Jon arrived at our home the evening before his return flight to L.A. He was super excited to be back to participate in another photo session.
Beyond the rules of the first photo shoot, we decided not to say anything about how far we would allow the activities to go but to wing it as we went along. Jack had mentioned that he was willing to take pictures of me giving Jon a blowjob, but at this point, that probability was still iffy in my mind.
Jack and Jon were waiting for me when I entered the bedroom in one of Jack’s white dress shirts long enough to reach the tops of my thighs. Underneath, I wore a red demi-bra and thong set.
Jon whistled when he scanned me with his eyes and said, “Looking hot, Beverly.”
“Thank you, Jon,” I replied with a big smile. “Be sure to take lots of photos.”
As was my usual routine, I began with some standing poses. Jack asked Jon to stand next to him to take some photos. Jon chose to get down on one knee and take some shots while looking up at me.
I slowly and sensuously unbuttoned and stripped off the shirt while the guys took a dozen or more photos of me. Jon shot more takes of me than Jack because Jack was too busy watching the interaction between me and Jon.
I crawled onto the bed and asked Jon, “How should I pose for you?”
Jon turned to Jack, who smiled and nodded for Jon to take the lead with the session. I turned to Jon while kneeling upright on the bed.
“Shall I remove my bra?” I asked Jon with a smile.
Jon again glanced at Jack, who was still smiling and nodding his approval.
“Yes, take it off, Beverly. Show me those fabulous tits,” Jon directed.
The demi-cup bra had a front closure. I unfastened the clasp and slowly pulled away the cups, exposing my firm mounds and hard nipples. Jon quickly started taking photos of my naked breasts while I sensuously ran my hands around them and played with my nipples.
I could see Jon’s arousal beginning to bulge in his pants. I wondered how well he was endowed, and if given the chance, would I have the nerve to find out?
“Rub your pussy,” Jon said, getting a bit more assertive.
I continued to pleasure my tits with my left hand while reaching my right hand down to my pussy, still shielded in my thong.
“Yeah, like that. Mmm, beautiful,” Jon said while shooting more photos of me.
Braving up, I slid my thumbs into the sides of my thong waistband and pulled the sides down a couple of inches in a suggestive posture.
“Yeah, baby, take it off,” Jon said.
It turned me on to see Jon taking ownership of our photo session. I slowly peeled off the thong while Jon took more photos. I noticed that Jack had pulled his cock out of his pants, stroking it with one hand while taking pictures with the other hand.
Oh, my god, things are getting hot! I thought as I went through several erotic poses for Jon. It was Jon’s first time to shoot photos of my shaved pussy fully revealed, and the bulge in his pants was growing larger.
“Play with your pussy,” Jon said with no hesitation in his voice. His command made my body quiver with lust, and I immediately started to finger my pussy. I was very wet and feeling horny.
Having Jon tell me what to do while my husband stood to the side and watched was an incredible rush. My body tingled with excitement from head to toe. I felt a delicious ache running through my pussy. I wondered how far Jon might go and how far Jack would allow Jon to go. Jon appeared eager to take as many photos of me fingering my pussy as he can.
I was so into posing for Jon that when I looked over at Jack, I was surprised to see that he was completely naked, stroking his cock and taking photos of my interaction with Jon.
“Jon, you can get naked with us if you want to,” I suggested as I looked into his lustful eyes.
Jon was watching for my husband’s reaction, who smiled and again nodded his approval.
I was still playing with my tits and pussy while I watched Jon strip. When he pulled down his briefs, I got my first view of his cock, which was near fully erect and appeared quite sizable. My pussy throbbed. This moment became so erotic, and I was so deep in heat that I decided to take a risk and push the envelope.
“Oh, my god! I am so horny! I need someone to fuck me!” I exclaimed as I continued to finger my wet pussy. I wasn’t sure if my husband would come to the task, but I secretly hoped it would be Jon.
Jon looked at me, unsure of the rules and limits now as they applied to his activities. I stretched on my back, spread my legs wide towards Jon, and arched my chest upward while running one hand across my aching tits, with the fingers of my other hand spreading my pussy, showing my wet pink.
“Go ahead, Jon,” I heard my husband say while he continued to stroke his cock and take photos. I could see that Jack was very horny. I felt sure that Jack wanted to watch Jon fuck me, and Jon took the bait as he moved over me and slid his cock into my wet, waiting pussy.
He pressed my legs back as he filled me with his cock. My god, I couldn’t believe that I was letting another man fuck me in front of my husband. Everything about it felt so surreal.
“Beverly, you are so sexy,” Jon said as he slowly moved his hips.
It felt so hot and sinfully delicious to have a man other than my husband inside me, and at that moment, I realized that I was a changed woman.
“Fuck me hard, Jon,” I said to him, yet hard to believe that this was happening so quickly. We had gone from taking photos to actual sex in a very short time.
