, too. I told him to stay close to the models and pretend to be filming them in various positions. I wanted all three of them in my shots as much as possible.

"The first thing I want you to do, Ben," I said, "is to kiss Nancy. Then you can begin taking her clothes off. I want it to look like you're following Karl's instructions. When you get Nancy naked, you can take off your clothes, too."

"And Karl?" asked Nancy.

"Karl keeps his clothes on until the sex goes on for fifteen or twenty minutes. I'll say when, OK?"

Ben, Nancy, and Karl stood on the platform looking at me with blank stares on their faces. Sitting on one of the chairs by the platform, I aimed my camera up at them.

"There's a CD player over there," said Nancy, gesturing to the one sitting on the floor near the end of the platform. "Could you play some CDs for us?"

Despite all the puttering around I'd done in the studio, I'd overlooked the fact that sex usually goes better with music. So I quickly trotted over to the player, turned it on, and inserted a Ravel CD that I found in a box of CD's by the machine. Then I put two other CDs behind it in the carousel. One was a Willie Nelson and the other a Norah Jones. 

Then, returning to the front of the platform, I said (with a little laugh), "Anytime you want to start." The laugh covered the usual complex of feelings: anxiety, jealousy, shame, lust. I was in control of the situation, but for how long? Nancy had warned me that she might allow herself to get totally into what she was doing. She'd wanted to make sure I was all right with it. 

Ben embraced Nancy and pulled her to him. They stood on the platform kissing as Karl went down on one knee and pretended to be filming them. As Ben kissed her, Nancy threw her arms around his neck and returned the kisses enthusiastically if not passionately. 

As they stood there kissing, Ben brought both hands down Nancy's back until they rested on her ass. I took a side-view picture of his fingers playing with her ass cheeks through her sun dress.

I told Karl to aim the video camera at Ben's hands on her ass. He crawled over behind Nancy and did as I asked. I walked around the platform until I was directly behind him to get several shots of the back of his head and the hands-on-butt view he was supposedly videoing. 

After a minute or so of standing-up kissing and groping, Ben scooped Nancy up in his arms and gently laid her down on the mat. He then lay down next to her and resumed kissing her. As he did this, he ran his right hand all over her body. Without being told, Karl squatted down as though trying to get some good footage of Ben's hand caressing her breasts. 

"Take it nice and slow like that," I said to Ben. "Let me get some good shots of you feeling her up."

After thirty seconds or so of heavy necking on the mat, Ben brought his right hand down to the hem of Nancy's dress, pulled it up, and began stroking her cunt through her white cotton panties. She groaned with pleasure, then immediately reciprocated by pressing a hand against his crotch. I couldn't see at first what the effect on him this was having, but when I moved into a better position I noticed quite a bulge in his jeans already. I took quite a few shots of them kissing and feeling one another up through their clothing.

Meanwhile, Ravel's romantic music flooded the room.

"I think you can undress her now," I said over the music. Nancy had already kicked off her sandals so was now wearing only her sun dress and her panties. Ben was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and jeans. On his feet he still wore tennis shoes without socks.

They both sat up on the mat. Then Ben stood up behind Nancy, reached down, and pulled her again to her feet. Standing behind her, he unzipped the back of her dress, quickly pulled it up over her head, and tossed it down on the mat. Nancy was now gorgeously naked except for her white panties.

Still standing behind her, Ben reached around her and cupped her perfect, smaller-than-average breasts in his hands. Then, as Nancy closed her eyes and slumped back against him, he began gently manipulating her breasts and pinching her nipples. She moaned with pleasure, and I felt my cock tingle. I love watching other men handle my beautiful wife's body like this, and I especially love it when she is excited by it.

My mouth was suddenly dry. I had a hard time getting the words out, but I finally said, "Take your time, Ben. I want several more shots of your hands playing with those nice little tits of hers." 

Karl kept pretending to film them. Like Ben, he was wearing jeans. I couldn't tell if he was becoming aroused. But if he'd taken a Viagra, it was bound to kick in pretty soon. Or he might not even need it.

"I think you can take her panties off now," I said. "Do it in slow motion, so I can shoot it in several stages."

Ben, still standing behind Nancy with her breasts in his hands, continued squeezing them and kissing the back of her neck for a few more seconds. Then he squatted down beside her, reached for the band of her panties, and started to pull them down. 

