My husband and I have an open relationship. We don't often play with other people when we're together - I have my boys and he has his girl, but he's in this photography club and he's had me model for them. Having sex with a guy model, Larry.
Dave asked me if I'd model for his camera club again.
The wives are supposed to take it in turns, but while a lot have modeled naked with Larry, it seemed I was the first to actually fuck him.
"I thought I wouldn't have to do that for a while longer yet?"
"Well," he said, "it seems that the next few girls didn't want to have sex in front of a crowd. Hell, the last one didn't want to have sex with Larry, as apparently he's got a big dick. She just jerked him off. They're talking about getting a smaller model, if you'd prefer."
"I'd still like a good go at Larry," I said. "What scene did they want me to do?"
"Don't know which set they have in mind, but they liked your business suit from last time."
"And," I said, "just so I'm clear this time, I am expected to have sex with him?"
Last time I'd ended up having sex with Larry even though afterwards it seemed this wasn't expected. In my defense, nobody stopped me.
"Yes," he said, grinning, "you are expected to have sex with him."
"OK, I'll do it," I told him, leaving him to set it up.
On the day I got myself all ready. AFter showering and shaving, I dressed in a sexy thong and bra, a mid thigh length mini skirt and a blouse. I wore the boots they all seemed to like so much last time.
Dave drove, and it didn't take too long before we were there, which is nice as I was getting nervous.
We entered the warehouse the same way as before, and when we wandered towards the light, I could see they'd chosen a hotel room set, with a bed. The difference was this one was at the end of a row, so it was open on two sides - the side of the bed, and the foot of the bed.
Everybody was already set up, standing around and talking. Counting, there were thirteen guys this time, not including Dave or Larry, who was smiling broadly as he came to greet me. I noticed that there was a girl there with them. I wondered if she was one of the photographers or somebody's wife.
"Hi," he said, cheerfully. "We meet again. It seems none of the other wives are willing to fuck me on camera yet."
"Hi Larry," I said, giving him a hug. "That means I get you all to myself."
We both smiled at this, and Dave went to join the rest of the photographers.
The ringleader from last time came over us Larry and me.
"I have a few hotel type props if you want them," he said, leading me to a pile of stuff.
I looked at it all, and selected a carry-on bag and a towel. I left the other stuff, like the mini-bar items, toiletries and robe.
The ringleader went back to the camera group, leaving me with Larry.
"Ideas?" he asked.
"I was thinking I'm a weary traveler," I said, "and you bring me to the room."
"OK, but then where does it go?"
"Well, get me checked in, and I'll call room service. Oh, grab that plate and a divider."
He handed them to me from the props, and I put the divider on the plate like they do with hotel food when they stack it.
"Is there a tray?"
He unloaded stuff and stood up holding one. I put the plate on it.
"There you go. We'll wing it from you bringing that."
He nodded. I already had some ideas on how I was going to do this, I just needed to see what the photographers wanted.
Ringleader dude got everybody's attention.
"OK, here we go. We have the set for longer tonight, as some you have requested. Now remember Sue's being a great sport by modeling again so soon, so let's try and be reasonable with any requests we make of her."
That didn't bode well - I was wondering what sort of requests he was anticipating.
"Right, shall we get started?"
Everybody picked up their gear, and I went and folded the towel and put it on the foot of the bed. I went back over to Larry and grabbed the handle of the carry-on bag.
"OK," I told him, "let's do this."
We came in from the side, as if through the door to the room, and Larry waved his hands around as if he was showing me the room.
"There's a bed, there's walls, there's even a fake phone," he said.
"Thanks," I said, "it's all lovely."
I dropped the bag by the bed, then walked him off the set as if seeing him to the door, then walked back. In front of the bed, I stretched, and bent myself in all directions, just like you do when you've got off a long flight. The photographers generally watched, but a few took pictures.
I took my jacket off and draped it over the chair in the corner, then I sat on the end of the bed and unzipped my boots. I pulled them off and put them on the floor by the bag, then pulled my socks off and tucked them into the boots. I massaged my feet for half a minute or so.
Standing again, I unbuttoned my blouse, casually taking it off as if there weren't sixteen people watching me. I folded it and put it on the back of the chair.