Jack moved around the bed, taking photos of Jon fucking his wife. Now seeing that this was what my husband wanted, I gave myself entirely to the man with his cock inside me and enjoyed the sex.
Jon had a sizable cock, about eight inches long, thick, and stiff. It felt good moving inside my pussy. I listened to his grunts and groans as he continued to thrust harder and faster in and out of my heated cunt.
Oh, I got so fucking hot. I felt my blood racing through my arteries and throbbing in my head. I ran my curled toes slowly and lightly up the backs of his thighs as I bent my legs further back to give him all of my cunt. He gave it all to me, all eight, maybe nine fat inches of hard, pulsing cock stretching my hot, juicy cunt further than my husband could reach. Jon had penetrated virgin territory.
I should add. My virgin territory was plundered several times by my ten-inch dildo but never by a real cock until now. It was surreal. The whole fucking night was surreal. While Jon was doing pushups on me, I reached my hand down between us and massaged his hot, sweaty balls.
I soon felt an orgasm building inside me. My heart started racing, and the nerves in my belly tightened. “Oh Fuck!” I hissed as a rush of pleasure radiated through my clit, and made my nipples tingle. My feet arched in the air, and my toes curled as my pussy tightened around Jon’s thrusting cock.
“Do it, Luscious!” I heard my husband say it excitedly as he positioned his camera between our legs to catch the thrust that caused my body to explode.
Jon felt more incredible as my orgasmic juice made his hard dick slick. “Oh, God!” I must have cried out a dozen times while I orgasmed. It was absolutely mind-blowing! I felt like a virgin again.
Jon was having the time of his life, planting his cock as deep as he could with every thrust, which prolonged my orgasm. My pussy throbbed and squeezed on his cock the entire time.
I haven’t felt this hot and excited for a very long time. Then my excitement doubled when Jon whispered in my ear. “Beverly, I am so fucking amazed by you. You make me so fucking horny. I’m about to cum. Where do you want it?”
“Deep inside my pussy,” I eagerly replied.
“Mmm, there is nothing I love more than to cum inside a beautiful married woman begging for my cum.” Then he slowed and teasingly asked, “Where do you want it?”
“Deep inside my pussy,” I repeated my plea.
“Beg me for it, baby. Let your husband hear you begging me. Look at him. He’s drooling with lust from watching us. Now beg for it!” Jon demanded.
What the fuck was I hearing. Just an hour ago, Jon was a humble man who was very gracious to me for allowing him to take sexy pictures of me. Now, he had turned into a possessive beast. His lips were stern, and his eyes demanded me to speak, to beg like a dirty slut for my lover to cum inside me. But damn! I loved it, and I begged him to cum inside me.
When my husband heard me begging for Jon to cum inside me, he seemed more excited than me. “Yes, baby… beg him! You are my slutty wife, and I want you to take his cum deep inside your cunt.”
I begged like my husband told me to, but I begged for myself more than I was doing this for my hubby. And then, Jon howled out long. His body froze and locked in place, deep inside me. I felt his warm gush of semen pasting my cunt, and several more that followed.
I gasped each time his balls spasmed, and his warm semen surged against my cervix! Oh, my god, I could not believe this was happening! Fucking another man in front of my husband was so foreign to me. I was shocked to discover just how much I liked it. I felt suddenly addicted to it, already thinking of and hoping for the next time. Now that I experienced the pleasure of forbidden fruit, I knew I could never stop.
Jon collapsed on top of me. After a few moments of rest, Jon pulled out of my pussy and rolled off of me. After his breath calmed, Jon looked over at me.
“Thank you, Beverly. You are a great piece of ass. Although I didn’t expect our session to turn out like this, it was something that I fantasized about,” he said.
“So, was it as good as your fantasy?” I asked as I reached down to pet his shrunken cock, still wet with my juices and his cum.
“Oh, far better,” he said. He noticed that I was gently stroking his cock, and added, “I don’t think I can get it up again. You wore me out.”
“Can I at least try to get you hard again?” I asked, feeling the need for more.
“Sure, anything for you,” he said as he relaxed on his back and allowed me to work on it.
I leaned over him and kissed his lips. Then my lips traveled down his torso to his limp cock that was now sticky with our juices. Jack took pics of me licking Jon’s cock. I got no response. I licked his balls and got no response. Then, I took his cockhead into my mouth and gently ran my tongue around it and sucked.
After a few swirls of my tongue and sucking the remainder of semen from his meatus, I got a moan from Jon, and his cock jerked in my mouth. My gentle suck drew his cock between my tongue and palate, and it started to grow. I started bobbing and sucking, and before long, his cock was hard again.
At first, I wanted to get Jon hard to fuck me again. But now I was having too much fun sucking his cock, and the raw taste of his flesh kept my hunger growing.
“Beverly, stop,” Jon said.