He hadn't gotten very far when I interrupted him. "Turn her around, Ben, so her ass is toward Karl and me. I want a rear view of her, at first, as you pull her panties down."

But he didn't have to turn her around. Nancy did this on her own. As she stood there facing away from me and Karl (who was kneeling with the video camera at the edge of the platform about four feet away from Ben and Nancy), Ben reached up and resumed pulling her panties down.

Standing just behind where Karl knelt, I got a sequence of eight or nine very nice shots of Ben's hands exposing, inch by inch, first just the top of the crack of my wife's beautiful ass, then half of it, then all of it. I told him to stop tugging her panties down when they were about five inches below her ass. Then I told Nancy to spread her legs slightly so that the panties were stretched across her upper thighs. 

I was now fully into director mode: "Ben, I want you to act like Karl has just told you he wants you to bend Nancy over so he can get a better look at her rear end. He also wants you to expose her pussy from the back. So would you please do that?" 

Nancy laughed than and said, "I'm afraid I'm going to fall forward on my face. I'm not exactly sober, you know."

"OK," I said, "Nancy, you can go down on your knees and aim that pretty little ass of yours straight at us. But keep your panties where they are, you know, caught like that on your thighs. I like how they look there."

"And remember, Ben," I added with a laugh, "you're supposed to pretend that it's Karl, your videographer, who's telling you to do this." Karl looked at me and grinned self-consciously.

Nancy dropped to her knees, spread her legs slightly, and looked back at me over her shoulder. Still kneeling beside her, Ben reached out with his right hand and began patting and caressing the cheeks of her ass.

"You'll need to use both hands to show her pussy off right," I said.

Scooting a few inches closer to her, Ben brought both hands to Nancy's ass and, using his thumbs, pulled her cheeks wide open. Then he turned to grin at Karl, as though proud of the obscene spectacle he was creating for his teammate. I took several great shots of Ben spreading her asshole and cunt apart like this. Then closing them and spreading them again. He seemed to be having a lot of fun.

"That's beautiful, Nancy," I said. "Ben's really showing us what you've got. Do you like what you see, Karl?"

"That looks like a real tight pussy, that's for sure," he answered, without looking at me. "It would be great to fuck it." Karl's English was as stiff as my cock. For I already had a full hard-on watching Ben manhandle my wife.

11. Ben gets first crack at her.

When Ben slowly inserted his right index finger in Nancy's cunt, Karl laughed and said, "Oh, my friend. I wish I was you now."

Nancy spread her legs further apart and moaned as Ben began slowly running his index finger in and out of her very moist and bright pink cunt. When he began using both his index and middle fingers, her moaning became louder.

Then she said, very softly, "Oh, Ben. Yes. I like it like that. Keep doing it just like that."

I was now leaning forward with my camera taking shots from just behind Karl's head. He'd momentarily set the video camera down and was enjoying a nice view from about three feet away of his friend finger-fucking my wife.

Then Ben surprised me by turning to Karl and asking him, "Would you like to do this, too?" I couldn't see Karl's face, but he must've indicated to Ben that yes, he would very much like to do this. 

Ben removed his fingers from Nancy's cunt and, using both hands, again spread her ass-cheeks wide apart. Her asshole, pink and pulled slightly open, seemed to be inviting invasion. But Karl reached forward with his right hand and thrust both his index and middle fingers deep inside her cunt. Nancy gasped as he did this, though she'd heard what Ben had said to Karl so couldn't have been surprised at being fingered by a different man.

Karl finger-fucked Nancy's very juicy cunt for about thirty seconds as Ben grinned at him and kept her ass-cheeks spread. Meanwhile, Nancy kept groaning with pleasure and several times whispered, "Oh, yes. Oh, yes," over her shoulder at the two of them.

I was pleased to see that Ben had relinquished any special sexual claim to Nancy. Any romantic ideas he had about her seemed gone. He was now quite willing to share her with his friend. 

Then, as Karl fingered her faster and faster, Nancy reached between her legs and began fingering her clitoris. As she did this, I heard her say softly, "Oh, God. Oh, God!"

Was she already going to cum? I stepped slightly to the left side of my three models to get a better view of her face. Pressing the right side of her head against the mat, Nancy had her eyes closed and was breathing hard through pursed lips. 

