Aaron had been wanting to get an SLR Digital camera for a long time, but kept putting off the purchase. His excuses were always the same. Not enough memory. Too few features. Too expensive. Personally, I think he was just too cheap to part with the cash, but that's another story. Anyhow, when his favorite camera store announced that it was moving to larger quarters across town, and that 'Rather than move it, we're practically giving it away ' he couldn't pass up the deal.
At any rate, a couple years back (during one of my weaker moments) I agreed that if Aaron ever got his fancy-ass camera that I would pose nude for him. Did I also agree to let him post any of the pictures on the net? Yo have GOT to be kidding! Although I am a bit adventuresome, and quite proud of my forty-six-year-old body, I'm not quite adventuresome enough (nor proud enough) to let the whole world know what I look like in my birthday suit.
The day of my 'photo shoot' Aaron was like a kid with a new toy; and I, like the biggest diva there ever was. We were both excited about the prospect of his taking that one in a million shot that would land me on the cover of Playboy (or at least be good enough to post); and the idea of me spending the entire day in my birthday suit with his undivided attention; focused, on my every move had us both going pretty good as well As for the types of pix allowed; full-body shots were fine; close-ups of my pussy, nipples, butt hole were okay too, so long as he didn't abuse the privilege; and shots of me masturbating (which I did just moments after this shot was taken) were on the list as well. What was off limits? Not much. And locations? Just so long as nobody saw and I didn't get arrested, I didn't care
Did I have fun? Dumb question
You know, it's kind of funny. A couple years back, I read an interview in a celebrity-type magazine, where this actress known for the sexy roles she played said that she hated to do love scenes, because with cast and crew standing around (watching) it was anything but a turn-on. Well, speaking for myself, I don't know if it was because the man I love was taking the pictures (with no one else around) or what, but by the time Aaron snapped the last, I was so hot and bothered that all I wanted to do was get fucked; and fucked good
"Sam and Becky are having a party tonight," Aaron said, as we returned home, "and we need to make an appearance."
My nipples were hard and my pussy aching.
"A quick fuck first?" I pleaded.
Aaron slipped his hands inside the robe that had been the only, finery I'd worn all day and ran his hands over my desirous flesh. A deep, probing kiss. "No."
"Please? "
"No. Now get dressed. Heels; stockings; short skirt. No panties Silk blouse. No bra "
My heart was racing. I wasn't sure what he had in mind, but I was sure that I would be ready to take care of anything that (ahem) came up.
"Who's going to be there?" I asked as I dressed.
"People."
"Like who?"
"Sam. Becky. It doesn't matter. We won't be there that long."
My heart leapt as my imagination ran wild.
"Ready?" Aaron asked.
I opened the top two buttons of my blouse and checked my look. "Ready."
Aaron took my hand and lead me down the stairs and out into the cool night air. My nipples reacted immediately. He pinned me against the house, opened the next two buttons of my blouse and completely exposed my breasts. He kissed, licked and sucked my nipples. His hand moved beneath my skirt and caressed my pussy. I drew several quick breaths.
He re-buttoned my blouse and smoothed my skirt. "Let's get going. We have a party to attend."
More frustrated than before, I almost ran the last half block to Becky's place. "How long do we have to stay?" I asked as we stepped up onto the porch. "I'll let you know."
I reached out and rang the bell. Becky answered, wearing a navy, halter-top dress that barely contained her breasts in front; somehow managed to cover her butt in back; and did a fabulous job of showing off her legs through a waist-high slit that ran up the side. High-heeled sandals completed her oh-so sexy look.
Aaron raped her with his eyes. As did I with mine. "You look incredible " I said.
"Thanks. Sam picked it out . . . made me wear it." Becky said.
"Made you wear it?" I said.
"Long story. Let's just say if he hadn't pushed the issue I'd be wearing jeans and a sweat shirt."
Aaron cupped my rear and squeezed. "I'm glad he forced the issue." he said, "You look good enough to fuck right here on the front porch "
Becky's face, breasts and so forth turned the brightest shade of red. I jumped, as Aaron's middle finger traced the cleft between my butt cheeks, catching my skirt in a most unflattering way.
"Won't you, cum in?" Becky said.
Aaron pulled my skirt from my crack, patted my butt. "Meet me in Becky's office in five minutes." he whispered.
"Why?" I asked stupidly, "Never mind. I can't wait that long " I whispered back.
"Tough "
Once inside, my initial reaction was to make a beeline for the converted laundry room and amuse myself as best I could until Aaron arrived, but decided that would be a bit too obvious. Instead, I decided to mingle a bit, and try to take my mind off the heat that was building between my legs.
Fortunately, the time passed quickly. When the moment arrived, I casually made my way to the office, where Aaron waited. "Put your hands on the desk, and spread 'em." he said.
Not wishing to waste a single second, I did as he asked, and waited as he lifted my skirt above my waist. The sound of his zipper heading south told me what was about to cum and that I wouldn't have to wait long. Within seconds, his gorgeous cock was savaging my pussy.
To my pleasure/ dismay, he was all business. His hands held my hips tightly. With each furious stroke, he pulled me back to meet him. His full length filled me again and again. My breasts swung wildly inside my blouse. The silk kissed my nipples with each sway. I could feel my orgasm building as his pace quickened. I was nearing the edge when the first jet of his hot cum struck the back of my pussy. The second. The third. He pulled from me and wiped his sticky cock on my butt, then pulled my skirt back down. I spun around and glared at him. "What about me? " I demanded. "I didn't cum "
Aaron pressed his thumbs against my nipples and massaged them roughly. "You'll just have to wait a little longer." he said, then opened the door and pushed me back to the party.
To say that I was hotter than a bitch in heat (a bit redundant, but you get the point) would have been the understatement of the century How I had allowed myself to get in such a state was a mystery. Well, maybe not.
I tried my best to endure.
"Chris? Can I see you in my bedroom for a minute?" Becky asked.
I glanced at my watch to check the time. A little less than eight minutes had passed since my darling, mother-fucker-of-a-husband had used my aching pussy for his pleasure and his pleasure alone. "Sure." I replied.
Becky lead the way down the hall to her exquisite master suite. We stepped inside and she closed then locked the door.
"Take off your clothes." she said.
