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When your wife and him returned to the party, a woman guest whispered close to her friend, “oh, my god! She has had sex with him again, and this time with her husband at the party.”

“She doesn’t seem to care that most of the guests know, maybe she doesn’t care whether her hubby knows or not. Oh! And it could be even worse … she might even want him to know!” added the other woman trying to look shocked.

Your wife told you in a soft and caring tone, “Honey, why don’t you pick up a pillow and kneel close to me. I would like so much that you held my hands while he takes me; it would be so beautiful hearing you say that you’ll always love me as I come and come and come.”

her resistance was only for show

An excerpt from 'The Glamour Shoot'

Written by myself - a short story based on real events.

Lisa wrapped her arms around me and squeezed as she looked up at the tiny images on the contact sheets. My heart raced as my imagination ran riot, images of her with Jason up to all sorts of wickedness flashed though my head, it was impossible not to think about it. I was mesmerised by the arousal and excitement, the tinge of jealousy, the shame and this unexplainable, crazy feeling of guilt for having spied on them when they were just hanging out. Pressed close behind me, I could feel her heady, irresistible warmth. I was powerless, the hardest part was admitting to myself that I loved those thoughts as I checked the images. “Surely she could feel my heartbeat?” I thought to myself. That internal monologue was halted mid flow when she asked, “What are you so excited about?” Momentarily flummoxed, “Errr...nothing,” I offered trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. “Oh yeah?” she quipped disbelievingly, “I can feel your heartbeat...and what’s this then?” She squeezed my cock which had been stood to attention ever since she had stepped out of the darkroom. “Ooooohhh,” she breathed in a hushed tone right next to my ear, “have you been thinking about me and Jason in all those sexy poses?” I held my breath, then, “Yes” I exhaled. “That’s very sexy” she whispered, her breath on my ear sent an AMSR shiver rippling through me. “Let’s see how bad it is then”. She pulled on my arm, gesturing me to turn and face her in my crimson shame.

“Look at you!” She said as she regarded the tent in my pants, “go on then - show me!” she instructed, it was reminiscent of a ‘behind the bikesheds’ moment from my youth. I hesitated, “What, in here?” “Yes!” she hissed insistently, with a broad wicked grin. How could a I refuse the dare. I capitulated, she deftly undid my pants and let them fall to the floor amd pulled my briefs down over my straining erection. There was no hiding my arousal, my cock had been crying tears of pre-cum for the best part of an hour. “Oh my word” she said in a breathy voice “it’s really bad isn’t it?” as she gently grasped my cock slowly caressing and squeezing me. “I was right” she smiled, vindicated. “You love the thought of me being naughty with Jason don’t you?” “Oh God,” I moaned in defeat, the unexpected intense eroticism of it was heavy and consuming. I leaned against against the counter taking some of the weight off my now shaking legs. She looked me right in the eye with a lecherous whisper promised, “I haven’t finished with you yet!” She placed a hand just under my ear, stroking my neck with her fingertips as she slowly stroked my cock the other hand. “You would love me to be naughty with Jason, wouldn’t you?” she teased. I sighed, defeated, leaning more heavily against the counter. That wasn’t the reply she was looking for, she stopped and squeezed my cock. She wanted an admission. I could barely take this any more. I swallowed my pride and looking down at the floor I whispered, “yes.” Lisa giggled, “What was that? She asked pretending to not hear me. I looked up at her, this time with voice,“Yes”. Her eyes widened with delight. “Ah!” She replied in a sarcastic tone, a wicked smile spread across her face. “What would you like to see us do?” she asked tantalizingly. “I dunno,” I replied. “I think you know perfectly well,” she declared, “do I have to make you say it?” “No” I offered cautiously, “...Kissing?” “So kissing, you would like to see him kiss me?” “Yeah” I nodded and she went a little faster. “What about a French kiss?” “Yes” I nodded again. She leaned forward and planted her lips on mine, hot and wet, probing with her tongue, twirling it round mine before breaking away. “Would that turn him on do you think?” She asked. “Oh definitely!” I replied. “What if he started to feel me and squeeze my breasts would you like that?” She asked.

“Yes.” “Should I feel him too? Should I feel his cock and make him hard? “Yes,” I gulped. “What if I took my top off?” “A ha.” “And all the rest of my clothes?” “Yes,”

“And if I take his modesty sock off and let him press his cock against me, is that the kind of thing you would like?” “Oh yes,” I breathed. “What if I played with his cock like this?” She deftly stroked me the same way I saw her play with him earlier. “Oh, oh yes,” I gasped “You know he’s got a really big one?” she teased. “Has he?” “Oh yes, It’s really big,” she taunted “I bet you would love to see me playing like I did in the nightclubs, wouldn’t you?” “oh yes...oh,” I replied. “Do you think I should I make him come?” “Yes...please” “No, not you silly, Jason, should I make Jason come?” “Oh fuck yes!” “A sexy slow hand job, but where should he come? On my tummy or my tits?” she offered. “Oh, over you, on your tits” I gasped “Wouldn’t that be a bit of a waste?” She asked. “What do you mean?” “Well what if he got so excited he couldn’t resist and wanted to fuck me, wouldn’t that be better?” She suggested.

“Oh God, oh yes!” “What if I was so excited that I wanted him to fuck me, would you like that?” She said “Would you want to?” I asked. “Ooh yes... nearly as much as you want him to.” she teased. “What if I actually want him to take his beautiful hard cock and push it right inside me, would you like him to do that?” “Oh god yes.” I gasped “Well I could use my pussy to make him come, that would be less wasteful and far sexier?” she taunted. “Oh yeah.” I groaned “I knew it” she said. “You’re soooo kinky, You would love to watch me drive wild him and let him fuck me wouldn't you”. I could only moan “yes” in response. I could feel a warm blooming sensation spreading from my groin. “What if..” she slowed, “What if what?” I asked slightly exasperated. She squeezed me and started stroking again. “What if...I told you...while you were in here working...” “what...what?” I begged “Well...when I was alone with him in the studio I seduced him, I turned him on so much...he picked me up and carried me to that bed and just like that he laid me down, climbed on top of me, all naked and hard. It made me so wet I just couldn’t resist. I abandoned myself to him and he pushed that beautiful hard cock right into me. We fucked till I nearly fainted and then he came in me, loads and loads of hot sticky come!” That pushed me over the edge. I came so hard my knees buckled as I shot spurts of cum over her hand and onto the floor. Lisa giggled as she slowed to a stop. “ I considered her with a sheepish grin as my composure slowly returned. “I’m glad you liked that!” she beamed.