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I glanced at her before returning my attention to the road.“Wow, he doesn’t waste any time, does he? How’s he going to meet with you on Monday and start shooting Tuesday when he doesn’t even have a contract offer out to Michael and Marci yet?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know, he didn’t go into that much detail. I’m sure he has other models already under contract, or he may want to do some solo shots first.”

“Yeah, I guess that makes sense.” I looked at her again. “And you’re sure about this, right?”

“Why do you keep asking me that?”

My turn to shrug. “I guess I just want to be certain that at least one of us is comfortable with this whole deal, and I know it ain’t me.”

Alli laughed. “Well I’m sure, babe, very. It will be fun and sexy and I’ll make great money for the shelter. Plus, it will be a learning experience.”

“Maybe that last part is the thing I’m most worried about; I don’t need you learning any more about Derek, and I hate the idea of him learning any more about you.”

“Davey, I’ve been totally naked with Derek and Jennifer already; there’s not a lot more he can learn about me.”

I reached out and took her hand in mine. “I wouldn’t say that; we’ve been together for over seven years now and yet I learned a number of new things about you tonight.”

“Oh you did, did you? Such as?” She was playfully biting her lower lip again as she challenged me to explain.

I wasn’t sure whether she really wanted to know what I’d learned, relive parts of the evening through my explanation, or simply take my mind off Derek and the pending erotic photo sessions.

It didn’t matter; I took the bait. “Well, let’s see; first, I guess, is that I had no idea you could fit a cock that size inside of you. A close second would be that I had no idea you would enjoy it that much.”

Her hand in mine, I felt her shudder of arousal. “God, Michael is huge. So thick – but you know what? It wasn’t so much the feel of it inside of me, although that was really amazing. It was the visual and tactile things that had me so ready.”

I glanced across. “What do you mean?”

She shrugged again. “Just what I said; seeing him, that great body and that amazing rack, and holding him in my hands, feeling the weight and thickness, those huge balls... It was very, very arousing to fondle and suck him; I was surprised at how nice his foreskin felt in my mouth, just really silky and sexy. And then there’s the contrast of his dark skin against my paleness, and seeing that big, dark cock entering my pink pussy, getting all wet… god, I’m dripping just thinking about it!”

Her words stung a little but they were also arousing to me, knowing she’d been so excited about it. She wasn’t telling me anything I didn’t already know, but the fact that she was so very open about it was surprising, a little intimidating. Still, I was getting very hard.

“See, now there’s something else I learned; you’ve got a BBC fetish.”

“British Broadcasting Corporation?”

I glanced at her, laughing. “Big black cock.”

She laughed too. “I know that, I was kidding – and I do not! Well, for one in particular, yes, but not in general. I just really enjoyed the way he looks and feels, plus I like Michael a lot, which makes all the difference in the world. He’s just a really great guy.”

“Should I be worried?”

“Mmm, probably. But I suspect that Marci will keep me off her guy, unless, of course, she’s off riding my guy.”

“Seems likely. She’s pretty fond of that BBC herself, as well as the guy it’s dangling from.”

“Davey, everyone loves Michael. He’s a total sweetie, so gentle and caring.”

“He is, and a good friend. Bet you’re hoping that Derek can sign him. Marci too, of course; I don’t think they’ll split the set for Derek.”

She shook her head. “No, and they shouldn’t; they go together so well, such a beautiful couple.”

“Yup. Like us, although I gotta admit you looked pretty hot with Michael. I can understand why Derek wants the two of you – or three of you - together.”

“It would be fun to work with them, way better than total strangers. I think we’d laugh a lot and really enjoy it. Plus, of course, I’m going to try to keep that big cock hard all day when we’re shooting.”

She’d surprised me with her bluntness, and I laughed. “Honey, a man has his limits! That thing might go off in your hands… or wherever. Besides, Derek might not want him erect in every shot, did you ever think of that?”

“I’m sure Marci and I can figure out a way to make him go limp, if necessary.”

“Mmm, yes, I’m sure you can. You’re totally creaming yourself just thinking about this, aren’t you?”

“Totally.”

I had no doubt that was true, but she pulled my hand to her pussy so that my fingers could slip into her slick wet folds, proving her point. I could feel the unique slipperiness of her arousal, but I knew that she also still had some of Michael’s cum adding to the incredible wetness of her sex. My cock throbbed, and when she reached over and squeezed me I gasped.

“Very impressive, stud-o-mine! I hope you know you’re going to fuck me when we get home.”

“I do; it’s marked on my calendar.”

“I hope you noted ‘SS’, for sloppy seconds.”

I groaned, the idea making me ache with lust.

She went on, “And ‘CC’, for creampie cleanup afterward.”