I decided to intervene at this point. Nancy could wait awhile to have an orgasm. So I asked Karl to stop what he was doing and resume his role as videographer. It was time, I said, for Ben to really get busy with Nancy.

Grinning up at me (I was standing up now), Karl pulled his fingers out of Nancy and rolled back on his haunches. 

"You'll get your chance soon," I said.

Ben stood up then and quickly pulled off his shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes. His cock was fully erect and, when he removed his briefs, it sprung out and up at a gravity-defying angle. I don't know how many inches it was, but the cock seemed even larger than it had been when I'd watched him with my wife in the guest room a week earlier. Nancy, getting up on her knees and pulling her panties all the way off, looked up at it appreciatively.

Nancy said to him, "God, that's huge! What happened to you? Did you take a Viagra or something?"

Ben's face flushed. He started to say something, but Karl spoke first: "We both took a pill. I wanted to get extra hard and Ben said he wanted to try one, too."

Nancy laughed and said, "Let me get a closer look at it."

Ben stepped toward her and when he was in reach of her, she took his cock in her left hand. I thought she might immediately suck it, but instead she pushed the shaft of Ben's cock up flat against his belly and, leaning forward, began licking and kissing his balls, which were very tight in his hard-on-stretched scrotum.

"That's great!" I said. "Let me get some close-ups of you kissing his balls."

I crawled up to them to get a close-up side view of Nancy licking, sucking, and kissing Ben's scrotum. Karl was right next to me taking it in, too. 

"I'll bet that feels good," I said.

Ben reached down with his left hand and pressed it gently against the back of Nancy's head, which moved around quite a bit as she worked her magic on his balls from underneath and both sides.

"That feels so great," said Ben quietly. "No one ever did this to me before."

After almost a full minute of this, Nancy pulled Ben's cock down and held it at a ninety-degree angle from his body. She then steered the crown of it into her mouth and began gently sucking and tonguing it. She kept her eyes closed, concentrating fully on pleasuring his cock. 

Looking down at what my wife was doing to his cock, Ben exclaimed, "Fuck, Nancy! Just keep doing that!"

"And it looks great, too," I said. "Karl, get down right next to them and pretend to be videoing them. I need some photos of a guy filming Nancy while she sucks another guy's cock."

He did as I asked him and for the next five minutes or so, Karl took pretend footage of Nancy on her knees sucking Ben's big cock while I took real still photos. The slurping fellatio sounds and the groans and appreciative swear words coming from Ben's mouth were making my hard cock pulse with excitement.

Finally, Ben said, "Oh, fuck, Nancy. I'm going to cum if you keep that up."

She removed his cock from her mouth and looked up at him. "You mean you'd shoot cum in my mouth? You'd never do that to me, would you?"




Nancy and the Produce Man Pt. 05



Gripping his cock in his right hand as though trying to regain ownership of it, Ben laughed and said, "Of course I'd never do that to you. I'm a gentleman."

This was their little in-joke because only a week earlier he'd cum all over my wife's mouth and face. He had no way of knowing that I'd seen the whole thing, of course.

As I was recreating this incident in my mind, Ben got down on the mat with Nancy and pushed her gently down so that she was face-up and leaning back on her elbows. He then placed a pillow under her ass and spread her legs open. Lying on his belly, he crawled between her legs and scooted forward until his mouth made contact with her slightly elevated cunt.

For the next three or four minutes, Ben performed enthusiastic, sloppy-wet cunnilingus on my wife. I brought the camera up close and got some great shots of his tongue lashing her already swollen clitoris and lapping up and down her cunt, which he was pulling open with his fingers. Several times he stuck his tongue as far inside her as it would go and wiggled it around.

His nose was buried in Nancy's little swatch of reddish-brown pussy hair. I knew just how that felt, that wonderful little tickle.

As he did these things to her, Nancy was lying back with her eyes shut, thrashing around and gripping her breasts in her hands. She kept saying things like, "Oh, fuck! Oh, that feels so good! Oh, my God that feels good! Oh, yes! Keep eating me like that!" 

The music wasn't quite loud enough to cover the slurping liquid noises coming from Ben's mouth eating my wife's very excited cunt.

Finally, raising himself up from Nancy's crotch, Ben got up on his knees, took his hard cock in his right hand, and quickly brought it down toward her cunt. I knelt down behind him and watched as he guided the end of his cock to Nancy's just eaten cunt and slowly began pushing it inside her.

