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My husband and I have an open relationship. We don’t often play with other people when we’re together – I have my boys and he has his girl, but he’s in this photography club and he’s had me model for them. Having sex with a guy model, Larry.
Dave asked me if I’d model for his camera club again.
The wives are supposed to take it in turns, but while a lot have modeled naked with Larry, it seemed I was the first to actually fuck him.
“I thought I wouldn’t have to do that for a while longer yet?”
“Well,” he said, “it seems that the next few girls didn’t want to have sex in front of a crowd. Hell, the last one didn’t want to have sex with Larry, as apparently he’s got a big dick. She just jerked him off. They’re talking about getting a smaller model, if you’d prefer.”
“I’d still like a good go at Larry,” I said. “What scene did they want me to do?”
“Don’t know which set they have in mind, but they liked your business suit from last time.”
“And,” I said, “just so I’m clear this time, I am expected to have sex with him?”
Last time I’d ended up having sex with Larry even though afterwards it seemed this wasn’t expected. In my defense, nobody stopped me.
“Yes,” he said, grinning, “you are expected to have sex with him.”
“OK, I’ll do it,” I told him, leaving him to set it up.
On the day I got myself all ready. AFter showering and shaving, I dressed in a sexy thong and bra, a mid thigh length mini skirt and a blouse. I wore the boots they all seemed to like so much last time.
Dave drove, and it didn’t take too long before we were there, which is nice as I was getting nervous.
We entered the warehouse the same way as before, and when we wandered towards the light, I could see they’d chosen a hotel room set, with a bed. The difference was this one was at the end of a row, so it was open on two sides – the side of the bed, and the foot of the bed.
Everybody was already set up, standing around and talking. Counting, there were thirteen guys this time, not including Dave or Larry, who was smiling broadly as he came to greet me. I noticed that there was a girl there with them. I wondered if she was one of the photographers or somebody’s wife.
“Hi,” he said, cheerfully. “We meet again. It seems none of the other wives are willing to fuck me on camera yet.”
“Hi Larry,” I said, giving him a hug. “That means I get you all to myself.”
We both smiled at this, and Dave went to join the rest of the photographers.
The ringleader from last time came over us Larry and me.
“I have a few hotel type props if you want them,” he said, leading me to a pile of stuff.
I looked at it all, and selected a carry-on bag and a towel. I left the other stuff, like the mini-bar items, toiletries and robe.
The ringleader went back to the camera group, leaving me with Larry.
“Ideas?” he asked.
“I was thinking I’m a weary traveler,” I said, “and you bring me to the room.”
“OK, but then where does it go?”
“Well, get me checked in, and I’ll call room service. Oh, grab that plate and a divider.”
He handed them to me from the props, and I put the divider on the plate like they do with hotel food when they stack it.
“Is there a tray?”
He unloaded stuff and stood up holding one. I put the plate on it.
“There you go. We’ll wing it from you bringing that.”
He nodded. I already had some ideas on how I was going to do this, I just needed to see what the photographers wanted.
Ringleader dude got everybody’s attention.
“OK, here we go. We have the set for longer tonight, as some you have requested. Now remember Sue’s being a great sport by modeling again so soon, so let’s try and be reasonable with any requests we make of her.”
That didn’t bode well – I was wondering what sort of requests he was anticipating.
“Right, shall we get started?”
Everybody picked up their gear, and I went and folded the towel and put it on the foot of the bed. I went back over to Larry and grabbed the handle of the carry-on bag.
“OK,” I told him, “let’s do this.”
We came in from the side, as if through the door to the room, and Larry waved his hands around as if he was showing me the room.
“There’s a bed, there’s walls, there’s even a fake phone,” he said.
“Thanks,” I said, “it’s all lovely.”
I dropped the bag by the bed, then walked him off the set as if seeing him to the door, then walked back. In front of the bed, I stretched, and bent myself in all directions, just like you do when you’ve got off a long flight. The photographers generally watched, but a few took pictures.
I took my jacket off and draped it over the chair in the corner, then I sat on the end of the bed and unzipped my boots. I pulled them off and put them on the floor by the bag, then pulled my socks off and tucked them into the boots. I massaged my feet for half a minute or so.
Standing again, I unbuttoned my blouse, casually taking it off as if there weren’t sixteen people watching me. I folded it and put it on the back of the kütahya escort chair.