“Jesus, Alli. Are you trying to make me have an accident?”

“Car, or pants?”

“Both, but not necessarily in that order.”

She laughed. “I’ll stop – for now. But drive fast.”

I did, and when we got home I walked, fed, and played with Ruby in near-record time, all the while with a hard on and with my nether regions on fire with lust. It was surprising to me how horny I still was, given the events of the evening, but Allison had pushed all the right buttons as she so often does.

I hurried back to the house, the magnetic attraction of my wife’s wet pussy leading me straight to our bedroom and to her naked form laid out like a priceless piece of art on our bed. I couldn’t get out of my clothes quickly enough, and when I entered her it was pure bliss, a liquid haven that somehow tightened perfectly around my rigid cock as we kissed and whispered to each other. I’d known it would, of course, that her velvet sheath would grip me like that. I’d never bought into that bullshit about a big cock stretching her so that she’d be “ruined”; pure silliness, except in the shortest of short-term implications.

Women are far more resilient than that, and Alli proved it by squeezing tightly on my cock, her regular Kegel exercises allowing her to grip me so tightly that she soon had me moaning. It seemed to work for her too and she came suddenly, her legs around my waist and her heels digging into my ass, humping herself into me and urging me on. I may not get nine or ten inches of cock inside of her like Michael had, but to my great good fortune she doesn’t require that and I’ve always been able to bring her to very powerful orgasms.

We went at it like animals for awhile, both feeding off the mental images of our evening at the hotel. We finished at almost the same time after she’d changed positions to hands and knees and I’d gotten behind her, holding her hips as I pounded into her. I enjoyed seeing my hard shaft moving in and out of her, streaked white with a froth of the creamy cum still inside, and that sight pushed me rapidly to the edge. I pulled her back tightly against me and held myself deep as I pumped everything I had left deep into her pussy, my back arched and face up toward the ceiling, eyes closed in ecstasy.

We each made our sounds of sexual climax, unintelligible and often guttural, and as her orgasm shook her she collapsed onto her belly. I rode her down, my cock still inside, and we stayed like that until all of the involuntary spasms and sounds ceased. When I opened my eyes it was to Ruby standing with her nose a foot from mine, head cocked to one side and a worried expression on her face. It was the canine equivalent of ‘What the fuck was that?’

I couldn’t help it; I laughed. It was a tired, breathless laugh, but it tightened my stomach muscles and set off a chain reaction, my still-erect cock bobbing into Alli’s cream-filled pussy and firing her sensitive nerve endings. She tightened and thrust her ass into my belly and my cock popped out of her like a cork, releasing a gush of cum; mine, hers, and a generous portion of Michael’s.

I replaced my cock with my fingers, eager to touch and tease all of her hot, slippery bits. She lifted her hips cooperatively, thrusting her sweet, dripping sex up to meet my eagerly exploring digits, and was soon off on a new round of orgasmic quakes to the accompaniment of the wet, liquid music emanating from where my fingers played all the right keys.

That’s probably enough on that, except to say that I was her fucking hero. I wore the woman out, one orgasm after another, and thirty minutes later she was sawing logs, her entire body limp as a dishrag. I made a trip to the bathroom to clean up a little and take a leak, and within minutes I was drifting off to join her.

I don’t think either of us stirred all night, and we woke up in the morning refreshed; not horny, unsurprisingly, but reeking of sex. I had the scent of her and Michael, and undoubtedly Marci as well on my body and the taste of her in my mouth, and of my own cum and probably Michael’s too, but nothing a good shower and tooth brushing wouldn’t cure.

We showered together on our leisurely Sunday morning, doing a bit of playing and touching. A soapy, wet, slippery Alli is at least as much fun as my every day, run-of-the-mill Alli, and I loved what her hands and fingers did to me too, slipping and sliding, probing and exploring. We used up the entire hot water supply and challenged each other to stay in as it cooled, which means I got to tease her about her nipples getting hard enough to cut glass.

Of course, that opened me up to a bit of teasing about the deleterious effect of cold water on my manly bits, my cock shrinking and my balls doing their best to tuck themselves up under my spleen, but it was all in good fun and the cold left us refreshed and invigorated. We went out for a quick brunch at a local café, then took Ruby for a hike in the hills. We saw almost nobody on the trail and the seclusion tempted us to go for a little outdoor quickie despite the cool weather, but we somehow managed to refrain.

I think it was chatting about our evening with Michael and Marci that got our juices flowing, but I’ll admit that Allison was obviously excited about her meeting with Derek, scheduled for the following day. In reality, it didn’t seem like it was merely the meeting that had her keyed up; she was very enthusiastic about getting the project underway. She talked about posing, and the costumes and the themes, and seemed curious about who he might choose as models to pose with her.

