Sue Set Free: the Selfie

I've stumbled into an open relationship. While my husband has one other partner, I have as many as I want. I've discovered that Dave likes to hear about, and see, me with other men, and the more excited I keep him, the less he seems to see his mistress. So I've been working hard on keeping him, well, hard.

One of my attachments is Drew, our neighbors' son. He thought he was blackmailing me about, of all things, me having sex with my husband, but after he told me to get some piercings I don't want, we had a, let's call it a heart to heart. He's sort of skulked around since then, and I thought I'd clear the air when I saw him going in to their house.

"Drew," I called out to him.

He turned and looked at me, then I saw him sort of flinch. Maybe I'd been a little hard on him. I waved him over. He looked around to make sure nobody was watching, then he came over. We met over by the property line - they have a small fence at the front before you get to the garden gate.

"Uh," he said, nervously.

"I think maybe I was a little hard on you, and I scared you," I said.

He nodded.

"OK," I said, "here's a way you can get back into my good graces. You can come over on Saturday, as Dave'll be out. But until then, I don't want you to cum... not even jacking off. And on Saturday morning, I want you to shave your junk. OK?"

"Uh, like my balls?" he asked. He even sounded nervous.

"All of it. No hair at all."

"Um," he said. "Um, OK."

"I'll text you when Dave leaves, and you can come over. And we'll make everything right."

"Um. OK."

"'Til then," I said, and hung up on him.

I started to plan things in my head while I was at work. Of course, I told Dave, and he wanted to stay in and watch.

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On Saturday morning, I got up and showered and shaved. I left my little landing strip, though. I put on my pajama shorts and a loose T-shirt, then texted Drew.

Dave's gone.

"Right you," I said to Dave, "into the closet, and if you think you need anything, do it now, as it's going to be a while."

"I'll be fine," he said.

I closed the door on him, and he said he could see and hear through the slats on the doors. I ran downstairs to wait for Drew by the front door, and when he knocked, I opened it immediately. I was actually pretty excited to see him, and his shaved cock.

He came in, looking a little uncomfortable.

"Are you OK?" I asked him.

"Yeah," he said, "I'm just a bit nervous. It's not the same now we're... um, equals, I guess."

"Come on up to the bedroom," I said, "you're going to have fun, I promise."

He followed me up the stairs.

We went into the bedroom, and I pointed to the bed.

"Strip off and lie down."

"Wow," he said, "you get straight to it, don't you?"

"You're here to fuck, right? I didn't think we needed to do any small talk first. Do we?"

"I guess not," he said, pulling his sweatshirt and T-shirt off in one go.

I watched as he kicked his shoes off, then stepped on his socks to pull them off his feet. Finally he undid his jeans and slid them down his thighs.

Once he had stepped out of them, he sat on the edge of the bed, then scooted back to the middle of the bed and leaned back against the headboard.

"Now you," he said.

I peeled off my T-shirt, and dropped it on the floor. He looked at me expectantly. Fine. I pulled my shorts down and stepped out of them, leaving me naked.

I climbed onto the bed, grabbing my phone from the nightstand. He looked at the phone in my hand.

"I wanted to shoot a selfie as I suck your cock," I said.

"Uh, why?"

"For my OnlyFans," I said.

"What the fuck?"

"I'm kidding," I said. "I want something to look back on when I'm old and gray. Or when I have a daughter telling me I have no idea what sex is about."

He smiled at that.

"Aren't you worried Dave'll find it?"

"No, we don't snoop on each other's devices."

I lay next to him, on my left side, down by his waist and holding the phone with my right hand. I used the front facing camera, so I could see what it was going to be recording, and lined things up. I sat up again, then handed Drew the phone.

"Here, record me taking your boxers off."

I heard the little beep as it started recording, then I looked at the camera lens, then down at his boxers. I winked at the phone, then stroked his already hard cock through his boxers. I felt it twitch, and saw a little damp spot start to appear at the tip.

I grabbed the waist band, then pulled his boxers down to his ankles.

He'd done as I told him, and he was shaved to the crease between his abdomen and his leg on both sides. There was still the little happy trail above where the waist line of his jeans fell, but below that, no hair. I quite liked the look.

He pushed his boxers off with his feet, then stopped recording. He gave me the phone back, and I got back into position. I had him tilt himself towards me a little, so he was resting mostly on one bum cheek.

"Don't move, don't say anything, OK?"

He nodded.

I started the phone recording, and, holding it in my right hand, used my left hand to lift his cock up so I could get my mouth onto it.

It was a little awkward, so I held his cock down by his balls and ran my mouth up and down the shaft, licking it while I used my lips to jerk him off. When I got towards the top, I'd run my tongue over it, tasting his pre-cum, then slide back down again. I watched myself on the phone as I did.

