Boudoir Cuckold
I was eager to surprise my wife Lori with the boudoir photoshoot package I purchased for our anniversary. After twelve years of marriage things were becoming a bit stale in the bedroom and I thought it would spice things up. When I presented the package of details to Lori she jumped up and down with excitement. On the day of the shoot she got up early, showered, fretted over whether or not to wear makeup, and left the house with a happy bounce in her step.
It was almost an hour later before I heard from her. When my phone dinged to let me know I'd received a message I scooped it up eager to hear how things were going. There was a photo from Lori along with her messages. My wife was lounging back on a plush couch wearing a sheer pink nightie with only a pink bra and pink thong under it. Other than her wedding ring a necklace, her outfit was a pair of pink heels. With one of her legs bent the photo showed off most of her body as she smiled at the camera.
After staring at her photo, my dick getting hard, I read her messages...
> Oh my God, Honey!
> Thank you so much for my surprise.
> This is going to be so much fun.
> I just have this feeling, like this will be an amazing day.
Smiling happily I responded...
> I'm glad you like it.
> Hopefully everything and everyone is very professional.
> The website made it seem like they are.
It took a few minutes before she messaged again...
> The photographer, Sam, is very nice.
> When you scheduled this and paid for it, did you know that Sam was a man?
I stopped and read the message again before answering...
> Oh, no, I didn't know that Sam was a man.
> I figured the photographer would be a woman.
> You know, to take photos of a woman.
> Does it bother you? Do you want to reschedule?
Another few minutes passed before my wife responded...
> No. It doesn't bother me.
> I'm just surprised that you're okay with another man seeing me like this.
My feelings about it weren't clear, but thinking about it did make me uneasy. As long as Lori was happy though I was determined to be okay with it. Worried that maybe she was searching for an excuse to back out though, I texted...
> What do you mean by 'seeing you like this'?
Lori's response was immediate...
> Wearing revealing lingerie.
> My legs out on display.
> And of course wearing these "fuck me" heels.
I hadn't realized how sultry her outfit really was the first time I looked at the photo. Staring at it again I saw what she meant by the heels being rather suggestive. As my dick swelled in my pants I said...
> Honey, you're making me hard.
> If all of your photos come out looking this good, it's worth it.
> Besides, these people are professionals.
> I'm sure they've seen it all before.
Keeping my eyes on the photo I struggled to keep my hand off my dick. Then Lori responded...
> I love that I'm making you hard.
> And you're right. I'm sure that Sam is a professional.
> So nothing to worry about.
The longer I stared at the photo the harder my dick got. Finally I couldn't resist any longer and unzipped my pants. As I softly teased my erection I grabbed a wad of tissues to catch my inevitable load. That was when I had a wicked thought. If the photographer, Sam, was a man then perhaps my wife could tease him as well. Somehow the idea of Lori getting another man hard thrilled me and I had to release my dick to avoid cumming immediately.
Carefully I sent a message to my wife...
> Know what would be really hot?
> What if you teased the photographer?
> Get him as hard as you've made me?
It was a few minutes before Lori responded...
> Really?
> You want me to tease Sam?
> I mean... I will if you actually mean it.
> But be careful what you wish for.
My dick throbbed in response to Lori being open to the idea. Teasing my dick with just my finger and thumb I said...
> Yes. I actually want you to do it.
> Really. Go ahead and tease him.
A ding from my phone indicated the arrival of a new photo. I held still, letting my cock rest between my fingers, as I opened the photo and looked at it. It showed Lori kneeling in a chair, facing away from the camera. She was looking over her shoulder with a huge smile, her dimples as deep as I'd seen them. With her leg hand she was lifting her lingerie, showing off all of her leg up to her barely covered ass.
Then Lori's messages arrived...
> How about this?
> Is this what you had in mind?
> Pushing my ass out, lifting the lingerie.
> Is this what you want?
The throbbing of my dick was noticeable even though my fingers barely touched my shaft. I felt on the verge of cumming and my head swam. My imagination went rampant, barraging me with images of Lori in dozens of poses while smiling for the camera and wearing very little. Setting my phone on the counter, I typed out my response as quickly as I could with one finger...
> Yes. That's what I was imagining.
> You've got my dick so hard.
> I'm aching for release.
Another photo dinged into my phone. This one was Lori standing in front of the couch she'd been lounging on before. She was turned away from the camera, bent forward so her upper body was mostly blocked by her ass. Her legs were crossed, looking amazingly long and athletic in the heels. The nightie had ridden up so most of her ass was exposed, the pink thong the only thing preventing the camera from seeing her pussy.
Next her messages loaded...
> Look at this, is this how you want me to tease Sam?
> I feel exposed.
> This lingerie isn't really concealing much anyway.
> It's thrilling though, giving Sam a peek and knowing that I'm making you hard.
My imagination went into overdrive and I picture myself standing behind Lori, sliding my hard dick into her pussy while she wore those heels, bent over the couch, and someone took photos as we fucked. Though I wasn't ready to cum, my body disagreed, and even though my dick was held lightly between my fingers it started spasming. Panicked I dropped my phone and snatched up the tissues, doing my best to contain my orgasm and prevent making a mess.
Once I'd finished cumming my head rolled with vertigo. The strength of my orgasm had surprised me. With a pleased chuckle I tossed the tissues in the bin and picked up my phone. As I walked to the living room, intent on sitting on the couch and watching the game, I sent Lori a message...
> I hope you're enjoying the day, because I just did.
> Just had the hardest cum of my life.
> Looking at your photos got me so hot.
> It was really surprising.
Less than a minute later Lori said...
> Well surprise, Honey!
> Sam liked my teasing so much that he stripped naked to tease me.
> So now I'm posing while looking at his...
> surprisingly large dick and trying not to smile too much.
I had just settled into the couch and turned the game on, but froze reading her messages. A bit worried I said...
> It was just supposed to be you teasing him.
> I think him getting naked, to tease you, isn't professional at all.
> You should have him get dressed.
A photo showed up. This time Lori was sitting on the couch, facing the camera, with her legs pressed together at the knees but angled so the camera could almost see her thong. She was smiling and pretending to peek over non-existent glasses at Sam as eh stood next to her. Sam was also facing the camera, naked, with his dark muscular body fully on display including the thick cock hanging in front of him that was half the size of Lori's forearm even though he was soft.
Then Lori's messages arrived...
> You wanted me to tease him.
> So I did.
> What's the matter? Don't you like this photo?
My eyes wouldn't focus on Lori, instead drawn to the massive black dick hanging near her. With shaking hands and a sinking feeling in my stomach, I said...
> No, that's not the kind of photo I want to see.
> I want to see you, not him.
> That's what I paid for.
The minutes ticked by without a response. I sat nervously staring at my phone. After nearly fifteen minutes Lori finally responded...
> Well Honey, how about this photo?
It took another minute for the photo to arrive. This photo was black and white, unlike the others before. Lori was lying on a bed, away from the camera, one leg playfully in the air. The angle left most of her ass exposed to the camera, and I wasn't able to determine if she was still wearing the pink thong. On the far side of the bed stood Sam, turned sideways so his half-hard dick hung toward Lori's face.
Taking a deep breath to calm my shaking hands, I sent some of the questions swirling around my head...
> Where is your thong?
> Is Sam still naked?
> Is he getting hard?
> Why is he getting hard?
Lori's response arrived a minute later...
> Yes, he's still naked.
> I don't know where my panties are. Around here somewhere.
> I suspect he's getting hard for the same reason you are...
> because he's looking at me.
I quickly said...
> I just came, I'm not hard anymore.
> Is this photo supposed to be black and white?