When his cock was buried deep in her, Nancy exclaimed, "Oh shit! Wait! That hurts. You've got it in too far. Wait!" Looking between their legs, I saw that his thick cock really did look too big for her cunt. I wondered if I should intervene. Watching my wife getting fucked was great, but not if it was hurting her.

Ben slowly drew his cock about halfway out of her. "Does it hurt now?" he asked.

Nancy hesitated, then answered: "No. But just wait a few seconds. I'll need to adjust to it. It didn't hurt last week so it should be OK today." (Oops, that ten seconds of penetration last Sunday was supposed to be their secret. Now that damned photographer Cal knew about it.) 

Ben kept still for maybe twenty seconds before slowly sliding his cock in and out of Nancy's tight cunt in little fuck motion that were only about half an inch in depth.

"Oh, yes," whispered Nancy. "Like that. Oh, yes! That cock feels really good now! Just do it slowly like that for a while. Oh, God, it's big! It's twice the size of my husband's." 

I noticed that Karl, impatient with the unrewarding role of imaginary videographer, was standing slightly behind me removing his clothes.

As I knelt just behind Ben and my wife, he gradually increased the depth and pace of his thrusts until after maybe a minute he was plunging his long, thick cock deep inside her. He wasn't giving quite all of it to her, but she was getting enough, and I could tell by the sounds she was making that she'd adjusted to its size and was obviously loving how it felt.

Now lying almost on my belly, I took fifteen or twenty shots of this large cock fucking my wife's tight cunt. And beneath the stuffed cunt, her tight little asshole. At times, I found myself viewing the scene almost impersonally as though I were looking at an abstract work of art. 

Nancy whimpered as she was getting fucked and her bare feet bobbed and danced in the air at either side of Ben's lean body. Several times, though, she wrapped her legs around his back as though trying to pull him even deeper inside her. I noticed that the grunting noises he was making were growing louder as he fucked her, and I watched her hands reach up and her fingers dig into his back as she screamed, "Oh, Yes, Ben! Fuck me hard like that! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

She was obviously about to cum and there was no reason to stop her. But I decided to say something to Ben, just loud enough for him to hear: "Try not to cum, Ben. We need you to last longer."

He made a frustrated, almost angry sound, as though I were spoiling his fun, and kept on fucking Nancy. Except he was now doing it more slowly. After a few more seconds of this slow fucking he stopped thrusting into her. He kept his cock buried inside her, though, motionless.

Nancy twisted her upper body to look past him at me. She looked a little angry, too. Then she said, "Fuck me just a little more, Ben. I want to cum now. I'm almost there!"

Hearing this, Ben resumed sliding that big cock of his slowly in and out of her. He did this mechanically, like a sort of fuck machine. Whatever he was doing, though, got almost immediate results. For less than a minute later, again reaching up with her legs and wrapping them around his lower back, Nancy screamed out: "Oh, God, Ben! You're making me cum! Ahhhh! I'm cumming! God, I love how your cock feels! Ahhhh!"

As my wife came loudly while being fucked by this guy she hardly knew, I touched the end of my cock through my pants and very nearly had an orgasm of my own. I couldn't take much more of this. 

Ben, meanwhile, held his big cock stationary inside my wife as she pressed her cunt up to fully engulf it. I could tell by the high-pitched little sounds she was making and the way her body was twitching that she was having a series of after-shock orgasms. They lasted almost a full minute. 

Finally, she fell silent and relaxed with her butt against the mat. Ben slowly, very slowly, pulled the full length of his cock out of her -- under the music I thought I could just barely hear a little sucking sound as he pulled out -- and sat back on his haunches. Karl, now completely naked and holding his erect cock in his hand, stood next to me staring at my wife's just-fucked cunt. Then he turned to me, almost imploringly. He may as well have said, "Put me in, coach!" 

Seeing his friend ready to take his turn with Nancy, Ben said, "Damn. Karl! I think that's the best fuck I've ever had. Her pussy is super tight. I had a really hard time not shooting a load inside her." 

"Thanks for not cumming. I need more shots of you fucking her, and I don't want to wait for you to recover," I said.