In addition, of course, there was the money; her animal shelter is her first love – well, after me, I hope, although I wasn’t always certain – and the prospect of what she would be able to accomplish with her windfall had her very excited. I was happy about that part, enjoying her enthusiasm and trying not to puff up with pride for making a good deal on her behalf.

Back at home we did a few chores, watched a little TV, and then I cooked a couple steaks on the grill on the patio, the cold night requiring a jacket despite the heat coming off the barbecue grill. Alli had put together some ears of corn, brushed with olive oil and lightly sprinkled a few spices – garlic, chopped onion, pepper, nutmeg, seasoned salt – and wrapped in foil, and I put them at the slightly cooler outer edges of the grill for about five minutes before starting the steaks.

It all came together about the same time, and with a couple of nice baked potatoes and a bottle of Australian Shiraz she’d selected and poured it made for as fine a meal as anyone could ask for.

Later we chilled, kicked back, and finished the wine before turning in for the night. On her initiative we made slow, gentle love, her teasing touch, and gentle stroking quickly putting me in the mood. It was relaxed and casual, each of us savoring our time together and the pleasures we shared, and afterward I fell asleep with an enervated, somnolent Allison spooned languidly into the curve of my body.

Monday morning, when dressed and ready for work, I was sitting at the table eating a bowl of Cheerios and reading the paper.

Earlier, Allison had passed by me, drowsily heading into the bathroom as I was coming out. We’d paused for a kiss, her firm, naked body, skin still soft and warm from sleep, pressed against my equally naked but freshly-showered self. She makes it easy to become distracted, but difficult to get anything accomplished.

I tore myself away after a good, long kiss and hug. “Mornin’ babe; how’d you sleep?”

“Mmm, wonderfully, as usual after my amazing lover wears me out.”

“Was he here again last night? Thanks for keeping it down and not waking me, I was really beat.”

She smiled. “Yes, you were snoring. We were very careful to let you sleep… although after he wore me out Rock was still enormously hard and he wanted to roll you over on your belly and take you too. I told him I didn’t think you’d enjoy that, given the size of his huge cock.”

I looked down at her, cocking an eyebrow. “Rock?”

“That’s just my nickname for him because his massive cock is always so hard. His real name is Clarence.”

“I see. I guess I’d want a nickname too. Well, thanks for protecting my virtue, I appreciate it – and you’re right, I probably wouldn’t have enjoyed it.”

“You’ll never know until you try.”

“I suppose I’m doomed to never know – and I think I’m okay with that! You gonna shower?”

She laughed. “Coward! You don’t hesitate to poke your huge cock in me at every opportunity, but when it’s your turn…”

She exaggerates; I distinctly remember allowing one opportunity to slip by. “Yeah, I’ll pass. I believe I’ll remain the poker rather than the pokee, although I do appreciate the mention of both my impressive appendage and my prodigious appetite.”

She reached down and cupped the dangling, testicle-filled sack beneath my impressive appendage. “It’s too early in the morning for fifty-cent words; you’re making my head hurt.”

“My apologies; how’s ‘big dick’ and ‘horndog nature’ work for you?”

“Better. You want me to fix something for breakfast?”

“I could just have you, but I need to get to work. There’s a lot of stuff on tap for today, so I guess I’ll just grab a bowl of cereal. Thanks for the offer, anyway.”

She looked up at me, still gently fondling my balls. My appendage was no longer dangling. “So you’re not going to come with me for my meeting with Derek?”

I was surprised by that. “I didn’t know I was invited.”

“You’re always invited, Davey; there’s nothing, ever, that I’m going to be doing with Derek that you can’t be present for.”

“Umm, thanks, I think.” I frowned at her. “Did you intend for that to sound as kinky as it came out?”

She laughed and released her grip on my scrotum, slapping my belly instead. Personally, I preferred the fondle to the slap. “No! You know what I meant! Mind out of the gutter, man-o-mine.”

I laughed. “Yeah, just teasing. I do appreciate that, though, and if I’d known sooner I would have tried to rearrange my schedule. But since you just found out about the meeting on Saturday, and I just now discovered that attending was an option…”

“No, I know. But keep it in mind if you ever want to go with me. If Derek has any objections I’ll just use my superpowers as the irreplaceable star of his dream book and overrule him.”

“Mmm, that barely scrapes the surface of your superpowers – just witness how you’ve made my cock stand up and dance.” I tensed and relaxed my pelvic muscles, making my erection bob up and down, then grabbed her and pulled her to me, trapping my cock between us, against her warm tummy.

She objected, pushing me away. “Don’t even think about starting anything! First, I need to pee so bad I’m about to burst, and second, you need to get ready for work, remember?”