I unhooked my skirt, then unzipped it and slipped it off. It joined my other clothes on the chair.
Matter of factly, I unhooked and took off my bra, and slid my thong down my legs. I put my underwear on the chair too, and walked around the bed to the fake phone.
“I could use a shower,” I said, “but first I’ll order a sandwich.”
I picked up the receiver, waited a second then said “Larry, bring me a sandwich, will you?”
I hung up the phone, and heard Larry say “knock knock” from behind me.
I picked up the towel and wrapped it around myself. It was very short, a lot shorter than my mini-skirt, but I tucked the end in above my tits to hold it in place, and went over to the edge of the set to where Larry was.
We walked back into the room proper, him carrying the tray with the plate on it, and I pointed to the desk in the corner, so he could put it down.
He came back to the foot of the bed, and I said “here, let me give you a tip,” and walked over to the chair where my clothes were.
I bent over, as if I’d be looking through my purse, and let the towel drop off me.
“Oh my,” I said, “how embarrassing,” and covered my tits and pussy as best I could with my hands as I turned to face him.
Larry came towards me, and said “no, really, that’s OK,” and when I bent forward to pick up my towel, he had his foot on it, so I couldn’t pick it up.
I tried to pick it up though, uncovering myself as I bent over to do so.
“Can you do that again with your back to us?” asked one of the photographers.
“What, all of it?”
“Just the bending over,” he replied.
I turned my back to them, and bent over to try and pick up the towel Larry had his foot on. The various pictures were taken, I’m sure.
We went back to where we were, with me naked and Larry standing on my towel. I bent over and pretended to try to pick it up again.
Larry just looked at me as I straightened up, so I side stepped a little and pushed him backwards onto the bed. Well, I pushed him, he stepped back and sat down. I’m not strong enough to push over a guy that big.
I moved closer to him, straddling his legs, and he put his hands on my hips and pulled me in to him. His mouth went to my tits while my hands went to the buttons on his shirt.
I leaned back to pull his shirt up out of his pants, and he finished unbuttoning it as I pushed it off his shoulders.
He freed his arms from his shirt, just leaving it on the bed behind him. I stepped back and pointed at his pants, and he unbuttoned them and lifted his bum, so he could slide them down his legs.
When he was lying on his back, with his pants around his thighs, I took over, pulling them to his knees. He wasn’t wearing underwear this time, which I thought was kind of hot, and I positioned myself towards the wall side of the set and grasped his cock.
I slid my hand up and down his cock as I licked and gently sucked his balls for a minute or so, then I licked my way up his shaft, opening my hand to let my tongue go all the way up, then ran it around the head. Larry reached down and pulled my hair over to my right shoulder, so it was out of the way.
Looking at him, I wiped the head over my cheeks a couple of times, then sucked the head into my mouth. I held on to his cock down by his balls, and tried unsuccessfully to get more into my mouth than I’d managed last time. I had just got to my hand when my teeth hit skin, so I started bobbing my head up and down, licking the whole time.
I held his balls in my hand, and looked at his cock coming almost all the way to the crook of my elbow. Pictures were taken. I went back to sucking him off.
Larry was feeling my right tit, playing with the nipple, and after a few minutes, and after all the photographers had been and taken close ups of his cock stretching my mouth open, he said “uncle.”
I stopped and took my mouth off his cock.
“What?”
“You need to stop now, or I’ll be cumming in your mouth,” he said.
“I’m fine with that,” I said, grinning at him.
“Yeah, but I’m sure they want more,” he said, nodding at the photographers.
I was sure they did too. I turned and looked at them, and they were watching me, expectantly, though their camera lenses.
“So now what?”
“Come up here and sit on my face,” he said.
That I could do. I let go of his enormous cock, and straightened up. I climbed onto the bed, and was about to straddle his face when he said “other way.” Of course, the photographers would want me facing them. I swung my right leg over him, and with his assistance got myself situated, looking out towards them.
I could see them all jostling for position as Larry’s tongue hit my pussy, and I wasn’t shocked that he was good at this, too. I reached up and held my tits, kneading them together as he licked me out, from my clit to my bum.
Some of the photographers, including the woman, came and took pictures from behind manisa escort me, even though they probably couldn’t see much back there.