Sitting up on her elbows, Nancy looked at Ben and said, in her most sincere voice, "Thank you. Thank you, Ben. That was wonderful. Honestly, I've never had an orgasm like that before." [I felt like asking her, "Not even when I fucked you?" But I didn't. Besides, she was probably just bullshitting Ben.]

Karl quickly climbed on the platform and crawled over to Nancy. "Can we have some sex now?" he asked her. Still lying back on her elbows, she smiled at him indulgently. She'd just had a terrific fuck, she seemed to be thinking. How could this funny little guy have much to add to that experience? 

Karl was a pretty hairy guy, especially on his chest but also on his arms and back. Much more muscular than Ben (who stood a few feet from her with his erection still at about two o'clock), Karl's cock was adequate but quite a bit smaller than Ben's. It was also smaller than mine, but not by much.

Nancy quickly got on her knees in front of Karl. "Would you like me to suck your cock?" she asked. It was almost as though she wanted to get it over with.

Grinning at me, Karl pushed his cock into Nancy's face. As I brought my camera up close to where the action was about to occur, I noticed that his cock differed from Ben's in another way. It was quite purplish and had a definite upward curve to it.

As she had done with Ben, Nancy pushed Karl's cock up against his belly and began licking and sucking his scrotum. I stood next to him as she knelt in front of him, getting several good downward shots of her looking up at him with her beautiful blue eyes while she worked on his balls with her mouth. Then, getting down on her level, I got several side shots of her tongue lashing his scrotum. 

"That feels great, doesn't it?" I heard Ben ask.

"Oh, my golly, yes," answered Karl. I almost laughed at this odd use of English idiom.

After about thirty seconds of ball licking, Nancy suddenly took almost the full length of Karl's cock into her mouth and began moving her head slowly forward and backward. As she did this, she gripped his butt with both hands. For the next minute or so, I got some great shots of her with just the end of his cock in her mouth, then part of it, then all of it.

But after a short time, not content with the slow pace, Karl gripped Nancy's head with both hands and began ramming his cock more quickly in and out of her mouth. She made a muffled sound, when he first increased the pace, that was somewhere between surprise and a complaint.

But he kept it up and she soon relaxed, closed her eyes, and let him fuck her mouth as fast as he wanted to. It was a wonderfully submissive thing to do.

He finally pulled his cock out of her mouth and announced, "I want to fuck you now!" He wasn't asking. 

Karl quickly pushed her down on her hands and knees and dropped on his knees behind her. Ben stepped toward them, as though about to interfere with his teammate's roughness. But, like me, he just watched as Karl pushed himself up against Nancy's gorgeous rear end and prepared to enter her dog-style.

Nancy stopped him, though. "Wait a minute. I think I need a little lubrication down there first. Cal, do you have something?"

I took the tube of lubricant from my shirt pocket, set down the camera, and went over to her. Pushing Karl to the side and kneeling behind her, I squeezed some gel out of the tube and put it on to my fingers. Then I knelt down and applied lube to her cunt and asshole. Her cunt-lips were red and swollen from the hard fucking Ben had just given her.

Taking my time applying the gel, I let my fingers go a short way into her cunt. When I slid my fingers over her clitoris, she shuddered slightly. Then, on an impulse, I quickly inserted and removed a well-lubed index finger in her tight little asshole. When I did this, Nancy shuddered again and made a little squealing noise. "Cal," she said teasingly, "you're such a nasty man!" 

I then got out of the way to give Karl access to my wife's gorgeous crotch. By lubing her asshole as well as her cunt, I'd signaled that it wasn't an unacceptable idea for Ben and him to take advantage of both. And by her half-hearted complaint about my fingering her asshole, she'd pretty much given her consent.

As soon as I was out of his way, Karl knee-walked up behind my wife and inserted his cock inside her. Nancy, leaning forward on her elbows, moaned and said something I didn't quite hear. 

Karl wasn't big on finesse. He seemed to have only one fucking speed -- fast. As he banged into my wife dog-style, he gripped her narrow waist firmly in both hands. I tried to get some good shots from above them, but he was pressed too close to her for me to see much. Finally, when I lay down sideways on the mat behind him, I got several good shots of his cock driving furiously in and out Nancy's cunt. I was surprised to see how violently his balls bounced around in his scrotum as he fucked her.

Nancy seemed to be enjoying getting fucked like this, but she was fairly quiet. She made an almost continuous moaning sound and whimpered several times.

