Voyeur in Big Trouble II The sequel
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A few days later, I was walking in the town, alone, when I suddenly spotted the guy from the beach approaching. He too was alone, and as we came nearer he recognised me and smiled broadly. We both said ‘Hi’ and it was clear that he wasn’t English: it turned out th at he was German, but his English was pretty good. He said he used the nudist beach often when he was staying here; sometimes his wife joined him, but on that day she had been somewhere else. In fact, he enjoyed going there alone occasionally so that he could wander around and look at the scenery, natural and female. He asked if I’d minded him taking some photos. I assured him I was perfectly happy, and hoped the results had been good. Yes, he said, he’d saved half a dozen good ones, and they were perfect for what he’d wanted them for! I guessed what he meant.
He made complimentary remarks about my wife, and I laughed when he said he’d like to get to know her better. It struck me that he already knew her better than most people. After we had chatted for a while, I asked him if he had his phone with him. He smiled and reached into his pocket for it. Clicking on photos, he handed it to me and I saw the results. They were of stunning quality. ‘They look even better on my big screen TV’, he said. I scanned through them. In one I could be seen clearly, my hand resting on C’s right breast, It struck me that it was because of this pic he’d recognised me so easily!
We chatted for a minute or two about where we were staying, and for how long. I asked him if he would be going to the same beach again, and he said he certainly would. In fact, he said, he was going to be there alone the next day. I said I’d see if I could get there, and we went our separate ways.
As it happened, it worked out well. C announced that she wanted to go shopping for new clothes, and she knows I hate following her around the boutiques. So I had the morning free. When the sun was getting hot I strolled down to the beach, and wandered along. I guessed he would be at the furthest end where he had seen us before, and I headed there. It was still quiet, and reaching the rocks there was no-one to be seen. I sat on a rock and waited. Ten minutes passed, and I wondered if he had changed his mind. But then in the distance I saw him approaching. He was almost short of breath when he arrived and apologised - he had been held up. The beach was warm and quiet, very few waves, and I took the lead and stripped off. He sat for a minute watching me, then took off his shorts and his top, all - apart from his sandals - that he had been wearing. He took out his phone from his pocket and laid back.
He accessed his photos, and I could see again the pics of my wife. They were so clear and erotic, and it turned me on so much looking at them with this stranger. In his broken English he said ‘She is so pretty, and I really want to fuck her’. My cock immediately started to swell at the thought, and almost in parallel his stood to attention. We laid there side by side on the warm sand, and began to stroke ourselves as if in competition to see who could produce the more perfect specimen. I knew even then that I couldn’t compete. He was bigger than me from the start, and I thought how much C would enjoy feeling him deep inside her.
We laid there for some time, alone and content, passing the phone between the two of us and enjoying the moment. He had other photos on the phone too, other women he had seen on the beach or in the town. And there was a set of a couple in the dunes, followed by a video of them screwing in the sun. I started to get hard, so I stood up and walked into the sea, enjoying the cool water on my body, and feeling good. He too came and swam then stood for a time talking. I said again how good his photos were. He said he was a semi-professional photographer and back in his apartment he had much better equipment. He told me that he had often used models, but preferred to work with ordinary people. He said he’d be delighted if I could persuade C to spend an hour with him. She was just the sort of subject he liked to work with, and I could come along too if that would help persuade her. He gave me his phone number and I said I would let him know. We dressed and walked back along the beach together.
Two or three days later I phoned him. I’d chatted to C and had managed to persuade her to take part in this photo session. In fact, in her early days she had modelled for a fashion brand, and it amused her to think that now, twenty years later, she was still attractive enough to be invited to work with a professional photographer (I’d exaggerated a little!). I phoned him at once and we made an appointment for the following morning. I asked him what he wanted her to wear; he laughed and said ‘something a little bit sexy! I could see that C was a bit anxious, but I reassured her by saying I would be there and that I was perfectly happy for her to enjoy the whole session. I even said she could pose in whatever way he asked: she looked at me a bit unsure but said, ‘OK, I’ll have a glass of wine first to relax me’. I knew then that it would go well!