I unhooked my skirt, then unzipped it and slipped it off. It joined my other clothes on the chair.
Matter of factly, I unhooked and took off my bra, and slid my thong down my legs. I put my underwear on the chair too, and walked around the bed to the fake phone.
"I could use a shower," I said, "but first I'll order a sandwich."
I picked up the receiver, waited a second then said "Larry, bring me a sandwich, will you?"
I hung up the phone, and heard Larry say "knock knock" from behind me.
I picked up the towel and wrapped it around myself. It was very short, a lot shorter than my mini-skirt, but I tucked the end in above my tits to hold it in place, and went over to the edge of the set to where Larry was.
We walked back into the room proper, him carrying the tray with the plate on it, and I pointed to the desk in the corner, so he could put it down.
He came back to the foot of the bed, and I said "here, let me give you a tip," and walked over to the chair where my clothes were.
I bent over, as if I'd be looking through my purse, and let the towel drop off me.
"Oh my," I said, "how embarrassing," and covered my tits and pussy as best I could with my hands as I turned to face him.
Larry came towards me, and said "no, really, that's OK," and when I bent forward to pick up my towel, he had his foot on it, so I couldn't pick it up.
I tried to pick it up though, uncovering myself as I bent over to do so.
"Can you do that again with your back to us?" asked one of the photographers.
"What, all of it?"
"Just the bending over," he replied.
I turned my back to them, and bent over to try and pick up the towel Larry had his foot on. The various pictures were taken, I'm sure.
We went back to where we were, with me naked and Larry standing on my towel. I bent over and pretended to try to pick it up again.
Larry just looked at me as I straightened up, so I side stepped a little and pushed him backwards onto the bed. Well, I pushed him, he stepped back and sat down. I'm not strong enough to push over a guy that big.
I moved closer to him, straddling his legs, and he put his hands on my hips and pulled me in to him. His mouth went to my tits while my hands went to the buttons on his shirt.
I leaned back to pull his shirt up out of his pants, and he finished unbuttoning it as I pushed it off his shoulders.
He freed his arms from his shirt, just leaving it on the bed behind him. I stepped back and pointed at his pants, and he unbuttoned them and lifted his bum, so he could slide them down his legs.
When he was lying on his back, with his pants around his thighs, I took over, pulling them to his knees. He wasn't wearing underwear this time, which I thought was kind of hot, and I positioned myself towards the wall side of the set and grasped his cock.
I slid my hand up and down his cock as I licked and gently sucked his balls for a minute or so, then I licked my way up his shaft, opening my hand to let my tongue go all the way up, then ran it around the head. Larry reached down and pulled my hair over to my right shoulder, so it was out of the way.
Looking at him, I wiped the head over my cheeks a couple of times, then sucked the head into my mouth. I held on to his cock down by his balls, and tried unsuccessfully to get more into my mouth than I'd managed last time. I had just got to my hand when my teeth hit skin, so I started bobbing my head up and down, licking the whole time.
I held his balls in my hand, and looked at his cock coming almost all the way to the crook of my elbow. Pictures were taken. I went back to sucking him off.
Larry was feeling my right tit, playing with the nipple, and after a few minutes, and after all the photographers had been and taken close ups of his cock stretching my mouth open, he said "uncle."
I stopped and took my mouth off his cock.
"What?"
"You need to stop now, or I'll be cumming in your mouth," he said.
"I'm fine with that," I said, grinning at him.
"Yeah, but I'm sure they want more," he said, nodding at the photographers.
I was sure they did too. I turned and looked at them, and they were watching me, expectantly, though their camera lenses.
"So now what?"
"Come up here and sit on my face," he said.
That I could do. I let go of his enormous cock, and straightened up. I climbed onto the bed, and was about to straddle his face when he said "other way." Of course, the photographers would want me facing them. I swung my right leg over him, and with his assistance got myself situated, looking out towards them.
I could see them all jostling for position as Larry's tongue hit my pussy, and I wasn't shocked that he was good at this, too. I reached up and held my tits, kneading them together as he licked me out, from my clit to my bum.