After a few minutes of watching his friend fuck my wife dog-style, Ben crawled over near her head, which was pressed against the mat. "Would you suck my cock again?" he asked.

As Karl continued his unrelenting thrusting, she smiled at Ben and instantly raised her front half up on her arms. As she stretched her neck forward to accept it, Ben guided his cock once more into her mouth. He was careful not to gag her with it. Holding the back of her head, he fed her only an inch or two of the end of his cock.

I stood, then squatted, to the side of the three of them to get quite a few shots of Nancy getting it from both ends. 

Meanwhile, Karl's persistent full-speed thrusting in and out was working its magic. Nancy was again on the verge of an orgasm.

Turning her head slightly to rid her mouth of Ben's big cock, she announced simply, in a quiet matter-of-fact voice: "I'm going to cum again. Don't stop fucking me, Karl. Oh, shit! That feels so good! I'm cumming!"

Karl froze for a few seconds as Nancy's body spasmed slightly. Then she pressed herself back against Karl to experience the full length of his cock. 

As he resumed ramming it into her, she reached a full climax and screamed. I stood up to take a downward shot of Karl finishing her off. That's when I realized what must've pushed her over the edge. As he was fucking her, Karl had his right index finger buried in her asshole.

Thirty seconds or so later, Karl pulled out both his cock and his finger. Nancy let her body fall forward and lay on her belly panting.

"Oh, you guys," she said. "I feel so good, so relaxed. Thank you. Thank you."

She was relaxed, all right, but she was still in the naked presence of two guys with hard-ons. And they weren't at all relaxed.

"Would you like to rest now?" I asked her.

"No. I'm OK," she answered. Then, quickly recovering, she rolled up on her butt and asked the guys what they'd like to do next.

"I want fuck you again," said Ben.

"Me, too," said Karl.

Smiling wickedly at Ben, she said, "Just lie down on your back. I want to climb on your cock now."

He did as asked, holding his big cock in his hand, pointing it at the ceiling. Nancy straddled his body, bent forward to kiss him, and slowly lowered her cunt over his cock. I watched her engulf about half of it in her cunt before lifting herself up and lowering her cunt again until it took in most of his huge erection.

Soon she was rocking back and forth on Ben's cock and both of them making loud joyous noises. "Oh, my God, I wish we could fuck like this forever!" exclaimed Nancy.

Karl was on his knees behind them, gently masturbating. He was sort of leaning in, eyeing my wife's pretty little asshole, where only minutes earlier he'd stuck his right index finger. Meanwhile, I got quite a few shots of Nancy's cunt impaled on Ben's big cock and her perfect little asshole barely an inch above it.

When Karl stood up and walked up behind Nancy's butt and I knew it had to happen. So I held out the tube of lubricant to Karl, who extended the palm of his right hand so I could squirt some gel in it. 

Placing a hand on Nancy's shoulder, I quietly asked her to stop sliding up and down on Ben's cock for a few seconds. 

Rubbing gel all over his erection, Karl moved up behind Nancy. Placing his feet on either side of my wife's lower legs, he bent his knees, and carefully guided his slippery erection to her asshole. Looking over her shoulder, Nancy said anxiously, "Oh, just wait a second. I've never done this before."

But Karl ignored her and slowly pushed the head of his cock, just the head of it, into her asshole. As he did this, Ben shoved his much larger cock further up into her cunt. He held it still there as Karl pulled his cock from Nancy's asshole and quickly reinserted it, this time deeper.

Nancy whimpered then said, "Oh, no. Oh, fuck! Not all of it in my ass. Just part of it." Then, after a few seconds, she groaned and seemed to relax. "Yes, just some of it like that," she whispered.

Ben had now resumed slowly fucking her cunt with his oversized cock. Karl, resting a hand on her lower back for balance, slid his cock slowly in and out of her asshole. For almost a full minute, both cocks worked in and out of her in slow motion.

I repeated my question. "Does it hurt, Nancy?"

"Uh, no! It just feels really strange."

Before Karl began ass-fucking her, Nancy had been free to slide herself up and down Ben's large shaft. Now, with cocks penetrating her from two different directions, she had to remain still and let her fuckers do all the work.

