This is a continuation of a prior event that happened to me…
My wife was extremely turned on by our latest escapade. She thoroughly enjoyed my embarrassment and predicament of being naked around her girlfriends, their shaving of me, and the money shot.
Not much was said after that Saturday evening. Sunday morning was started with a wolf whistle as I marched from the bed to the bath, feeling a naked scrotum rub. I looked down and saw only a small patch of hair above my dick. I did enjoy the evening, stripping in the parking lot, the naked drive home, and the shave, the shock of Mary, Trudy and Alexis cheering me on to the shot.
Life seemed to move on as normal until about a week later. We were sitting in the same family room. I was dressed in a pair of shorts and t-shirt and Sue had her tight jeans and a sweatshirt on. Her pants were so tight that I could make out the outline of her pussy. Sue came up and mentioned how turned on she was and how much her girlfriends enjoyed the evening. Sue said she enjoyed the direction and control she exhibited, my predicament of being vulnerable in front of her and her friend, and the ability to make me act out her fantasy.
Sue was trying to say something else but couldn't find the words. She looked around and fidgeted. She seemed nervous and was probably less in control without some alcohol helping her through the discussion. Finally, she seemed to gather her thoughts and said, "I really enjoyed the evening last week when, uh, you know, stripped and wanked for me and the girls. Well, I was thinking that I would like to remember that wonderful evening with some pictures." As she mentioned her desires, she rubbed her leg up and mine and across my crotch. My cock began to levitate and grow. Her smile and words kept me growing.
"You know," she continued, "you've got a great body and the girls really enjoyed the show." I wrestled with her comments and my growing member. "Trudy is an amateur photographer and would provide the photo shoot discretely of course. She shoots mainly nature shots but I bet she would do a nice job for us."
I thought about it and thought about it some more while Sue gave me a great footjob. Even with out the alcohol, I sure was horny. "You know how great the sex was after the show." She was right. We humped as though there was no tomorrow and she was sore for a few days which probably explained why the playground had been closed for a few days. She stood and pulled her sweatshirt over head revealing her perfect 36 C's unholstered. My shorts nearly split. Sue undid her jeans sliding them down, wriggling them over her hips. Her black thong came into view. She kicked her jeans into the air, landing on the bar. She landed on my lap grinding away, pulling my shirt off.
Sue stood facing away from me, her fingers hooked into the side of the thong and alternated pushing the her thong… right, left, right left, across her thighs, right, left, bumping and grinding until the thong was at her feet. She through her head back, cross her legs at her ankle, and turned. Her blond hair falling cross her face, breasts swinging to the left, and finally facing me.
I felt like Santa sitting in the chair and what to my eyes should appear but a beautiful naked blond with a neatly trimmed mound. My dick lept upward like a rocket bound for space, her space between her legs. I stared at her crotch and quizzically asked, "You shaved? When? How come I was denied such an honor?"
Sue spread eagle, rubber her mound and pulled her lips apart and replied, "The other night when you worked late, Alexis, Trudy and I got together, had a few drinks, and we kept talking about that night. Mary passed out with her hand in her crotch, too many shots. Trudy and I were sober enough and I mentioned how much I love you and would like to do something for you. Trudy said it would be nice if you and I had matching pubic area. So we got out the razor and cream, and I trimmed and shaved. Trudy took pictures and that is how I came up with the idea to memorlize our fun."
Well, I sat there open-mouthed, with a wilting dick. My shorts were stained. Sue just smiled and asked, "So, will you?" What could I say but yes.
She walked over to the desk and scribbled something on a piece of paper. It was Trudy's phone number and address. "Trudy will be expecting your call. She and I are both looking forward to see what develops, pun intended." She giggled through the last two words and gave me a long, hard kiss. Sue looked at me seductively, "Now, let me help you clean up your pants." With that, she so expertly slid down my shorts, just like in the parking lot last week and gave me the best head.
A week or so later I finally got the courage to call Trudy. She answered on the second ring and was glad to hear from me. "Sue mentioned to me that you would be calling about some photos. I'm looking forward to it and I hope you are to. Sue and I mentioned about discretion and keeping it between us and we'll do that. So, when do you want to come over?"
I thought about and said how about Saturday afternoon. "Tomorrow? Great! I'll prep the family room as a photo shoot and we'll have some fun. Will Sue be coming along?"
Good question. I remembered that Sue mentioned that she had some work to do at her office and would not be home until later in the afternoon.
"How does 2 work?" Trudy asked.
I answered that would be fine and asked what to bring. Trudy replied, " How about that fabulous bod of yours and a smile." With that we hung-up.
I stared at the phone and the door opened. Sue came in almost as though it were rehearsed. We kissed and she mentioned that she needed to work in our home office due to a major project due on Monday. She grabbed my dick and mentioned that it was alive. "Thinking of me?" "Absolutely!"
Saturday morning came and went. Sue went to bed late last night and was out early to the office. I did some yardwork and thought it be best if I did shower before the fun began. I looked at my crotch and thought about shaving the stubble from my balls. I decided to pass and go for the 5 O'clock shadow look. Kind of the rugged.
I slipped on my jeans and a polo with loafers. I drove over somewhat in a fog and the nest thing I new I was knocking on Trudy's door. Trudy is divorced, brunette, nice body with a few extra pounds but nonetheless hot. She had the look and allure of women in control and knows what she wants. The control and determination led to her greatness in her law career and ended her marriage to her husband three or four years ago. I couldn't remember how long since I was more focused on what was to come.
Trudy was smiling and relaxed. Sensing my nervousness, she welcomed me and led me into the living room and asked me if I wanted anything to drink. I stammered, "Hhhhow about aaa beer?" "Sure, hold on hon."