She stepped to the toilet and settled on the seat, commencing to urinate loudly into the bowl; at least I knew she hadn’t been kidding about needing to pee just to put me off. “Well, while you complete your morning ablutions I’m going to get ready for work. See you in a few?”

“Yeah, I’ll be down. I’m gonna grab a shower and then see if I can get hold of Derek.”

“I figured. Hopefully, I’ll see you before I have to head for work.”

It turned out that I did, my partially-clad wife wandering into the kitchen as I was finishing my orange juice, Ruby tagging along behind. Alli was still on the phone, presumably with Derek, doing more listening than talking. I held up the coffee pot, tilting it toward her, sign language for asking if she wanted any, and she nodded gratefully, favoring me with one of those smiles that brighten my life.

She was wearing only a tiny pair of bikini panties in a deep plum color and a soft challis blouse in earthy autumn tones accented with just an occasional small splash of the same plum. It was unbuttoned, open down the front, and she was braless. As I admired the soft, flawless inner curves of her breasts delineating her cleavage she caught me looking and bit her lower lip, giving me a teasing lift of her eyebrows.

I crossed to her and handed her the coffee I’d poured for her, sweetened and lightly creamed as I know she prefers it. With my dress shoes on and her still barefoot, the disparity in our height was all the more apparent. When she took the steaming mug from me I ran my hand inside her open blouse then up her tummy and ribs until I was cupping her breast; I ran my thumb over her rosy nipple and found it already firmly erect.

I toyed with that delightful hard nub, enjoying the feel of that special bit of rubbery flesh. I think if she’d had a free hand she would have stopped me because I know I was distracting her from her call, but with her phone in one hand and the hot mug in the other I’d clearly planned my strategy well.

She rolled her eyes at me, a warning look that I ignored, and tried to focus on her call. “Sure, Derek, that’s no problem. I’ll be there by ten… No, bring him along, it’s fine. I’ll look forward to meeting him.”

She paused, listening, and then continued. “Absolutely! Yeah, fine… and no, however you’d like to work it. That’s what you hired me for, right? Uh-huh… you got it, I’ll see you in a little while.”

She ended the call and set her phone on the counter, freeing one hand to put on top of mine. She held my hand to her breast, not trying to pull it away, but she held me still, stopping my playful tease of her hard nipple as she looked into my eyes. “You’re a pest, my dear.”

I laughed. “Well, yeah, but a good kind of pest, right?”

“If by ‘good’ you mean making me incredibly horny right before I go to an all-day meeting with two other men, then, yes, I suppose that you’re a good kind of pest.”

I slowly pulled my hand away. “Hmm, I hadn’t considered it in those terms. Wait a sec – two other men? I thought you were just meeting Derek.”

“So did I, but he’s got one of the guys he’s planning to have work with me in town today too, and he figured he could cover some ground with both of us at once and save himself some time. Plus, he thought we might like to meet and have a chance to get acquainted.”

“Work with you? You mean pose with you, one of the male models?”

“Of course! What did you think I meant?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know… I guess I hadn’t really thought that far ahead. I suppose that’s a good idea, huh, get acquainted before you’re hanging out naked together, draped all over each other, groping each other’s tender bits.”

“Davey! Are you going to be jealous over this whole thing, the whole time?”

“Probably. But that’s my prerogative as your husband.”

“You could have said no.”

“But that’s really not my prerogative as your husband; I don’t own you. I can give opinions, try to offer guidance – which I did – but I can’t tell you what to do.”

She reached up and gently stroked my cheek, her fingers slowly dropping down my neck to my collar, where they paused. “You really hate that I’m doing this.”

“No. I have some reservations, but I know you wanted to do it. It’s important to you and I know you’re excited about it, and I love that aspect. I love seeing you all happy and excited.”

“And I love you, sweet man.” She stretched up and kissed me, and when she broke the kiss there was a mischievous gleam in her eye. “And if I do have handsome, horny, hard, naked men draped all over me all day and I come home terribly aroused and in need of attention, hot and wet, will you be there to assist me? To meet all of my physical needs and satisfy all my carnal cravings?”

“Yeah, that part is definitely one of my prerogatives too, not to mention one of my special skills. And the horny naked guys will have the fire already lit and embers glowing so that just makes my job easier.”

“Your job?”

“Well, you know… bad word choice, I guess. I meant to say it will make my pleasure just that much more pleasurable.”

“Better. Awkward, but better.”

“Not that it’s ever very difficult to get your fire lit and your pussy wet.”

“You should have quit while you were ahead.”

“No doubt; I’m so rarely ahead I that I have trouble recognizing it.” I bent to her for a kiss this time, and she obliged. “Well, off to work with me, nose to the grindstone and all that crap. Call me and let me know how the meeting went, okay?”