I took numerous shots, from every imaginable angle, of Nancy being used by two men. At first, they fucked her slowly. After a few minutes, though, Ben began fucking her faster. Soon he was thrusting so hard upward into her cunt that he ass was being pushed up against Karl's slower moving cock. Ben seemed to be ignoring what his friend was doing to Nancy and had decided to take his own pleasure with her.

Nancy was whimpering and groaning now. She was obviously getting into being double penetrated.

And, my cock about to explode under my cargo shorts, I just kept taking photos. I wondered what Ben and Karl would think if they knew they were fucking a wife in front of her husband. Would they be pissed off? Would they even care? 

Even I wouldn't respect a husband who would do this. And a wife who would consent to this sort of thing must be a whore. I felt myself getting "angry" with my wonderfully accommodating wife. It was a false, temporary emotion, of course. The fact is I loved Nancy even more for being willing and able to enjoy other men sexually while I watched.

Then Ben announced that he had to cum. He thrust his thick cock almost all the way into her cunt and grunted loudly. Then he said, "Oh, fuck! That tight pussy feels so good!" and grunted several more times as he ejaculated inside her. He seemed to cum in her a long time. I knew there'd probably be a big mess inside her. 

Karl kept his cock still inside Nancy's asshole as he waited for Ben to finish cumming in her cunt. When Ben relaxed his shoulders back on the mat, though, Karl resumed fucking her, quite a bit faster than before.

Ben's half-erect cock was still filling her cunt as Karl sodomized her. As he (Karl) bent his legs to ass-fuck her like this, I was impressed by his leg strength. Well, he was an athlete. And soccer players need strong leg muscles, I guess.

Karl kept it up for several more minutes before Ben pulled his cock out of Nancy's cunt. I took two photos of his semen flowing out between her red and slightly swollen cunt lips. Meanwhile, the indefatigable Karl kept on sodomizing her.

I'd had enough watching, though. Setting my camera down and walking around to Nancy's head, I unzipped my cargo shorts and took out my hard cock. Ben looked up at me with a surprised expression on his face. What was the damned photographer doing with his cock out? 

"Will you?" I asked my wife.

Nancy looked a little surprised, too. But something else was happening -- Karl's ass-fucking was leading to another orgasm -- and at first she was too distracted by it pay much attention to me.

Seconds later, looking with an expression of only vague comprehension at my cock in her face, she exclaimed: "Oh, I love the feel of this! Oh, yes, fuck my ass! Yes! I love it!" She was reaching between her legs with her right hand and fingering her clitoris.

I pulled her head slightly to the side so it wasn't directly over Ben's head. Then, still holding her head, I shoved the end of my cock a little roughly into her mouth. I didn't care if she was cumming or not. My cock needed her attention.

She began her orgasm just then and I guess I was lucky she didn't bite off the end of my cock. I felt her body stiffen. Then she groaned and started to vocalize something, but I couldn't hold back my ejaculation. I let it go -- two big jets of cum straight into her mouth.

She gasped then coughed very unpleasantly. Carried away with her own orgasm, she hadn't been ready for my semen shooting into her throat. It took her a few seconds to recover from the coughing spasm and the orgasm she'd given herself as Karl ass-fucked her.

Pulling away from Karl, she rolled off of Ben's body and glared at me. "Damn it, Cal! You're not supposed to have sex with me. What's wrong with you?" 




Nancy and the Produce Man Pt. 05



I looked shamefaced, though inwardly I was laughing, and said, "Sorry, Nancy, but I've been wanting to do something like that to you for months, every since you began working for me. You're so fucking beautiful. But I promise I won't do it again, OK?"

Ben was stony-faced, but Karl grinned at my broadly. "Are we through now?" he asked.

Nancy, seeing that Karl was still very erect, said, "Go wash it off in the bathroom basin and I'll finish you off."

Karl walked quickly over to the bathroom, ran some water in the basin, and rinsed off his dick. Since there wasn't any soap in there, warm water would have to be good enough.

As soon as he finished, Nancy walked over to the bathroom and tore some toilet paper off the roll. Bending at the waist, she very thoroughly wiped off her crotch. Then she walked back to the platform (her nude body like a goddess's) and got on her knees in front of Karl.

Expertly and with what seemed like great concentration, Nancy sucked the stocky Latvian's cock for nearly five minutes. As she knelt in front of Karl, Ben crawled up behind her and, for some reason, began fondling with her breasts from behind. He grinned at me as he rolled her nipples between his fingers. 