The following morning she dressed slowly and carefully, wearing a flimsy little sundress that she knew I liked. She had put on some very sexy undies which I had bought her before our holiday, and a nice pair of heeled sandals. She looked very desirable, and I told her so. It was a hot day and I wore shorts and a shirt: I had already decided go ‘commando’ and looked forward to what might unfold. I was so anxious to get on with the photo session that we arrived at the door of his apartment a couple of minutes before the appointed time, but he was waiting for us and invited us in. He too was wearing shorts, and a shirt half open, revealing a chest full of hair. He was barefoot.
I wondered if his wife was around, but he said she might be in later. He didn’t say where she was. He kissed C’s hand and made a great fuss of her, telling her that she was the most beautiful women he had seen in months, and what a fabulous outfit she was wearing. My wife can resist anything except flattery, so she was soon eating out of his hand! I was happy. He shook my hand and told me to make myself at home, pointing to a chair in one corner of the room. I sat down and made myself comfortable. I reckoned we might be in for a long session.
Having made her feel good about herself, and comfortable in these new surroundings, he asked if she was happy to be photographed. He said he wouldn’t ask her to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with, and she was to say at once if anything was bothering her. That seemed to settle her, and he now took her to the far end of the room where the lighting and reflectors had been set up. The room was very warm with the sun shining in and the lighting. For a few minutes he fussed with settings, and getting her to pose. At first she was a bit stiff, but gradually she settled into the situation and began to relax.
He moved quickly around, occasionally changing his camera, and basically letting her make her own poses. It had been a long time since she had been in this situation, but she knew the ropes and quickly was enjoying herself and giving him the opportunity to build up a good selection. Now and then he showed her, and she purred with satisfaction at some of the results.
I wondered how long it would be before he suggested something more provocative. I didn’t have to wait long! He asked her to lean forward, allowing her breasts to show to good effect - the dress was loose and low cut, and as she leaned forward more and more of her showed. Then he pulled up a chair and asked her to sit on it, crossing her legs. Bit by bit, at his coaxing, C pulled the hem higher until most of her thighs were visible. It was becoming exciting and I wondered if she would eventually decide she’d had enough. I hoped not. He asked her to uncross her legs which she did, and from my viewpoint I could see just a hint of her panties. No doubt his camera too had picked that up. A little more, he demanded, and she pulled the hem higher. Now there was more than a hint: they were there to be seen. She smiled at me. He glanced over his shoulder, then walked over to her and gently pushed her knees further apart, lifting her dress above her knickers. Again the camera whirred.
I was enjoying this so much! What I knew, and she didn’t, was that he knew perfectly well what she looked like between those thighs, and no doubt he was thinking about that at this moment. She hesitated for a moment, glanced at me, then allowed him to move her leg again. More and more of her knickers were revealed. They were a tiny slip, little more than a g string, and an inch of flesh and a tiny tuft of auburn hair could be seen in this bright light. He continued to snap the shutter open. Then suddenly, without being asked, she leaned forward a little so that the next shots could include more of interest. This marked, I thought, a changed situation. He had been running the show; now C was beginning to make moves. She was enjoying this more than I expected.
The dress she was wearing had shoulder straps, and my German friend now walked over to her and pulled the straps to one side. Two or three shots, then back again, and he moved the straps down her arms. Again he took shots, then moved forward again and pulled the straps right down. Now her bra was visible, and his shots were becoming erotic. Finally, he moved over again, and putting his hands over her shoulders, he unclipped the bra and pulled it away. She made a token resistance, but it was clear that she wasn’t going to stop him. Her glorious tits appeared, unfettered, and crowned by nipples that were noticeably swollen. She looked superb, and I felt my groin twitching. I could see also that his shorts were standing forward, and my lovely wife could see that at close quarters. How far would she go, I wondered, as her light dress fell to her waist. She sat bolt upright, and her breasts stood to attention in all their fullness. I was proud of them. He took time to capture them on both of his cameras, and checked the results. They were obviously to his satisfaction.
He said to her ‘Your dress isn’t very tidy. Why don’t you take it off. It would be a pity to spoil it;’ She looked at me, I shrugged, so she stood up and slipped the dress down to her feet and off. Her bra was caught up in it and came away too, so she was now beautifully naked apart from her tiny slip. She looked radiant, happy even. I love it when other men admire my wife, and he stood there for a moment savouring the wonderful sight which presented itself to him. She clasped her hands behind her head, lifting her gorgeous tits with their swollen nipples into full view. I suddenly became aware that my cock was so hard it was emerging from the leg of my shorts. My friend turned round and grinned, and I saw that his shorts had a massive bulge in the front. C looked at us, first one then the other.