“Of course! Sure you can’t join us, even for part of it?”

“Wish I could, but I’m booked pretty solid through Wednesday this week. If I’d known sooner…”

She smiled. “I know, but I only found out Saturday night. I didn’t know he’d want to start so soon.” She sighed. “Well, guess I’ll eat and put a skirt on and head out.”

“Don’t forget your bra.”

She laughed. “No, not under this! This fabric is designed to be soft and drapey, a little clingy so that it moves naturally with the body. Sexy-like, so no bra required. Plus, I think I can get away with going braless, don’t you?”

“With your gorgeous tits? No doubt about it!” I ran my fingers over the hard nub of her nipple, clearly outlined against the soft fabric. “Your nipples show real nice in this, plain as day; are you sure you’re okay with that?”

“Davey, think about it.”

I did. The metaphorical light bulb above my head clicked on. “Oh yeah… I guess Derek has already gotten a good look at your delightful tattletale nipples and New Guy will soon enough, huh?”

“Jason.”

“What?”

“New guy – the one that will be seeing my nipples. His name is Jason.”

“Oh. Well, Jason’s a lucky guy. You can tell him I said so.”

“I will, but if he’s looking he’d better be planning on a little tit for tat.”

I sighed. “Tit I understand, and I assume tat is…?”

“Showing me his cock, of course!” She smiled devilishly.

“Yeah, I figured. You’re incorrigible.”

“Mmm, yes, but not incorruptible.”

“Clearly, and that’s the part that gives me pause.” I ran my fingers over her nipples again, finding them possibly even harder than they’d been before.

She grabbed my hand and pulled it away from her sensitive nubs. “Speaking of paws, keep yours off the merchandise and get to work!”

“Cute. I see what you did there. Well, you have fun, but not too much. I’ll be looking forward to hearing all about it later.” I leaned in for a last, long, lingering kiss. That girl can flat-out kiss! “In case I haven’t mentioned it in the last few minutes, I love you.”

I got her million-dollar smile. “I love you too!”

“I’m also proud of you, babe. I know making the decision to do this wasn’t easy, and you had to overcome your initial reluctance and shyness. You’ll be amazing, and it is for a really good cause.”

That got her to tear up slightly and earned me a softer smile. “It is. That part will be incredible; I can do so much good stuff with that money you so brilliantly got for me. I am still a little hesitant about the project and having all of me on display, in a book like that, but to be honest I’m pretty excited too.”

I’m sure I preened just a bit at her mention of my flawless negotiating skills – as she’d known I would. Just because I recognize when I’m being played doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy it. “You should be! It’s a big deal, and it’s exciting, and you’re beautiful and sexy and I need to get my ass to work.”

She laughed. “Go! I’ll call you later. Give Marci a kiss for me.”

I laughed, got a last kiss, and headed out the door, after which I spent the drive imagining every horrible scenario any normal, rational, insanely jealous husband would. Fortunately, I made it to the office without any untoward road rage incidents in which I took out my frustration on an innocent bystander.

Marci had thoughtfully picked up coffee, which I desperately needed, and donuts, which I didn’t. I ate one anyhow, and we talked like two normal friends and business associates who hadn’t just enjoyed a rousing night of wild, uninhibited sex while their spouses enjoyed each other on the neighboring bed. I’m sure we were both thinking of it, but we avoided touching on the topic and kept the conversation to more vanilla issues. It was a total façade, but we managed.

Fortunately, I really was swamped that day, and the non-stop meetings with clients, fellow brokers, and attorneys kept me from anything more intimate with Marci, as well as preventing me from obsessing on Alli and what she might be doing. Mostly, at least; I did think of her a few times, my mind wandering to what were undoubtedly completely outlandish scenarios and struggling to choose between angst and arousal.

I was just wrapping up a conference call at eleven-thirty when Marci stuck her head in and told me that Alli was on line two. I ended my call and clicked over about thirty seconds later. “Hi, babe; how’s it going?”

She sounded slightly breathless when she answered. “Good, it’s been good, I think. Productive, anyway. I’ve found out a lot and gotten a lot of my questions answered. How was your morning?”

“Busy, one of those one-armed paper-hangers kind of days. So what’s up?”

“We’re going out for lunch and I wanted to see if you could come and join us.”

I couldn’t, but it sounded great, at least the part about spending time with Alli; it was the rest of the “us” that concerned me. “Who all are we counting as ‘us’?”

“Just me, Derek, and Jason – and you, of course, if you can make it.”

Sort of what I’d figured. “Mmm, wish I could, but I’ve got a lunch with the guys that are interested in buying that little strip mall over on Fourth Street, and then we’re going to do a walk-through.”

