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.
Nancy was still sitting as demurely as her short skirt and low necked sweater allowed. "He doesn't care. I think he even likes the idea of me fooling around a little. Sometimes I don't tell him quite everything that goes on, though."
"Like what?" asked Arnie.
"Well, he doesn't know how much I get into it when I pose. He doesn't know that sometimes I have actual orgasms with guys, for example. He thinks it's all business with me."
The guys seemed stunned again. Finally, Arnie said, "That's cool." He leaned forward and picked up the digital camera. "I think this is almost like mine," he said. "So I'll be the photographer for now, if that's OK."
Nancy stood up and walked over to the television set by the front window and turned it on with the remote. "I think I'll find a music channel for atmosphere. I was listening to a blues channel earlier today."
She found the channel immediately. The piece playing was something old. Lightning Hopkins, maybe. It was surprisingly raunchy, about some old guy trying to seduce a school girl. It probably wouldn't have even gotten recorded today. She turned the volume down fairly low.
Then she rejoined her new friends. "I guess we should start," she said. "Most photographers like shots of me undressing. Should we start with those? And don't worry about the number of exposures. There are over a hundred left on the card."
"Sure," said Artie, trying to sound totally cool. He and his two companions were now standing up for some reason.
"Maybe we can work at this end of the room," she said, standing up and indicating an area near my cabinet. She walked toward me and switched on the table lamp near my viewing place. All I could see of her, since she was standing by the chair in front of me, were her bare legs as far up as the hem of her skirt. Looking past her, I watched the three guys giving her their undivided attention.
"Could you sit down in that chair for a minute?" asked Arnie. "I'd like to get some practice shots."
Nancy did as she was asked. From my vantage point all I could see at first was the backs of her lower legs and, just to the right of the captain's chair, Arnie kneeling about six feet in front of her pointing the camera at her. Sid and Jimmy stood just behind him. Then my wife's right leg disappeared. She must have crossed it over her left leg. As the flash went off several times, I wondered how much thigh she was showing the guys.
Arnie carried the camera over to Nancy to show her the picture. She told him it looked good to her, that he seemed to know what he was doing. Then she got off the chair and sat down on the blanket a few feet in front of it. "Maybe you could start by shooting me from over there," she said, pointing to an area to the left of me. "That way you're not in the way of the main light source, the floor lamp."
But Arnie had another idea. He walked over to Nancy and stood next to where she sat. "First, let me get a few shot from above you, maybe shooting down your front. That sweater shows quite a lot. Could you lean forward even more and, you know, sort of help it fall open?"