I still didn’t think she’d offer to remove her panties, but I wanted to see her naked. I walked over and said ‘You are so good at this, very professional! Look, he’s asked if you would be prepared to do some naked shots, and I’m OK with that. I think you want to really. Why don’t you just slip your knickers off?’. She hesitated, looked at the other guy, then surprised me by saying ‘I’ll only do that if you both do too.’ It was too good to be true. I undid my shirt and pulled it off, then my shorts, allowing my cock to spring out. The German followed suit: he had heard our whispered conversation. Then I turned back to C, and very gently and slowly pulled her string down. I threw it back to him and smiled at her. ‘You look fabulous’ I said and kissed her. She closed her eyes, and wrapped herself around me, exploring my mouth with her tongue. We ignored the German guy, but I was aware that he was moving around and stopping occasionally to take a photograph. I felt her breasts against my chest, and my cock hard against her belly. It was so hot to be doing this with someone watching. I moved my hands onto her tits and felt them warm and soft. She purred with enjoyment as I rolled her nipples in the palms of my hands. They were enormous.
I became aware that my friend had stopped moving, and opening my eyes I saw that he was standing right behind her. He was so close that he could be touching her. He had put his camera down and his hands were on her waist. Slowly he lifted them and moved them forward until they were touching mine. I moved back, and he began to massage her breasts. She closed her eyes, and I saw her adjust her position; he was now as close to her as could be, and I reckoned his cock was pressing hard against her arse. I watched his hands, the hands of an artist gently caressing her as she stood there immobile. This was such a turn on and something we’d never done before.
For what seemed ages he continued with this soft massage, and I watched intently. All was still apart from his hands slowly cupping and stroking, and her occasional movements against his body. Eventually I stood up and walked around. His backside was moving very slowly against her bottom, so erotic. I came close up. I was amazed by his control. He was an expert. I moved round in front of her. She seemed to be almost in a trance, and I put my hands carefully on her thighs. I stroked them up and down, up and down, then gradually moved them to the front. I caressed her belly, then lowered them slowly until they touched the auburn hair. Almost automatically, she parted her legs a little, and I stroked my fingers through the hair and back until they were between her lips. She was so wet and her juices stuck to my fingers. I touched her clitoris and she gave a spasm of movement. Gently I rubbed it. She moaned and put her arms round my neck. ‘It’s so long since I had two men at the same time’ she said. ‘I’d almost forgotten how lovely it is’. I hadn’t even known that she had had two at the same time. I would need to talk to her about that later!
I signalled to my friend that we should change places and he readily agreed. When we were in place I put my arms around her thighs and carefully separated them. She was now wide open and crouching a little, he manipulated his cock between her legs, moving backwards and forwards. But the angle was such that he couldn’t enter her. He just used it to stroke the mouth of her cunt and to flicker against her clitoris. This was for her both intense pleasure and intense frustration. I put my finger between her arse cheeks, and the tip of his cock came into contact. I found this erotic so I let its rest there for a minute, but then plunged it deep into her arse. She bent forwards, and he was forced to back away, so he came round the side, and, as I continued to finger her arse, he leaned over and placed a finger into her vagina. We could feel each other’s movements through the intervening wall.
After a while he stopped and we both withdrew. C stood up straight, and he looked into her eyes. ‘You are such a beautiful lady’ he said. ‘I hope you are enjoying playing like this’. She nodded. ‘I want you to choose’ he continued. ‘I would very much like to fuck you, but if you are not happy with that, then I’d like to watch you fuck your husband in front of me. That would give me great pleasure. Or maybe you just want to stop and go home?’ She turned and looked at me. ‘You choose’ she whispered to me. ‘Whatever comes next I’ll enjoy. And if you say he can have me, then I promise I shall make up to you when we get back’. I turned to the German. ‘I want you to fuck my wife while I watch. She’s ready for you. You can have her in any way you want.’
There was a settee at one side of the room, a prop for his photography. He led her over to the settee, and I moved my chair to the centre of the room turning it away from them but sitting on it facing them so that I could lean on the back. They stood in front of the settee, his arms round her, pulling her towards him, and pressing hard against her as they kissed intimately. I could see her right leg lifting against his thigh. His arse cheeks were tight, and her hands caressed them, pulling hard towards her.