The ringleader guy asked me to sixty nine Larry, and I asked Larry over my shoulder if that was OK.
“Uh huh,” he said, muffled.
The photographer behind me came out of the shot, and I leaned forward, catching myself on my hands, then lowering myself down towards his cock. I picked it up, then impaled my mouth on it, my tits being squashed into his tummy.
I was gently sucking up and down, holding Larry’s cock at the base again, as a parade of photographers came and went on both sides to take close up pictures from all angles.
I could feel myself getting close to cumming, but I didn’t want to stop sucking this enormous cock, so I just carried on as my orgasm hit me and I rode it out. I could hear Larry softly chuckle to himself behind me.
When I’d calmed down, I straightened up again, lifting my mouth off his cock. The photographers all scurried to the foot of the bed so they could take pictures as I shuffled myself down towards Larry’s feet. When I was straddling his hips, I reached down and guided his cock into my pussy.
It slipped in easily enough, and I gently lowered myself until I felt it hit my cervix. There was still at least an inch not inside me, and I carefully lifted myself up and down, getting in to a rhythm and stopping before it hit my cervix again.
Larry held my hips with his hands, and one of the photographers asked me to lean back. I put my arms behind me, and Larry supported me as I leaned back, bringing my feet around so I was sort of like a crab, with Larry inside me. The photographer came around and took a couple of really close pictures of my pussy stretched around Larry’s cock, and asked me to thrust up and down again.
I lifted myself up until just the head was inside me, then lowered myself again. It was a lot easier to control how deep Larry was going now. I could feel myself getting close to cumming again, and this time when I did, I sighed deeply and fell back against Larry, who caught me and lowered me back onto his chest while I lay there shuddering.
I noticed Larry was gently thrusting in to me the whole time, and he called out that he was going to cum soon, and where did they want it. From last time I knew nobody cared where I wanted him to cum, so I just lay there while they bickered among themselves for a few seconds.
It was quickly decided that he’d cum on my tits. I clambered off him ungracefully, and knelt down at the foot of the bed, sideways on so they could see. Larry shuffled down and joined me, with his pants still around his ankles, and I reached out and grabbed his cock, sliding my hand and my mouth up and down it.
After like maybe a minute of this, he took over jacking his cock, and I held my tits together and up towards him. I looked into his eyes and smiled, and he unloaded over my chest.
“Been a while?” I asked, looking down at an awful lot of cum on me, and he just grinned sheepishly.
Larry backed up a little, and I watched him pull his pants up and step out of the ring of photographers.
“Lick it off,” said one of the photographers, and I held my tits up to my chin so I could lick them a little – not being able to get to most of the cum.
They had me get back on the bed and kneel with my knees apart so they could take pictures of my abused pussy.
Larry brought a cloth over and some took pictures of him cleaning me up. I just sat there like a child needing to have her face wiped clean from eating an ice cream or something, and then he grabbed his shirt and was gone again.
The camera club were talking about what they’d like to have done differently, and I was a little surprised when the girl said she’d wanted to see me deep throat Larry’s cock.
“I can’t,” I said, “it’s too big. Maybe you can show me how?”
She smirked a little at this.
“Well, what about him balls deep in you?”
I shook my head again. “Still too big.”
She looked at Dave.
“Dave, how about you help me out here by posing with your lovely wife?”
“Thanks,” he said, “but I can do that any time. I’d rather take pictures of her to be honest.”
She looked around at the photographers.
“What about you, Bill? You’re single. Are you packing?”
Everybody turned and looked at one guy – he was distinguished looking, maybe in his early fifties.
“I’ve had no complaints,” he said with a grin.
“Can she deep throat you?”
“Don’t I get a say in this?” I asked.
“I’m not able to get here often, and I wanted to see this amazing sex model we have, so would you mind doing a couple of extra poses? Just for me?”
She sounded genuine enough. I shrugged. Bill looked a little nervous though.
“I’m sure Dave doesn’t want me putting my dick in his wife…” he muttered.
Everybody turned and looked at Dave.
“I don’t mind,” he said. “After all, she’s already sucked and fucked Larry.”
Bill was muttering about it, but he came mardin escort over towards me.
“I’ve got an idea,” the girl said. “You’ve come here to meet Bill, but fucked Larry while you were waiting. You can wrap the towel back around yourself, and off we all go.”
