Jennifer looked at the silvery tight skin on the head of his phallus and saw a drop of precum oozing from the hole in the tip. “Hmmmm, ol’ married ladies must turn this kid on too,” she thought silently to herself. “But I’ve got both hands on his shaft, why shouldn’t he be excited?”
“Okay, Jenn, lay back on the couch. Derek’s turn to do some work.” The big, black photographer had her recline on the couch with the same large pillow propped against one of the arms as when she had climaxed on the vibrator with Derek being a willing spectator. “One foot on the floor the other on the cushion. Nice, nice.” The pose had her pink slit fully exposed to the lens of the camera and the young model hovering near her. “Okay, son, use your mouth and slowly work your way from her toes to her….” as his voice sort of trailed off. They all knew what he meant.
Derek started slowly kissing her toes and feet and then worked ever so slowly and deliberately down the inside of each leg in turn never getting closer to her groin than midthigh. She knew she was fully spread to this stranger but she had long passed being modest. Maybe it was the wine or the stimulation of the earlier sessions with Oscar that had caused her to bury her inhibitions or maybe it was her beach play with the two young men yesterday. No matter what it was she was treading new ground with this photo shoot. “Troy will certainly be surprised”, she thought to herself.
“Now, a little closer.”
“You okay with this,” Derek asked as he looked over the swell of her belly past her erect nipples and into her eyes? She nodded her ascent and he slowly lowered his face toward her exposed sex petals.
She could feel his warm breath on her inner thighs and on the sex dimples between her pussy and her legs. She heard and saw Oscar changing positions to get the best angle to simulate the cunnilingus they were supposed to be performing. “Stick out your tongue Derek. Jenn, arm across your forehead like he is taking you to the moon and back.”
The young wife and mother played the part of the willing lover anxiously accepting all of the photographer’s suggestions from lifting her legs higher, hooking one heel over Derek’s right shoulder, reaching her hands between her legs and pulling her sex apart for his gaze and that of the camera.
“How are you doing young lady? Are you prepared to move on? It’s time to get really personal now. Are you ready for getting really close?”
“Yes,” she heard herself answer huskily; the arousal in her throat belied her excited state.
Derek had remained almost mute throughout the shoot; afraid some errant phrase would set wrong with her. He enjoyed being this close to a naked woman and she wasn’t half bad looking. Oh, she was no lithe beauty queen but she had all the right parts in all the right places in all the right proportions and she had a great attitude. She sort of emanated a sexual heat that was obvious in her posing and the resultant photos. He was looking forward to what he knew was coming.
Oscar sat his beefy backside on a stool near the couch as Derek moved a bit away from her widespread thighs. “Here’s the deal,” Oscar began. We’re going to do some simulated intercourse now. That means his “franks and beans” are going to be awfully close to your love hole Jennifer. I mean real close. We’ll start with some with his woody just about to slide home and then we’ll have to rearrange some to make it look like he slid in to home plate. That means he’ll have his tool slid in between your cheeks. Sound okay? If not, better say so now and we can quit right here. I hate to get started and then have you have second thoughts.”
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