All the time I was wondering whether this was a good idea or not. I have to say that on one level I wanted to stop them, but at this moment another level was winning out, the excitement and eroticism of seeing a naked guy preparing to shaft my wife. I knew that ages ago she had had other men, and she occasionally told me about it in detail because she knew it turned me on. But I had never seen it happening whereas at this moment it was all very visible. I knew that unless I stopped it, I would soon be watching his enlarged cock - much bigger than mine - plunging deep into C’s cunt. Maybe she’d think it was better than mine and would want to make a habit of it. I was unclear what I wanted, but there was no way I was going to stop them.
He pulled away and pushed her down on the settee. He crouched down in front of her, and spread her legs wide, then leaned forward and began to lick her, slowly at first then ever more quickly. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly. I quietly stood up and walked over to the settee. I sat on the upholstered arm and stroked her arm. Now I was able to see clearly as his tongue darted back and forth. I could see that it was driving her mad with anticipation, until at last his tongue disappeared inside her and began to explore. I knew the taste he was enjoying now.
I walked round behind the settee and leaning over, began to stroke her tits. Her nipples were standing proud, and I sensed that she loved having one of us at each end. I massaged softly with the palms of my hands. The German pulled away and stood up, massaging his cock. I took my wife’s arms and pinned them against the back of the settee. There was no resistance, and she widened the gap between her legs as far as she could. I heard her whisper something, but didn’t catch it first time. But he hadn’t heard her either, and said ‘What was that? I didn’t hear you.’ This time there was no way either of us could miss it when she said loudly ‘I want you to fuck me, NOW!’
I held her arms tightly, and she presented her cunt to him. He needed no further invitation and walked forward and plunged his erect cock deep into her. No more than ten seconds passed before she came with a scream that rattled the windows. She almost left him behind but the very act of her orgasm forced him into a matching expulsion of breath as he poured his seed into her. Seeing this at close quarters was too much for me and I ejected over the back of her neck and hair.
Two hours later, back at home, we laid in bed after our much more measured love-making, and she turned to me. ‘It was only sex, you know’ she said. ‘I wanted to be had, but nothing can replace what we have’. ‘So do you want him again?’ I asked. ‘It was good’ she said, ‘and it’s something different. So I wouldn’t say no, especially if you are happy with it; but it wasn’t satisfying, like we are.’
He made complimentary remarks about my wife, and I laughed when he said he’d like to get to know her better. It struck me that he already knew her better than most people. After we had chatted for a while, I asked him if he had his phone with him. He smiled and reached into his pocket for it. Clicking on photos, he handed it to me and I saw the results. They were of stunning quality. ‘They look even better on my big screen TV’, he said. I scanned through them. In one I could be seen clearly, my hand resting on C’s right breast, It struck me that it was because of this pic he’d recognised me so easily!
We chatted for a minute or two about where we were staying, and for how long. I asked him if he would be going to the same beach again, and he said he certainly would. In fact, he said, he was going to be there alone the next day. I said I’d see if I could get there, and we went our separate ways.
As it happened, it worked out well. C announced that she wanted to go shopping for new clothes, and she knows I hate following her around the boutiques. So I had the morning free. When the sun was getting hot I strolled down to the beach, and wandered along. I guessed he would be at the furthest end where he had seen us before, and I headed there. It was still quiet, and reaching the rocks there was no-one to be seen. I sat on a rock and waited. Ten minutes passed, and I wondered if he had changed his mind. But then in the distance I saw him approaching. He was almost short of breath when he arrived and apologised - he had been held up. The beach was warm and quiet, very few waves, and I took the lead and stripped off. He sat for a minute watching me, then took off his shorts and his top, all - apart from his sandals - that he had been wearing. He took out his phone from his pocket and laid back.
He accessed his photos, and I could see again the pics of my wife. They were so clear and erotic, and it turned me on so much looking at them with this stranger. In his broken English he said ‘She is so pretty, and I really want to fuck her’. My cock immediately started to swell at the thought, and almost in parallel his stood to attention. We laid there side by side on the warm sand, and began to stroke ourselves as if in competition to see who could produce the more perfect specimen. I knew even then that I couldn’t compete. He was bigger than me from the start, and I thought how much C would enjoy feeling him deep inside her.