I'd only gone up and down a few times when I felt his balls tighten up under my hand, and he came, hard. The first spurt flew over my head, landing somewhere on the bed. The next few spurts were across my face, and then I had my mouth on the head for the remaining spurts. I sucked the head until he'd finished, then I lay with my head on his stomach, and used the phone like a mirror so I could see to wipe the ropes of cum into my mouth.

I lifted myself up, looking for the first spurt of cum. It was on the covers of the bed.. Still recording myself, I licked that up and swallowed it. I winked at the phone again, then stopped recording. Then I winked at the closet, knowing Dave was watching us.

"That was great," he said. "I've never cum that hard before."

I smiled, bashfully. It's nice to be appreciated.

"Now it's my turn," I said.

"OK, what do you want to do?"

"Slide down."

He slid down the bed, so his head was below the pillows. I straddled his chest, and walked on my knees upwards towards his face. I held my phone up, level with my face.

"Stick your tongue out," I said, then started recording.

I started with my face, then slowly moved down, until I could see my tits, then my belly. Then my pussy, just above Drew's chest. I shuffled forwards again, passing Drew's face on the phone, until I rested my pussy on his stretched out tongue. I recorded as he started licking, and continued recording as I ground my pussy into his mouth.

I got into a groove where he'd lick my clit for a bit, then I'd slide forward getting him to lick along my pussy dipping his tongue inside, then back again. I pulled on my tits, one at a time, with my left hand, getting the nipples tingling, and all of a sudden I was cumming, holding myself to Drew's face.

He kept licking until I stopped recording, and clambered off him. I sat on the bed next to him, and he sat up again. I could see my juices on his face, and I put my hands either side of his face and leaned towards him. He seemed to think I was going to kiss him, but I stuck my tongue out and licked his face clean.

As I let go of him, I looked down and saw his cock was hard.

"Jeez," I said, pointing at it, "are you wanting to go again?"

He smiled. "Well, I do have some catching up to do."

"Really? With who? That's only the second time you've made me cum."

"With me not jacking off, for you."

He sort of had a point, I guess.

"So what do you want to do?"

"I want to cum on your tits," he said.

"OK," I said, "but you record it for me."

I climbed off the bed and knelt down at the foot of the bed, facing the window so the phone would have the best light and Dave would have the best view. Drew came around the bed and stood in front of me, facing me. I handed him the camera, and I heard the beep as it started recording.

I looked up at the camera, then leaned forward and held his cock and started licking his shaved balls. After a while, I licked his cock, sucking the head into my mouth. My hands went to my tits, and I lifted them up towards him and rolled the nipples between my thumbs and forefingers as I slid my mouth up and down his cock a couple of times.

I let go of my tits, taking hold of his cock with my right hand while my left arm went under my tits across my chest, to lift them towards him. I stopped sucking, and started sliding my hand up and down his shaft, quickly, jacking him off. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, and jacked him faster until he groaned, and came. He hit my chest by my neck, and I pointed his cock downwards so the next few spurts hit my tits as he'd wanted.

Being so soon, he didn't cum a lot this time. When he'd stopped cumming, I licked the head of his cock to make sure it was clean, then I let go. I heard the beep of the phone as it stopped recording, and he put it on the end of the bed.

I sat down on my heels, and went to wipe his cum off me with my fingers, but he said "stop, just let it dry there."

Fine, whatever.

He went and grabbed his boxers and started getting dressed. I sat and watched him get dressed. He came and stroked my face.

"I'll see myself out."

He left, and a few seconds later I heard the front door close.

Dave came out of the closet, smiling widely.

"Stay there, just like that," he said, and ran downstairs, probably to lock the front door. I heard him running up the stairs again.

"He's right," he said, "you do look sexy with cum on you."

He started undoing his jeans, pulling them and his underwear down to the tops of his thighs.

"I think you just need a proper load."

He leaned across me and picked up my phone from the bed.

I heard it beep as it started recording again, and I knelt up again and reached for his cock. I licked his pre-cum from the tip, so I knew he was only going to last a few minutes at most, so I put my arm back under my tits to lift them as I jacked him off with my hand.

After a minute or so, he gently brushed my hand away and started jacking himself off. I grabbed my tits with both hands, pushing them up and together, kneading them against each other. He leaned towards me and wiped his cock over my face, then leaned back so I could just lick the tip.

I looked up at the phone and smiled, making kissy face at him, and he quickly started cumming, hitting me in the face just under my nose. As he moved his cock down, he hit my neck, and finally my tits with the final couple of spurts.

"Stay there," he said, dropped my phone on the bed and pulled his clothes up as he went and came back with his camera.

He directed me how to pose, and took a bunch of pictures of me. I moved my knees apart as he knelt down and shot pictures from in front of me. He took pictures as I rubbed the two loads of cum into my tits, then wiped my hands over my face and as I licked cum from my hands.

When he seemed to have enough pictures, he put the camera down. He helped me up, kissed me, then let me go and wash myself off in the shower.