“Oh. Well, too bad; we’re going to Leo’s, and I know you love their prime rib sandwich. Well, I gotta run; the guys are already in the car, waiting for me.”

“Leo’s, huh? Fancy, not to mention nowhere near Derek’s studio.” I was envisioning Alli in one of those cozy, very private U-shaped booths, braless, as I knew she was, her tiny panties wet, trapped between Derek and his male model, Jason, legs touching, hands busy beneath the table…

“We’re going over to the studio this afternoon. We met at Jason’s hotel this morning, in the breakfast room. Wait till I tell you about all the things that Derek has planned! It’s really exciting.” I heard a car door close and figured she’d just gotten in with them. “Well, gotta go! Don’t work too hard, and I’ll see you later, at home. Normal time?”

I nodded as I answered, a useless but natural response to a query, even on the phone. “Yeah, give or take. I might be a few minutes late. Before you go, what’s the deal on going to his studio today? He’s not ready to start shooting, is he?”

“Um, I don’t think so. He said maybe a few test shots to get things set up, let Jason and I get comfortable… you know.”

I didn’t know, but I sensed that she couldn’t talk about it openly while in the car with the two of them so I didn’t ask. “You okay with that?”

“Sure… why not?”

“Just wondering, babe; you didn’t sound too sure. Well, have fun, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

She laughed. “That really doesn’t exclude a hell of a lot, does it? Bye, hon’… love you.”

“Love you too.” I spent the next twenty minutes getting my desk cleared off and ready for the afternoon before heading out to my lunch meeting. It went well, as did the tour of the center and surrounding area, and the remainder of the afternoon flew by in a blur of calls, texts, and emails.

As the day wound down and things were wrapped I had a little more time to think about Allison spending the day with the two men, and soon little green worms of jealousy wriggled in my belly. It was foolish, I knew; she was engaged in very normal, pursuit, working as a model for a professional photographer, and she’s bright, capable, alert, and reasonably cautious, and I’d never, for one second of our marriage, had any reason to distrust her.

I rationalized that my distrust was of Derek rather than my wife, but the reality is that it takes two to tango and any doubts I might be feeling were thus directed at Alli as much as anyone. That was horribly unfair of me, given her unflagging love and fidelity… our recent exploration with Marci and Michael aside. That was different.

And speaking of that escapade, now that things had slowed down Marci felt it incumbent upon her to do so; I’d have been okay with maintaining our earlier façade, but that’s not the Marci way. As some of our staff was wrapping up their day and heading out, she came into my office and closed the door behind her.

“Hey, Dave, you got a minute?”

“For you, always. You about ready to call it a day?”

“Definitely, but I wanted to talk to you about the other night if that’s okay.”

I smiled at her. “How did I know you were going to say that? Usually, you’re the psychic one around here.”

I really wasn’t enthused about talking about it with her, but I’d known Marci long enough to know we were inevitably going to. Sometimes it’s best to just rip the Band-Aid off the wound with one sudden yank and get it over with.

Despite my words, she seemed to sense my reticence; I had not been exaggerating when I called her psychic. “Is it okay? I mean, if you’d rather not…”

“It’s fine, Marce. After all, with what happened between us the other night there really aren’t a lot of things that are off the table anymore, are there? Once you’ve established that level of intimacy, talking about anything should be a piece of cake.”

“Good, I’m glad you feel that way. We really enjoyed it, the whole evening; we’re hoping that you and Alli did too.” She walked around my desk as she was speaking, and as she finished she sat on the edge and then scooted up so that her feet were off the floor and kicked off her shoes with a sigh of relief. I couldn’t help but notice that she was giving me an opportunity to look up her rather short skirt.

“Make yourself comfortable, Marce.”

She stuck her tongue out at me. “Be glad that all I took off was my shoes; if I was really making myself comfortable…”

“Never mind, I get the idea! To answer you before you disrobe any further, yes, we had a very enjoyable time. It was something really outside of our usual lifestyle, but it was… exciting. Eye-opening, for sure, and I think we found out some things about each other that we never suspected.”

She laughed. “That’s for sure! We both found out how good your cock feels in my pussy.”

I shook my head. “You’re sumthin', Marce. I was actually talking about me and Alli, however, not me and you.”

“Oh. Ha! Well, the statement still stands. Did you guys talk much about it afterward?”

“We did; it was sort of the elephant in the room, and it felt like there really wasn’t much else to talk about on the way home without it feeling very unnatural.”

“Us too – plus, we fucked like bunnies when we got home. We were both still so turned on!”

I laughed. “Tough for me to envision Michael as a bunny, his cock dragging behind every time he hops.”

She giggled. “God, that’s awful; I’m going to tell him you said that! I really was amazed at how aroused he still was, though, especially after he almost chickened out right at the beginning. Were you guys still horny too?”