We laid there for some time, alone and content, passing the phone between the two of us and enjoying the moment. He had other photos on the phone too, other women he had seen on the beach or in the town. And there was a set of a couple in the dunes, followed by a video of them screwing in the sun. I started to get hard, so I stood up and walked into the sea, enjoying the cool water on my body, and feeling good. He too came and swam then stood for a time talking. I said again how good his photos were. He said he was a semi-professional photographer and back in his apartment he had much better equipment. He told me that he had often used models, but preferred to work with ordinary people. He said he’d be delighted if I could persuade C to spend an hour with him. She was just the sort of subject he liked to work with, and I could come along too if that would help persuade her. He gave me his phone number and I said I would let him know. We dressed and walked back along the beach together.
Two or three days later I phoned him. I’d chatted to C and had managed to persuade her to take part in this photo session. In fact, in her early days she had modelled for a fashion brand, and it amused her to think that now, twenty years later, she was still attractive enough to be invited to work with a professional photographer (I’d exaggerated a little!). I phoned him at once and we made an appointment for the following morning. I asked him what he wanted her to wear; he laughed and said ‘something a little bit sexy! I could see that C was a bit anxious, but I reassured her by saying I would be there and that I was perfectly happy for her to enjoy the whole session. I even said she could pose in whatever way he asked: she looked at me a bit unsure but said, ‘OK, I’ll have a glass of wine first to relax me’. I knew then that it would go well!
The following morning she dressed slowly and carefully, wearing a flimsy little sundress that she knew I liked. She had put on some very sexy undies which I had bought her before our holiday, and a nice pair of heeled sandals. She looked very desirable, and I told her so. It was a hot day and I wore shorts and a shirt: I had already decided go ‘commando’ and looked forward to what might unfold. I was so anxious to get on with the photo session that we arrived at the door of his apartment a couple of minutes before the appointed time, but he was waiting for us and invited us in. He too was wearing shorts, and a shirt half open, revealing a chest full of hair. He was barefoot.
I wondered if his wife was around, but he said she might be in later. He didn’t say where she was. He kissed C’s hand and made a great fuss of her, telling her that she was the most beautiful women he had seen in months, and what a fabulous outfit she was wearing. My wife can resist anything except flattery, so she was soon eating out of his hand! I was happy. He shook my hand and told me to make myself at home, pointing to a chair in one corner of the room. I sat down and made myself comfortable. I reckoned we might be in for a long session.
Having made her feel good about herself, and comfortable in these new surroundings, he asked if she was happy to be photographed. He said he wouldn’t ask her to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with, and she was to say at once if anything was bothering her. That seemed to settle her, and he now took her to the far end of the room where the lighting and reflectors had been set up. The room was very warm with the sun shining in and the lighting. For a few minutes he fussed with settings, and getting her to pose. At first she was a bit stiff, but gradually she settled into the situation and began to relax.
He moved quickly around, occasionally changing his camera, and basically letting her make her own poses. It had been a long time since she had been in this situation, but she knew the ropes and quickly was enjoying herself and giving him the opportunity to build up a good selection. Now and then he showed her, and she purred with satisfaction at some of the results.
I wondered how long it would be before he suggested something more provocative. I didn’t have to wait long! He asked her to lean forward, allowing her breasts to show to good effect - the dress was loose and low cut, and as she leaned forward more and more of her showed. Then he pulled up a chair and asked her to sit on it, crossing her legs. Bit by bit, at his coaxing, C pulled the hem higher until most of her thighs were visible. It was becoming exciting and I wondered if she would eventually decide she’d had enough. I hoped not. He asked her to uncross her legs which she did, and from my viewpoint I could see just a hint of her panties. No doubt his camera too had picked that up. A little more, he demanded, and she pulled the hem higher. Now there was more than a hint: they were there to be seen. She smiled at me. He glanced over his shoulder, then walked over to her and gently pushed her knees further apart, lifting her dress above her knickers. Again the camera whirred.
