I could hear soft moans from our bedroom and for a split second thought that Lizzy might very well have company, of the intimate kind. I cautiously opened the door a tad to see my delicious younger wife alone and on her back in the buff. Her slender pins were wide open, her eyes were closed, and her lips were parted seductively.
The afternoon sun filtered througha the net curtains and shady stripes made her slim body seem to be two-toned. I could see her pussy was damp, and a slight oozing crept down the split between her nether cheeks. I had trouble getting it up these days but for some odd reason, I always felt aroused watching Lizzy masturbate or make out with others. I was her number-one fan. Instinctively my hand went to my groin as my dick began to twitch in my pants.
Lizzy rolled her hips in a semblance of being fucked as I presumed she was imagining a man lying on top of her grinding in and out of the insatiable minx. With both hands, she rubbed her tits together and the nipples stood out in relief. Her stomach muscles clenched as she rotated her pelvis and fucked air. The hot summer sun was making her sweat slightly and I saw that the insides of her thighs were dappled with tiny spots.
That was when she reached out and I saw that she had her favourite vibrator by her side. She switched it on and it immediately began to emit a soft buzzing noise. She bit her lower lip as she eased the six-inch toy into her wet slit. It nestled nicely inside her cunt and the muted sound of its vibrations made Lizzy groan louder.
She twisted and writhed on her back and her excitement mounted as she screwed herself faster. Her legs came up and her knees went beside her ears. The vibe was clutched in both hands now as she seemed close to orgasm. Her bottom lifted and met the toy as she thrashed on the bed. Her feet kicked high up to get that extra thrill and she came in a series of grunts and violent jerks.
"That was fucking erotic," I said as I entered the room.
Lizzy came out of her daze and saw that I had my boner in my fist and was wanking off frantically. She drew her legs open and raised her arms in invitation. I dropped my trousers and fell on top of my leggy wife and screwed her hard into the bed, coming inside her within two minutes.
x
It was a strange kind of arrangement, even from the beginning. Having discovered my insatiable younger wife had found sexual solace elsewhere, I had given Lizzy carte blanche to take lovers into her bed just so long as I was involved in some way. I consider myself to be an affectionate and considerate husband but now failed miserably to satisfy Lizzy's rather pronounced carnal demands. To be honest, I had found I conquered my impotency and would become extremely stimulated when watching my voracious other half indulge herself.
It was a surprise to me when Lizzy suggested we have our picture taken by a professional photographer to put on invitation cards for our upcoming third-anniversary party. She surprised me even further when she informed me that she had a particular chap already booked. I narrowed my eyes as one or two suspicious thoughts entered my head.
"His name is Bill, and he comes with glowing reports from Sam who has had him before."
Sam. Or, Samantha. Lady Darlington. An insatiable minx who I think had a revolving door in her bedroom. Despite there being a LORD Darlington.
"Right. Had him how exactly. In a studio? Or in a bed?"
"Oh, Charles. Really. She doesn't spend all of her time on her back."
"No? She's had more pricks than a pin cushion. When she pops off this mortal coil she'll be buried in a 'Y' shaped coffin."
"How cruel. She likes you. Anyway, we sit for the portraits a week on Tuesday."
x
After much discussion, we duly turned up on the day together. The receptionist of the five-story building directed us to the top floor and told us the photographic studio was at the end of the landing. We ventured inside the brightly lit room and I had to blink from the vivid white walls and ceiling. Lizzy was all big fringe, sensual looking, and possessing that desirable sexual magnetism.
Bill emerged from another part of the studio and rolled his shoulders up around his neck as he stretched. Had he been napping? He was powerfully built with prominent muscles and looked to be in his twenties. He had black hair that coiled at the nape of his neck. And his skin was as black as midnight. I turned to Lizzy to see that her eyes were filled with lust for the hunk. I guessed that Sam must have sent her pictures of the guy by text to give her an idea of what to expect. Lizzy mentally undressed him as she sized him up.
In her usual elegant manner, my stunning had chosen to wear a silk blouse in blue that was crisp and form-fitting. The shirt had been delightfully designed to show off her cleavage. Of the six white buttons she had three closed from the waist up and the top three open. Her necklace was the one that I gave her for her last birthday which was a string of pearls. To go with the shirt was a white skirt that tightly cinched her already slim waist and wrapped snugly around her rounded buns. With a high hem that showed off her shapely legs, she looked like the real Lady that she was with her hair piled up on her head.
"Lord and Lady Windermere. This is great. I'm going to give you just what you want."
I checked out the rather amateurish studio with the requisite lighting equipment, camera accessories, and props. Two white sofas were at right angles to each other and a white rug was covering the wooden floor. Lizzy and I sat separately on the sofas and Bill immediately sat next to my wife.
"So, I'm going to take a few demo shots of the pair of you and then show them to you. Then, we can decide how to approach things."
"Sounds wonderful, Bill."
"Can I just say how amazing you look in that top and skirt?"
That made Lizzy feel good and she squeezed his chunky thigh in gratitude.
"Thank you, I hope the colours work."
"It'll work," said he as he got up and fixed a light and fiddled with an SLR on a tripod. "I thought we could start with some pictures of you sitting and then standing arm in arm."
I joined Lizzy and Bill began snapping away, pausing to check the results, before moving to another angle.
"Stay relaxed and look into each other's eyes."
I narrowed my eyes as I thought that Bill was taking numerous shots of Lizzy only. And especially of her bosom in the silk blouse.
"Fantastic," he said when he'd finally finished. "Lizzy, you photograph really well. The camera loves you, you're a natural."
"You hear that, Charles? I enjoyed that."
"You were like a proper model," I said honestly, "You seemed to really get into it."
"He put me at ease," she said as she watched him load up another camera and fit a filter over the lens.
"Right. Now I'll have you standing side by side in front of the white backdrop."
Lizzy and I linked arms as he shot off a load of pictures in the space of five minutes.
"Hi, Bill. Hope I'm not too early."
My jaw nearly hit the floor when a sleek black girl waltzed into the studio and plonked herself down onto one of the two sofas. A model, the twenty-something was stunning and I could not take my eyes off the ebony beauty in front of us. She was wearing a sheer dress which did little to hide her dark body that lay beneath. Her tits were unfettered and her erect nipples were visible through the flimsy material. The hem at the bottom of her dress covered just enough of her pussy mound to leave something to the imagination as she sat opposite Lizzy and I.
"Oh, Latrice. Shit, I wasn't expecting you for another hour, hon."
"Well, sorry to be a pain, but I got stuff to do, feel me?"
"What about Stephanie? We were supposed to have her too."
"You know Stef. She's always late, the bitch."
Bill turned to me and spread his hands in apology.
"We're going to take some erotic pictures today, but I had planned this for later."
Lizzy did not look at me but just squeezed my knee. I saw that gleam in her eye and nodded.
"We have time, go ahead and shoot Latrice. We can wait. It might be fun to watch."
Bill shrugged and pointed to the black girl.
"OK, let's take some pictures."
