Sid Enjoys My Wife's Nipples
I let myself in and left the key under the front door mat for Nancy. Then I turned on the porch light (something her mother, if she'd really been here, would've done while waiting for her errant daughter). Next I switched on a table lamp in the living room but left the rest of the house dark.
I pulled a captain's chair over near the cabinet area I'd prepared as a viewing chamber, setting it slightly to the side of my viewing gap in case someone sat in it. I didn't want legs blocking my view. At the same time, the chair blocked easy access to the cabinet in the unlikely event someone felt like nosing around.
Then, figuring that more light in the area where my darling wife said she'd perform would make for a better photographic and voyeuristic experience, I moved a floor lamp over next to the captain's chair.
Next I removed all my clothes from the waist down (no need for them where I'd be) and put them in the library/computer room. I sat down on one of two couches in the darkened room to wait. After a few minutes, though, it occurred to me to go into the kitchen to get paper towels for jerking off on when things got exciting and a large glass to piss in if the session took longer than expected. I placed these items inside the cabinet. Be prepared; that's my motto from Boy Scout days.
I had about a twenty-minute wait, much of which I spent pacing around the living room because I was too filled with anticipation to remain sitting, before I saw a small car pull up out front. Peering through the Venetian blinds of the front window, I watched the good-looking guy, Sid, climb quickly out of the back seat and open the front passenger door for Nancy. She appeared to be having trouble climbing out of the low seat, and her legs fell wide open and remain that way for a full three or four seconds. Even from my vantage point some forty feet away, I could see all the way up her beautiful bare thighs to her crotch. Finally, Sid reached down and pulled her to her feet. Artie (the redheaded guy) and Jimmy (the nerd whose car they came in) had walked quickly around the car but just missed out on my wife's "accidental" display of crotch.
As the four of them walked toward the house, I quickly climbed into the cabinet, pulled the sliding door almost shut, and lay down on the comforter I'd put there. As I listened to the key turning in the front lock, and Nancy's laughing voice as she entered with her new friends, I reached down and felt my cock. Already, though almost nothing had happened, it was almost fully erect.
Nancy entered first, followed quickly by the three guys. Artie had a bottle of vodka in his hand. Nancy immediately turned on the overhead light, a chandelier, before turning on a second floor lamp standing by one of the two couches. There was already quite a lot of light in the room, even without the other floor lamp I'd placed near my viewing space.
"Make yourselves comfortable while I go upstairs and get the camera," said Nancy. "Also, I need to redo my makeup and check on my mother. You guys can go in the kitchen and get glasses. There's a pitcher of orange juice in the fridge and you can get ice cubes out of the gizmo on the front, I think." At that, she tossed her light jacket on a small table near the front door and started up the stairs. I watched Jimmy move stealthily next to the staircase as Nancy began her ascent. He had to be getting a nice view of thigh and ass, a sort of appetizer, I guess.
Sid laughed. "Did you get a good look up her skirt just then, Jimmy?" He asked this in a sort of stage whisper.
Jimmy blushed: "As a matter of fact I did," he said in a low confidential voice. "And guess what. I could see the bare cheeks of her ass. I'm pretty sure she's not even wearing panties."
Sid laughed again. "Yes, she is. I got to see them when she got out of the car. They're really tiny and sort of wedged in her pussy. You could actually see her pussy hair. If her ass looked bare, she must be wearing some kind of thong."
Then the three guys disappeared from my view into the kitchen, and I heard them getting glasses from a cupboard and the ingredients for screwdrivers. Minutes later they emerged from the kitchen, each with a drink in his hand. "It's sort of weird with her mom being up there, isn't it," said Artie. "What if she comes downstairs while we're taking photos?" Artie's voice was a little too loud. He seemed, so far, the drunkest of the three.
Sid shushed him and said, again in a low voice: "That's not our problem. She's agreed to do it. Besides, she said on the way over here she'd get naked but there's no way she's going to fuck us. Remember, she said she only fucks some lucky son-of-a-bitch she's engaged to."
They talked together about other subjects for a few minutes before Artie returned to a more interesting subject: "Remember she said she poses with guys? What do you think she does with them?"
"I guess we'll have to ask her," said Sid.
Just then they noticed Nancy had reached the bottom of the stairs. She had removed her shoes (that's why they hadn't heard her come down) and carried our digital camera in her hand. She had a blanket draped over one arm. Even from across the room, I could see that she'd put on more makeup, especially around her eyes. And her lipstick was brighter red and shinier than before. She looked gorgeous.
"Ask me what?"
As she sat down on the carpet in front of her guests (covering, in a false show of modesty, as much of her legs as she could with her short skirt), Sid answered her: "Artie was wondering exactly what you do in the photo shoots, especially when you, uh, pose with guys."
Nancy did her best to blush. "Well," she said, "I never go all the way with them, even though the photographers and the male models are always trying to talk me into it. As I said earlier, they're mostly nude shoots, and when I'm posing with a guy, usually we get into some foreplay. The male models sometimes do oral on me but I don't do full oral with them."
"What's 'full oral'?" asked Jimmy. His voice cracked, and I wondered again how old he was. I wondered if he might be some kind of boy genius who'd entered college at age fifteen.
"That means I won't take guys' penises inside my mouth. Also, I don't take their penises all the way inside my vagina. It's OK if the ends of their penises touch my vagina, but I don't let them penetrate me."
Despite the beers they'd had at the bar and the screwdrivers they were drinking now, they seemed momentarily stunned. Maybe they weren't ready for my wife to speak so plainly.
"How does your boyfriend feel about you doing this kind of modeling," asked Arnie after almost thirty seconds of silence.