I was enjoying this so much! What I knew, and she didn’t, was that he knew perfectly well what she looked like between those thighs, and no doubt he was thinking about that at this moment. She hesitated for a moment, glanced at me, then allowed him to move her leg again. More and more of her knickers were revealed. They were a tiny slip, little more than a g string, and an inch of flesh and a tiny tuft of auburn hair could be seen in this bright light. He continued to snap the shutter open. Then suddenly, without being asked, she leaned forward a little so that the next shots could include more of interest. This marked, I thought, a changed situation. He had been running the show; now C was beginning to make moves. She was enjoying this more than I expected.
The dress she was wearing had shoulder straps, and my German friend now walked over to her and pulled the straps to one side. Two or three shots, then back again, and he moved the straps down her arms. Again he took shots, then moved forward again and pulled the straps right down. Now her bra was visible, and his shots were becoming erotic. Finally, he moved over again, and putting his hands over her shoulders, he unclipped the bra and pulled it away. She made a token resistance, but it was clear that she wasn’t going to stop him. Her glorious tits appeared, unfettered, and crowned by nipples that were noticeably swollen. She looked superb, and I felt my groin twitching. I could see also that his shorts were standing forward, and my lovely wife could see that at close quarters. How far would she go, I wondered, as her light dress fell to her waist. She sat bolt upright, and her breasts stood to attention in all their fullness. I was proud of them. He took time to capture them on both of his cameras, and checked the results. They were obviously to his satisfaction.
He said to her ‘Your dress isn’t very tidy. Why don’t you take it off. It would be a pity to spoil it;’ She looked at me, I shrugged, so she stood up and slipped the dress down to her feet and off. Her bra was caught up in it and came away too, so she was now beautifully naked apart from her tiny slip. She looked radiant, happy even. I love it when other men admire my wife, and he stood there for a moment savouring the wonderful sight which presented itself to him. She clasped her hands behind her head, lifting her gorgeous tits with their swollen nipples into full view. I suddenly became aware that my cock was so hard it was emerging from the leg of my shorts. My friend turned round and grinned, and I saw that his shorts had a massive bulge in the front. C looked at us, first one then the other.
I still didn’t think she’d offer to remove her panties, but I wanted to see her naked. I walked over and said ‘You are so good at this, very professional! Look, he’s asked if you would be prepared to do some naked shots, and I’m OK with that. I think you want to really. Why don’t you just slip your knickers off?’. She hesitated, looked at the other guy, then surprised me by saying ‘I’ll only do that if you both do too.’ It was too good to be true. I undid my shirt and pulled it off, then my shorts, allowing my cock to spring out. The German followed suit: he had heard our whispered conversation. Then I turned back to C, and very gently and slowly pulled her string down. I threw it back to him and smiled at her. ‘You look fabulous’ I said and kissed her. She closed her eyes, and wrapped herself around me, exploring my mouth with her tongue. We ignored the German guy, but I was aware that he was moving around and stopping occasionally to take a photograph. I felt her breasts against my chest, and my cock hard against her belly. It was so hot to be doing this with someone watching. I moved my hands onto her tits and felt them warm and soft. She purred with enjoyment as I rolled her nipples in the palms of my hands. They were enormous.
I became aware that my friend had stopped moving, and opening my eyes I saw that he was standing right behind her. He was so close that he could be touching her. He had put his camera down and his hands were on her waist. Slowly he lifted them and moved them forward until they were touching mine. I moved back, and he began to massage her breasts. She closed her eyes, and I saw her adjust her position; he was now as close to her as could be, and I reckoned his cock was pressing hard against her arse. I watched his hands, the hands of an artist gently caressing her as she stood there immobile. This was such a turn on and something we’d never done before.
For what seemed ages he continued with this soft massage, and I watched intently. All was still apart from his hands slowly cupping and stroking, and her occasional movements against his body. Eventually I stood up and walked around. His backside was moving very slowly against her bottom, so erotic. I came close up. I was amazed by his control. He was an expert. I moved round in front of her. She seemed to be almost in a trance, and I put my hands carefully on her thighs. I stroked them up and down, up and down, then gradually moved them to the front. I caressed her belly, then lowered them slowly until they touched the auburn hair. Almost automatically, she parted her legs a little, and I stroked my fingers through the hair and back until they were between her lips. She was so wet and her juices stuck to my fingers. I touched her clitoris and she gave a spasm of movement. Gently I rubbed it. She moaned and put her arms round my neck. ‘It’s so long since I had two men at the same time’ she said. ‘I’d almost forgotten how lovely it is’. I hadn’t even known that she had had two at the same time. I would need to talk to her about that later!