“I wasn’t going to admit it, but yeah, we were – and we also had another session. Talking about it and telling each other what we liked most really got us going again.”

“So what did you find out?” She cocked her head slightly with her question.

“What?”

“You said you and Alli found out some things about each other; what did you find out?”

“Oh, that! Well, I guess I found out that my fantasies about you were nowhere near as good as the real thing.” She smiled and blushed. I made a mental note to mark my calendar, so rare are the instances that I can make Marci blush! I continued, “And I found out that I enjoyed it more than I would have imagined and felt a whole lot less inhibited than I thought I would.”

She smiled again, biting her lower lip as she did. “That’s good! What else?”

“Well, I think Allison was a little intimidated going in; not about the nudity or being with you guys or anything, but I think she was worried that Michael was just too big for her. She was afraid that maybe it would be painful or be a horrible experience. That she might not be able to do it.”

“And…?”

“Well… obviously, she found out that not only could she do it, but that she loved it. I told her ahead of time that Michael would never hurt her intentionally.”

She shrugged. “No, he’s very aware of his size, and that some women might be intimidated. Even with me, he was very gentle and careful that first time together, and I wasn’t his first, you know.”

I laughed. “Really? I’m stunned! Obviously, once he found you he quit looking, however.”

“Smart ass! And yes, obviously – after me, all other women pale.”

“That’s true, Marce. Well, except for Alli, of course.”

“Good answer, and very diplomatic of you! And of course, I wasn’t including Alli in that.” She shook her head, smiling softly. “And you may have a point; Michael enjoyed being with her very much.”

“Yeah, I noticed. Did that bother you?”

“Not really.” She paused for a moment, apparently thinking about it, and then recanted. “Well, maybe a little, at first. I had a pang or two of jealousy, I’ll admit, but I enjoyed being with you and I wanted him to be happy; I was more than a little worried he was going to go all weird when he balked at first. I was glad he went ahead, and that enjoyed it, and the chance to watch my gorgeous guy doing that was pretty arousing to me! I was a little surprised by that.”

I nodded, very familiar with the emotions she expressed. “Yeah, same. I was pretty jealous myself, and really kind of intimidated; any guy would be when his wife is fucking some guy built like a god and hung like a stallion. It was intensely arousing for me to watch, though, to see how Alli came with him; that was… powerful. Intimidating, but powerful.” I paused, remembering, my cock hardening as the images flitted through my mind.

She reached out and caressed my cheek and neck. “You okay?”

I looked at her, startled out of my reverie. “What? Oh, yeah, I’m good. I got to be with you, which was amazing, so I’m good.” I leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “Marce, I’m a huge voyeur, which I guess you probably know, so I enjoyed watching them, but I could never have just done that – you know, just sat and watched them. Being with you made it all okay; it let me overcome the other stuff… and fuck, girl, you’re hot as hell!”

She laughed. “Thanks, boss! You’re pretty steamy and dreamy too, stud, in case anyone asks.” She laughed again before saying, “Oh, and I owe you a big thank you for one more thing!”

“Oh really? Do tell…?”

“Well, Michael decided that he really loved sliding his cock into my creamy pussy after you came in me; he loved it, and it turned him on huge.”

“Well, you know… glad to be the warm-up act and provide a little pre-lube for that huge thing.”

She giggled. “More than a little, but that’s not even the best part; the best part is, he also figured out that eating my pussy when I’m full of cum is pretty amazing, and he got that straight from you…taa-daa! Oh, and thank you very much!”

I blushed but laughed at her obvious appreciation. “Yeah, it is pretty amazing, that’s for sure, but I’m still surprised he did it. He didn’t seem too interested.”

“Well, truth be told I didn’t give him much choice; I was on top, and when he got too excited about enjoying sloppy seconds and came too soon for me, I just moved up and plunked down on his face.”

“Jeez, Marce; could you be just a little more graphic? I’m having trouble following the action here!”

She laughed. “Well, that’s what I did! I was still horny.”

“Aren’t you always? I’m surprised he didn’t just toss you across the room.”

She nodded, grinning. “Me too, a little, and he resisted for a few seconds, but I started grinding my pussy into his face and he figured out what I needed. It was sink or swim time – or maybe lick or drown is a better way to put it.”

“Yeah, maybe. Do you write porn scripts in your spare time, by any chance?”

“Hmm, I probably should, considering the pittance you pay me.”

I took exception to that since I know for a fact that she’s paid quite handsomely. “Hey! You’re grossly overpaid since all you do is sit around looking sexy and keeping all the guys aroused all day, Miss Masturbation Candy.”