Finally Karl exclaimed "Oh, look out!" and shot cum all around, but not inside, Nancy's pretty mouth. I got a humorous shot of her scowling as she tried to wipe it off with the back of her left hand. Ben released her breasts, applauded, and said, "Way to go, Karl!"

Getting quickly to her feet, Nancy ran back to the bathroom and closed the door. Ben and Karl, their dicks beginning to shrink, looked at one another and seemed embarrassed for some reason. 

"I think we're done," I said. "I guess you guys can get dressed now."

They accepted the news with good grace and were soon almost completely clothed. When Nancy emerged from the bathroom, the toilet flushing behind her, she walked, still gloriously naked, over to the three of us. Wrapping her arms around me, she said, "I hope you got what you needed because I sure did."

Then she embraced Ben, thanked him and added: "I feel wonderful. I've never been so fucked in my life." As he held her to him, Ben held her perfect little ass with both hands.

Karl, sitting on the platform putting his shoes back on, said, "I'm hungry. Is there anything to eat?"

Putting on her dress and sandals (and clutching her panties in one hand), Nancy turned to me with a suggestion: "Why don't you order a pizza, Cal? A really big one. We can eat before you drive me over to where I'm staying."

I agreed and called in an order for a large combination pizza from a place in the neighborhood. Then, carrying the extra beers in with us, all four of us went into the house to wait. Ben and Nancy cuddled together on the living room floor and Karl sat down on the couch watching them. Both guys had open beers.

I went upstairs to upload my photos and only came back down when I heard the pizza guy ring the door bell ring. I paid him for the pizza and asked Nancy to bring some plates and paper towels in from the kitchen. She pretended not to know where these things were, so -- in order keep up the fiction that she didn't live here -- I told her where to find them.

As we ate and drank beer, the guys and Nancy seemed almost distant from one another. I never caught Ben and Karl making other than necessary eye contact with each other. It was as though vaginal fucking, mouth fucking, sucking, and sodomizing this beautiful blonde was an ordinary event, as ordinary as soccer practice. And Nancy just sat there very contented, almost in a daze.

Finally, at about 7:30, Ben and Karl decided to leave. They offered Nancy a ride to her nonexistent friend's place, but she declined. She told them she had some business to discuss with me. She kissed each of them goodbye as they left, and Ben lifted her dress up and gripped her naked ass cheeks in his hands as he kissed her. He also whispered something in her ear. 

When they were gone, Nancy announced that she wanted to shower right away and went upstairs to do this. I cleaned up the mess in the living room and waited in our bedroom for her to finish her shower. Actually, I was lying with my pants off stroking my dick. Thinking about what I'd seen and photographed out in the studio cabin had caused me to get another hard-on.

Seeing me lying there, she threw her mostly dry naked body down on the bed next to me. She kissed me and whispered in my ear, "Did you like what Ben and Karl did to me?"

"God, yes," I answered. "And I think you liked it, too. You weren't faking any of it, were you?"

"Well, maybe a little of it," she answered. "It didn't feel all that great when Karl stuck his cock in my ass. At least, not at first. And if I hadn't masturbated while he was doing that to me, I wouldn't have liked it at all."

"What about Ben? Did you like fucking him?"

"Yes. There's no other word for it. Yes. Ben felt so wonderful I forgot where I was for a while. His cock is big, almost too big, but he really knows how to use it. I think he wanted to ass-fuck me, too, but I let him know that wasn't going to happen."

I wondered how she'd communicated this ass-denial to him. I hadn't heard the conversation.

Nancy lay back then and casually took my hard cock in her hand. She said, "If I give you a blow job, Cal, would you take me out for ice-cream? I have a sudden craving for it." Then she laughed.

I agreed to the deal. So for the next twenty minutes Nancy licked my balls and sucked my cock. As she did this, I kept thinking about how she'd done the very same things to two other guys. As I shot cum into her mouth, I concocted an angry and ridiculously false thought. "What a slut my wife was! She sucks the cocks of two virtual strangers for free then insists that I buy her ice cream before she'll do that for me, her husband!"

I laughed out loud then. Nancy, wiping some of my cum from her lips, asked me why I was laughing. I told her never mind. It was time for ice cream. 

So we got dressed and went to our neighborhood ice cream shop. I had vanilla and she had something fruity and complicated.