“You don’t like it?” I asked as I pulled my mouth from his cock.
“Oh, it’s not that. You’re going to make me cum if you keep going like that,” Jon said. The thought of having him cum in my mouth filled me with a dirty desire to do just that.
“Is that a bad thing?” I asked.
“No… Not at all,” Jon replied.
“Then, shut up and enjoy it,” I said and went back to sucking his cock.
Seconds later, I heard Jon release a lengthy moan. His body stiffened, and his warm gush of salty semen spread between my tongue and palate. More gushes followed, rapidly filling my mouth. I swallowed and gave a delicious moan as I felt his glob slide down my throat.
Jack knew that Jon was cumming inside my mouth. Jack always enjoyed my blowjobs, and he knew what Jon was feeling at that moment. Jon’s semen was salty at first but turned sweet in my mouth as I continued to suck the last of his release from the head of his cock.
I smiled up at Jon as I playfully licked his cock after enjoying his release. “Did you like it?” I asked.
“Like it? Hell, Beverly, I loved it. You have taken this beyond my wildest fantasy.”
“Mmm, that is nice to know,” I said as I felt his cock soften in my hand.
“Do you mind if I freshen up?” Jon asked.
“Take all the time you need, honey,” I said. Then, Jon got up from the bed and stumbled into the bathroom.
Now that Jon was out of the room, Jack finally spoke. “That appeared fantastic. Was it as good as you made it look?” He asked.
“Which part… the fucking, or the blowjob?” I teased.
“Everything. You seemed very into it,” Jack said.
I looked at my husband’s fully-erected cock leaking pre-cum. I was still processing how he could get so horny from watching me having sex with another man. He seemed to enjoy it even more than me.
“Most definitely a new experience,” was all I could think to say before Jon returned. He had cleaned up some and began to get dressed.
“I want to thank you both for an incredible evening. I wish I didn’t have to fly back to L.A. tomorrow. I would surely love another crack at this.”
“The next time you come to the Bay Area, you are welcome to join us for another photo shoot… Am I right, Beverly?” Jack turned to me and asked.
“I’m looking forward to it,” I replied.
Jack put on his shorts. I smiled and waved goodbye to Jon as Jack walked him to the door. In a few moments, Jack returned and pulled off his shorts. His cock remained hard.
“Hey, baby, come join me,” I said sweetly.
I was suddenly filled with love for my husband because I perceived it to be his sacrifice for my pleasure. But maybe it wasn’t so much him sacrificing his wife to another man as it was that he wanted to watch me turn slutty with another man.
I opened my legs for Jack to see my well-fucked pussy. He stared intently at my crotch, his cock twitching. I could see that he was extremely horny.
“Jon just got me warmed up,” I said seductively. “Please come fuck me senseless.
And Jack did just that. He fucked me for more than an hour off and on, and he came three times; once in my pussy, the second time in my mouth, and the third time between my tits. More orgasms rolled through me repeatedly throughout our sex.
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I joined Jack at our breakfast table the following morning. He had his laptop open and was viewing the photos he had taken last night. There were a lot of good pictures of Jon fucking me on the bed and of me sucking his cock to get him hard again. Jack spent most of his time reviewing the photos he took of Jon’s cock in my wet pussy.
“I can see how much you like watching me getting my pussy stuffed with another man’s cock,” I teased.
Jack paused a moment, and then he said in an apologetic tone, “Yeah, I do. I hope you won’t find it terrible of me to want to watch another man fucking you. I think it is about the most erotic thing in the world. You look so sexy, so sensual, so fucking beautiful!”
“Wow! You are very into this, aren’t you?” I said, feeling amazed at my husband’s response. “I don’t find it terrible at all. I love that you enjoyed watching me have sex with Jon. The experience for me was erotic and extremely sexual.”
I paused to see his reaction. Then, I was more direct. “Is it terrible that I very much enjoyed being fucked by another man? You know it is just sex and nothing more. You are my husband, and you are the only man that I truly love.”
“I am glad you enjoyed it. I was afraid you were only fucking Jon to please my voyeuristic needs,” Jack replied.
My husband’s response pleased me. It drove home the point that Jack wanted to watch me have sex with other men. Maybe I could use this to my advantage. However, I needed to have some say about who I wanted to have sex with. Or was I assuming there would be others? I had many questions on my mind, and so did Jack.
He started by asking, “So, do you want to continue having sex with other men?”
“Basically, yes,” I answered. “I would like to have sex with other men. Are you okay with that? Or am I getting way ahead of myself?”
“Are you kidding? I was hoping that you would come around to this. It was such a rush for me to share you. Honestly, one of the most erotic experiences in my life was watching you being fucked by Jon. I can’t explain why that makes me so horny.”
It hit me that this was happening for real and could result in a wonderful change in our sex life. I was already considering the possibilities.