“Yeah, well, it’s a tough job, etcetera. But anyway, once Michael figured out that it wasn’t so bad, and that he was seriously rocking my world, he went for the gusto! He was slurping and slobbering and sucking, lapping away at me for all he was worth and gobbling up his cum and yours like it was the nectar of the gods. I was coming like a tidal wave and riding his lips, smearing cum all over his face, and his fucking cock was as big and hard as a phone pole the whole time!”

“Okay, I don’t think even the worst of the worst crappy pornos would use those lines. You can stop anytime now.”

She giggled. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“Intensely, but I’ve come to expect that from you. So anyway, you’re saying he enjoyed it?”

“Big time! I suspect it will become an important and regular aspect of our wide and varied sexual repertoire.”

“Well, it’s that for us too, what you said; one aspect. I do know that Alli…” I was interrupted by the ringing of the phone on my desk, and Marci instantly morphed from her Porno Sally persona back into my efficient and professional assistant, grabbing it from the cradle.

Little did I know how short-lived her professionalism would be; “Joe’s Roadkill Diner; you swerve and hit ‘em and we heat and serve ‘em!”

I snatched the phone from her hand. “Jesus, Marci!”

She was laughing. “Relax! It’s your wife, I saw the caller ID before I answered.”

“Fuck!” I was shaking my head, still startled that she might have answered one of our clients in that way. “Hi babe; I apologize for Marci, that passes for humor where she’s from. How’s your day going… other than having to put up with Marce, which gives you a small taste of what every day is like for me?”

Alli was laughing too. “You obviously have way too much fun at work… and you always tell me you work so hard.”

“Mmm-hmm, well I do have to work pretty hard to keep from killing her some days.”

Marci pinched my ass and then blew me a silent kiss as she headed for the door, raising her eyebrows questioningly. I knew she was asking if it was okay for her to leave and I nodded, hooking my thumb toward the door and focusing my attention back on Allison.

“So how did today go? Did you get all of your questions answered?”

“I think so, yes. Davey, you’re going to be amazed at what all he has planned; he’s really going all-out on this project. He even has an entire trailer of stuff he’s either bought or rented, one of those big, fifty-three-foot truck trailers, stuffed to the gills, he said.”

Since they can usually move an entire household in just part of one of those trailers, it seemed like a lot. “What, like photographic equipment and sets and things?”

“Yeah, that, but also costumes and props, some wigs, BDSM and different fetish things like he talked about; all kinds of stuff!”

“Sounds like he’s pretty serious if he’s that far along that he’s dropping money for that kind of thing already. What did you think of the guy he introduced you to, the other model?”

“Jason? He was nice, very professional. Derek took some test shots of him and me together this afternoon… speaking of which, he’s going to call Michael and Marci and see if they can come in for some too, to make sure they photograph well before he makes them a contract offer. Tell her that and see what she says, okay?”

“Too late, babe; she just left. You can call her later if you want. Umm, tell me more about the shots he took today; are we talking naked stuff?”

I heard a slight hesitation, but then she answered me; I could tell she was trying to soften the blow. “Some, yeah; a few. Anything from fully dressed on down. You’ll see, he gave me a set of everything he shot today on a flash drive so we can look at them later, together. That’s why I’m a little late leaving, he was downloading the photos for me.”

I knew it was going to be this way, but it still gave me a pang of jealousy. I tried to mask it as I replied, “Oh, okay. Good, I guess. I’ll look forward to seeing them.” I paused, then continued, “Hey, I’m about to leave too. You want to meet somewhere and grab a bite?”

“Oh, we could, I suppose.” She didn’t sound especially enthused, and I soon figured out why. “I was sort of hoping you wanted to have me for dinner, to be honest… but if you’re really good I might call in a pizza order afterward.”

I laughed. “Ah, I see. Does someone have hot pants?”

“Hot, wet, exceedingly horny pants… you know, if I was actually wearing any. Do we have a deal?”

“Do I get to pick the toppings?” I couldn’t help myself; I have to drive a hard bargain.

“For me, or for the pizza?”

“Both.”

“If one involves whipped cream and the other involves pepperoni, then sure.”

I laughed. “Who ever heard of putting whipped cream on a pizza?”

“Smart ass! Just hurry home, okay?” She sounded almost breathless with arousal, which was having a complementary effect on me as I hardened and thickened, her throaty, velvet voice and teasing words working on my psyche and my anatomy simultaneously.

“Oh, I will, don’t worry. Can I assume that this is a side effect of your photo session today?”

She laughed softly, a sexy, low purr of a laugh. “You’ll understand when you see the pictures. Drive fast.”

It seemed like she’d been telling me to do that a lot lately. “Yes, dear. But no starting without me, you hear?”

I quickly cleared my desk and locked up, and yes, I drove fast.