She passed me the towel from the floor, and I wrapped it around myself, tucking it in at the front between my tits.
“Make out first,” said somebody behind me.
Bill put his camera on the nightstand, and I walked on my hands and knees towards him on the bed. I was almost naked, and he was fully clothed. When I got close to him, he leaned in as if to kiss me on the forehead, but it had been requested that we’d be making out first. I grabbed his head and kissed him, hard, on the mouth. I know guys get funny about kissing you after seeing you suck somebody else’s cock, so I figured I’d get this over with. It only took a few seconds and he was kissing me back.
He loosened the towel, and it fell to the bed. His hands were immediately all over my tits, squeezing them and pulling on my nipples.
I let go of his head, and he pulled away, immediately starting to unbutton his pants. That was romantic.
He pulled his pants down to thigh height, then grabbed his camera from the nightstand and stood looking at me.
I sighed and bent down. At least his cock wasn’t overly large. I reached out and grabbed it, and leaned my head towards it. I just put it in my mouth, and pushed my face all the way until my nose was on his stomach, and stayed there. Every now and then, I swallowed, to tease him more than anything, and licked his balls.
The other photographers all came up and took pictures.
“Can you lie on your back?” the girl asked.
I pulled my mouth off Bill’s cock, he stepped back a little and I turned to lie down my back. I reached out for Bill, and pulled him towards me by his cock as I adjusted myself, then I ended up with my hands on the back of his legs pulling him all the way into my mouth. I lay there on my back, with my nose up on his balls. I occasionally stuck my tongue out between my chin and his cock as he rocked forward and backwards a few inches.
“Play with her tits,” I heard the girl say.
After a few seconds, where I figured he was putting his camera down, Bill played with my tits.
“Play with your tits.”
Bill’s hands left my tits, and I grabbed them, kneading them together.
“Spread your legs.”
I kept pushing my tits together, and opened my legs.
“Grab her throat.”
I lay there, playing with my tits, and he put his hands around my throat. Gently, not like he was trying to choke me out or anything.
Suddenly I heard him groaning, and I felt his cock throbbing as he came down my throat.
“Well that’s just great,” I heard the girl said.
“I’m sorry,” said Bill, “I couldn’t help myself.”
“OK, now come out of the way, and we’ll need to get somebody to fuck her.”
Bill backed away, popping his cock out of my mouth, and walked around the bed.
The girl turned to the photographers. “Which one of you wants to fuck her next?”
“I have an idea Jane,” Dave said. “How about you?”
“Oh, I couldn’t…” she started.
“Sure you could. She’s there in the hotel to meet her girlfriend, you.”
That seemed to be popular with the crowd. I’m not sure if that was because they didn’t want to be naked in front of their friends, or if they wanted to see Jane naked or if nobody else wanted to fuck me.
Jane gave up fighting. “Fine,” she said, “I guess it’d eventually be my turn to bring a model anyway.”
I picked the towel up and wrapped it around me again.
She went and dropped her camera off with her equipment bag. She walked over to the side where we’d been pretending the door was and said “knock, knock.”
I walked over and reached down as if opening the door.
“Hello sweetie,” I said, “I’ve been waiting for you.”
She “came in,” and I backed up, as we went over towards the bed.
She reached out and pulled me to her, her hands lifting the back of my towel and gripping my bum. I leaned in and kissed her. She slipped her tongue into my mouth and I put my arms around her.
“Your breath smells of cum,” she said as she pushed me backwards, so I sat on the bed.
I looked up at her as she pulled her sweater off over her head and dropped it on the floor.
Her hands went behind her, and she unhooked her bra, exposing her tits as she pulled it off and dropped it.
I focused on her tits… they were nice and perky, with nice nipples.
Her fingers were fiddling with the waistband of her jeans, and she slid them down her legs, exposing plain white bikini panties. I felt a little disappointed for a second, but then remembered that she hadn’t been expecting to undress for me. Us. For us.
She stepped her feet out of her sneakers and slid her jeans the rest of the way down to her feet. She trod them down and off, leaving her in just her panties and socks. She stood one one foot, lifting the other so she could slip her sock off, then did the same with the other one. Last of all she slid her hands down her sides, collecting her panties and taking them down so she could step out of them. She had a neatly trimmed bush, which stood out black against her white bikini area in contrast to her tanned legs and body.