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."
Trudy's living room was well kept with nothing out of place. Hardwood floors, sheers, large screen tv surrounded by a white sectional and an over-stuffed chair. The sheers were closed and I finally noticed lighting equipment, a number of cameras, a Sony video camera, and a few nylon bags that probably contained photographers stuff.
Trudy came back with the beer and I asked her how long she was interested into photography. She replied for the last twenty years and that she fell in love with nature photography. Trudy sat across from me and opened a file folder. The folder contained pictures of Sue in various poses and undress. Trudy kept turning the pages and explaining the shots, lighting, and some other stuff. Most of the her conversation turned into white, background noise. I was mesmerized by the pictures of my wife, standing topless by the front window. The same front window in this room.
Trudy continued to turn the pages. Sue was naked, standing, hand on hips, with a stern look. Her nipples fully erect, her mound shaved, and her labia minora beginning to peek out. The next few pages were from Gray's Anatomy. Sue was sitting on the same couch that I was with her legs spread, really spread. My member began to grow. Trudy kept talking the whole time mentioning how much fun she and Sue had together.
The next few pages were pictures of Sue and Trudy naked together. "We were so turned on that I jumped in and stripped for her. I looked quizzically thinking that these two beautiful women were lesbians. Sensing my questioning look, Trudy reassured me that no lesbian fun occurred, just clean photography fun.
"Your wife is an extremely beautiful woman and such a great subject to photograph. After we were through she mentioned that she would like to have some pictures of you. So here you are."
I was sitting on the couch with a semi-hard dick thinking about my wife naked and in pictures. Trudy stood up and asked, "Shall we get started?" Not knowing what to do or how to respond, she grabbed my hand and led me to the fireplace. She had a fireplace? I just noticed it and thought what am I doing?
Trudy posed me in front of the fireplace hand on mantle and fully clothed. She adjusted the lights, held something near my face and adjusted the lights and lens. Flash! The first picture went of and was captured on film. Flash! Flash! Flash! Trudy took about a dozen pictures, or was that fifty? She told me to relax and started to tell me to move and place my arms or legs in certain positions. After this short set, she mentioned about taking a quick break to adjust some equipment.
"Why don't you get another beer?" I trundled off to the kitchen and noticed various bottles on the counter. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and decided to pour a shot or two for some extra courage. I stared at the doorway to the living room and wondered awaited me on the other side. I downed one double of Canadian Club, poured another double, downed it and nearly shot gunned the beer. I shook my head and began to move forward.
"There you are. I thought you might have slipped out the patio door and ran home." Trudy said with a slight giggle to her voice. Was she drunk or was I starting to feel a slight buzz?
The lighting was different and there were a few more cameras out on the table. Trudy directed me to the full-length window facing the front yard. Trudy directed me to face the window, cross my arms in front and begin to pull up my shirt. I started to pull my shirt up but a bit too quickly.
"Woo, slow down a bit," Trudy blurted out. I dropped the shirt down again and ever slowly pulled the shirt up and next thing I knew it was in my hand and Trudy instructed me to drop it next to me.