I signalled to my friend that we should change places and he readily agreed. When we were in place I put my arms around her thighs and carefully separated them. She was now wide open and crouching a little, he manipulated his cock between her legs, moving backwards and forwards. But the angle was such that he couldn’t enter her. He just used it to stroke the mouth of her cunt and to flicker against her clitoris. This was for her both intense pleasure and intense frustration. I put my finger between her arse cheeks, and the tip of his cock came into contact. I found this erotic so I let its rest there for a minute, but then plunged it deep into her arse. She bent forwards, and he was forced to back away, so he came round the side, and, as I continued to finger her arse, he leaned over and placed a finger into her vagina. We could feel each other’s movements through the intervening wall.
After a while he stopped and we both withdrew. C stood up straight, and he looked into her eyes. ‘You are such a beautiful lady’ he said. ‘I hope you are enjoying playing like this’. She nodded. ‘I want you to choose’ he continued. ‘I would very much like to fuck you, but if you are not happy with that, then I’d like to watch you fuck your husband in front of me. That would give me great pleasure. Or maybe you just want to stop and go home?’ She turned and looked at me. ‘You choose’ she whispered to me. ‘Whatever comes next I’ll enjoy. And if you say he can have me, then I promise I shall make up to you when we get back’. I turned to the German. ‘I want you to fuck my wife while I watch. She’s ready for you. You can have her in any way you want.’
There was a settee at one side of the room, a prop for his photography. He led her over to the settee, and I moved my chair to the centre of the room turning it away from them but sitting on it facing them so that I could lean on the back. They stood in front of the settee, his arms round her, pulling her towards him, and pressing hard against her as they kissed intimately. I could see her right leg lifting against his thigh. His arse cheeks were tight, and her hands caressed them, pulling hard towards her.
All the time I was wondering whether this was a good idea or not. I have to say that on one level I wanted to stop them, but at this moment another level was winning out, the excitement and eroticism of seeing a naked guy preparing to shaft my wife. I knew that ages ago she had had other men, and she occasionally told me about it in detail because she knew it turned me on. But I had never seen it happening whereas at this moment it was all very visible. I knew that unless I stopped it, I would soon be watching his enlarged cock - much bigger than mine - plunging deep into C’s cunt. Maybe she’d think it was better than mine and would want to make a habit of it. I was unclear what I wanted, but there was no way I was going to stop them.
He pulled away and pushed her down on the settee. He crouched down in front of her, and spread her legs wide, then leaned forward and began to lick her, slowly at first then ever more quickly. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning softly. I quietly stood up and walked over to the settee. I sat on the upholstered arm and stroked her arm. Now I was able to see clearly as his tongue darted back and forth. I could see that it was driving her mad with anticipation, until at last his tongue disappeared inside her and began to explore. I knew the taste he was enjoying now.
I walked round behind the settee and leaning over, began to stroke her tits. Her nipples were standing proud, and I sensed that she loved having one of us at each end. I massaged softly with the palms of my hands. The German pulled away and stood up, massaging his cock. I took my wife’s arms and pinned them against the back of the settee. There was no resistance, and she widened the gap between her legs as far as she could. I heard her whisper something, but didn’t catch it first time. But he hadn’t heard her either, and said ‘What was that? I didn’t hear you.’ This time there was no way either of us could miss it when she said loudly ‘I want you to fuck me, NOW!’
I held her arms tightly, and she presented her cunt to him. He needed no further invitation and walked forward and plunged his erect cock deep into her. No more than ten seconds passed before she came with a scream that rattled the windows. She almost left him behind but the very act of her orgasm forced him into a matching expulsion of breath as he poured his seed into her. Seeing this at close quarters was too much for me and I ejected over the back of her neck and hair.
Two hours later, back at home, we laid in bed after our much more measured love-making, and she turned to me. ‘It was only sex, you know’ she said. ‘I wanted to be had, but nothing can replace what we have’. ‘So do you want him again?’ I asked. ‘It was good’ she said, ‘and it’s something different. So I wouldn’t say no, especially if you are happy with it; but it wasn’t satisfying, like we are.’
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